#but occasionally i feel like i am fighting a losing battle trying to be a desirable artist when i am just by sheer numbers so bad at it

[every-captain]

Not to be a little bitch bbut :C :C :C I only got attacked once on artfight this year and it was my boyfriend :C

[ofoceansandtombsanew]

Happily Unrequited

tags: gn!reader

a/n: first writing-related post for 2024 and this idea hasn't left me alone for the past couple of days. so i figured why not make a hc post for it

"it's okay i wasn't shooting my shot or anything. i already know you don't feel the same way, i definitely am not saying anything because i thought i was seeing signs you liked me back or anything like that. i just wanted you to know. just act the same as you usually do."

your feelings aren't requited but you're surprisingly okay with that. the real question is whether or not they are as okay with as you are.

avoids you

MEGUMI tries to treat you as normal but it starts getting into his head all the signs he's missed. it becomes blatantly obvious now that you've pointed it out. you're not flirting with him or making any moves on him, no. but now megumi hears the affectionate lilt in your tone. he sees the adoration in your eyes. it's all directed at him and he doesn't really know how to process that and still act the same. he asks you once why you wanted to tell him how you felt when he didn't feel the same way. you simply tell him "i just wanted you to know you're loved." when megumi draws back, you decide to give him space for a while to process everything. surprisingly irritated by how easily you give it to him but megumi reminds himself he placed the distance between you both first.

NOBARA you're acting normal and it's unfair. she doesn't understand how you're able to drop such a big thing on her and then continue on your merry way like it's nothing. you have to be testing her. in her mind, it becomes a competition of sorts to act more nonchalant about your confession. apparently, the best way for her to do that is by avoiding you. her friends tell her she's losing in a battle that you don't even know you're fighting. nobara doesn't want to admit herself that she is more bothered by this sudden revelation than she says she is. is doubly upset if you don't try and reach out when she avoids you and that causes her to storm over to you one day on campus about it. "i just thought you needed space so i didn't want to bother you." why is she the one loosing the idgaf war?

normal

YUUJI takes everything in stride. you're still one of yuuji's closest friends and that's what truly matters here. his love for you may be different than your love for him, but at the end of the day you both want to be in each other's life still. that's what truly counts here. very little, if anything, changes in your dynamic with yuuji. you still sleepover at each other's place, you still window shop at the mall and enable each other's dumb impulse purchases and you still text each other in class about the newest chapter of a manga you're both reading. the continued normalcy makes you feel warm and satisfied. does feel overly conscious about talking about people he is into though now that he knows how you feel for him. it's somewhat dampened by how you talk about your class and celebrity crushes around him like normal. he guesses you got over him relatively quickly then.

KENTO cool as a cucumber, he accepts your feelings in stride just as you. asks if you need space for a while but you grin and say you're fine. you confessed for the freedom and closure having made peace with everything ages ago before you said anything. "just know your loved, ken," you told him life goes on from there and you continue on your daily habits. unconsciously enjoys all the little things. he wonders occasionally how much of the minute details you remember about him are due to your affections. how you remember the exact pastries he likes. how if they stop selling at his favorite bakeries, you somehow find them somewhere else. how you always supply him with a warm cup of coffee from his cafe when he's feeling down. how on his most tired of days you supply his eyes with a nice compress from a soaked towelette. kento wonders if it is wrong for him to think it is nice to be taken care of like this even if he doesn't return your feelings.

not as normal as they expected themselves to be

YUUTA all yuuta wants is for you to be comfortable. maybe you were lying when you said you were fine. maybe you were just trying to be conscious of his feelings when you said he could act as he normally does with you. all these thoughts swirl in his head and he feels guilty when his guilt was the last thing you wanted. you're the one who was rejected, why are you the one bending over backwards for his sake? would probably try avoiding you if you didn't flick his forehead and tell him he should stop overthinking everything. also, you're pretty sure that pretty maki girl likes him. you encourage him to shoot his shot while she's still single.

SATORU normal on the outside, contemplative on the inside. because of this, satoru interacts the most with the fact you're in love with him. he asks the why, when, where as to why you fell in love with him, when you realized it, where did this all start. he doesn't ask to be cruel, satoru just genuinely wants to know. is relieved at the end of the day his lack of feeling the same way changes your friendship. he enjoys having you in his life as a friend. it catches him off guard one day when spur of the moment jealousy takes root in him when he sees you laughing your head off with someone he doesn't know. because you aren't just laughing. you're clutching your stomach, hunched over wheezing at whatever that goon just said. his eyes says you and rando are just friends. the rest of him says otherwise. "i'm the one you're in love with, right?" slips out of his mouth before he can help himself.

[gay4abby]

hii can i request a jordan li x reader comfort type thing? like maybe reader gets hurt during a fight or smth and jordan tends to her wounds & makes her feel better?

why would you want to fight me at cheesecake ??

masterlist. no y/n. requested, yes. warnings, angst (slight) & fluff. pairings, jordan li x reader. hope u enjoyyyyyy, i love me some caring Jordan. divider by kimjiho1.

Justine was the one who started it. If it wasn’t for the fact that she was talking shit about Jordan and how they quite literally dislocated her jaw, you wouldn’t be in this mess. Just like any other Supe, you have the ability of strength, but what differentiates you from the others is that your power is to manipulate dark matter. Essentially, you can take dark matter and change its particles. It is absolutely devoid of any kind of life you can imagine, but by being able to concentrate its compounds, you can create chemicals out of thin air.

This kind of power doesn’t come very often. Anyone from a mile away can recognise the significance this kind of power has. But, it doesn’t protect you from the occasional bruise and cuts whenever you find yourself in a fight. For Justine to step to you as if you wouldn’t manipulate her out of existence was very bold, however. “You fucking cunt!” You screamed before lunging at her, your fists balled up to land a clean one on her eye. The eyeball itself is severely pushed back into her skull, causing her to scream at the top of her lungs. You spat out some blood and wiped your mouth of any remaining traces of it left around your lips.

“Babe! What the fuck?” Jordan was approaching with haste, seeing blood on you was the last thing they’ve ever wanted to see. You can practically feel the worry oozing from them as they cupped your face in their nimble hands, their rings feeling cool against your heated skin. Jordan turned your face every which way to assess any other injuries that may have occurred that went unnoticed the first time. “What the fuck are you doing?” They practically yelled into your face. You clasped on to their wrists, slowly pulling their hands away. “Honey, I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m cool.”

“No the fuck you’re not. Come on, let’s get you cleaned up. Do you see yourself? You’re all cut up, fucking kidding me. “I’m fine” the fuck you’re not,” Jordan ranted on as they made their way out, Justine wailing behind them. “Did you see what they fucking did to me? This isn’t fucking funny!”

“You’re a self healer, Justine, get over it.”

“Look at me, this way.” Jordan instructed you to face them as their subtle hands gently wiping away at the dried blood that developed around the cut on your lip. You whined slightly, Jordan scolding you with a silent expression. “It’s not that bad.” You spoke, turning your head to the side so they can tend to the gash on your cheek. “Stop diminishing the situation. You got into a fight. No wait, you got into a fight, at the Cheesecake Factory! Do you realise how that sounds?!”

A sheepish expression graced your features, embarrassed at the accusation. “At least I lived up to the Drake lyric, am I right?” You chuckled, immediately stopping when you saw Jordan turning red. “I’m sorry.”

“Damn right you’re fucking sorry. You could’ve gotten hurt!”

You were taken aback by that a little. What was Jordan trying to say? That you can’t defend yourself at a moment’s notice? That you’re so weakling who needs their reduce every time you find yourself in a scuffle? “I can defend myself, thank you very much,” you spat. Jordan’s expression suddenly softened.

“That isn’t what I meant. I know you can I just.” They stopped a moment trying to find the right words to say without sounding like a complete douchebag to their partner. “I meant that…actually. I just. I don’t want to lose you, okay? I know you’re strong, you’re the fucking strongest between you and me. But, you don’t always have to fight every battle.” Their voice got lower at the end, cracking just a bit. You saw their waterlines slightly filling up.

Cupping their cheeks, you kissed them off guard, Jordan leaning into it immediately. Soft and tender, your lips moved in unison. A puzzle piece finally connected from its part after being away for so long. It went on like that for a couple moments before the both of you pulled back for some air. You were just staring at each other, your eyes flicking to their lips every now and then.

“You could never lose me, you know that?” Jordan nodded, pressing their forehead against yours. Your warmth radiated off to them, Jordan basking in its comfort before moving back to continue tending to your wounds. “But,” they began pausing for a moment to look at you with narrowed eyes, “Cheesecake Factory, really?”

“Oh my god, you’re not gonna let this go are you?”

“I’m sorry! It’s just, so fucking comical. Like of all places, you guys fight at the Cheesecake fucking Factory.” Jordan’s laughter rang through the room as they placed a Queen Maeve bandaid on the gash on your cheek. Although they were making fun of you, you couldn’t help but feel your heart soar beautifully at the laugh that could light up a thousand street lamps. “Whatever, I was defending your honour!”

“My honour was defended enough when I broke Justine’s jaw.”

[shrimp-buffet]

LARRY & LAWRIE HEADCANNONS

Because they took over my brain after Kit betrayed me- (headcannons after the cut)

I’ve never really made one of these types of post before and don’t know if I’ll ever make more, but I just suddenly got struck with the need to share my ideas with these two and I don’t personally know people as into Brawl Stars as I am so making this post is the best way I could think of! Maybe if this gets received well I’m make more but no guarantees.

Anyway sorry for this pre-ramble, onto the actual headcannons:

Larry focused, Lawrie focused, Both

•Larry uses He/They pronouns, while Lawrie uses just They/Them

• Larry & Lawrie have a sort of Bluetooth-like connection between them. If one gets too far out of range, they both lose some or all of their functionality, which is why they’re never seen too far from each other.

•Their connection range is actually pretty generous, so they could go off and do their own things around the park. But they would still need to work around each other’s schedules to stay in range which can be a hassle, so it’s usually only on special occasions. (Much to Larry’s dismay)

•Larry is the much more social one, and while he does genuinely love spending time with his sibling, they desperately want to be able to spend more time hanging out with others on his own.

•Despite Larry’s extroverted nature he doesn’t actually have a lot of friends because they’re a bit of a buzzkil

•Lawrie tries (and usually fails) to hide it, but they’re extremely overprotective of Larry. Rushing into battles to protect him and following them around the park even if Larry asks them not to.

•for example of the previous: One time Larry was walking through the garden, thinking they were finally alone when Lawrie jumps in out of nowhere and just obliterates a bush having completed missed a little bunny. When Larry gets mad Lawrie explains that they thought there was a dangerous animal following him.

•Larry doesn’t get why Lawrie is so protective of him, but he is similar protective of R-T (albeit to a much smaller extent)

•Lawrie held a grudge on that bunny for embarrassing them. That specific bunny seems to intentionally menace them constantly and they consider it their enemy.

•While Lawrie is a bit of a tsundere about their brotherly love, they’re not one in general. They just genuinely dislike most people.

•The two of them fight, argue and insult each other a lot, but if anyone else saying anything rude to the other they both go sicko mode. Lawrie especially has no mercy.

•Lawrie punches people in the arm a lot. Totally unrelated, (/s) Larry’s arm is always sore

•Larry LOVES the Princess Diaries series! When they found out Fang also likes it (R-T told him) he spent a whole day binging the series with Fang in an empty theater

•As implied in the pervious, Larry occasionally gossips with R-T. He knows it’s wrong and feels guilty about it, but it’s too interesting for them to resist it.

•Lawrie has to keep tell R-T to stop gossiping, and Larry to stop enabling it. It doesn’t work but they try.

This is getting long so I’ll end it here. If you got this far thank you for reading!! Let me know if you’d be interested in other characters or even more of these two!

[idontknowreallywhy]

WIP Wednesday

This isn’t what I am supposed to be writing, but it’s been… A Week and I’ve struggled to write anything at all. Only this, for some reason, and I’m not 100% content with it as it is still kind of clumsy. But… work in progress, right? And sharing does seem to motivate me to pull the words together so here we are!

Instead of the three possible things I plan to be adding to / finishing in the near future, I’ve leapt months and months ahead in a currently dormant fic because I’m fascinated by what might happen when the truth of a particular incident is revealed. So we have Scott having a panic attack and a bit of the frustration of being a whole world away from someone you’d really like to be able to comfort with more than just words… both of which could be considered personal catharsis I suppose.

*apologises to characters for inficting more angst upon them*

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The call finally connected, voice only this time, and she could hear seabirds.

“Scott?”

“Hey.”

He sounded so deflated it knocked the breath from her lungs and she found herself straightening up and clenching her fists as her body instinctively readied itself to fight and destroy whatever it was that had hurt him.

“Hey Blue, what’s happened?”

There was silence. No, not silence. She could hear him breathing erratically against the white noise of the sea and the occasional gull squawking in the distance. His despair was almost tangible from half way around the world.

She tried an easier question:

“Where are you?”

“Volcano” it was barely more than a whisper.

“On the island?”

“Yeah… it’s… view is nice… up here. Lot of sky.”

“Sky is good.”

“Mmhmm.”

She could hear a faint gasp as if he’d suddenly remembered to breathe. Then several short panting breaths before he was clearly holding it again as there was only the sea.

“Scott… can you try a slow breath for me?”

She could hear him inhaling in through his nose and blowing out through his mouth with the faintest whistle.

“That’s it. And again.”

He obeyed and mumbled an apology.

“You don’t need to apologise. Give me another breath.”

He did. Then swore softly.

“I don’t think they trust me.”

“Who? Your brothers?”

“Yeah.” The word was little more than a squeak.

“What has given you that impression?”

He huffed the least joyful laugh a human being could ever emit.

“Not just an impression.”

“Ok... What is the evidence for your conclusion?”

“I’ve messed up so bad. I… they… they think I… that I could…”

His breathing was quiet but way too fast, a faint squeak at the end of each inhalation betrayed his losing battle with the panic.

“Slow down, Blue. Where never lark…”

“Or-ever-eagle-flew” the words came out in a rush but after a further shuddering breath he managed to get his breathing more even and apologised again.

“Stop it, you’ve done nothing to be sorry for.”

“Mmmh”

“You don’t have to tell me what’s going on. I’ll just stay here with you until you’re feeling stronger, ok? Until you can find Virgil or one of the others to… Scott?!”

The gasp she just heard was so saturated with pain she was sure he’d been physically hurt - that he’d just been stabbed or fallen somehow - and she was unable to hide the panic in her voice:

“Scott! Are you ok? Please answer me.”

“I’m ok. Sorry.” He sniffed and tried to hide it with a cough. “Just… can’t… not them. Not about… this.”

“Oh Scott…”

“They… they…” his voice faded out again. Not for the first time, Estera wholeheartedly wished she had her own Thunderbird handy as being stuck on the other side of the planet when her friend so clearly needed a hug made her want to gnaw her own arm off.

“They…” He was trying again but clearly couldn’t form the words he wanted.

“You don’t have to tell me, it’s ok, I’m here anyway. We can just sit.”

Another faked throat clearance then in a tiny voice that seemed utterly incongruous coming from a man with such a large presence:

“N-need to? Please? Nobody else…”

“Of course you can! It’s ok! It’s alright… It’s… ok. Take your time.”

He sniffed again then Estera could almost hear him counting the length of his breaths. She wracked her brain, trying to think of something, anything she could do to make this better. The smallness of his voice hurt - it was so wrong - it was as if with the same words in which he was tentatively asking for help he was also somehow apologising for taking up space in the world. She found herself recalling little Alex, red faced and full of tears, gasping and unable to verbalise his frustration until she nudged a pencil towards him and he’d snatched it up and carved “THEY PUSHD ME DOWNE” six sheets deep into her notebook. Huh. What if…

“Would typing be easier? I can stay on the line?

“Mmmh”

There was a shaky sigh and then another breath-holding pause before a text message popped up.

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[fluffypotatey]

Hcs about shadowpeach reconnecting?

i like to think of it being very slow. to me, shadowpeach is the slowest of all slow burns both when they’re developing a relationship and trying to reconnect.

while i am a sucker for shadowpeach fluff and them being all clingy and cuddley, i still don’t think the two would even get that close for some time (and i mean some time).

lemme see if i can do a little rundown (i fucking lied) of my idea of a shadowpeach reconnection post-s4:

after the scroll and after their battle with the Brotherhood, both are in an agreement of a truce. as in, both acknowledged that neither of them wish to really fight or stay upset with the other because both understand that they never really could

so there’s a truce, a renewed exchange of peaches, that informs the other that while nothing will ever be like before….maybe that’s for the best, maybe they deserve something different and new between them

it doesn’t immediately take away from all their hurt feelings and pettiness. Wukong’s teasing will never hit the same and Macky’s guard is still at full defense

MK will still find them arguing up to the sky about something as trivial as which path leads to which waterfall and “shut up and just follow me, you idiot, this mountain has been my home for over a millennia”

but there are baby steps in the right direction (Pigsy would call it the “babiest of steps” but nobody asked him)

it takes them a year to come to terms that their petty arguing is just petty to be petty (tho they hold out a little longer because neither want to admit that to each other because it could meaning losing the game. what game? neither are exactly sure of what)

but it’s after both take the time to really refrain from that itch to bitch that both actually have a chance to talk with some substance (there may have been an external force that led to this conversation; a curse trapping them in a void space, being separated from the group so it’s just them two, the works)

but then that arguing loses its teeth and resembles something like banter. Wukong and Macky never truly did banter much in the past. not like this. it’s a little freeing. to be able to push and pull against each other without any reserve or need to

and this was their relationship for quite some time after. no physical hugs or touches like Wukong was privy to before or that Macky used to indulge in. you had the occasional glance here and there but not enough for the other to notice (everyone else, of course, noticed)

ironically, it’s Macky who initiates their first hug in ages.

Wukong, over the years, has slowly been building up to it with shoulder bumps, a light punch in the shoulder, and sometimes a bump to the hip.

when asked, Wukong would explain that he’s a physically affectionate guy but knows Mac has his limits and does his best to respect that as much as he can

on his own tho, Wukong personally feels like those touches are the most he will ever be granted to give. that is, until after a fierce battle, skirmish, whatever new daring thing that almost costs the Monkie Kid team, Macky actually pulls Wukong in for a hug

it’s nothing big or grand. well, nothing big for anymore normal since it’s a very short side hug, but it was something big for the both of them.

suffice to say, that was enough permission for Wukong to initiate more physical affection towards Macky

neither of them are really ready to put anything that they’re doing to name. makes it more definite and breakable

hell, they don’t even acknowledge that they’re past the point of tolerable acquaintances until a couple years later

but yeah, a shadowpeach reconnection, in my eyes, will takes years (centuries even) to truly rekindle their relationship. like i said, it’s a slow burn and one both want to tread carefully even if it’s agonizing to watch from the outside (see MK and friends)

[princess-of-the-corner]

Im pretty sure anyone would take Enji over Gabriel. Enji’s actually written well, with a good character arc.

YEAH NO I

I went off on this a while ago but I'm bringing it back:

The arc with Enji is what they /wanted/ Gabriel to be. A man who is a Hero and cares about people and definitely cares about his family, but did awful and unforgivable things he can't fix due to his own sympathetic goals.

And it works because we genuinely /see this on screen/. While we see the bad stuff, we also see the good.

All of Enji's screentime that doesn't directly involve his homelife is him doing his literal job as a Hero. He held the title of #2 Hero for 25+ years, which is a fantastic thing to do! He's out there helping people and saving lives and risking himself for the sake of others and he's damn good at what he does!

And even when we focus on the stuff at home, we get that too. Yes there's the entire history on how this family started and of course the abuse, but we see him caring about them as well. When Rei's mental health drops, he gets her the actual professional help she needs. While he pushes Shoto too far, he's also proud of his accomplishments and tries to connect with him(it usually ends in failure). Fuyumi asks for family dinners together, and he makes sure to show up instead of giving the 'I'm too busy' excuse even though every dinner ends in a fight. Speaking of fights, he lets Natsuo yell at him during these fights and in turn is terrified at the idea of losing him. He tried to stop Toya from doing something that causes him major harm and could even kill him, and is devastated by his 'death' and immediately hit with guilt when he sees Dabi.

We see the root of all of this. The trauma over losing his father and feeling powerless, wanting to save people so no one has to feel that kind of hurt. Seeing the perfection that is All Might and holding himself to impossible standards, only to try and find alternate methods when he realizes his own inherent weaknesses were stopping him from meeting that goal.

And when Enji is hit with the realization of all that he's fucked up, he takes responsibility for it. This is his fault. No amount of 'good' can counteract the bad, the fact that he cares for his family doesn't erase the harm he caused to them. He can't change the past, but he's going to stay around and do what he can to fix it. Even in the middle of a battle thinking he might die his lament is that he wanted to live to fix things but if he has to give his life to save them then so be it.

Meanwhile.

Gabriel.

Gabriel is being an asshole 95% of his total screentime. We occasionally see him caring for Adrien and Nathalie in earlier seasons and he /says/ he's doing this for Emilie. But that gets contradicted in later seasons as just a fluke when he uses all sorts of magic mind control on Adrien and casts Nathalie aside once she's stopped being useful and ruins his chances of saving Emilie in favor of kicking the shit out of children. Emilie's death is supposed to be his motivation which would make sense if this only started a year ago but no it started at least 15-20 years ago where he's been doing villain shit this whole time. We don't know what spurred his want for at minimum a remote control obedient doll child and possibly world domination(they swing on that so much). And when faced with what he's done, decides to just off himself instead of dealing with the conseqences and trying to fix anything(and low-key taking everyone with him).

And it double hurts because like.

I am currently writing a fic that's a deep-dive on Enji's history and 'how he got here' and all that. And it's. I won't say it's 'easy' to write because writing is hard but if you can write it's not that hard to balance this shit out.

[jaybuilds]

My name is Jaybuilds. I'm 32 years old. My house is somewhere in Pennsylvania, up the road from a rundown mall, and I am not married. I work part time at a post office, and I get home around 5 PM when I do. I don't smoke, but I occasionally drink. I'm in bed by 11PM-2AM, and make sure to get very minimal sleep, no matter what. After snacking at night and working on my kits, I usually have no problems staying awake as long as I need to. Just like a drunken uncle, I wake up feeling grumpy in the morning. I was told there were no issues at my last check-up. I'm trying to explain that I'm a person who’s dedicated to my hobbies. I take care not to get too invested in propaganda, like who said what on social media, that would cause me to lose track of what’s funny on the Internet. That is how I deal with society, and I know that is what brings me happiness. Although, if I were to fight in a Gunpla Battle I wouldn't lose to anyone.

[natasha-in-space]

oh, do you like horror movies too? if so please recommend 🤲

Oh anon... You have no idea what you just started. Haha, but, in all honesty, I'm a huge horror nerd! I just mention it very occasionally and reblog some stuff here and there, but nothing extreme, as this is a mainly SFW blog. That said, I am more than giddy to babble about anything and everything! Horror movies especially! I'm gonna try and recommend some not so mainstream films that come to my mind right now.

If we're talking the more recent films, I'd say last year's 'When Evil Lurks' is a wonderful chilling movie to check out if you haven't yet. I'd say it's one of my favorite ones of 2023, actually! Now, it is pretty brutal and grisly when it comes to violence shown on screen. Nothing too extreme for your standart horror film that is not just a sensitized Hollywood flick, but I do feel the need to mention it. If you like possession, grim endings and questionable characters, this one's for you. I'd say it's a story of two brothers desperately fighting a losing battle.

If you like horror mockumentaries (fake documentary) type of flicks, I really enjoyed 'Butterfly Kisses'! If you loved the infamous Blair Witch films, you'll definitely appreciate this one. Not so much a gruesome horror film, but more of a psychological thriller for you to dissect, but I love it for that. If themes of obsession and artistic desperation are something that you can relate to, you might wanna considering checking it out. Nothing totally unique or mind blowing, but I still very enjoyed it.

If you can stomach grotesque and very gross imagery, I'd recommend you to check out 'Mad God'. Animated horror movies are rare, but, God, do I appreciate them when they do happen. It's clear that a lot of passion went into this one, and I can't help but admire all the creativity and hard work that went into it. It has very little dialogue, and most of its storytelling is an environmental one, but that's another thing I appreciate about it. I should note that it's an experimental piece of art, so it is not rich on some grand morale or story. It is, first and foremost, an intense and confusing journey to sit through.

And I am a huge sucker for Ari Aster's movies, so Hereditary, Midsommar and Beau is Afraid are definitely something I'd recommend to see if you haven't yet. The balance of visual, sound design and story is one I am always blown away with. I know some folks don't really enjoy his work, and that's okay. But I love movies you can revisit after your first watch and see them in a completely different light. That's not mentioning all the care he and his team put into the tiniest of details to his works. I have Hereditary and Midsommar soundtrack saved up for a reason, hehe.

Oh! I also have a major soft spot for 'Perfect Blue'. I feel like it's a pretty well-known film, but, if you haven't seen it yet, please do! It's another animated one, and it is mostly a psychological horror for you to experience. Perfect for you if you don't want to deal with the more gross and violent sides of horror genre that are, undeniably, pretty prominent. It does deal with themes of sexual violence, though. Please stay safe and consume your media wisely!

[calicostorms]

hihihiiiii calico i am here to ask for all the dragon age plants for my two babies nydha and fen'an <3333 bc i couldnt pick :'D

HIIII putting under cut for length

Nydha:

Rashvine: Who/what is the one thing or person your character simply cannot stand?

Elfroot: What is a small, mundane thing that brings your character great comfort?

Nydha's got a little stuffed nug made by Krem that he likes to keep in his room. It gets an honored spot on his bed, or occasionally gets set on the dresser.

Blood Lotus: Is your character a lightweight when it comes to intoxicating substances? How did they come across this fact?

He's a lightweight. Everybody know it, and he doesn't mind. Nydha knew he was a lightweight because he drank dandelion wine at the Arlathven one night so he usually steers clear of any heavy alcohol.

Spindleweed: Had your character ever been grievously wounded or ill before? What was their memory of that occasion?

Oh yeah, definitely. Nydha is a good mage, but he's still pretty untested in battle and gets injured a LOT. After escaping Haven he nearly lost his feet and hands to frostbite and wasn't stable for a while because of it. He doesn't remember it well but Rajmael carried him back to camp and Lark, the main spirit healer he'd picked up, spent a long time trying to heal partially dead nerves so he wouldn't lose limbs. He was alright in the end, but delirious and in fits of fever for a few days.

Deathroot: What is the most horrifying thing the Nightmare can cause your character to see?

His entire clan consumed by red lyrium, his Keeper a shell of herself and his favorite hahren (Yuo) slaughtered in a battle to save his wards.

Deep Mushroom: What act does your character consider morally foul but practically necessary? Does your character condone morally foul actions for practicality’s or necessity’s sake at all?

He doesn't really condone morally foul actions for necessities sake until later on, which is unfortunate. Leliana does a lot of her work without telling him until his Clan was in danger because it will upset or anger him.

Embrium: What is the kindest thing anyone had ever done to your character, and do they remember or even know it happened?

Rajmael, his personal guard, gifted him his hart when he joined up. Nydha thinks of this as the greatest gift he's ever been given and treasures and spoils her all the time.

Nydha doesn't handle being stuck in fancy clothes, especially not Dalish ones. It makes him feel uncomfortable and out of place, and he usually steers clear of anything that isn't super functional.

Arbor Blessing: What is the happiest ending you can think of for your character?

Sera discovering some of his Clan has survived, particularly if his sister and Yuo survived. Being able to shelter in Tevinter with both his lovers (his sworn shield, Rajmael [OC] and Dorian) while he recovers and gives up the mantle of Inquisitor completely.

Vandal Aria: How well can your character bounce back from personal tragedies?

Badly 😶 Nydha doesn't cope well with personal tragedies and becomes somewhat revenge focused and gets a one track mind about it.

Fen'an:

Elfroot: What is a small, mundane thing that brings your character great comfort?

His embroidered clothes! He feels that by using his gifts from June, it will cause the gods to watch over him and it comforts him knowing June will guide his hands while he creates things to protect others too.

Blood Lotus: Is your character a lightweight when it comes to intoxicating substances? How did they come across this fact?

Fen'an can hold liquor pretty well, though he isn't usually a heavy drinker! He prefers ciders but doesn't get drunk often because he likes feeling alert and able to fight if needed.

Spindleweed: Had your character ever been grievously wounded or ill before? What was their memory of that occasion?

He probably has a few times! The most memorable is defending Haven when Corypheus marched down on it since he was on the front lines when it happened. He got a pretty nasty arrow to the shoulder right beneath the end of his armor and it nearly got infected in the aftermath. He remembers it well and has nightmares about almost getting killed when he was trying to get others to safety then. He doesn't talk about it, but he privately mourns the few recruits he knew and couldn't get to safety in time.

Deathroot: What is the most horrifying thing the Nightmare can cause your character to see?

His sister and clan being chased and slaughtered by his former master in retribution for his escape :(

Deep Mushroom: What act does your character consider morally foul but practically necessary? Does your character condone morally foul actions for practicality’s or necessity’s sake at all?

He dislikes deception, though he understands the need for it. He considers things like blackmail to be pretty morally horrible and would never engage in it himself, but understands the need. He prefers not knowing about it, though.

Embrium: What is the kindest thing anyone had ever done to your character, and do they remember or even know it happened?

Though his birth mother sacrificing herself to let him escape Tevinter is up there, I don't think he remembers it all that clearly. He remembers her and misses her, he was old enough for that, but it's hard for him to conceptualize of what she may have lost by escaping for him.

Rashvine: Who/what is the one thing or person your character simply cannot stand?

He HATES people who act like his sister, Dhaveira, isn't smart/is stupid. It irks him endlessly, and puts people on his shit list faster than anything else.

Arbor Blessing: What is the happiest ending you can think of for your character?

Frankly, a universe in which he manages to topple slavery in Tevinter and is able to be with his sister again. It won't happen, but theoretically that would be the most happy ending I could see for him.

Vandal Aria: How well can your character bounce back from personal tragedies?

Fairly well, all things considered. He's been through a lot and handles grief and pain well, even if it is hard for him sometimes.

[deerfests]

seeing as youre into george gently right now are there any fanfic wips youre working on for it

Yeah, as a matter of fact, I am working on a few fics. Three to be precise, excluding certain things. Probably nothing amazing, but we'll see if any of it gets finished.

One is an attempt at a bit of a casefic. Provided I get the motivation to get back to it since my other two WIPs took me a bit away from it. It's not too far in yet. Also, I'm still struggling with planning out some aspects. Essentially, Bacchus goes undercover fairly early in the show, I'm not yet entirely set on a timeline yet... but it should be fun if I get to write it out properly.

Another is a bit of a fluff piece, because I enjoy that occasionally, too. I feel like it's nearly done, I just need to figure out the ending. Probably another 1k to 1.5k words left for it. Nothing too long, so far only 4k? I hope to finish it asap! It was supposed to take place somewhere at the start of season 5, but now it's somewhere start of season 6. I do need to go back and fix some issues I noticed now that I'm in the territory of episodes I've not seen in my original watch. Have minute information that changes some scenes layout wise lol.

And I've got a cracky/fluffy fic idea that I got yesterday, that probably won't see the light of day even if I do finish it. Trying to write Coles in it, which isn't as easy as I anticipated! But I think I'm handling it? Actually, probably struggling with Taylor more in it. I'll probably be running through it today, trying to fix what I can and so on.

On a fourth note: I did write a bit of a stupid smut piece. It was really bad though, so not published. And most likely will not be in the future, either, despite what anyone in my circle says to me regards to it.

And lastly, I just got a ridiculous AU idea this morning, that I'm gonna have to fight to the death to not write. Not giving details as ever. Out of fear, mostly... specifically fear that I will lose this battle and try to write it...

It's nice to be writing again, however.

[5sosxqueen]

Poor Lad Is Very Sick

< Part 1 , < Part 2 , ~Part 3~

You guys have no idea how much I have to do for these gifs now... it's a pain in the ass, but I like this layout too much to change it. I started working on this at 10pm my time and it's almost 1am now.

Anyways, isn't Duke just the cutest?? 🥰😍

Warnings: hospital, mention of panic attacks

Written in 2018

Published (Wattpad) - Feb 14, 2018

Word Count: 1,382

Updates are every Tuesday and Thursday

Also Available on Wattpad and AO3!!!

Part 3:

Calum's POV:

      'What is that sound?' *beep, beep, beep, sniffle, beep* 'Is someone crying? Why? Why can't I open my eyes or move my body....? What's going on? Michael? Ashton? Luke? Guys help me... Why aren't you answering? Who's crying?' "Calum please wake up..." I heard what sounded like Michael talking. Was I asleep? "We miss you so much Cal-Pal. You need to fight this and come back to us." I heard sniffling as he was talking.

       "I love you Cal. Please don't leave us..." Ash. He was the one crying, his voice wavering every second. 'Don't cry Ash. Why would you think I would leave you guys?' I didn't even know if I was even producing the words. 'I have to find a way to tell them I'm ok!' I suddenly felt something on my hand...

Michael's POV:

      I had Cal's hand gripped tightly in my larger one. I wanted to make sure he knew I was here. I talked to him, held his hand, and brushed the fringe from his closed eyes every chance I got since we got here.

      Ash has been crying nonstop, while Luke cradles him. Luke has managed to stay so strong during all of this. He's only broken down once. too be honest with myself I've broken down more then I would care to admit aloud, more than the occasional tear here and there that I've let show. I hate showing my emotions... I'm trying not to, but I feel like I am getting ready to lose the internal battle, fighting the tears from falling. I break. I rush a hand to cover my mouth in a failed attempt to cover a sob. I lower my head to the bed and just start praying, tearfully praying to a God that I don't even know exists, never letting go of his hand.

      I felt a twitch... No. I must have imagined it.

      Another twitch.

      I shot my head up and locked my gaze on our interlocked hands. I stare for what feels like forever, although it is only a few seconds. I see it, his hand moved. "HIS HAND MOVED!" I jumped out of my seat as Ashton slowly climbed off Luke's lap.

      "Are- are you sure Michael?" Luke asked me, glancing over to the bed.

      "Is he... Waking up?" Ashton looked over at the shell that once our best friend with eyes filled with hope.

       "YES! I FELT IT LUKE! I don't know Ash, but I think he might be starting to." I looked over to Calum and we all watched in amazement and pure awe, as he scrunched up his face. He squeezed my hand tight and I took a step forward. "Calum? Can you hear me? Squeeze my hand twice if you can hear me." I instantly crashed to my knees in a fit of complete solace, as I felt two weakened pumps. "He-" I couldn't form the words.

       "Michael?" I looked to Luke and saw the tears that we're threatening to fall from his ever so hopeful gaze. I nodded.

        "He's awake... Calum's awake...." I bawled. I was beyond relieved knowing that our friend would be ok.

       "Oh, thank God!" Luke got up from the chair he had been sitting in for a little over a week, minus getting some nights sleep and to lazily bathe. "Calum, buddy, don't try to talk. I know you probably have loads of questions and I'm sorry, but you have a tube in your mouth right now." Luke speaking soft as he walked over to the head of the bed. A tear slowly streamed down Calum's ghostly face.

Ashton's POV:

       Though the blurriness of my eyes, I walked over and calmly pushed the button for the nurse. I could tell that upon walking in it looked as if nothing had changed. Calum still had his eyes shut, he's responded to everything one way or another.

       'Calum's going to be ok. He is ok!' I thought contently. The nurse walked in and saw us hovering over the bed for the millionth time since he has been here. "How may I help you boys?" She asked nicely.

       "He's awake." We all almost yelled through our tears and giddiness.

       "He is?" He, very slowly and very shakily, lifted his thumb up, as he slowly cracked his eyes open adjusting to the bright contrast of light. She must have seen it too, as her face lit up. "Huh! Well good morning Calum... I'm going to take a look at your eyes bud. Bright light." She explained walking over to Cal's bedside and pulling out a small flashlight. She shot it back and forth in front of one eye as he held it open and then repeated the action with the other. "Everything looks good." She exclaimed looking over his vitals. "I will be right back boys. I have to talk to Dr. Kilarjian." With that she swiftly walked out of the room and into the hallway.

        Soon enough the doctor and the nurse walked in with bright smiles on their faces. "I heard Calum is awake... I heard that his vitals are doing great... Guess what that means." We looked at each other dumbfounded and shook our heads, shrugging, clueless to what she was going to say. "It means I'm going to try to wean Mr. Hood off the ventilator." If we weren't crying happily before, we definitely were now. "I'm going to lower the ventilator about 5% and we will see if anything worrisome occurs, but if nothing done then I will lower it another 5% and so on." We nodded super anxious to get this tube out of his throat.

       She did just that, started slowly weaning him off the tube. The ventilator was originally only at 35% it didn't take too long.

      "Ok Calum, I'm going to take out that annoying tube now. You will need to cough to help me get it moving. This will hurt since this has been down your throat for quite some time. It's best with you being a singer that you don't talk for a day or two, or until you feel like it. We will supply you withe a pen and paper or you can use your phone. Either way, are you ready?" He nodded eagerly. She turned the ventilator of and watched him breathe for a minute. She unhooked the tube from the machine and undid the tape that was securing it. "Ok cough." He coughed and gagged slightly as she slid the tube from his throat. He started to feel suffocated, which sounds bad, but it was actually a really good sign. After it was out he looked around and Dr. Kilarjian rose his bed up.

       She handed him the promised pen and paper and he quickly put it to use. 

'How long was I out for?' 

      "About a week and a half bud." I responded. His face dropped. 

'And my chest hurts due to the tube right?'  He pointed the paper at the doctor.

       "That's right Calum. You will be sore for a while. It will also take a day or two for you to be able to walk or move around." He went to write something else. "If you are wondering what cashed all of this, it was pneumonia. Really bad at that." He nodded and showed her the half written sentence. That was what he was getting ready to ask. 

'How long will I have to be here now? I know I just woke up from a coma, so it will be a while, but I want to go home. It's all cleared up right?' 

      "It may be a while. I think you should stay for at least 3 days just to make sure everything clear and that there are no complications." Calum nodded and leaned his head back against the pillow, content that all of his questions were answered.

       Calum had to do some physical therapy for a while, but once he could walk again and was given the all clear he was released from the hospital with some medicine he had to take for 5 days. Now he is right back to singing and jumping/running around on stage, back to his happy self.

[major-victory]

So now that I've finished season 1 of bnha, I wanna try and do a little analysis of what I do/don't like about it, or in otherwords: despite being a flashy action shounen with a fun basic hook that is well drawn and voice acted, why does it lose me?

I can't add a readmore, so bear with me here

Overall

I overall like the show a good bit. Switching over to English has definitely made it more engaging for me, though it is Entirely Possible that it's primarily due to Chris Sabat carrying it for me personally. But all of the actors are great, theyre well suited to their roles, and they feel well directed. (And I'm not biased at all that I hear Saitou when Chris speaks shut up, im sorry my fave role of his is such a small one when the man literally voiced in DBZ)

The hook IS genuinely fun. I LOVE the concept of a kid showing such an urgent desire to help that he inspired a known pro hero to push himself as well, and I am always weak for Strong OP Master accidentally adopting a kid that he initially wrote off, but in such a way that he would Kill for said child. Better still when, in order to make the child his apprentice, he gives the child a piece of his own power (see: the breaker for another fun example of this narrative) and this ends up hurting him down the line.

Animation

The animation is also very fun. They let these kids make Great Expressions -- lots of wrinkles and lines, over exaggerated when necessary to drive home the intensity. The action and posing is fun, tons of foreshortening, great camera angles for a lot of the fights.

So with all of that being as fun as it is, I think it loses me in 2 places: narrative and lighting.

Narrative

Basically -- the pacing just feels Off. I think I'm not a huge fan of introducing shigaraki so early in the game, instead of having no build up to them as a threat, and then turning around and going into the sports fest... it isn't even whiplash, it just doesn't feel like those arcs were supposed to come one after the other like that. Like there should have been an arc before USJ that helped ramp things up a bit more, made the USJ bit feel more impact full. In stead it just punched you in the arm, said "Jah! Bet that was scary" then ran off leaving you more confused why you were punched in the arm at all.

Lighting

Lighting really just boils down to All These Scenes Look The Same. They all have the same lighting intensity and shadow placements, every scene is as saturated as the last. Even the shots of Deku in the night, or Deku leaving school at sunset have largely similar lighting, it's just the color itself that is off.

There is only 1 scene I can recall in those first 15 eps (I'm 2 eps into season 2 so shh) that had any distinct lighting: the scene where Deku completes his beach cleaning and the sun is still rising. It created a fun back-lit effect on him, and was gorgeous when combined with the raw emotion and his scream. Loved That.

But there were other opportunities to use lighting just as dramatically, especially in the USJ battle sequences, when Shigaraki first appears. This is such a terrifying, heavy set of fights, but the whole time its illuminated like it's just a sunny day. There's no dramatic shadows that obscure half a characters face, no fun colorful spec lighting to help them stand out against the combat around them. They just look the same as they do in any other scene. I think, writing about this now, that has a huge impact on the fact that these fights are occasionally losing me. They're fun they're fast, theyre flashy, and I like that, but they don't look any different.

That said, I know there's a few scenes later in the show that look to change this up a bit, but I'm not sure when they do, or how often either.

[lestross]

This is an original story I made it’s sort of depressing and has questions about living. Do not read if you have tendencies of suicidal thoughts or depression. I pasted here so it’s not indented. I will put the theme of this work at the bottom.

Dig up my Heart

I had pure exhilaration as I bound down the steps shirtless with a long carrot in my hand as a sword. I wave it around as my enemy prowls with another carrot in his hand. We parry and thrust together as if dancing, unable to wipe the grins off our faces. The onlookers gaze from upon the balcony shouting their enthusiasm and support! They all ‘pretend died’ a while ago. Now only I remained with Henner as my opponent. Our carrot weapons in hand, we engage.

I wait to attack while eagerly dodging Henner’s attempts at easy swipes. Henner imposing keeps up his carrot swipes. I lose ground as his swipes become more powerful, edging closer, but he persists. I clash with his carrot occasionally and see my opening and strike for him when my mother interrupts.

“The cake is ready!” A voice echoes through the house.

The battle unfinished, Henner and I eat our carrots on the way to the kitchen with my other friends descending from the steps hastily. When the stampede of children is upon us, I begin to join them, nearly charging my mom and nearly knocking down the cake in her arms.

“Calm down, my darlings, or you won’t get any reward for your hard battle.” My mother smiles endearingly.

“We don’t need any reward; it is my duty!” Micheal pipes up with his 8-year-old shaky voice reciting the lines of the Meridian Heroes. Micheal has been getting quite good at sounding more confident lately. His imitation of the heroes is nearly indistinguishable.

My mother chuckles, “Then perhaps I can have the cake all to myself!” A chorus of children moaning ‘no’s’ begin arising from around.

“Then I suggest you all calm down, wash your hands, and begin your feast. Even the Meridian Heroes can’t save the galaxy on an empty stomach.”

I savor the vanilla and chocolate mix when we finally sit down to enjoy the glorious piece of sugary-filled joy. You know there are sweet chunks of chocolate that accentuate every bite's taste. On top of the cake is a strawberry. Its sweetness makes me feel as if I am on top of the clouds. The cake on top of my other meal was a challenge but with my desire to savor the piquant flavors. Upon Realizing my mistake of exceeding my capacity for food, my stomach aches slightly. Sitting down makes the feeling seem a bit more uncomfortable until Michael begins to discuss his favorite Meridian Hero.

The Meridian Heroes are exceptional in every way. They represent Planet earth out in the universe, fighting evil. They recently started a war to defend another country that has had bad things happen to them, like constant suffering, pain and stealing. I wish to see them fight one day.

That wish I will forever live to regret.

Clouds, rain ash, and the sky is congested and poisonous. Explosions are nauseating but occur regularly. I stay up for days in fear hiding in an abandoned convenience store, hearing the resounding echo of death, feeling the earth’s recoil from shock. The screams are miserable, and I flinch at every one I hear.

I don’t know where anyone is. I was walking home from my morning run when suddenly the sky was lit with a blinding light. Radios began clamoring for people to evacuate the city as the rampaging fight between evil and the Meridians was moving towards us. All broadcasts were halted in favor of letting the cities know immediately as the battle was quickly approaching. They failed to inform us that the battle was practically already here.

Within minutes of the announcement, hundreds of thousands of citizens were massacred.

I saw the frightful sight, and I couldn't believe my eyes. I couldn’t accept the reality. Still, I fight myself to comprehend this foreign new daunting world I find myself trapped in. Within my hole, I try to relax. My mother is on my mind, and although I cannot bear to think of her fate, selfishly thinking of her helps me cope with the nerves. It is days before I can finally calm down and control my breathing. I gain enough courage to stand and walk to explore.

When I exit the alley, the air is on fire; it burns my lungs and fires scorching the earth as they thrive throughout the city. Structures were nearly non-existent. I could see for miles in an area that once had been congested by buildings.

The first place I decide to explore is my home to see if I can salvage anything. Trepidation every step I walk, I listen for any life around me. To my sadness, there is none. I walked back to where my home once stood and grabbed two twigs. I put them on the ground in the shape of a cross and lay them on the ground as the ear-splitting booming never ceased.

On the twenty-third day, a gray building is still standing—a tall building with six floors. Someone atop the structure was clanging pots on the top and attempting to get a rescue ship. I had never seen a spaceship, helicopter, plane, or anything in the battle zone. In war zones, rescue ships are not permitted to enter the premises.

I watch from the ground as the futile clanging continues. The sound somehow brings me a sense of peace, as if there is somebody who I can talk to, Somebody who can reciprocate my feelings of agony. I did not have the spirit to dissuade this group from trying to save their lives. I did not have it to confront them and tell them the truth.

The following day I felt the booming get closer. It was deafening. On the twenty-fourth day from afar, I watch a gray 6-story building swiftly collapse. I almost imagine three dark figures falling off the top floor as the foundation caves in.

I adapted, learned never to eat a particular food, never to climb high for a hope that would never come.

The days now are fluid. Time outpaces even the stars. It is unclear how long I've been here. I could never have foreseen my fate. At first, I was mortified. Now I am. It is as if the two motions of pushing and pulling are natural. Long ago, these movements became muscle memory. The ruble I began to sift methodically moving became the norm despite my lack of muscles. I no longer have the strength to lift, yet I find a way. I often lack thought. Thinking used to cause me to drift, and the more I did so, it caused me physical pain. Anxiety. Shaking. I no longer dwell on any thought if not necessary.

I used to remember my naive adolescence. Mundane happiness, such as items used to swell me full of elation. What a repulsive wretch the world has become. I am no different as I am a part of it.

My clothes are torn, and my skin has been rubbed raw repeatedly, so much it has become a permanent dark reddish hue. Even if I wore all the layers a single man can carry, it could never fully defend me from the acidic qualities the air contains. I can hardly recall what my skin looked like before. I doubt anyone here does. When the sun descends, I walk to the dome and eat whatever I can find. No matter what I tried, it was tasteless. I once saw a shrub that grew higher than the others. It was untouched, and from it grew red orbs. I pulled one off its stem; it felt the water inside, the texture, and the softness inside the ruby red shell. That was when I noticed the distinct taste or lack thereof. The taste was similar to that of cockroaches. Ashy. Dull. Void of any semblance of what my tongue vaguely knew.

Nothing brings me joy. A little pleasure is when I find the vessels in the rubble. I go days without seeing any, then, fortunately, I suddenly successfully locate forty.

Therein lies the repetition of my reality ever more; I search for an unreachable satisfaction. Many revolted against this. They claim it to be an intolerable or volatile act to retrieve the dead from the wreckage as the corpses have rotted for longer than ordinary people consider acceptable. However, I digress; I feel the burial in the debris is not suitable by any means. So began my moral quest, which turned into life itself. I gain calluses, Albeit slowly. An indent the world has left on me.

There is the cart; it is full of the living and the dead. The carriage is the carrier of death. A few others have similar goals of digging and searching. The smoke billows as the sun emerges. The gray fumes rose to fill the sky even darker, a sign of the dead finally being lifted and scorched. One day, the bodies will run out, I say to myself deceitfully. That is a foolish notion. For whenever has death been unoccupied.

Then my mind wanders unwillingly to a toy—a bright red suit in a dirt-stained yellow spaceship. When my shovel nudges it slightly, it lights up. I nearly take the toy but am taken aback by the familiarity. It was Joseph, who is a Meridian hero. I gaze from atop the hill of demise and reevaluate my choice. For he was no hero. The meridians' good intentions of saving that alien race killed millions.

The theme is meant to be those in power who have good intentions may not make the best choices and leave others to suffer. For instance I believe in the past the United Nations have attempted to help third world countries by providing aid. This aid have been the cause of internal conflict within the country. People are fighting for the food centers and hogging it for their faction. You could also say this for charities that have very little experience.

If you did not understand the story the war is a metaphor for poor choices and the Meridian heroes are the rich or influential individuals. There is a line here stating how the Meridian heroes chose to save a planet that was suffering and that lead to this unnecessary war. Had the Meridian heroes not chosen to engage in another’s problems this likely would’ve never happened. Therefore the Meridian heroes are not necessarily evil or good that are simply humans that make mistakes and one of them was ruining the lives of these city dwellers.

[thepremedthatwrites]

The ABC’s of Peter Pevensie (Smut Edition)

Hi I jus wanted to say that I LOVE your writing and I was hoping if you could write a Peter Pevensie alphabet kinda kinky, smut edition or fluff is alright too I guess, pls consider it!

I’ve never done an alphabet post before so I am winging it as I go.  I did look up similar posts on Tumblr just to get an idea of what to do and I saw that they all followed a pretty similar format that I’ve adopted for this post.  I did make some alterations just to fit what I wanted to write.  I hope you all enjoy it!

warning: entire post contains smut and mentions of smut

A - aftercare

Peter loves to whisper sweet nothings into your ear right after both of you have finished.  Once you two have calmed down enough, he’ll draw both of you a bath and carry you to the tub before helping you wash up.

B -  body part

Whenever you want to drive Peter crazy, you know to wear your hair up to leave your neck exposed.  He just can’t control himself and will litter your neck with kisses and lovebites.  

Peter doesn’t spend much time fretting over his appearance but he would be lying if he denied that he chooses to wear shirts that are a bit tight on him to show off his biceps.  He likes how it shows everyone he is no longer the scared 13-year-old who wanted to protect his loved ones but didn’t know how to.  Now, he’s strong and won’t let anyone or anything hurt the people he loves.

C - cum

Peter loves to watch you cum, pure bliss taking over your face as you cling to him for dear life.  He especially loves it when you cum on his cock so he can feel your pussy collapse around him, squeezing and enticing him to cum as well.  

D - dirty secret

Although he would never admit it, he secretly hopes that people walking by his bedroom can hear you guys while you do it, especially when you’re moaning his name.  He wants everyone to remember that he’s the one who is making you feel as good as you do.

E - experience

Peter hadn’t been with anyone else before meeting you.  He had always been too worried about taking care of both his siblings and an entire nation.  So when you two started seeing each other, he had almost no experience but that didn’t hinder him as he seemed to be a natural.  He knew the right places to touch and the perfect pace that would leave you a moaning mess.  This was because he was an expert at reading people, something that he had learned for diplomatic meetings and fights on the battlefield but was also handy in the bedroom.

F - favorite position

He’s a bit old fashioned and prefers to do it missionary.  He loves to see the pleasure build on your face as you get closer to your climax as well as the feeling of you raking your nails down his back.

G - good girl

When I tell you this man loves to praise you, I mean it.  In the bedroom, he loves to remind you what a good girl you are.  He’s constantly encouraging you and telling you how good you’re making him feel.  Even outside the bedroom, he likes to praise you.  Partially because he wants to remind you how proud he is, but also partly because he loves the look you give him when he does so.

H - hand-holding

Peter loves to hold your hands while he pins them in place above your head.  He also likes to play with your hands afterwards, sometimes doing it absentmindedly while you two are cuddling in bed.  

I - intimacy

Being romantic is in Peter’s nature so it isn’t much of a surprise that he is super romantic in bed.  Before going any further, he always makes sure it’s alright with you and he never pushes you to do anything you aren’t comfortable with.  To him, sex is much more than feeling good.  It’s another way that he can worship you and he makes sure you know it.  He kisses every inch of you, reminding you how beautiful you are.  He holds you in his arms, making sure you understand just how loved you are.

J - jealousy

Although he hates to admit it, any time he sees you conversing with someone else who may show just the smallest hint of romantic interest, he gets insanely jealous.  This jealousy usually leads to long nights in his bed chambers.

K - kinks

While Peter may not have any prominent kinks, he does enjoy having you call him ‘my king’.  He also likes to be the dominant one in the bedroom but is always happy to have you take over once in a while.  

L - location

Peter likes to do it in the comfort of his bed where you two can go for as many rounds as you can without the risk of being caught or walked in on.  His second favorite place to do it is in his study.  The sight of you sprawled on the desk, open and ready for him, is enough to make him rock hard.

M - masturbation

Peter doesn’t masturbate that much since he has you, but when you aren’t available and his pants start to get a bit tight, he’ll go for a quick round in his bedroom, imagining you were there with him.

N - no

Peter would never do a threesome as he would get too jealous seeing another person touching you.

O - oral

Peter most certainly prefers giving it to you rather than receiving it.  While you are able to make him feel wonderful everytime you give him head, you are his goddess and he wants to be the one to worship you, including with his tongue.  He especially loves it when you start to get closer to your release and grind against his face.

P - pace

Peter loves to give it rough with the occasional slap of the ass and binding your hands.  He loves hearing the bed creak underneath you two and the sound of your desperate moans as he fucks you into the mattress.  He tries to go slow at first but he’s quick to lose control with you right underneath him.

Q -  quickes

Peter doesn’t mind having a quickie, especially if jealousy is coursing through his blood.  Usually when he does quickies, it’s when you two aren’t in his bedroom and are instead somewhere more public like his office or the library.

R - risk

Peter loves risks.  He thinks the added adrenaline makes it all the more hot.  He’s willing to do it in a public place where anyone can see.  He loves experimenting as well, whether it’s trying a new position or experimenting with foreplay.  Anything that might heighten the experience for you two is worth trying.

S - stamina

Due to his rigorous training for battles, Peter has insane stamina.  He could go all night if you let him although you two usually stop after two or three rounds.  Peter always makes an effort to not finish until you do, as you are always his top priority and he wants you to enjoy the experience entirely and fully.  This can be hard though when you are also doing your best to make him finish first but he usually has the willpower to hold out until you cum.

T - tease

Peter loves to tease you, whether that be saying an offhand comment that makes you heart race or kissing you everywhere except where his touch is needed most.  

On the other hand, he hates being teased.  You had decided to tease him once, tight clothes, sexual comments, and all.  This only led to him pinning you against the wall within an hour and him making you climax more times than you thought possible within the span of half an hour as punishment.

U - undergarments

Peter has a habit of ripping off your undergarments while in the heat of the moment.  This had led to your maids having a stash of undergarments ready at a moment’s notice.

V - volume

Peter isn’t the loudest in bed but he does let out the occasional moan or grunt.  The sounds he usually makes are praises, reminding you just how good you’re doing.

W - when

Peter likes to wait a while in a relationship before taking it to the next level.  It wasn’t until a few months into the relationship that you guys did it for the first time.  But after that, you two could barely keep your hands off of eachother.

X - x-ray

Peter is average when it comes to his length, but you don’t mind due to his girth.  Every time you guys do it, he fills you up perfectly.

Y - yearning

Peter would fuck you 24/7 if he could.  You never would have imagined the high king would have such a high sex drive, but you aren’t complaining.  It’s hard to hold back when the sex is just so damn good.

Z - zzz

Peter makes an effort to not fall asleep until he knows that you are.  He likes to brush the hair out of your face and plant gentle kisses on your forehead as you sleep soundly in his arms.  There had only been a few times where he was too tired afterwards and had passed out before you did.

[fungi-maestro]

So what is Ditko's Vic personality and how does it differ from other iterations?

I'm going to put this under a readmore bc I am going to use this opportunity to talk about a cool article dissecting this exact character difference! But TLDR, I think the core of Ditko's Question is a black and white objectivism that isn't present in most other iterations. You'll see a little flicker of it occasionally, especially in ones that showcase the vintage personality (like the Blue Beetle short from a few years ago), or ones where they Rorschach-ify him (like PAX), but for the most part his modern character is dependent on him seeing the world as complex, which his old persona really was never able to do while locked into the Randian mindset.

Ok, now onto the readmore.

That's why he's the Question, to find answers to the complicated shades of grey that exist in the world. This is what makes him so interesting, to me at least, and what gives his character the staying power it needs. That's why he chooses complicated people to be his allies and proteges, like our very own Renee Montoya. Ditko Question would see someone with the kind of inner battles that we see in Renee and brush her off, probably giving the viewer a weird speech about unfaltering moral fortitude or something.

I also think it's interesting how Ditko Question was built into the mold of a character that always wins his battles due to his Strong Unwavering Right and Wrong Morals. You see this parodied with the tragedy of Rorschach in Watchmen, a man who stuck to his morals until it ultimately killed him, but you see the inverse of it with modern Vic. This is a guy that holds to his morals, which are complicated and messy, and doesn't win every time. It could be argued that this is a symptom of the purpose of heroes and comics changing over time, but it's still vital to understanding the character change.

Take this quote from this article here that talks about the Watchmen reference issue.

Regardless, O’Neil and Cowan’s most effective decision is to have everything go wrong for Question every time he tries to live up to the standards of his hero Rorschach. In this issue, Question falls out of a building on a man and kills him (this is before he reads Watchmen but still), loses literally every fight he gets in, drinks too much and pukes in a toilet, and is set for execution in the snow before a DC hero staple, Denny O’Neil’s own hard-travelin’ Green Arrow, shows up deus ex machina to save him!

There is a very good chance in every Question story that he might lose. You see him come really close! I can't even count the number of times he gets the snot beat out of him trying to stick to what he feels is right, even if I only tried to do so with the O'Neil run. And what's even more amazing is that his morals are things he grapples with. He doesn't have all the answers, and he doesn't claim to. Here's another quote (last one I promise, go read the article. It's quick and really opened my mind)

This Question goes on to grow, to use violence less, to become so open-minded and curious he confuses the Riddler with his amorphous doubts. O’Neil and Cowan’s Vic Sage grows well beyond Rand’s objectivism, acknowledging the vast pools of gray in the world, and acquiring the self-awareness to understand he doesn’t have all the answers.

Like how he talks to Izzy about if he's "crossed any lines" and he doesn't give a straight answer. He's not sure where his line is, and he really isn't sure if he's gone past it.

And here when he saves Izzy, who at the time was one of the most corrupt people in Hub City (a real feat). He obviously isn't happy about it, but his gut is telling him that it isn't right to let someone die, even if he doesn't like them. He can't be the judge on if they deserve to live.

You see it again here with this criminal that killed someone in front of him. Vic doesn't have the answer to whether someone should die for their crimes.

Compare this to such classics from the Ditko era as "Vic leaves some criminals to drown in the sewers" and "Vic pushes a guy out a window, breaking their flight apparatus, where they are then presumed dead". (I had screenshots of these, but I can't find them? They're in my tags. Somewhere.)

I would say there are some oddball runs for this characteristic, though. The 2005 one comes to mind. He definitely decides those guys fates, and leaving them chopped to pieces in a puddle of wet cement is his idea of justice. There's nuance here too, with the life of Superman on the line, the serious levels of corruption that were being left unaddressed, and his own personal battle with his ego that he was working through. It still speaks to someone that doesn't subscribe to the Randian objectivism that Ditko Question is famous for.

It's kind of awesome that a character like the Question, who starts his career as a guy that seems to have a good answer to every dilemma, is perfectly set up to be a complex and painfully raw depiction of someone that really tries to be good, but doesn't know what that looks like every time. He doesn't know everything, so he has to question the world, his morals, and everything he knows. It's really beautiful to me. Let me know what you guys think, I'd love to hear it.