#define angst

[my-shields-are-down]

How did you find the last episode? There was barely any angst for chenford despite them supposedly struggling with their hours etc.?

I loved it. I love Celina - and while I was surprised that she got to step up and just DO things - I am so glad they caught the guy and both she and her mom got closure. Yes it sucks, but they can now just miss her and have far less ick and guilt around her disappearance.

No angst? What episode did you watch? I thought there was tons of angst. But I dislike anything that causes problems. I just want my babies, happy, healthy and together.

I addressed the angst in a similar post last week. Here you go: https://www.tumblr.com/my-shields-are-down/713182637242613760/my-one-complaint-about-the-episode-last-night-is

I try not to have any expectations when watching - that way, the show always exceeds them. ❤️🔥🏆♥️

[zillychu]

woke up from a dead sleep last night realizing I could make soroku flavored pitch pearl and no one could stop me

edit: you know what? I'm feral and I won't apologize. more under the cut bc this is my house

I slammed this out all at once so I apologize for the quality but I'm having EMOTIONS

so imagine. bc of the way Danny was quickly resuscitated, his ghost only barely started forming. With the excess blast of ectoplasm from the portal being created, that little whisp was given form even after Danny's soul returned to his body.

except this ghost (Phantom) slowly comes into consciousness while trapped in Danny's body. they're separate entities sharing one body, but Phantom doesn't really have a sense of self right away. he pieces together vague fragments of Danny's memory to get a basic understanding of the world, and is mostly just observing like a backseat passenger.

Phantom starts reflexively protecting Danny, his powers and instincts bleeding through when his emotions are high. Danny doesn't really transform, and his personality doesn't totally shift that much at first because Phantom’s mind isn't complex yet. but as time goes on, and Danny has tense conversations with ghosts, Phantom realizes that's what he is. he's a ghost, somehow trapped in his old body. and even now, this early on, he already feels separate. he doesn't have all the memories Danny has.

this slowly turns into horror. into rage. sorrow, mourning a life he never got and will never get to have. forever trapped behind the eyes of someone else, never able to interact with the world. Phantom's rage eventually boils over until it allows him short bursts of taking over Danny's body. it starts out small–a stray hand moving without his consent, knees locking up, ghost abilities going awry. Danny can start feeling emotions that don't belong to him. get vague impressions, almost hears a voice inside him.

and eventually, Phantom is able to fully take over. this is when Danny “transforms". at first, Danny blacks out because his consciousness isn't used to being shoved into the back seat. but eventually, he's awake for these “episodes", trapped in the back of his mind while Phantom controls his body. this only happens when ghost stuff is happening, when Phantom feels threatened enough. he's not protecting Danny, he's protecting himself. Phantom knows instinctively that if Danny dies, he dies too. he's not a normal ghost, he wouldn't be freed. he'd simply disappear.

at one point after a fight, Phantom can feel Danny struggling to take back control. and he talks to Danny for the first time, acknowledges he's there. asks how it's fair that Danny is the one that gets to exist. but Phantom is tired and weak, he slips back into the passenger seat.

over the next few days, he's able to start talking to Danny even while he's not driving. though he's not chatty, it's only when necessary. and Danny knows, can feel it across the link between them–Phantom hates him. the ghost he created is desperate to find a way to take over completely. and as time goes on, Danny realizes with horror that it might actually be possible for Phantom to do that. he grows stronger every day, can stay transformed longer, controls Danny's body with much more ease.

it's only through a chance meeting with Frostbite that Danny and Phantom fully learn what happened to them. Danny feels sympathetic towards Phantom now. this isn't a malevolent ghost, it's a person who was never given the chance to live. who's trapped. who has to watch someone else live a life they're just as deserving of.

and Phantom feels that emotion from Danny. is so shocked by it, he doesn't know how to handle it at first. it takes him a while to contemplate, to talk to other ghosts like Frostbite. until one day, Phantom realizes… he feels sympathy for Danny, too.

neither of them asked for this. both of them deserve to live. Danny didn't do anything wrong. they're both villains to each other's story. and if anything… doesn't Phantom owe his life to Danny in the first place?

Phantom takes over less often. Danny doesn't feel hatred from him anymore. anger, yes–but not aimed at him. in fact, Phantom starts controlling their body in little ways in order to protect Danny from things that aren't even dangerous. just to avoid pain that would only affect the human tethered to him.

it isn't long before they're separated, either thanks to another ghost or Danny's parents. they're thrown apart in the middle of a horrific fight, and when Danny sees Phantom's equally shocked expression, he's terrified.

this ghost that hated him for so long–at best, Phantom would leave him defenseless. at worst, surely some part of Phantom still wants to kill him for stealing away his chance for autonomy.

and yet, when fire rains down on them, Phantom risks it all to grab Danny and get them both to safety. they're still both shaken and stunned this is even happening, but Phantom is able to nervously be like shit shit shit okay stay here don't go anywhere or I can't protect you, okay?

after the fight is over and dust settles, Phantom offers Danny his hand. they stare at each other and god if this isn't the weirdest thing. like, uh, okay, what now? they decide to go see Frostbite, who confirms that they're fully separate now. they ask if there's any chance of merging again and Frostbite assures it's impossible.

Phantom asks, even if I overshadowed Danny? or stay real close? yes, it's nothing to worry about. they leave, and back in the quiet of Danny's room, they talk. Phantom isn't sure what to do. now that opportunity is in front of him, he feels paralyzed. Danny does his best to let Phantom know that… they might be separate now, but if he ever wants help or even just a friendly ear, he's here for him.

Phantom is quiet for a while. then says maybe he just needs to rest first. he'll think about it tomorrow. they're both exhausted and injured. Phantom asks quietly… if he could rest in Danny for the night.

Danny's shocked, and–really confused. Phantom blushes and is like I don't know what my haunt is yet, I don't know where to go, but I know… you're kind of my home. now that I know I can leave whenever I want, it's not something bad anymore. I miss feeling your heart next to my core, just a little bit.

and Danny is just as surprised when Phantom overshadows him, then quietly nestles into the passenger seat again. he didn't realize how he got used to feeling Phantom with him. it's a feedback loop of contentedness, and Danny sleeps easily. (they also find out while sharing a body, Danny gets to reap the benefits of Phantom's supernatural healing)

anyway that's all I got for now thank u for coming to my ted talk

[wired-heartbeats]

I think self shippers are allowed to have complicated-ass relationships with their F/Os, like yeah we love the lovey-dovey sweet flustering stuff, but also some of us go nuts for a good case of

‘we want to and probably have practically strangled each other but also you’re my soulmate and fate has intrinsically tied us together and I would protect you and fight for you in any given universe but also you’re an actual dumbass and I will tell you so and if we ever go down it’s going to be by the others hand’

Or other related variations, I think it’s great to go hogwild and not all F/O relationships stop at Romantic or Platonic or Familial, the dynamics are endless and can be so fun to play with and navigate

[cluescorner]

I gave myself a writing challenge and I am fascinated by it

So basically I put the robins in a randomizer to give them a new order/role (because I just...kinda wanted to see what would happen + I like role-reversal AUs) and got results that are giving me a fucking brain blast.

Stephanie, the first sidekick who defines the role

Tim, the sidekick who dies and comes back wrong

Dick, the sidekick who saves Batman from himself

Damian, the sidekick who was never supposed to be a sidekick but would go on to prove everyone wrong

Jason, the youngest sidekick who is still the Kid Wonder

...So this is fucking wild. I've got some ideas and several of these fit perfectly (Dick's role is pretty similar to his one in canon), but some of these are fucking INCREDIBLE to explore (Steph being the first Robin is something I never even considered but tbh I kinda love it).

I probably won't write a fic or anything because tbh I don't like publishing my writing that much, but I might expand this into a full AU and post about it. I might randomize other stuff too (ie, stuff that I cannot change vs stuff that I cannot keep the same) but this fucking rules as a starting point.

[fanaticforlife]

Born to Run | Tennant Doctor

"live my life like I'm born to run"

[zabreus]

loving all the creative work coming out of the I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream fandom (?)(!) but it is a tad funny seeing all the anthropomorphized AM designs because if he was like that then quite literally none of that stuff would have happened

[shivunin]

If you had to pick 5 fics you’ve written to make a “crash course” and sum up your writing personality, which would they be?

Oooh thank you so much for asking! <3 I had to ponder this a bit, but here's what I think:

I love angst/confronting your feelings at the moment your loved one faces mortal peril so Only Ghosts (4,267 Words). It's all the tasty Zevran/Wen feelings after she takes a deadly wound in the Deep Roads.

I have to include As Two Reflected Stars (12,429 words) because I also love hurt/comfort and tracing the role a specific habit or occurrence has in character growth over time. In this case, healing.

Internal conflict is (I think!) one of my specialties so I offer up Only a Kiss (1,215 Words), the first thing I ever wrote for Wen and Zevran. Wen is always such a treat to write because so much goes unspoken with her, but I feel like this is a peak example of her warring with herself.

I also consider tropes I don't love a little puzzle to unwrap for myself, so next is Search Your Hands (13,581 words). I wrote it as a silly little story about cultural misunderstandings between Cullen and Lavellan. It wound up being a more well-liked fic than most of mine, which surprised me a lot!

Aaaand last but not least I will always be a sucker for unspoken feelings, idiots in love, and romantic tension, so Summer Tea (897 Words) with Elowen and Cullen. These two are the worst at making that first move with each other but it's so fun to write the lead-up.

[squealing-for-harusono-sensei]

Is Sasaki to Miyano BL? (Pt. 1: Genre is COMPLICATED)

I can practically hear some saying "Obviously??" And others yelling "NO IT'S NOT!!!" to that question.

For those of you who don't get why this is even in question, it's because Harusono-sensei doesn't classify Sasaki to Miyano as BL. The first volume cover denies that it's BL and on the site where it's published, it isn't categorized as BL.

Some may argue that it doesn't matter. It's about two boys who end up together, isn't that enough? "Death of the author" and all that.

I studied literature in college. Admittedly, I had a hard time understanding genre–so I had it as one of the main topics of my graduating thesis out of spite. And got the best possible grade. So I think it's safe to assume that I learned and know more about this than the majority of this fandom. And I say, that question? Is VERY complicated to answer.

The thing is, a lot of people think of genre as a binary. Either something is or isn't a part of that genre. In reality, it's closer to a spectrum and there are a lot of grey areas.

Take the arguments I presented for and against Sasaki to Miyano being BL. How much you buy into either of those arguments is largely depended on

1) Who you think has the most authority over what genre a work is. Is it the author or the reader?

2) What makes a BL BL? Is love between two boys really the only factor?

Neither of these have a clear answer. The reason why I was so confused about genre was because the academic world don't agree on what it even is. We all agree that genre is a thing, but we can't define it.

As I see it, genre is a byproduct of the human instinct to see patterns in things. We see a story and go "This is like that other story!" Once we have a large enough amount of stories that resemble each other and we give that group a name, BAM! We have a new genre.

Which is why defining it is so hard. Stories can be similar in a lot of different ways. But stories aren't similar if they only have one commonality. And yet we tend to boil the similarities down to only one aspect.

Take the isekai genre. Stories about going to another world goes WAY back. And yet, it's only within the last decade that we gave them that name. As I see it, it's because earlier they were similar enough to fantasy stories to simply be lumped into that genre. Whether the main character was born into a magical world or came into it later in life didn't change things enough for those stories to be dissimilar. At most it was a sub-genre of fantasy (e.g. portal fantasy). But suddenly we got a lot of stories about being transported into another world that were very similar in a distinct way. The main character was similar. They ended up in similar worlds. They were, for one reason or another, OP in this new world. They had similar tropes, characters, plot progressions. So these stories were given a name–isekai. Meaning different world. And then, because being transported to another world is the most distinct feature, all stories with that premise is categorized as isekai regardless of how well the term actually fits. (Although if it only has the premise as point of similarity, veterans of the genre will typically say that it is only technically isekai, or distinguish it from other isekai in some other way.)

Looping back to BL, if romance between two boys is the only defining factor, we can't call BL a genre...right? Well, yes, but once something is a genre things get even more complicated.

But does it have to be? Couldn't we just solve it by having the author decide the genre?

Sadly, authors are not immune misclassifying their works. Authors are not immune to misunderstanding genres, for one, though I think we can safely rule out any of those reasons in this case. Harusono-sensei clearly knows a lot about BL–a lot of Sasaki to Miyano's humor wouldn't work otherwise. However, that doesn't rule out not being able to see the forest for the trees. Sometimes an author is too close to their work to recognize the genre because they get bogged down in all the details that make their work unique. There is also the possibility of Harusono-sensei just plain lying to us. Because sometimes authors do that.

But why would an author ever want to lie about the genre? Because genre shapes expectations.

This is why the question of what genre a work is even matters. In worst case scenarios, it's like eating something sour when you were expecting something sweet. You probably wouldn't like it, even though you would have liked it if you had known it would be sour. The worst case scenario isn't relevant for this question, but the point is that being told that something is a specific genre is going to affect how you experience the story.

Regardless of whether or not Sasaki to Miyano is or isn't BL, Harusono-sensei did have something in mind when she called it Boys' Life instead of BL. So whenever you recommend it, I think it's worth pointing out that it's a Boys' Life story. Because that's the expectation that Harusono-sensei intended for readers to have.

Does that then exclude Sasaki to Miyano from the BL genre? Not necessarily. Partly because I think that Harusono-sensei is half lying about the "not a BL" thing. More about that in part two, where I explore what I think Harusono-sensei intended with calling Sasaki to Miyano a Boys' Life story, NOT a BL.

But I did mention that the author might not be the most reliable source of what genre the work is. So I probably should try to answer the question instead of just making it more complicated.

If you try to rationally figure out the answer instead of just going by "I know it when I see it," there are a couple of different ways to do it.

One way of thinking about genre is that it's a collection of common traits that might occur in a genre. It might common character types (e.g. badboy uke), common tropes (e.g. kabedon), common plot developments (e.g. misunderstandings), etc. etc. Some are more critical than others. If there is no romance between two boys then it is categorically not BL.

Another is seeing genre as there being an imaginary story that perfectly exemplifies a genre. Whether or not a story is a part of that genre depends on how close it is to that ideal genre story.

These are just some examples, but the problem is that there isn't really a clear cut answer no matter how you try to figure out a genre. A lot is up to personal interpretation. Plus genre keeps changing. Each new story that is widely accepted as a part of that genre broadens what the genre can be.

Plus the simple fact that no one can read every story that may or may not be a part of a specific genre. I tend to avoid dark stories and have gotten less and less tolerant towards non-consent with age. So there are parts of the BL genre that I don't really engage with. Which then affects how I view the genre.

As I see it, the more you read a genre, the better your understanding of it is. And everyone who are avid readers of a genre will have similar but slightly different understandings of the genre.

Trying to figure out what genre Sasaki to Miyano is the rational way is way more work than I am willing to do. And realistically, kinda impossible. So I'll just give my two cents as someone who has read a lot of BL.

Sasaki to Miyano is partly BL. Which probably sounds like a cop-out answer, but I do mean it. While wholesome, it works a lot more on real world logic than BL logic and also focuses on things outside of Sasaki and Miyano's relationship. But the focus on the romantic aspect of Sasaki and Miyano's relationship, dealing with some of the same themes as BL, and the importance of the BL genre on the story can't be ignored either. So I consider it a fusion of BL and slice-of-life.

But if you read a lot of BL and have a different take? Then it's just as valid as mine.

[gomzdrawfr]

thoughts

[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

I'm so glad to have found a blog that writes for twst and does male pronouns. Such good writing too! I'm not gonna lie, I have it bad for Jamil. I love his character. He's so smart and has such a pretty design! If it's okay, could you possibly do something nsfw where he's trying to calm an overbloting mc? The idea of mc trying to be loving and gentle with Jamil while trying to fight off the blot and all the stress that Crowley puts on them just gives me such bad brainrot. I love the idea that Jamil sees them trying to be careful with him even in such a state causes him to realize that he is loved and not seen as just some servant. Regardless, thank you for giving the fandom such good content.

Blot Poisoning

So this didn't really become NSFW is anything it was the tinest bit suggestive and I apologize. If you want to send this again for some gentle monsterfucking feel free.

Read tags for TWS! it is a little dark

Blot poisoning. It threatened to swallow you whole as it coursed through your veins. Veins, now a nightmare black and protruded out of your skin, making deep-dark patterns that spread across your arms and body. How could you even get this? The question in the back of your head died as another pulsing migraine came on. 

Your head throbbed as you held it- now sharpened talons that were once normal nails threatening to dig into your skull. Intrusive thoughts that weren't your own whispered and groaned in a cacophony of harsh sounds. This blot felt like a sentient virus threatening to hollow out your body to puppeteer you.

Kill them. They have nothing but hurt you. They tried to kill you. I am just trying to protect you, can't you see? They've done nothing for us! All they do is use us. They will hurt you again! I can't let that happen. They're going to kill us! Please!

Paranoid delusions and violent answers slurred with the sounds of groaning, creaking, crackling, and scratching ate at you. In a way, they were right. You didn't matter. That is why you were the errand-runner. Easily replaceable. Without a family to mourn you and sue the school or true friends that genuinely didn't care you never had a leg to stand on and defend yourself with. 

Basic needs like shelter, water, and food can be stripped away the second you weren't useful. Your value was never within you but rather what you can do for everyone else. No one else gives a damn either. All you've gotten were judgmental stares and sneers. 

Everyone that knew your situation didn't bother to help. They didn't bother to offer you even the scraps of their food, or bandage for your wounds. You never even got a damned 'Hey how are you?' Even your close friends with the freshmen make fun of you for doing favors so easily, completely ignorant to the true extent of your reasons and suffering. You've been crying out for help ever since you got here and everyone misconstrues your cries for an orchestra of entertainment. You are in a world that isn't your own and suffocates you.

Your body felt numb. There was bile threatening to rise up your throat as you moved your hands from your head to your arms, digging them in and letting out a shriek of anguish and frustration. The monster inside you beckoned and comforted, trying to get you to listen. You want to go home. You want to die.

A knock at the door is mistaken for pounding in your head before it is opened. The Scarabian Vice-Housewarden strolls in. You haven't even noticed during your episode someone else was there. "Yuu– are you…" 

The voice trails off, making you turn around to see him. Him. Jamil Viper. It was a rough start, a very very rough start but just somehow, somehow your pathetic self managed to make friends with him after everything. Somehow you managed to get close to him. Perhaps it was the way he would offer you a meal or wouldn't immediately question you when you take on yet another errand. 

Just basic acts of kindness melted your brain and made you pathetically attached. You craved just the smallest ounce of kindness and grasped desperately for a warm hand. You must have looked so desperate to him, but deep inside after hearing his story, you know how desperate he must be too for the same thing. Misery loves company, perhaps not so much for Jamil. So desperate for a bit of validation you fell in love with someone that shows basic kindness. The feeling seemed mutual with how you both started dating…. A while later to say the least.

You didn't even realize you were staring at him magically, you must look insane to him. Jamil was frozen stiff, shocked expression turning into a forced calm. He recognized the signs of an overblot– hell, he's done it himself, but this looked different.

Your eyes were sunken and glowing, your body looked like it was gonna cave in, and there were all sorts of scratches across your body. The energy around you was menacing and the way your pupils dilated was feral. This was beyond an overblot.

"Yuu… calm down," Jamil took a few careful steps toward you avoiding direct eye contact and trying to seem non-threatening. "I'm not gonna hurt you…" "Jamil, what's wrong with me?" Your voice seemed faint like it was going out. "..." 

He carefully reached out a hand towards your arm, flipping it to see the extent of the damage. The blot was in your system, your veins. His stomach churned at the sight of tangled and visible black veins, pumping poison. Through your body. "Stay here, I'll go get you help." "No, wait! I... I'm afraid to be alone with myself! Please don't leave me! I-i don't know what to do! This thing won't stop until I or the people around me are dead!" 

Jamil closed his eyes. He took out his phone and texted for help, informing your group of friends about your situation. From there it was time to soothe, and step through your blot.

****

It has been a week. Most of the poison has been flushed out of your system. Chances are this will stay within you for quite some time, the doctor said. 'It was festering for a while, you have a lot of self-control to have not given in' they said. You shut yourself off from visitors. You didn't feel like dealing with Crowley or seeing anyone right now. Even now you looked over at your nearly broken phone, cracked screen flashing every minute or so with people asking if you were okay for once in your life.

You needed to see Jamil. That wasn't very cool of you at all to let him see you like. To put your life in his hands. You wanted to apologize, maybe even break things off with him. Your body was fine, and the doctors even encouraged you to go out for a walk when you felt safe.

Informing them of your walk during the evening, they gave you a pass and you slipped out in your hospital gown and pajama pants. Your grippy socks made sticky noises as you walked off to the hall of mirrors.

So far, undetected. Not many students were out, and the ones who were simply didn't care. Scarabia was surprisingly scarce for once. You assume Kalim knew it would be inappropriate to throw a party after hearing about what his friend went through. 

Jamil's door was right in front of you. You knocked softly and stood there for a few moments. What do you do? You scratched at your head for a moment before the door opened in front of you. Your lover stood there, completely shell-shocked for a moment. You used that as an opportunity to slip in and shut the door, not wanting anyone to be seen.

Now you both stood there. Jamil gawked at you and you looked nervously at him before the words came to you. "I wanted to apologize for all of that… I didn't- I mean— I'm sorry. You shouldn't have had to deal with that, no one should have. I should have just dealt with it on my own. If you want to break up I under-" "Y-you fool."

Jamil's voice shook and he held onto you tightly, allowing tears to roll down his face. "Do you know how worried I was?! You were taken away for a week with no answer to if you were okay or not– knowing you were suffering like that for so long??" Jamil's voice grew hoarse.

"Then having to realize just everything that you've done." Jamil pulled away, holding your face in his hands. "I was scared I was going to lose you because I realized something. You saved my life too. You saved so many lives from so many overblots, you're just— and I" Jamil trails off again, and you hug him close to you. 

"I'm sorry for never checking on you. You seemed so strong and I was… weak. I didn't know you needed me and I thought you were okay, and I was wrong but I realize that now. I went in to check on you and I was almost too late…" Jamil shakily pushed you away and regained his composure, his eyes were clothes as he stood there, controlling his breathing. After what felt like minutes he opened his eyes and look at you.

"I... I didn't mean to…" You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him close just standing there for a few moments. "I missed you," your voice a whisper and you squeezed onto him. It took a moment before Jamil returned the hug. "You… ugh.."

"Just don't ever do that again…" Jamil muttered. You spend the rest of the night in each other's embrace, catching up with each other, memorizing each other's bodies, and locking lips. The blot was still in your system and you can feel it coursing through you once again, inky tentacles under your skin threatening to burst out of your back…

But perhaps you'll save that for another night when you get used to your new abilities along with these new urges. You still had much to use after all. Claws, a long tongue, some fangs. Perhaps this poisoning wasn't so bad…

[zabiume]

honestly, though, given how much kazui already knows about the shinigami world and hollows and practically everything, i'm more inclined to believe ichigo's inevitable character arc post-one-shot might be: did we tell him too much? people say kazui is "eerie" because he remains calm and even joyful in the face of all these world-shaking things, but considering the fact that he already knows a lot about this world, of course he'd be calm! maybe too calm, maybe involved in things that scares ichigo because he knows all about how easily kids grow up and move onto things beyond their father's realm of control

[thestarkerisobvious]

Wanna read a REALLY dark

Tony/Peter/Quentin fic?

“We are just alike, Peter,” Quentin continued, holding Peter’s arm behind his back and using his free hand to old Peter’s fingers outstretched, forcing the hand to stay open as he rutted against it.  “You’re selfish , like me.  Too selfish to help Tony when he needed you most.  And now he’s dead, all because you were too damn selfish to intervene.”  

“That’s not true, I didn’t have any time,” Peter argued, desperately trying to pull his hand away.  Quentin was rock-hard and grinding against his palm.  And now, oh god now Quentin’s trousers were around his knees…

“You lie,” the man was growling as he pulled his trousers down with his free hand.  “Your senses made everything move in slow-motion.  You saw it coming.  You saw him flip the stones into his gauntlet while Thanos was distracted by Captain Marvel.  You had plenty of time…”

He held Peter’s hand open again and leaned into it.  Peter cringed as he felt Quentin’s bare phallus press against his palm again and again.  There was a wetness now, and Peter did not want to think about where it came from.  The real Quentin was moaning, his head thrown back, relishing the sensation.  But the voice – that accusing voice – continued from overhead.

“…you could have taken the gauntlet from him.  You could have made the snap yourself.  But you didn’t.  You let him make the play, knowing he could never survive the play.  But you let him do it.  You let him die.”

Peter moaned and tried to hide his face against the floor.  He was beyond fighting.  Quentin sensed it and wrapped Peter’s limp fingers completely around his cock, moaning as he worked their hands together.

“Selfish,” he gasped breathlessly as he pulled away.  “Just like me.”

[wanderingcas]

me as i planned out this fic: this'll be a reaaaal big slowburn. they probably won't kiss until 100k words. tops.

dean and cas: makes out and rips clothes off each other at 45k words

me:

me: okay then

[tirsynni]

Last bit of Hyrule Warriors Link angst before I resume spreading the wealth to other characters:

At the end of the game, the portals are closed and every other Hero and hero Link fought with is gone. Those who knew Heroes as people, those who understood what he went through. Family and friends who had returned to the past and who Link knew were now dead in his time.

That had to be lonely as hell. That had to be horrifying as hell, especially watching the young Hero of Time walk away. OW.

[randomnameless]

Which is stupider, Brave!Lysithea agreeing with Supreme Leader and thinking that getting rid of crests will automatically cause the concept of people with more power over society than others to disappear, or Brave!Marianne idolizing Momo despite presumably knowing full well how much of a monster he was?

B!Lys without a doubt !

B!Lys thinking crusts makes people nobles erases Judith, Holst and hell, even Marianne herself from Fodlan (Marianne is a noble because she was adopted by Edmund, not because she has a crest, hell, her crest is hidden!!).

B!Marianna can sort of exist in the post VW limbo where it is probable that post VW Claude never said a thing about the origins of the Relics and the identity of the Elites to his classmates (just as it is probably he told them, the game doesn't want you to think about those pesky "issues") - but B!Lys exists in a verse where she ignores members of her own faction so...

I wouldn't say it's stupid per se anon, but it's a case of FEH completely ignoring events from the games to create characters (re : Ayra training A!Mareeta) with the Fodlan speciality : the vast majority of the FE16 characters (not their Nopes versions!) cannot have definite personality traits or connect two dots, because if the stars align a certain way, they can join Supreme Leader/ditch their country/family/friends for Billy's pretty eyes. Unlike the Lord who are from their, well, canon versions, B!Lys cannot say Supreme Leader's "reasoning" is nonsensical, because Lys can join Supreme Leader, let it be for Billy's pretty eyes, or because she is the only unit in the game to be able to look at her city being invaded and her friends having been massacred, and choose to side with the invaders to save her life (tfw Lys adopts more willingly the Almyran POV than Hilda, who rejects it in CF and dies fighting to protect her leader/friend).