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fuckyeahisawthat · 1 day ago

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The Old Guard 2 story structure thoughts under the cut. I'm going to write a separate post about the action sequences because I have more specific things to say about what the first film did well and where I think TOG2 missed the mark.

Yeah, I thought a lot of the new lore was dumb as hell; it raised more questions than it answered and some of the retcons (the birthmark jfc) were very silly. And Discord and Tuah were about as shoe-horned in as I was expecting. (Remember back when many of us assumed Quỳnh would be the main antagonist of TOG2? It seems likely to me that there was pressure to add another A list star to the cast, and I would guess that once Uma Thurman was on board, the whole story bent a bit around her despite her character being...not much of anything at all. Call this the Chris-Hemsworth-in-Furiosa problem if you will.)

But many of these elements could have worked with a stronger script that gave more conscious thought to what it was trying to say in terms of character arcs and themes. The poor writing is most egregious with Nile, because she was a co-protagonist of the first film, and Gina Prince-Bythewood pushed hard to have her journey be central to the film. But really no one had much of a character arc to speak of, so it's not even like Nile's screentime was sacrificed in order to develop another character better. It was just...not there.

(I know I am always the person saying movies are too long, but I really think about 20 minutes is missing from the second act of TOG2. The movie is a skimpy 1:38 without credits. The ending action sequence is very long...but not egregiously longer than the ending of TOG1, which flows beautifully. But there should have been at least one and maybe two more sequences in the second act, which would have made room for so much more character development.)

Even accepting that all the stuff I thought was kinda stupid still had to be in there, it's not that hard to imagine how arranging the story a little bit differently would have made it stronger.

Nile's arc in the first film was about coming to accept her place in this family of immortal warriors--realizing that she was Different, that there was no going back to her old life, and accepting that using her immortality for good sometimes includes doing violence to protect the people she cares about. Nile is the newbie, but it's already implied that she is worthy of being Andy's successor as leader of the team ("next time, you go first.") Throughout TOG1 she is shown to be Andy's equal in determination, stubbornness and bravery, if not in years of experience. Andy is an ancient warrior but Nile was an active-duty member of a modern military; she has first-hand knowledge of how war is organized in the 21st century. She is the perfect person to bridge the transition between past and future.

Andy's arc in TOG1 was about finding her purpose again. At the end of that arc, she becomes mortal, but she has already decided that she wants to keep fighting, setting up a great set of stakes that should have been explored further in a sequel.

In the final fight of TOG1, we know Andy is mortal. She goes into the fight already wounded and bleeding, and we're worried for her the whole time. We see her awareness of her mortality and her decision to push through moments of fear around it to protect her family. We also see the whole team--following Nile's cue--adjust tactics to protect her without ever explicitly talking about it, including taking turns to shield her with their own bodies. It's a beautiful piece of action storytelling.

But throughout the fights in TOG2, Andy's mortality rarely felt like a real danger. We were reminded of it in the laziest way possible--a line of dialogue saying something both characters would already know--but we weren't shown it in the action choreography. In the opening fight she is paired with Copley, the only other mortal person on the team! What's the point of having a bunch of immortal battle buddies if one of them isn't there to be a human shield for you when necessary? (Yeah, Nile looked good af in that boat, but Nile and Copley's positions should have been swapped.)

Given where TOG1 left off, in a sequel, Nile's arc should have been about moving from being the new kid on the team to being a leader. And Andy's arc should have been about confronting the limits her mortality now places on her, and maybe coming to accept that she cannot always be at the front anymore, and that her role in training Nile to some day take her place is purpose enough for her. And then after she accepts that...she becomes immortal again and has to reevaluate everything once more.

If we follow these general arcs, then the first fight sequence should probably have been: Nile is leading the team, but she's not an expert at it yet. Andy is trying to hold back and let the others protect her, but she's not good at that yet either. At some point, Nile makes a mistake or a wrong call, and Andy has to step in and brute-force a solution, reminding us of her unparalleled skill as a fighter, but putting herself at risk in a way that makes everyone else on the team nervous. It turns out fine! But she could very easily have been killed or seriously wounded.

No one is happy about this state of affairs. Nile feels like she's not ready and Andy feels like she's being babied.

In this version of events, I think Andy would go to try to meet up with Quỳnh alone, over the objections of the rest of the team, maybe even sneaking away without telling them. Andy and Quỳnh's reunion is one of the strongest parts of the film, and as much as I like Nile being stubborn about going with Andy, having Nile and Discord in there at the same time ends up being a distraction from the very impactful stuff that's going on between Andy and Quỳnh. Maybe it takes Andy longer to find Quỳnh and the beautiful walk-through-time long take becomes a whole sequence of Andy looking for Quỳnh in their old haunts and remembering the time they spent there.

The whole thing with Nile being able to take away others' immortality could have been done in an interesting way, but they made the wrong narrative choices with it at pretty much every turn.

If you want to do this plotline in a way that gives Nile agency, then I think the solution is that Nile learns this information first, and alone, from Discord. This information needed to be set up way earlier in the story, at least by the beginning of the second act.

Then, back with the team, Nile brings up what Discord said, and here you could have the blah blah "there are legends" stuff etc. But also who knows, this could be bullshit, we don't even really know what Discord's motivations are at this point. Why are we gonna believe some rando who just popped up yesterday claiming she's the oldest immortal?

We could watch the characters work through the same questions and skepticism that we the audience have. What about Lykon? Why did the stab wound Nile gave Andy seem to heal, and it's only later that Andy noticed something has changed? Had Nile not even once nicked Joe or Nicky in six months of training together? (They realize she hasn't; she is pretty new to bladed weapons so they have mostly been training with dummy swords.) These conversations would still be exposition-heavy and you might not totally be able to avoid the Wise Asian Exposition Man problem that Tuah presents, but they could also function as character moments, the way the dinner scene at the Charlie safehouse does.

If Booker is there, he's the one who's like, well there is an easy way to test this out, and volunteers to have Nile wound him. Which she refuses. Maybe this is bullshit, but she's rattled enough that she doesn't want to risk it, and she's not about to reinforce Booker's own sense that he's expendable.

Crucially, Andy is not there during this time and they agree not to tell her anything for now since it's just a theory.

Then, the theorizing gets interrupted by Plot Things, and they have to go off and do some action. Andy isn't there and they all agree that Nile should be the one leading the team. We get space for all her feelings about all of them unhesitatingly trusting her to lead them when she's still not sure she's ready for that and also whether she's immortal kryptonite or not. Maybe they trust Booker enough to come with them; maybe they don't yet and there are feelings about that either way. Tuah could also be there I guess. (If they were going to put Tuah into the final fight I would have loved to see him do...anything distinctive at all. Tuah and Quỳnh having distinct fighting styles favoring different East Asian martial arts and weapons would have been cool as hell!) Or maybe Tuah and Booker are back at the safehouse waiting for Andy and that's where we get the piece of information that immortality can be transferred, setting up that possibility but still making it something only Booker and Tuah know about.

During this mission Nile has another chance to make a crucial call and she gets it right this time; maybe it's a trap and they have to abort whatever they were trying to do but she successfully extracts everyone safely. She saved them all. Their trust in her was not misplaced. Meanwhile, Andy comes back without Quỳnh; Booker and Andy could still have the conversation they do about expiration dates.

Then, the third act. Nile in the lead, confident in her command this time. All of them fighting together, side by side as a team. (God I hated that the choreography of the final fight split them up so much.) Including Booker, who betrayed them. Including Nile, who might kill them all. Including Andy, who's mortal.

They are trying their best to protect Andy. But during the fight she is mortally wounded, and that's when Booker gives up his immortality. He probably does it in much the same way--making Nile cut him "accidentally", and then fighting his way to where Andy is pinned down, wounded, and getting seriously injured himself in the process. So now Andy is healing and Booker is dying, and Andy still doesn't understand why, but Booker gets to die surrounded by his family instead of alone in a hallway at a moment that's not even a turning point in the battle. I'm sure many people still would have hated this plotline on the basis of "suicidal person ends up dying anyway, just finds a way to make it a Noble Sacrifice," and I understand why that leaves a bad taste in a lot of people's mouths. But I do think this is consistent with Booker's characterization. He would have traded his immortality to save his dying son if he could, but he couldn't, and that haunts him. So giving it to Andy still makes his arc a tragic one instead of one about healing and moving past self-loathing and survivor's guilt. But I think it would have felt more narratively earned this way. Booker is the first immortal we know to have died since Lykon! It's a big deal! Ending the movie with the rest of his family not even knowing it happened feels weird and bad!

And then...yeah. There are ways to do an open ending of a middle part of a trilogy where characters in an ensemble are split up that still feel emotionally satisfying. (The Two Towers and The Empire Strikes Back both do this very well.) There are ways to do a last-minute twist ending that also work well. (See: TOG1.) But the end of TOG2 did neither of these, and while I felt like the Andy and Quỳnh part of the story did leave off in a satisfying place, the rest of it was a bit like...wait. That's it??

So I think there could have been a good (or at least...better) movie in there, even burdened with a bunch of elements that wouldn't have been my choice for a sequel. But unfortunately that wasn't what ended up on screen.

#tog #the old guard #tog 2 #spoilers #tog 2 spoilers #story structure #nile freeman #andromache the scythian

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georgestabbedalot · 1 day ago

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Arthur Morgan - Relationship headcanons

After this I’ll slow down my posting to about once or twice a week. I’ll still post random stuff but my actual works will slow down. I was just so excited about starting a new blog that I wanted to get a couple posts up.

⦾ Arthur loves to spend his money on you. If you're out in town and you see a shirt you like, he'll go back the next day and buy it to surprise you.

⦾ He hates it when you're injured. If you've been hurt on a job then he'll hover and fuss over you until you're healed again. He'll wait on you hand and foot; you need a drink, he's got it, you want to walk around camp, he's holding you up and walking around with you [regardless of if you need him to or not].

You let him do it though. He's not hurting anyone and it makes him happy, so whatever. It can get a bit annoying at times but it's sweet to watch him fuss over you like a mother hen, so you put up with it.

⦾ He likes to take ten minutes or so every night to talk about your days. From the bath girl interactions, it honestly sounds like he just wants someone to talk to and you're great at that.

He thinks to himself like, 'She's so beautiful, smart, brave and she listens to what I have to say? What the hell? Such a good listener!'

Despite seeming like a hardened, gruff outlaw, he is honestly such a yapper. When he talks about his day, he'll go off on multiple tangents.

"This man was literally talking to a tree! I know crazy, it reminds me of the time I saw someone dressed in a wolf's skin and walking around like a wolf, and good lord, I remember now, he was naked! That reminds me of the time Kieran and I went fishing and someone was naked in the lake. Did I tell you about that huge fish I caught when we went fishing? No, well let me tell you..."

He literally never shuts up but, you love him <3

⦾ He has about a billion nicknames for you.

'Peach, darlin', sweetheart, doll, honey, sweetness.'

He can't decide on just one to call you so he has a bunch of them.

⦾ He likes to give you things he's found on his jobs/adventures.

Every time he comes back from a mission, he's got a pretty flower that he found, or a nice necklace that he robbed found.

He likes to see your face light up when he gives you these little presents.

⦾ He loves to cuddle at night. He likes being able to hold you tight, while your fingernails lightly run against his scalp. Even if it's boiling hot and you're both sweating like pigs, he still loves to get close to you and fall asleep to your heartbeat <3

He also loves being a little spoon, don't try and deny it.

⦾ Dates are pretty few and far between for you and Arthur but when you do go on a date, be prepared to be ROMANCED!!

Before you go out on a date, he'll have a bath and shave his beard, style his hair and wear his nicest clothes. He wants to look nice for you </3

He'll take you to a real fancy restaurant and buy the most expensive wine and the nicest meal for you both. He buys one of the roses that people come around with and present it to you with an over-dramatic flourish.

"Here, my lady." 🌹☺

⦾ Honestly, he adores you and has a hard time actually telling you so he tries his best to show you how much you mean to him by doing extravagant things so that, hopefully, you know how much you mean to him.

You practically changed his life just by being you and loving him, so he wants to spoil you.

#arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan fluff #arthur morgan fluff headcanons #arthur morgan headcanons #rdr2 #red dead redemption #fluff #my headcanons

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krispdreemurr · 2 days ago

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what are your thoughts on carol not as a character writing-wise but like as a person. she's kinda the character i feel most conflicted abt bcs on one hand the one type of character i will always be harshest on is a parent. something about seeing a kid (inherently a powerless position) be harmed in even of the tiniest of ways pisses me off (nothing to read into there, we all had amazing childhoods right?). so the initial reaction is to hate hate HATE carol.

but then. every little detail points to her caring sooo much about her kids and just. sucking at conveying it to them (or not even!! it's hard to gauge noelle's opinion of her overall based on one scene where carol was upset!!). the fact that dess has a million things in their room that carol would be paying for. the snowflakes at carol's office. the fact that it was clear that kris felt welcomed and safe at the holiday home.

and those are just the little things! obviously if dessknight it true, and carol's helping-- that's an INSANELY large commitment!

but also. it's so hard to keep any of that in mind when watching a single, potent scene. of noelle scared of upsetting her. argh. i'm usually a nuance enjoyer but carol just feels so hard to process.

sorry if this comes off more as an annoying rant as opposed to an actual discussion question. she's just a really interesting character writing wise, but like. where she is morally feels so hard to judge. she doesn't feel grey. it feels like with parents, because there's such a vulnerable person relying on them, there's a really strong instinct to view them as either completely evil or completely kind. or again maybe i'm projecting sorry

here's the thing for me. i can buy a situation where she reconciles with Noelle and maybe even with Dess, where she learns that her idea of love as preservation is fucked up, where she comes to care for them again. her love for her family and her children is genuine and real, and under many circumstances it could resolve into something kinder.

but there's another kid in this situation.

(slightly heavy stuff behind read more)

if you think she's in on the knight loop, and especially if you think she's the phone voice (which i do for now), she has been watching Kris destroy themself to get Dess back for years. she knows they have sacrificed their autonomy, she's probably watched them sink into depression, she's asking them to help with kidnapping people for vaguely specified sacrifices, there's a fair chance that she knows Kris expects to die at the end and she's still having them do this. the first time Kris even considers acting selfishly she's on the phone in seconds reminding them that they made this promise that they're locked into.

and it's not that it doesn't make sense. they were as desperate as her to get dess back, they offered everything they had, they have connections to the prophecy and abilities she just doesn't have. everything she's asked for they've agreed to without even complaining. they're on the same team, her knowledge and their nature working in tandem. she may not even be fully aware of how she's been breaking them; she's just the steady hand guiding them both to what they want, helping them return to the path when they falter. they both carry guilt, and they'll both fix it, and kris is as willing to sacrifice as her.

but fundamentally, she is the adult and the one with power and the one who should have realized a long, long time ago that asking this of Kris was terrible.

and so I think that even if Dess comes home, even if Carol realizes the mistakes she made with her daughters, even if everything is reconciled - once Noelle looks at the tired, empty thing that she watched Kris become over the years and understands what made them that way... once she knows that Carol was drawing away from her to set up this web of lies that she was excluded from to try to fix her family by sacrificing her friend... once she hears Carol claim it was all for her while she's remembering hours spent outside the gate and Kris not even helping her any more... she will not forgive Carol.

#deltarune spoilers #ch4 #i think she is a complex and nuanced character who has crossed a moral line that i can't see a way back from #child abuse implied sort of?

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jackrabbit-fandom · 18 hours ago

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Lets do jinu next!

I'll do platonic and romantic, just like bobbys cause i think its nice to have both.

Gn reader but mentions of feminine things.

Platonic:

- in a more platonic setting, i feel like he'd act somewhat like a big brother? Weve seen hes alot more caring then he fully likes to show

- goofy fucker, pulls harmless little pranks like holding something over your head if your shorter then him, he'll sometimes pick on you if he thinks the outfit you have is a bit goofy (choo choo)

- i feel like if you asked for a hug, he'd be so awkward? It's just an awkward side hug, but at the same time, they'd feel so nice....

- though if you're more upset about something, you get an actual hug, hed pull you into his chest, and hug you tightly, trying to help

- somewhat a good listener, not the best at giving advice or comforting, though ( "...there there" *awkward shoulder pat*) though it somewhat depends on the situation

- in the "hes a bit like a big brother" situation, i feel like he'd feel so guilty about the little sister he left behind and be so protective and careing towards you.

- hes a old man. He's 400 years old and probably has no freaking clue what a period is, so you'd probably have to explain it to him. Hed tries his best, though

- like i said, bro is old. He probably had quite a few culture shocks, but i dont see him being like a jerk about them? "What's trans? Oh, so you were this, but you're this now? Alright" stuff like that. Hed probably be shocked to see a woman in pants tbh. Though....hed probably be shocked by all modern clothes at first.

- he probably did like a ton of research before starting the saja boys, let's be honest here, watch bts/txt/stray kids/etc videos to figure out how this kpop thing works

- an extra, just cause. I dont think demons normally remember their names if they were originally humans. The only reason i think jinu remembers his' because it's one of the last things he heard his sister say. Enjoy that

Romantic:

- hes a dork, we saw that, massive loser. He tries so hard to be cool and smooth, but he just can't (*leans on a door frame* hi- *immediately falls*) he tries his best thought and thats what counts right?

- He does get quite a bit better the longer you're together though, hes very observant, so he memories what you like and dont like. It probably took him a while, but he even learned to tell when you're upset, too, and can immediately start trying to cheer you up.

- weather hes cut off from gwi-ma or not, he still probably has so much guilt over his mother and sister, i can imagine him having days where he's just spacing out and staring into space. He tries to keep it to himself, but its always nice to have a shoulder to lean on ya know?

- Hed probably comes to you when he's working on songs. "How's this sound? What beat do you think would fit here?" That kinda stuff. I imagine he writes most of the songs. In an au where he and the boys (let me be delusional that they aint dead) are cut off from gwi-ma, i imagine they are still a little band and pretend everything was some stunt

- .....hed probably get annoyed at mainly romance and abby. Kmowing them, they'd think its funny to flirt with you to tick him off, hey thats what you get for making them use 'stupid' names. Baby would probably do it too for this same reason

- i don't see him as being super jealous, possessiveness comes with being a demon, though. Hes just really good at hiding it, later on though hes nkt leaving you alone, holding your hand or just being clingy

- speaking of, the guy is severely touched starved, please hold him he may cry but its fine- i think he prefers laying his head on your chest to hear your heart beat

- i don't really think demons sleep, but they can be in a sleep like state? It helps them rest, but their still fully aware. So sometimes he'll just watch you sleep instead, hopefully in a non creepy way but waking up to his glowing eyes is probably horrifying.

That's all for now. If you want more/ spacific ones, let me know, and I'll give them! (This goes for bobby, too)

#kpop demon hunters #kpdh #kdh #jinu #jinu kpdh #jinu kpd #jinu kpop demon hunters #jinu x reader #kpdh jinu x reader #kdh jinu x reader #saja boys #saja boys x reader #jinu saja boys #jinu saja x reader

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dodgeballstuckonthegymceiling · 3 days ago

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Idea. For one adventure tha TADC members have to rob a bank and the reader is somehow very educated in this type of thing. When asked the reader admits that they were a known and wanted criminal which can freak them out

The reader adventured banks.

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Career criminal Reader

★ You weren't looking for any trouble. Just an easy score. The C&A building was abandoned years ago. But everything inside looked untouched. Surely there was something valuable? Then you found that damned headset.

★ Your new body? It's a raccoon. Obviously. Or some other theft associated animal. The grabby little hands and mask-like fur pattern suits you perfectly. Not to mention how everything fits in your pockets. You could fit a sofa in there if you tried.

★ These days, the most you can do is yoink stuff from Caine's adventures. Thinking that they won't remember. Robbing NPCs without guilt. Imagine Caine re-using the same NPC and, somehow, they recognize you as someone who stole their wallet.Twice.

★ In the McDonald's adventure, you spent the whole time trying to steal from the register. Stressing Gangle out in the process. You got $0.00 and a nice new pair of handcuffs. Plus you got to leave early! So, really, you were the one who won.

★ Robbery wasn't your favorite. It's nerve wracking and hard to pull off. Planning it was the worst part. But when rent was due and your stomach was empty, you would do it. Just to keep your head above water. You hated that the most.

★ One day, Caine decided to have a "bank robbery adventure." It was actually pretty fun doing a robbery without the stakes. But did Caine really think handing you a gun was a good idea? Either way, you're suspiciously good at this.

★ Caine gave you a lockpicking set for enrichment. Complete with a practice lock that was copied from Jax's door. The rabbit had... Opinions about that. "Are you f*****g kidding me?!?"

★ Ragatha once joked about turning you in. Little did she know, you have warrants out for your arrest. Warrants as in plural. Good news is, you can't be arrested while stuck in a digital hell! Bad news is you're stuck in a digital hell.

“Used the ‘wrong’ bathroom.” Zooble said. Annoyed look in their eyes. "Got banned..."

Nodding gently, you speak "Yea. I got banned from Walmart."

You paused for a moment. Thinking over what you're about to say. "But it was for a good reason." The statement gaining you Zoobles full attention.

"I just… took things. Food mostly. Couldn’t afford not to. The job I had paid, like, six bucks an hour. Overtime didn't help.” Explaining the situation causally. Like it was something everybody did.

"Only got caught once"

Zooble turns to you.

“Huh.”

That makes a lot of sense.

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angels-hideaway · 2 days ago

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hello!! Thank you so much for your works, I adore your fics!! I’m absolutely in love with ghost! and vampire!Caitlyn <3 the story in vamp!Cait is actually so intriguing and interesting to read, I binged all three parts in a row when I stumbled upon your blog!!

Since your requests are opened, what about something with werewolf!Vi? Anything is good, but I REALLY crave some angst for some reason. What about reader helping Vi prepare for/helping her during transformation? Finding damaged Vi after a full moon and helping her heal? Headcanons? Literally ANYTHING I love both Vi and the way you write monster!characters🙏🙏

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some short stories featuring werewolf!Vi x fem!reader

a/n: my first request done! This is sort of testing my angst skills because I’m not sure if it’s something I’m good at writing. The angst story is Growing Pains. Hopefully you enjoy it! Thank you anon🤍

C/w: violence? Not really. Blood, scratching biting, stuff like that. Smut at the end I couldn’t help it.

w/c- 3.4k

moon divider by @sisterlucifergraphics

First Meeting

Walking home alone was always scary. You worked late hours, and got out at eleven pm. If you didn’t need the job so badly, you would have quit by now. You sped past a group of creepy looking men and veered into an alleyway. It was a shortcut to your apartment. Not the best option, but the streets were almost empty anyways. You could hear the sound of liquid splashing as you stepped in puddles of water, oil, or whatever other mysterious liquids it could be.

Your steps slowed when you saw a stray dog sleeping in the alley. The poor thing is shivering. Feeling kind, you lifted the dog, which was a pretty rust color, and bought it home. By the time you get home, the dog has woken up. It stays in your arms though. Setting it down, you think about what to do. “Uhm…I don’t have any dog food…Let’s see…” you opened your refrigerator and looked around. “Hey!” The dog jumped up and snatched your last few strips of uncooked bacon, wolfing them down before you could do anything about it. “You little- whatever…you’re lucky you’re cute.”

You set up a makeshift bed next to yours for your new furry friend. You use some towels, an old couch pillow, and a t-shirt as a blanket. “Goodnight…oh. A name. You don’t have a name… hm..” you think on it some while staring at the dog. “Uhm…Ah! What about Rosie? Matches your color perfectly.” You then had a sudden burst of clarity. “You know, I’ve never seen a red dog before…oh well.” Too tired to think that hard, you cover yourself with a blanket and go to sleep.

You can feel the sun warming your cheek, and the light streaming in from the window. Thankfully, you don’t have anything important to do today. You can afford to sleep in a little. Being hugged and held close in bed felt nice. A strong arm against your waist, and the rising and falling of someone else’s chest was really quite soothing.

But you were single. You lived alone.

Screaming in horror, you flew out of the strangers grasp, backing up to the far side of your bed. A completely naked woman was in your bed. Her eyes opened slowly, and two tall ears on the top of her head twitched. “Why’d you move? I was comfortable.” She spoke. You could spot something large moving under your blankets too.

“Who the hell are you!? What are you doing in my bed!?” You tried to sound threatening, and like you weren’t afraid, but even as this stranger was laying down, you could see how strong she was. Her arms were huge. “You don’t remember?” She gets up, cornering you against the backboard. She leans in close, smirking at you like she’s gotten away with something. “I’m Rosie.” What?…

“Rosie? Wait but that’s my dog…” You didn’t understand at all, but who could blame you. You were face to face with a ripped, naked woman who appeared in your bed overnight. Not to mention her tall, dog-like ears, and fluffy tail-

oh.

“There’s no way…I…You can’t be.”

“Oh but I am. And I’m not your dog either.” She has fangs. They’re sharp, and one protrudes from her mouth. “But you were so tiny…Rosie was.”

“I’m not Rosie! Please never call me that again.” She finally pulls away from you. “My names Vi. Thanks for uh…picking me up I guess.” You were still extremely thrown off. “Uhm…you’re welcome.” Vi slips out of bed, exposing herself to you entirely. Her tail rests just above the ground, and her ears stand tall. “What are you?” You ask from sheer bewilderment. “I’m a werewolf. You know, we transform on full moons and go all crazy?”

“A werewolf? You were barely the size of a puppy!”

“That’s because I didn’t eat anything! We all get smaller if we don’t eat. I’m pretty big normally.” She sounds defensive over that. “Okay.”

“Where’s your bathroom?” She sounds more like she’s demanding than asking. “Hey this is my apartment, and you need to leave!”

“Hey I’m not going anywhere.” She replies firmly. “You adopted me right? this is my place now too.” You were about to protest, but when would you get the opportunity to live with someone like this again? Yet again see a woman as attractive in your whole lifetime. “Fine… Just don’t mess anything up.” Vi turns around, and looks rather surprised by your answer. “Actually? Thanks cutie.” You feel yourself short circuit. Her tail is wags a little. “No problem.”

Growing Pains

Vi was spiraling. Tonight wasn’t even a full moon, yet she could still feel the beast inside of her trying to claw its way out. She muffled her groans with her pillow, while her tail thrashed violently. She couldn’t wake you. Especially not for something as stupid as this. Her ears were pressed flat against the back of her head in shame. Vi could feel the seams of the pillow snap as she held it tighter against her face. She felt her fangs bare as she let out a guttural growl into the darkness. The tremors wrecked her body, and her mind. They told her to destroy. They told her to just let go of her inhibitions, and tear everything apart like the monster she was. Werewolves don’t lie in bed snuggling with humans like needy puppies, werewolves ate those humans whole.

As hard as she tried to be quiet, you rose anyway with a sleepy yawn. “Vi? Are you okay?” You shifted closer to her. You knew something was wrong as soon as you laid eyes on her. “No…fuck…” you could barely hear her voice. “Do you need some water? Or maybe I could uhm, fry some bacon if you want meat.” You were new to dating a werewolf. All you knew is that she went through a rutting period and that she transformed under full moons. Maybe eating meat helps her to not get so worked up. You didn’t know for sure, but you had to try something, so you crawled out of bed. “Don’t leave.” Vi huffed, looking at you like you were going to war.

“Aw, it’s okay… I’m just going to try and get something to help you.” You went to her side and leaned down to kiss her forehead. Vi whined when you left the bedroom. The apartment was silent and still. After getting her some pain pills and a glass of water, you were about to go back to the bedroom when you felt hot breath on the back of your neck. When you turned around, you were met with Vi’s crazed stare. She’s not fully turned, but her eyes tell you that your Violet is not in there right now.

“Vi?… hey, I got you some medicine…” She’s breathing hard on your face. “Do you want to go lay down?… Oh Vi.” You feel so helpless. Her pain is foreign to you, and you don’t know how to help her. One of her hairy hands crawls up your cheek. You can only stay still and hope she won’t snap. You’ve been through this before. You have scars from her claws to prove it. Vi always feels guilty after going through spells. When she sees your scars, she breaks down in tears. The Vi in front of you right now is barely keeping herself together. Her claws brush against your face as she leans in closer. You’re frozen in fear. You know what she’s trying to do. The laser focus on your neck tells you. Her position has you caged against the wall, and she’s using her body weight to keep you still. She’s trying to kill you.

She growls softly, and your feel her teeth on your neck. If she bites you too hard even once, you’re dead. The pressure on your neck starts to gradually increase. Vi’s saliva is dripping onto your skin. She’s hungry, and you’re the only human in sight. Like a frightened rabbit, you can’t move. “Vi please..” you plea. Her hands move to your waist, and she holds you still tightly. Her claws start to leave indents in your skin, and one even draws blood. “Vi stop! That hurts!” You beg pathetically. She’s completely dissociated. No one can save you now. When you start to cry, Vi freezes. Before a sob leaves herself. “I’m sorry…” She whimpers. Her arms stop holding you, and instead pull you into a hug. She starts to cry. “I almost killed you… I’m a monster!” This is the most vulnerable you’ve ever seen her. She’s fully broken down. “I don’t deserve you, I don’t deserve anyone! I keep hurting you!” Her tail is drooping and so are her ears. “When I’m not in my right mind I just want to devour you.” Her hands move frantically as she tries to explain herself. “You’re just so kind to me. You’re too good for me… I don’t know why, but when I switch forms my love is always replaced by the urge to just…hurt you.” You’re still crying from the shock of what just happened to you. “You’d taste so sweet. Killing you would be so easy. You’re so delicate…I’m sure of that. You’re tender.” She hugs you tighter. “Fuck… That part of me wants to so badly…”

“Violet…” You call her name. “You should leave me. Before I lose control. If I ever did that to you, I could never forgive myself.”

“I couldn’t leave you! Vi please don’t say that!” She pushes you back against the wall, knocking your breath out of your chest. “Don’t you see what I am!? What I’m doing to you!?” Her teeth are bared, and her ears are flared. When she realizes how hard she pushed you, she falls to her knees. “I’m sorry! Don’t look at me, just go.” You take a moment to gather yourself before you join her on the ground, and hug her. “I know you don’t want to hurt anyone. It’s okay, Vi. I’ll always be here for you.” Despite Vi’s tears, her tail is thumping on the ground. “One day, I might just haul off and do something I’ll regret. I have no control. I’m a monster. You deserve better than a beast like me.”

She’s refusing to be consoled. All you can do is hold her there on the floor. “Take these.” You give her the medicine and water. After she takes it, you kiss her head, which earns her tail a few thumps. “Can you maybe learn to control your urges?” You suggested. “I honestly have no clue. I’ve never encountered someone like me before. Ever. And every quack I’ve been to before didn’t help.”

“Well, I was going to wait to surprise you, but I think we both should talk about it now.” You took her furry hand in yours. “I’ve been saving money, and-”

“No…” Vi groans. “You shouldn’t spend anything on me. Not when you still need that money.”

“It’s fine. I’m doing fine.” You said, ignoring the practically crumbling apartment around you. “ I uhm… found this doctor on the topside. It’s a little expensive, but I’ve only heard good things about him. I already got you an appointment soon…surprise!” You said that last part a little deflated. Vi just looks at you with her lips parted. She hugs you tight and takes in the scent of you. “Why would you do that?..” she sniffles. “Thanks babe…”

Her Very Own Nurse

Morning was peaceful. It was a full moon last night, so Vi decided to leave your apartment for the night. “I might hurt you. Again.” Was her reason. You were sitting at your counter, eating a small breakfast when someone pounded on the door, making you jump out of your seat. When you looked through your peephole, you opened the door immediately. “Vi!” Your girlfriend practically fell into your arms. She looked awful. Her makeup is running down her face, and she’s littered in cuts and bruises. “Oh my god-what- Vi, what happened!?” You manage to get her on your couch, and prop her head up with some pillows. “Vi?” She’s barely conscious. “Ugh…I got into a fight…some drunks tryna hunt me…” She drags one blood stained hand down her face. “It’s okay. Uhm, wait here…” you go back to the kitchen and look around for your first aid kit. You get back to Vi and look her over. There’s a spreading blood stain under the thigh area of her pants. That needs to be tended to. “Excuse me…” You unbuckle her belt, and pull down her pants. She grunts in pain. “Miss me that badly?” She jokes. Her voice is only a weak croak, but at least she’s acting like herself. “Yeah, I guess I did.” Sure enough, she’s injured badly on her thigh. “Sorry…” you murmur as you dip a cotton ball in some alcohol, and dab it on her thigh.

Vi moans loudly in pain. You wince. “Sorry! I have to disinfect it. You can hold my hand if you want.” Vi looked at you like you said something incredibly stupid, but she grabs your hand anyways. You go back to clean her thigh, and she squeezes your hand tightly. Another pained sound comes from her lips. You feel a little flustered just listening to her. You shouldn’t be thinking that way because she’s currently in pain, but it just sounded so lewd. Vi notices your expression and shakes her head. “Seriously?” You press the cotton ball down again, earning a “shit!” From your girlfriend.

“Okay, all done.” You reassured her. As you bandage her thigh, Vi lulls her head to the side and smiles at you. “I really don’t deserve you.” You laugh gently and shake your head. “No, don’t say that…” you lean in and kiss her lips softly. “Would you like some pain meds?” She nods. Her tail sways softly. You get two pills and some water, and bring them to her. Vi’s ears stand at attention as she watches you.

“I’ve been thinking…” Vi starts. That’s never a good way to start a sentence. “About what?” You set the glass down and give Vi the pills, then the water. “I hate being a burden to you. Making you do all this stuff for me. I don’t even want to think about how many time’s I’ve scratched or bit you.” She looks sad. “So, do you really want to stay with me? Don’t just say what I want to hear, be honest.”

“Violet…” you reach out and rub her head. Her ears lower to make space. “Of course I want to stay! I’d never leave you just because it can get hard sometimes… you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” Her tail is wagging faster. She looks a little embarrassed by it. You notice regardless, and giggle at her expense. “You’re just a big puppy. What’s not to love about that?”

In a Rut (smut)

You knew Vi was in her rut when she woke up that morning. You were making a quick breakfast when she wrapped her arms around your waist from behind, and buried her face in the crook off your neck. “Vi?”

“Hm?” You can feel her tongue gently prodding your neck. She likes to lick you during times like this. That usually tells you all you need to know. “I’m sorry, you know I can’t help you. I have work today.” she groans, and her ears flop against her head. “You could afford to be a little late…” she murmurs against the skin of your neck. “I really can’t…today’s important.” Vi held you tighter. She was feverishly warm. “I’m sorry, I really am. I promise I’ll help when I get home.” You assure her as you leave for work.

Vi gets flat out needy if you leave her waiting for too long. When she’s rutting, she’s the most vulnerable person you’ve ever seen. You got home at around five in the evening, after insisting a friend swap shifts with you. You told them it was an “urgent matter with your girlfriend.” Which wasn’t a total lie. Vi is on the couch, ears flat and tail wagging violently. “Vi? I’m home. Are you okay?” She groans, and buries her face into a pillow. “If it’s that bad, I could help now. I don’t have work tomorrow.” Vi perks up at that. “Really? You’re free all day tomorrow?” Her tail gives her excitement away. You nod. “Yes, so go easy on me. We have the entire day.”

Vi carried you to the bedroom without missing a beat. She put you down on the bed and crawled on top of you. “Vi!” You chided as she hastily lifted you shirt, not even bothering to take it off. She tore your bra off to hungrily suck on one breast. She was desperate. You could hear her tail thumping against the mattress, and felt her tall furry ears occasionally brush over your face. Vi’s always extra mouthy during her rut. She’s always licking you or sucking on somewhere. You’ve boiled it down to a possessive thing.

She struggles to take her time with you. You’ve always wondered what it’s like to be so unbearably horny. Vi is making quiet sounds of desperation as she rushes to strip your bottom half. Seeing her like this is enough to turn you on. She doesn’t even take off your panties. She just pushes them aside and starts to lick you feverishly. Your thighs try and shut from just how sudden it is, but Vi doesn’t allow that. Her furry hands hold your legs down, and she continues to lap at you eagerly. It’s messy. She’s not trying to be neat at all. Two fingers enter you hastily, and Vi relishes in the view. “Oh shit… You’re taking it so well Arent’cha?”. You freak out at first, squirming and writhing, but it looks like Vi has trimmed her claws.

Once she thinks she’s done enough, she sits up and removes her fingers. “Sorry about being so aggressive…can’t help it..” she mumbles as she undresses herself. Once her shirt is off, you can’t help but drool at the sight of her. The thin fur on her arms and chest was something you oddly enjoyed. Especially the thicker trail of fur that led to her pussy. She catches you staring and removes her boy shorts with a grin. “Like what you see?” She settles herself on top of you, leaning closer to your face. “You know I do.” You rubbed her head. Vi steals your lips in a kiss, and starts to grind herself on your saliva coated mound. Every moan and whimper you make slips into Vi’s mouth. Her tongue explores every crevice of your mouth, which she already knows so well. Your hands wander up her neck to her head. Once you brush her ears, she starts to move her hips faster. You know they’re sensitive, and you like to take advantage of that. You tease them a little more, rubbing up and down before pinching the tips between your fingers. Vi releases you from the kiss and nestles her head into your neck, whimpering and moaning. You know she’s close when she starts to bite you. It’s a good thing she cut her claws because her fingers are digging into your hips. Her teeth graze your neck in a possessive nibble as she chases both of your releases.

Vi’s whole body shudders when she comes. You can only squirm beneath her as you ride your own high. You can feel her body relax on top of you. Her breathing slows, and her ears twitch slightly. “I love you…thanks for sticking with me. I know I can get difficult.” She says breathily. “Don’t worry about that. I love you too.” Her tail wags sloppily. “It’s so cute when you do that.” Vi looks embarrassed. “I can’t help it.” She rolls you both over so you’re lying on your side, with her in view. “Do you feel better?” Vi nods. “I’ll probably need it again tomorrow… it’s my rut after all…”

“I don’t mind.” You say with a grin. Vi rolls her eyes and feigns annoyance. “You little minx. Of course you don’t mind.” Vi pulls you closer and presses a kiss to your forehead. “I really fucking love you.”

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Estranged Until You [Chapter 3]

Pairing: Oikawa x Fem!Reader (Minors do not interact)

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, accidental pregnancy, swearing

Summary: It’s just a regular morning at the gym, until messy secrets and some awkward family stuff show up out of nowhere.

Word count: 3.8k

The weather was mild, the perfect kind of morning where a soft breeze caressed your shoulders as you held the car door open for your son. It had been a few days since Oikawa had visited, but the disruption he left behind has slowly weaved itself into your routine. If it wasn’t forgetting to charge your phone or picking up your keys, it was leaving the house with your hair half brushed and your buttons fastened in the wrong order.

But today… today, it was your purse.

You remembered placing it on the table, repeating it in your head while helping Hoshi get ready, his excitement bouncing off the walls. But then that stupid ding from a notification completely wiped your memory clean.

‘Would it be ok for me to visit at all this weekend?’

You walked up to the towering gym doors. It had been four years and still, you were surprised every time at just how light they were. They looked heavy, and you still remembered the first day you walked through them, completely sleep deprived and running late, and you’d never forget the sheer embarrassment of nearly knocking Atsumu Miya on his ass. The door flung open with too much force, and he was just stood there, right behind - God knows doing what. The crack of his head was burned into your memory. He still hadn’t let you live it down.

Since then, you’d always opened them with hesitation.

As you stepped inside, you were met with the harsh squeak of trainers against the hard wood floor. At the center of the room stood a volleyball court, or the skeleton of one. It never looked right without tall, powerful bodies leaping and diving across the floor and it certainly never sounded right unless there were volleyballs slamming down with enough force to scuff the floor long after the game was over.

“ATSU!”

Hoshi voice carried through the stillness as he took off running onto the court. Atsumu caught him, hoisting him into the air with a smile.

“Atsumu, please be careful with my child,” you called out. “I only have one.”

Atsumu chuckled, covering Hoshi’s ears poorly.

“I can give you another –”

You grabbed one of the balls out of the trolley and launched it towards him. It bounced once before Hoshi took off after it like an eager puppy - how that kid had so much energy at 8 in the morning you didn’t know - Atsumu was close behind.

“IT’S A CHANCE BALL!” Hoshi planted both his feet and tossed the ball into the air with all his might in the air. It didn’t go far before it smacked Atsumu right in the face.

“Fuck!”

Hoshi gasped, it was dramatic and he folded his arms. “Mummy! He said a swear!”

Atsumu pinched the bridge of his nose and squinted at the child with betrayal. “Snitch!”

Another gasp. “HE’S CALLING ME NAMES!”

“NO I’M NOT! HE STARTED IT!”

You stopped walking, and for a second, you genuinely forgot which one of them was the child because somehow, this adult man sounded more whiny than your actual six-year-old. You stomped over to the two feral creatures and picked up the ball.

“Atsumu,” you said, smacking his arm lightly like his disappointed parent. “You are supposed to be the adult. Act like it.”

He pouted, still holding his nose.

“Define adult.”

You rolled your eyes, almost giving yourself a headache, then grabbed a couple of folded-out chairs from the stack near the wall. There was a small comfort in knowing exactly how the morning would go with Atsumu around. He was walking earache, loudmouthed and impossible to ignore, but deep down, just a teddy bear waiting for a big hug.

Atsumu was the first to welcome you, which was ironic, considering you almost gave him a concussion on day one. It was obvious back then that he fancied you immediately, which wasn’t the worst thing when you batted your lashes just enough to keep him from filing a complaint and getting you fired. But eventually, it passed and the flirtatious compliments were traded for relentless teasing and knowing exactly how to get under your skin. Now, he was like the sibling you never had. Dramatic, over opinionate and sometimes way too protective for his own good.

You tossed your gym bag into one of the chairs you had set up along side the court, and lowered yourself into another with a long breath. The light from the windows painted across the bleachers, warming the space with an orange glow.

A sharp clap of a clipboard hitting the wood floor broke the stillness.

You looked up.

Iwaizumi had entered from one of the storage cupboards, dressed in his navy fitted joggers and a white tank top that clung to his well-maintained muscles. A whistle hung loosely from his neck and in one hand, he held a clear waterbottle. If he wasn’t working his mind, he was always working his body and you were envious of his discipline.

He hadn’t even made it halfway across the gym before his eyes locked onto you. His brows furrowed immediately, you hadn’t seen him since the park, and he already knew what was coming.

“Got a sec?” you called softly

He nodded once and headed toward you.

You pulled Iwaizumi aside, tucked near the emergency exit where the hum of the morning breeze could still be heard. He leaned against the wall, arms crossed. He was visibly uncomfortable, as he always was when things got personal, but he was still open to talk. After all, he was your boss so it wasn’t really an option.

Your throat felt tight, and you opened your mouth but no words followed. You swallowed, hoping it would help - it didn’t.

“You okay?” His thick brows knitted together.

You nodded, but you were far from it and with a deep breath, you forced yourself to start.

“Did you ever have any suspicions?” your voice was barley above a whisper, “I mean… I’ve been working here for four years, and you’ve gotta admit, the kid looks a spitting image of him...”

His gaze drifted to the court where Hoshi and the rest of the team were gathering. Iwaizumi’s shoulders twitched once, he shifted, then settled, though he was still calm. “Honestly? I had no clue.”

He looked back at you, and you frantically searched his face to no avail. “Are you mad at all?”

He glanced again towards the court.

“I’m a little pissed,” Iwaizumi admitted. “but not at you.”

You followed his gaze to Ushijima, who was now tossing a ball with Hoshi. You swallowed,on the contrary to what it looked like, Ushijima wasn’t focused on the ball at all. His attention kept flicking back to you and Iwaizumi, calculating each moment. You were certain he was trying to read your lips.

Iwaizumi gestured with a nod. “I’m guessing he knew.”

“I only ever spoke to Ushijima about it. He told me he’d be there for me if he could, but that he couldn’t understand my situation, so he didn’t want to give his opinion on what he thought I should do.”

He pressed his lips tight. “That sounds like Ushijima.”

Your chest twisted. “It wasn’t his fault!” The words spilled out, but you managed to catch the rest, swallowing hard to force restraint from your voice. “I asked him not to say anything. It was my descion. He respected that so please… don’t be mad at him.”

Iwaizumi didn’t respond, his eyes flickering between you and Ushijima. He seemed like he was thinking of what to say next, but then shrugged.

“I never said I was mad at him.”

You blinked slowly and shook your head.

So, he wasn’t mad at me…

And he wasn’t mad at Ushijima…

So, he could only be talking about –

He ran a hand through his hair, a small glint of frustration in his eyes “I…I knew something was off back then. I thought he was just struggling with everything changing so quick. He looked like hell, but when I asked, he alway brushed me off. Said it was ‘nothing important.’” He scoffed bitterly. “Guess it was a lie.”

The silence between you crept in and thickened quick.

“Why… didn’t you tell me?” He eventually asked.

Your eyes met. “Because if you knew, it would have been unfair to ask you not to tell him. And I know you… You wouldn’t lie to him.”

A quiet laugh espaced him. “You’re right. I wouldn’t. But damn... I wish I’d known.”

You nodded slowly.

“You never recognised me?”

You smiled faintly. “Any photo Oikawa showed me of you, he was always blocking you somehow. Like literally stepping in front of you or with his hand in front of your face. So, I never really knew what you looked like.”

He laughed, but you could tell there was a small bit of irritation that simmered.

The first time Oikawa had mentioned his friends you remember lying in bed next to him, his hand tracing slow circles between your collar bone and chest. Back then you didn’t understand why or how to react when he told you them stories. Now, it made more sense why he tried to invite you to that part of his world, he was testing the waters, testing to see if you would accept more of his life entering your own. You wished you understood it back then and fragments of you most recent conversation sunk in the pit of your stomach.

You spoke again, softer. “He never spoke about me to you? Not even once?”

“No,” Iwaizumi said “And now I’m wondering why.”

Your eyes dropped down to the floor, wondering the same unanswered question. From the corner of your eye, you caught sight of Hoshi who was now dangling off Atsumu’s back like a monkey, them both laughing their head off. Just behind them, Ushijima hovered tensly, ready to catch Hoshi if he slipped.

“He doesn’t know,” you murmured. “Hoshi… and I’d like to keep it that way–for now.”

Just like Ushijima had agreed back then, Iwaizumi respected your decision. You assured him that the situation wouldn’t interfere with your work, and after a few more minutes of quiet conversation, you parted ways, watching the men patiently try to teach Hoshi some new drills. You felt a burn in your chest watching him, wishing he could be learning this from his father. Sometimes, it hurt more than you expected especially since Hoshi had taken such an interest in volleyball. Maybe if he hadn’t, the constant reminders wouldn’t sting like salt in the wound every time. But maybe the universe hated you and wanted to give you a daily reminder to keep you humble.

By lunchtime, Hoshi had inhaled his food and was already begging to get back to the court. You barely had time to hand him his water before he was off again but you slipped your parental hat on.

“You just ate, Hoshi - wait at least ten minutes please or you’ll throw up again”

And now he wasn’t speaking to you.

He sat across the gym with Ushijima and Hinata, arms crossed tight and lower lip stuck out dramatically.

You sighed.

Typical behaviour. Apparently caring about you childs wellbeing means you are not only the fun police but also now the target for all his death stares. At least he was still sat down.

“So are you two hooking up?”

The words crashed into your peaceful bubble like a rogue volleyball and you nearly jumped out of your seat.

“Atsumu what the f–”

Atsumu had scootched his chair over to yours, invading your space like an unattended child at the park. His brows wiggled in a suggestive manor, propelling your attention to Iwaizumi who was sat on seat over, blissfully unaware.

Or for a second he was. Iwaizumi looked up from his phone, already annoyed.

“What do you want.” Iwaizumi asked, eyes narrow.

Atsummu smirked. “Just tryna figure out what you two were whisperin’ about earlier.” He wiggled his brows again.. “All secretive and stuff.”

“That’s none of your business.” You snapped..

“You know I’ll find out eventually.” He dramatically poked your shoulder. “ Might as well rip the plaster off now, right?”

You glared at Iwaizumi, who kept his trademark stoicism, not coming to your aid at all.

“If there’s a scale of time, I vote later.” You bite back.

Atsumu gasped like you just confirmed everything. “Oh my god you are!”

You and Iwaizumi blinked at him in sync. “Are, what?”

“Fucking.” Atsumu mimicked thrusting in his chair discreetly.

Iwaizumi recoiled like the statement had just smacked him. You slapped Atsumu’s arm without hesitation.

“What?! No! Why is everything about sex with you?!”

Atsumu clutched his arm, feigning offense. “That’s called violence Y/n and it won’t be toler– OW!”

Before he could fire back another snarky retort, the gym door slammed open, silencing the entire gym.

All heads turned.

The man who walked in had a giant shit-eating grin on his face and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Hehe,” his eyes smiled with his whole face, “They’re lighter than I expected.”

You snapped your head so fast you felt your neck crack.

“Why is he here?!” You hissed.

Iwaizumi gave the most unbothered shrug known to man, like the situation about to unfold was just a casual day. You yanked your phone from your pocket and unlocked it, hands shaking as your screen lit up.

Another notification… from him.

I’m gonna head to see Iwaizumi at work. I know it’s close by. We can grab coffee after if you are free?

Your stomach dropped.

FUCK!

You eyes rolled into the back of your head, and you pressed your hands into your face.

“We were talking about Hoshi’s dad.” You muttered from behind your palms.

Atsumu’s ears perked up like a dog hearing it’s faviourite word.

“He has a dad?” Atsumu blinked, and immediately regretted it. “Wait, no, I know how babies are made! Don’t look at me like that! I just meant, I didn’t know he had a… dad.”

“Yeah, that didn’t really clear anything up.” You rolled your eyes.

“It’s better than Bokuto,” Atsumu muttered, annoyed at having to defend himself. “He was adamant he was Ushijima’s.”

Right on cue, Bokuto strolled in mid-bite of an apple, like he had been summoned by Atsumu’s idiocy chant.

“What was I adamant about?” He asked, chest puffed.

You closed your eyes and groaned - a loud audible groan. My life is a fucking TV drama.

“You thought Hoshi was Ushi’s kid?” Iwaizumi’s mouth twitched like he was almost amused.

“He isn’t?” Bokuto blinked and took another bite of the apple, eyes switching between you and Ushijima. “I mean, he always gets real quiet when I ask about his kid. So that seems legit, right?”

You pinch the bridge of your nose, genuinely considering standing behind that door and praying for someone to kick it open.

Atsumu grinned, sensing your weakness like a vulture. “So what’s the deal with you and Oikawa then?”

You rubbed your face. “Do you ever shut up?”

“You didn’t deny anything,” he sing-songed, wiggling his head into your personal space “C’mon, did he ghost you? Break your heart or something?”

You exhale sharply, pushing away his face as you lean in the opposite direction. “Get out of my face, you cretin!”

He did. But continued to grin like he was close to solving the worlds most difficult puzzle. “Wait a second…wait. No fucking way. Seriously!”

You remained mute, but Atsumu knew what that meant.

And his jaw dropped.

He turned slow, looking over his shoulder towards Oikawa who was chatting near the benches with some of the regular gym goers. Then back at you.

“It’s him. He’s who you were talking about.” He slapped both hands to his cheeks.

Your silence was now just damage control.

“And that’s why Hoshi has those eyebrows,” Atsumu added pointing widely at his own. “I knew you had a type.”

You groaned. “You’re a dick.”

“Oh, man. This is so much better than what I imagined” He beamed and you tried to slap him again, but he dodged it, dramatically clutching his chest. “I can’t believe you slept with him and still won’t give me a chance. Tragic Y/n… really tragic.”

“You are the tragedy Atsumu,” you muttered, “not me.”

Atsumu grinned. “You like me.”

You glared. “I tolerate you. There’s a difference.”

Atsumu recoiled dramatically, face twisted in mock agony. “Tolerate?”

The laughter should have been harmless, it was a familiar setting for you now. The banter between the guys and especially Atsumu’s crude yet prying antics.

But then… then you look over.

Hoshi who was still sat with Ushijima was now looking straight at Oikawa. Watching him like he was in utter awe of the complete stranger. Your breath caught. Guilt surging through your lungs like tiny razor, as heat rose deep within your chest.

It was too much.

You stood abruptly, only muttering the words “Just watch Hoshi for me,” before brushing past Astumu without a word. You heard your name called, Bokuto or Atsumu, but you were already gone.

Oikawa turned as you passed. “Y/n – Hey, I didn’t –”

The gym doors slammed open under your hands and you were gone before he could finish.

The outside air was cool, though the morning sun began to carry its warmth over the car park. The hem of your black fitted sports skirt fluttered against your thigh as you adjusted your tucked-in tank top, the fabric clinging to your damp back. Though you weren’t sure if the sweat was from the heat of the gym or pure stress. You shifted your weight from one leg to the other, arms folding tightly across your chest. No position felt comfortable and nothing seemed to soothe the ache that welled deep in your stomach. The wind danced across your neck, but your heart was still racing and you found yourself walking until the car park opened up around you. Beyond the back fence, the tennis course shimmered with the morning dew. Empty and silent. You started to feel a little bit at peace. Then…

“Y/n!”

Atsumu’s voice, you hadn’t noticed he had followed you.

“You ok?”

You didn’t look at him. “Yeah. I just… I was overwhelmed is all.”

He exhaled, running a hand through his hair. “Was it me? Did I go too far?”

You glanced over and saw the guilt tinting his cheeks. You couldn’t help but crack a smile.

“You definitely took it too far,” you said “but you are you and that’s” you gestured to him as a whole, “that’s like your whole thing.”

Atsumu breathed through his nose harshly and placed a hand over his heart. “Ouch, Y/n… ouch.”

“You’ll get over it.”

He pouted until you flicked his chest, which immediately launched you both into a battle of light shoves and dodges. You tried to swerve away from him but he caught you with ease and with a vice like grip. You grappled his hoodie and pulled. But in a second he had twisted out of it, nearly faceplanting the building. It escalated as it always did in the most ridiculous way, both of you laughing and you always becoming pinned by your wrists.

“Tell me I’m the best.”

“Eat shit.”

He laughed, poking you ever so slightly in the rib. “Say it.”

“Hey!”

The voice cracked through the air like a bullet. Both of you froze.

… Oikawa.

He was striding across the tarmac, shoulders tense, lips tight and eyes locked on exactly where Atsumu stood.

“What the fuck are you doing?” He shouted.

Atsumu released your arms but didn’t back away. He turned to meet Oikawa and placed himself further in front of you.

“Seriously?” All of his playful was gone. “You think I’m the problem here?”

Oikawa’s gaze looked straight through Atsumu and was now focused on you. “She was pulling away–”

You moved quickly, stepping between them. “He wasn’t hurting me! We were messing around.”

Atsumu threw his hands up. “She’s more likely to hurt me. She’s a feral dog that bites.”

“I didn’t bite you!”

“You would’ve!”

You sighed, exasperated. “He says dumb shit. I bully him. It’s a mutual agreement. It works, okay?”

“She loves me,” Atsumu said proudly. Almost gloating.

“I tolerate you,” you corrected.

Oikawa’s eyes narrowed at Atsumu and he relaxed his shoulders a little. But Astumu couldn’t help himself.

“Funny, though,” he said, tilting his head. “You’re protective now. Pretty impressive, considering you're about… what–” he glanced at his nonexistent watch, “six years late?”

Oikawa stiffened.

Your heart dropped.

“Atsumu–”

“Where was that energy back then?” His voice rose. “When she was crying in the middle of the night? When she had no one? You were living freely in another country while she was doing everything alone.”

Oikawa's mouth opened slightly, but no words came. His brows drew in as his eyes scanned you face like he was looking for a hint of shame for your dirty laundry being on display. His fingers twitched at his side, curling briefly into fists before he release them again. You could see the tension rising in his shoulders. He was trying to hold it back.

But barely.

“I didn’t even know she had the kid.” He said through gritted teeth.

Your face contourted. “The kid?”

Atsumu looked at you like ‘really?’ and then back at Oikawa.“Yeah. Your kid. Hoshi is your son.”

Oikawa stepped forward, rage seething through. “I know he’s my son!”

You put yourself between them again, arms locked out forcefully. “Enough! Both of you.”

A long silence settled between you all, and you weren’t too sure if they were going to start swinging. Your hands trembled and you could hear your own heartbeat in your ears. You took a deep breath and let your hands fall to your side but something felt…off.

You glanced toward the cars, scanning until you found something. Ushijima, tall and unmistakable, stood near the cars. His gaze was already locked with yours, but it was the abnormal expression in his eyes that made your stomach twist.

Like he wasn’t out here for you, but for someone else.

Your eyes darted to the right. At the edge of the car park, parked by the fence, stood a white car. It was always there, and usually you wouldn’t give it a second thought. However, it wasn’t the car itself that caught your attention. It was the small feet shuffling behind the back wheel and the little head that peeked from behind the boot.

Your little boy… Hoshi.

He’d watched everything.

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diabolicalevil · 11 hours ago

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Can we have more freaky Sanguinius stuff.. opens palm

Sanguinius NSFW Headcanons

gn!reader

ok so freaky huh,,, I'll go over some kinks or whatever I think he likes in that case.

Warnings: NSFW post, somnophilia at the end

Begging for attention: Sanguinius is so used to being worshipped and adored and the eye of public affection yet he craves having to plead for you. In a private room where there's no one to look at but him and you still force him to ask repeatedly for you to look at him? God he's so hard.

Morning sex: Loves to see you illuminated by the rising sun as he takes you, the the edges of your sleep tussled hair appearing as a halo. Sleepy, messy and uncoordinated movements that make him feel inexperienced and human.

Predator/prey: He wants you to never leave, simple as. If you try he'll chase you down and make you remember why you're his. He'll pin you down as he fucks you, wings blocking the view of anything that is not him. And the worst part is he's gentle. He'll take a decade if that's what it takes to convince you to stay by his side.

Lingerie: Likes you almost naked, it's tantalising and teasing in a way he can't describe. His favourite is stockings with garters, he enjoys letting his eyes follow them upwards straight to your underwear.

Kissing: Suppose this goes without saying since he's such a romantic but really its the highlight of sex to have you constantly kiss him. Kiss his tip when you're sucking him off, bring his hair to your lips, kiss his neck, whatever. He pulls you in closer and kisses you back like he's trying to eat you.

He has to be on top, lotus or spooning: More of a logistics thing cause of his wings, but he prefers it in general for the aforementioned blocking out your view with his wings. He's already too massive for you to see over his shoulders but he has to know there's no where for your eyes to go but him.

Hair kink: I covered it in this post but I'm bringing it up again cause I have more to add. Sanguinius is a messy freak about his hair. He keeps a mirror close to his bed so he can look at himself, sweat slicked, dishevelled and covered in you. He takes great pleasure in losing himself to you and refuses to tie his hair up while you fuck. If it bothers you, well you could always pull it out of his face, couldn't you?

Refuses to be rough with you: You can yank and slap and bite him all you want but he won't return thr gesture. Except maybe biting, he does just a little biting. Sex, to him, is a way to be closer to you and to let go of his perfect shackles. There's no need to abuse you while doing so.

Overstimulation: It's gradual, he gets so caught up in enjoying you hours pass and he doesn't even notice, you do though. As the night progresses he gets softly sadistic as you cry from it all just being too much, "You can take it, can't you? I know you're strong enough to take it. You're doing so well." As he wipes tears from your eyes.

Somnophilia: Not while you're fully asleep but slipping in and out. When he's wrung you dry and his gentle touch lulls you into a comfortable dazed sleep. As you fall asleep he'll keep edging you to wake you up and if you do manage to fall asleep despite this he'll stop. Kind of. He'll take himself to completion and finish on your stomach, kissing your sleeping face while he does.

I forgot how hard it is to write nsfw when I'm not deliriously horny. which is most of the time surprisingly I started this blog on an off day

#diabolical headcanons #diabolical x reader #warhammer x reader #primarch x reader #primarchs x reader #sanguinius x reader #warhammer fanfic

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devswritingcornerorsmth · 2 days ago

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Can you write for Diana and Shelly with a reader who’s in a band ?

Yea! also small heads up, i did skip diana for personal reasons BUT i did force myself to watch a video about her route 'n her stuff so sorry if i don't get her right. also didn't properly see what she did after realization so sorry about that too

Diana

= Diana remembered the days when you wrote about wanting to be in a band, even going so far as to start learning an instrument and singing. She also, and mostly, remembers the bad parts of learning. Your complaints, pains, frustrations. She wonders why you even bothered with all of this, but she is your diary, the only true friend/lover you can really open up to.

= Nevertheless, you succeeded in learning an instrument or two, and your singing has gotten better. She's impressed and tells you so, saying that she's proud and happy despite her bringing up that you almost quit a few times and sliced your finger open on a string, but still, she's happy for you, and almost tempted to pick up an instrument herself.

= Diana loves that you're happier after joining a band and no longer pouring all your negative energy into her. She reminds you that she can also be used for happy memories, as well as bad ones.

= She'll sing any song lyric you put down to test the word flow and rhyme, if you do write some lyrics for a future song. Diana is very good at singing, and you find her sometimes humming or singing softly to your lyrics every now and then.

= Diana is surprised when you offer her to write something for you if she wants to. She thinks about it for a while, coming up with ideas based on your past and what you've written in her, before finally making her own lyrics, using her own imagination, thoughts, and feelings behind each word. It's surprisingly good... each lyric harbors her feelings about finding oneself, getting through the bad before getting to the good, and her love for you. Even she admits that some of the lyrics may be a little cringe, but they're from the heart.

= The song is a hit, breaking the top charts easily. When people ask your band, or rather you, how you came up with such a heartwarming song, you tell them someone very special to you wrote it.

= She tries to get a good judgment of the band before you fully, fully commit to it, having you list off the band member, their name, what they play, and how they make you feel. If it's a band of your good friends, she's a little less skeptical but always tries to tell you to be safe. If she doesn't like or trust one of the members, she will warn you about them. At the end of the day, your decision is your own.

= After Diana is Realized, she always tries to make it to your shows. You'll find her in the front row closest to you, cheering you on with a warm, loving smile.

= Diana writes for your band sometimes when everyone is low on inspiration, using her experience with the new world around her about self-discovery and other things that make you happy. She always makes a very small reference to something good that happened to you.

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Shelley

= Shelley offers to hold your instrument(s) for you despite being not screwed into the wall properly. You refuse, having your own case for it, thankfully, that could be stored by itself. You have to reassure her that she is strong enough to hold it; it's just expensive and needs a case to prevent dust and other things from getting on and in it.

= She loves listening to you practice; it helps distract her from her work. Depending on the music, she can either be calmed or hyped, both make her focus hard on her job of holding your objects up.

= Shelley is very supportive of your music, encouraging you to take dangerous leaps of faith by testing out new songs, playing styles, or even some other risky things involving outfits and strange lyrics. You can't really tell your band members where you're getting these ideas from, but they agree on a few.

= She's there for you when you're practicing and mess up, already frustrated with something else that happened. She pats your back or sits with you if you're not comfortable with physical touch. Shelley gives you words of encouragement, the same ones you had given her to try and motivate you. You both sit just talking for a while until you find the motivation to continue practicing.

= Shelly asks if your bandmates are as supportive as she is. Asking you about them and making sure you're comfortable. She holds up Maggie and knows how problematic some people can be, thanks to her and Dante. And multiple others in the house.

= If you offer her to make you guys a song, she will, but it's mostly about her own troubles about not being strong enough, and then it's just her personal ramblings at the end of the lyrics that accidentally ended up becoming five pages long... Something about being six feet from the edge and still holding on... Still, you try your best to use it.

= The song turns out to be surprisingly good after you and your band tweak it a bit to make it actual lyrics. Shelley almost cries after hearing that the song she wrote did good and uplifted a lot of people.

= When she becomes Realized, she never misses a concert or practice, always sitting in the front row, yelling out for you, or simply enjoying the music.

= She'll carry your equipment if needed and becomes the de facto transporter for heavy things when you need one. Shelley promotes your band at her library, handing out flyers and putting up posters. She catches herself falling behind on her work when she stops and stares at one with you displayed on it, a goofy, loving smile on her face.

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would genuinely die for shelley i love her so much

thanks for reading mwah

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yourstardarling · 3 days ago

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Mars In Taurus

The Sensual Protector

I wanted to do a deep dive on Mars in Taurus to further understand how this affects me in my daily life. It’s a very interesting placement because this is a debilitation of Mars because of its Venusian influence.

Mars in Taurus is a very calm and sensual placement. Just like Venus in Aries, these individuals wage war using seduction, glamor and their beauty. Slow and steady is there motto. They move at their own pace and at their own time which often causes underlying conflict with other people around them.

They prioritize refinement and making sure there is a sense of stability before taking actiion. That is why Mars struggles here because things can’t always be stable before taking action. The quickness and speed of Mars thrives in chaos and pressure, when put under that pressure Taurus becomes immobile.

Stubbornness is a key trait for this sign. They won’t budge just because you tell them to. they have to go at their own time. They hold grudges and keep bottled up feelings brewed up inside. Anger for them starts with passive aggression and pettiness. They will say they are not angry and then cancel plans for a group trip two days before.

They don’t get to that point easily, but when a mars in Taurus explodes it’s a bulldozer. They attack anyone and anything in their way. It becomes a charge and they say all the things that they have buried underneath the surface. Gets really nasty when this Mars is out of control. You eventually see why they normally don’t let themselves lash out often.

In, action:

It can be really hard as a mars in Taurus to find the energy within to do stuff. Willpower is not enough especially when it’s much easier to not do anything at all. So it is important to remember. Pleasure is what keeps you moving. There is a great satisfaction that comes from having comfort and security. Comfort allows them to feel safe enough to take action. The issue is oftentimes not everything is comfortable for them to do especially taking first steps into a new endeavor. So it’s important for them to bring the tiny comforts in their life to the new things they find scary to do. For example, beauty is an essential. When taking action, make sure you surround yourself with things that make you feel beautiful.

There is an issue here to not like to be rushed, but often times procrastination creates havoc. A bad habit of pushing things for last minute then somehow bulldoze things through. This ability to push through obstacles at the last possible second is why they often deal with procrastination. They save things for later because they know that an inner strength within them can find a way to deal with blockages.

How to deal with this Mars?

I like to call Mars in Taurus the bull riders of the mars placements. Oftentimes, the reason why they struggle with procrastination is because they feel overwhelmed by the tasks they have to get done. They usually have a lot on their plate to manage at once. These people are hard workers because they have the drive to push through the heavier parts of life, but feel exhausted or anxious to get started.

For a Mars in Taurus the key to getting things done is to “let it be easy”. You will need to compromise your comfort to get things done. It is important to make things small and simple. Don’t look at the issue as a bolder that can’t be moved. It is improtant to use your brain first when it comes to action, break things down into simple form and start piece by piece. Eventually, the bull can be tamed.

Think of everything you do as a garden. As the gardener you are tasked with being intentional about your plans, be intentional about your time. It’s easy to get distracted in overindulgence in your comforts. But you must ask yourself what seeds am I sowing with this time. Is this current action going to help me grow? No action is a form of action. So ask yourself does rest serve me right now or does it debilitate future development?

The seeds you have planted will grow in their time and in their season. You will see the fruits of your labor come to fruition. But you must consistently take small steps, little action and pour water into them in order to succeed.

-yourStardarling

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howitcouldgoes · 16 hours ago

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✨I wanna talk abt this scene ✨

And this scene

Annnnnd this sCENE WE ALL FORGOT ABT

So, For my other TADC theorists

This is evident that Caine was lying about having control over the character’s minds. If he was lying unintentionally or intentionally hard to say. Jax gets turned vegan(I did see someone say that this was only possible because Zooble spoke it into existence and Caine did it because Zooble said so…? I don’t think that’s the case personally)

Ragatha gets hit with the stupid sauce and gets drunk/high

And the one no one brought up from what I saw, Pomni gets possessed by an NPC. Caine creates the NPCs by the way(I’m 90% sure), at least he creates the adventures they appear in, and Pomni isn’t herself in this scene obviously and she kNOWS STUFF THAT ONLY AN NPC? OR CAINE?? COULD KNOW ABT KINGERS WIFE

Pomni was aware she was possessed but not of what she said? Or was saying?

But unless this was an NPC Kinger has seen before, which he didn’t seem to remember anyhow, the only person who could know of Kinger’s wife in the circus is the AI, Caine.So, this brings up many questions. If Caine can control minds, it’s safe to assume he can control their memories.

As when Pomni panics about her name—

Caine tells her that no one can remember their name when they enter the circus, followed up by saying:

Which is countered in later episodes. It could be true though, maybe he can control their minds but not their names? And only their names?? Which feels doubtful and yet he still helps Pomni come up with a new one and never slips up if he did know their real names..

Regardless, if he does control memories or how people behave(which he seems to control behavior and mindsets) - COULD HE POSSIBLY,, BE PREVENTING KINGER FROM REMEMBERING IMPORTANT INFORMATION??

Everyone remembers everything from their old lives except their names, the exception being Kinger. Who has been here for so long he reportedly has gone insane and only remembers well in darkness. The only thing he seems to truly recall is his time with his wife and seven years working in Computer Science - which means for us theorists he has the most connection to the game than anyone else because he probably worked on it, compared to the others who are implied to have stumbled upon the headset connected to the game in abandoned houses or buildings. Of course, we still have no idea how Gangle or Jax found their way into the circus.

But without targeting Kinger too much, there's still something Gooseworx had answered in their asks that bothered me? The question was "Out of everyone who deserves to be in the circus to most?" Like it was hell of some kind - and ofc they said Jax, which yeah. Makes sense. But even then, how did Jax get here??? How did Gangle get here???

AND IF Kinger had worked on the game that is the Digital Circus firsthand, is Caine preventing him from remembering important details about the game? If so, why? Would Kinger know how to leave? And if he even does why didn't he the second he put on the headset?

WHAT DO YOU, THE VIEWERS THINK???

Also one final theory I wanna lock in: Since it's at least confirmed to have nine episodes total and after ep. 6 we don't know who or what the next episode will be centered around I have a guess Episode 7: Kaufmo Episode 8: Caine Episode 9: Leaving the circus? Or accepting their fate in what is essentially hell

#tadc #tadc theory #the amazing digital circus #the amazing digital circus theory #tadc jax #tadc kinger #tadc pomni #tadc gangle #tadc thoughts

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fierceawakening · 19 hours ago

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This thing confuses me.

What leads people to behave in evil ways is fascinating.

There are commonalities, but even in spite of that, very few people actually expect it. Does anyone besides me remember 2016 and how shocked we all were? How sure people knew better?

But they didn’t, and things got worse and worse. I just spent this morning puzzling over people saying “diversity is not our strength,” trying to figure out how people come to that conclusion… and how the hell they can do it en masse when the 20th century was, from what I remember everybody saying at the time, alarmingly chock full of genocides.

How do we not learn from this? What does it mean that a sizable enough minority of us keeps failing to learn from this, AND is large enough to become able to steer the actions of a whole country?

I get that it’s depressing to think about. But boring? When I see people say that I feel like the only neurodivergent at the neurotypicals convention.

A yep a yep nothin to think through over here.

It’s especially noticeable if you pay attention to true crime stuff. Certain podcasters will devote really long sections of their show to going over every piece of information we have on the victims, apologizing for spending “too much time” on the perpetrator.

But the stuff we know about the victims is like “she had a radiant smile and loved playing with her dolls.” Which is wonderful, and gives us a tiny window into who this person was, but not unusual or noticeable.

It just tells us that the victims were ordinary. Which gives us a sense of the horror of the crime, but doesn’t tell us much else. The fact that someone is willing to harm ordinary people is appalling and horrifying, but once you’ve watched like two podcasts, you know some people are willing to do that.

So it’s strange. I can’t figure out how people think “she played with dolls but now she can’t” is more interesting than “Brad didn’t seem like he’d kill a kid three years ago, but over time he got there. Let’s look at how and why. We may never have the answer but we can get some ideas.”

So I don’t get it.

Either I’m just wildly neurodivergent and react strangely to boring things…

…or, what I actually suspect is the case, I don’t insist it’s boring because I’m not worried that being interested means I’m next.

I know I try to be good. I know I’ve been taken in by cults before but I think hard about what to look out for.

I’m not about to stop being good because most people try to be good, so since it’s common it’s boring.

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uniquethingtastemaker · 1 day ago

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I updated Floyd's Dreaming of You comments in the Update Masterlist for the Dreaming of You Series!

It went from... I don't think I saved what I had, but I remember it said something like "He missed you and it shows." It had a little description and some comments to a sophisticated and thought-out summary. It's the closest to an actual summary than any of the others, surprisingly. This is the Updated Version:

"After falling in love with you in the real world, the line between reality and dream blurs for Floyd. Things take an uncanny and disturbing turn in his relationship, and he freaks out. He tries everything to bring you back to your usual self, but nothing works… He’s never been that skilled with the emotional stuff. That was always your job. Now, you’re not the same, and he can’t ask for help. He forces himself to leave before the situation gets worse. It seems like you’re a lost cause… He kinda hates you, but also misses you a lot. When you meet him in the sea, all he wants to do is get you away from him. Floyd doesn’t trust himself to not accidentally hurt you again…… (that was a noice summary on my part) Original Little Mermaid reference. Floyd gets ADHD meds and uses his newfound powers for chaos. Everyone should watch out, because he’s become consistently smarter. My second favorite is Azul. Although Jade is beyond exceptional."

Very exciting! Floyd lovers, get ready! I finally figured out how to write him in a way that makes me feel good and is in character. He confused me for a long time. However, I pieced together what my issue was and how to resolve it.

It felt like Floyd didn't care about other people, because he didn't think about others before he acted. The problem was that I knew Floyd did care about people, like Jade and Azul. There were certain moments where it showed, like whenever Azul was sinking into darkness at the end of his dream. Floyd was panicking and trying to get him out, so he does care. It's just that his actions don't usually show it, since he doesn't consider how he affects others.

That's my biggest pet peeve. Floyd doesn't listen to anybody, including those he cares about. You also can't force someone to listen, either, so if he's not willing, he won't. Therefore, in his current state, I couldn't see him being a reliable, good, or healthy partner. You can have someone unpredictable and fun, while still listening to you. Some people might find a different way to handle this issue, but I decided to have Reader give him ADHD meds. You take one glance at the man and can tell he has severe ADHD.

As someone with ADHD, I understand the difficulty and symptoms that he has. If anxiety weren't a huge factor, I probably wouldn't care about others' reactions to me either, especially if I had people who supported me no matter what. Floyd was also the spoiled/favorite child, so I don't think people had a fundamental issue with it. They just learned how to navigate around it. Therefore, he doesn't see anything wrong with his behavior and how it affects others. That implies he doesn't have an intrinsic drive to change it. Obviously, his stance could easily change if he met someone he was dedicated to, but I imagine it would be extremely irritating, frustrating, and distressing to try to change it. That's how I would feel. It's also different from challenging and interesting. Floyd challenges people for fun... It's hard to explain, but trying to work on something more difficult, like a fundamental aspect where you don't get dopamine from it, is painful. If I weren't forced to do it, I would quit because it's too hard. He lived without changing that part of himself, so he'd probably take the easy solution, which is to leave. Again, I would, too. Therefore, taking an easier route, like ADHD meds, would help a lot.

I'm taking from my own experience, but medication changed my life. I could think and be myself while doing tasks I usually wouldn't be interested in. It was great! It also freed up space in my mind to think about other people. I was getting what I needed, dopamine, so I didn't have to worry about myself all the time. I think it would be the same thing with Floyd, so that's what I'm doing.

What do you think? If you have ADHD, do you agree or disagree? Let me know in the comments!

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thattimdrakeguy · 1 day ago

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The Best Way To Write Jason Todd Teaming Up With The Bat-Family

It's no secret people in the fandom love the Bat-Family members being one happy family, and having it include everyone.

I still think it's stupid, though.

Hey, like what you like, folks. I can't stop you.

But you can't stop me from having my opinions either.

I simply do not see how making Jason another one of the crowd benefits his character in any sort of way. He was popular because he was so different was he not? But like many of the other Bat-Family characters, being different seemed illegal, so they had to take some of that away. He may still use guns, but they're rubber bullets. These days it seems like he's mostly just another of the crew. Which is...I'm going to be real as real can be...that sounds so boring.

And I can't actually recall a character arc, just sort of moments that dashed to the finish line of him teaming up, and not done in any way that used any real character work. Instead it used a fascinating technique, sometimes commonly referred to as lazy and sometimes downright lousy writing. That's sort of lame.

Why waste the potential?

But I think some people may misunderstand me when I talk about this subject sometime. They may think I'm too stuck, can't accept anything different. Can't accept change.

As far as I'm concerned I just don't accept bad changes, or unearned changes, or changes that I feel are a detriment to the appeal of the character.

I just don't want anything that takes away from anything that made something so good to begin with.

All those potential stories we could've had, ran away because someone was lazy and in a rush for instant gratification. Hard to be a fan of that personally.

However, I don't think Jason Todd should NEVER be able to team up with the Bat-Family. That's also limiting, and is a bit too simple.

Didn't even remember this scene in Under the Hood in the slightest, but as I continued to read, I realized that somehow, this story from 20 years ago, and this issue I don't even have a vague memory of that much, already showed how I feel it should be done.

So that's convenient I happened to be reading it today.

And it's really good story telling and character work too. That stuff is like my crack. Instead of how it would later be done, which is total ass-crack.

It represents the complicated history and dynamic between Jason Todd and Batman. They're against each other. Jason's an antagonist, not a villain, but an antagonist. Please research the difference if you don't already know it, there is a difference there. An antagonist can simply be people with different goals in conflict with the protagonist. They don't have to necessarily be bad guys or villains or evil.

Batman and the Red Hood though...they're not exactly enemies are they?

That's his son. Can't change that. I imagine somewhere in ol' stately Wayne Manor, the adoption papers are still there to prove it.

The feelings are complicated and complex, heavy and deep. It gives you so much more to work with, so much more opportunity for good stories and character moments.

Showing that, in spite of it all, there's still a level of trust in one another they can't deny because of their conflicts.

Can't get that with Joker.

Couldn't even get THIS much out of it with Huntress.

That uniqueness I care about so much with these characters is here and present. They are THEM! Not a cheap copy. Not a badly written duplicate. They're THEM, and no body else. You can only get this WITH THESE CHARACTERS.

Gives ya a reason to check out this issue in particular because of how well their complex relationship is represented! Instead of it being another generic team-up, with no creativity to be seen like later on many times.

This all sort of goes back to a post I made about excellent character writing represented in the Adam Beechen run of Robin. Where Tim and Boomerang where working together and didn't like each other.

I know most people won't go back to find that post. I wouldn't expect you too.

So I'll summarize the basic ideas as: Ya gotta earn your moments, never lie to yourself about how these characters would ever act, and always maximize potential as much as possible, never lose a drop of it.

And that's all represented exactly here too. Just with different characters, reacting the way they would, doing the things they would. It's very different from the Tim and Boomerang issue since these are very different characters, but the same basic principals within the writing remain, because that's what good stories are made of no matter what.

They are not cheaping out on us. Giving us the easy change up, where oh, sweet dear Jason learns his lessons.

Fuck no.

And ruin the ongoing story like that, when you can do so much better?

Puh-lease.

It's all about the character work, baby. Every moment, every drink, every drop, never turns to slop. It is phenomenal, it is wonderful, it feels like it is the way it's meant to be.

Oh, the things we could've had.

Good character development doesn't come at the expense of contradicting what we know, or losing out on potential.

As I've said before.

Good character development ADDS, it doesn't take away.

It's an important thing, often forgotten, like so many others things as the years pass.

#Jason Todd #The Red Hood #Red Hood #Bruce Wayne #Batman #DC Comics

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jason grace x gender neutral reader (implied to be greek + not a big three kid) warnings talk of having kids in the future an i added a whole extra scenario to this one cause why was the og so short... had to do smth special for my man xoxo

. . . or the one in which in a world of boys, he’s a gentleman

When Taylor Swift said, “in a world of boys, he’s a gentleman,” she was talking about Jason. That whole song is just about Jason

This man is so respectful and considerate and just really wonderful. He feels too good to be true! Which is why you don’t let yourself fall for him at first. He’s literally the most perfect guy you’ve ever met

Meanwhile, Jason’s thinking the same about you. To him, you’re a breath of fresh air from all the rigidness and strict lines he’s been forced into not only as a Roman but as a son of Jupiter. Why would you want to be stuck with someone as boring as him?

So you just spent your days longingly gazing at each other when the other wasn’t looking while also avoiding each other in public spaces because both of you were slightly intimidated by the other’s (gorgeous) presence

Your first proper interaction must’ve been orchestrated by Hera and Aphrodite themselves considering how adamant you two were on being 6ft apart at all times, and surprisingly, it was in the mortal world

scenario one: bookworm

You were spending the day at your favourite library because you missed it and liked to pretend your life was normal by blending in with mortals, and also because you had studying you needed to do since quests left ample time for schoolwork

Jason was there because he’d been cooped up at camp for as long as he could remember and wanted to see what life away from the Gods and their schemes was like, and what better place to figure that out than a library?

You breathed a sigh of relief as you finally finished the essay you’d been working on since you arrived at the library. It had been weighing on your mind for days but you couldn’t find time for it until today. As a reward for your hard work, you decided to get yourself a sweet treat before continuing your studies

Haphazardly packing your stuff, you quickly got up, practically drooling at the thought of the new menu item you were finally going to try after craving for weeks

You were a little too excited. As you turned, you bumped into someone, dropping some of your papers

“Gods, I’m so sorry,” the person you bumped into said, quickly bending down to gather all your stuff

You knew that voice. You could recognise it anywhere

“Jason? What’re you doing here?” You said, suddenly feeling awfully hot for no particular reason

That was the day you really befriended Jason Grace. He decided to accompany you to the cafe you planned to go to, paid for your order (don't ask how he had mortal currency on him) (it's because he has a mortal currency collection) (yes he lost some of his collection paying for your order) and spent the rest of the day there with you. Away from all the craziness of demigod life, you and Jason finally got to truly know each other

After a while of getting closer, you two begin to date, and it might just be the most beautiful relationship known to man. The way Jason acted before you began dating was nothing compared to now. That was just the bare minimum

You literally never have to lift a finger around him as he insists on doing everything for you. He opens doors for you, pulls your chairs out and takes your coats off for you. If you’re on a quest and you need to sleep, he makes sure you always get the comfier place and takes first watch

He also always leaves you notes. Sometimes they’re notes of motivation, sometimes they’re small poems about how much he loves you and sometimes they’re just really random

Jason is a big fan of taking polaroid pictures with you. After Hera stripped him of his whole life, he’s always had a fear of waking up one day with the same feeling he had on that wilderness school bus, so he takes pictures with all the people he loves and keeps journals and has a box full of all the things that are important to him in case it happens

He keeps one particular polaroid of the two of you on his birthday, his hand around your waist as you plant a kiss on his cheek, in his wallet at all times to ensure his immediate remembrance of you if his memories get taken again

(As if he’d forget you in the first place. Hera would have to pry the memories of you out of his cold, dead hands)

Your siblings love him so much too! They were a little stressed at first because he’s a child of Zeus, the God notorious for breaking the hearts of his lovers and cheating on his eternal wife, but he showed up at your cabin door to pick you up for a date with a bouquet of flowers for the cabin and then walked you back himself, staying outside until the very second the door was shut and now they love him

(Sometimes you think they love him more than you because they’re always asking about him)

You spend a lot of time at his cabin. He disguises it as just really wanting to spend time with you and while that is true, secretly it's also because the Zeus cabin gets super cold and lonely and is also kind of scary at night, even though he sleeps in the one space away from the gaze of his father

scenario two: daddy not-so-dearest

“Honey,” Jason says, wrapping an arm around your waist. The campfire sing along had ended which signified the end of the day, and all around you, campers were wishing their friends goodnight as they headed to their cabins. You suppressed a giggle, knowing exactly what Jason wanted from the tone of his voice

You hummed, giving your boyfriend a bleary-eyed smile as you waited for him to voice his request. It was cute how even though you’d done this many times before, he still got shy at the idea of you two sleeping in the same room, on the same bed

“Would you maybe wanna spend the night at my cabin? I missed you today, and I can’t even begin to imagine how hot it must be in your cabin, with all your siblings in it, y’know.”

“Are you asking because you missed me or because you’re scared of daddy dearest?” You quipped, unable to contain yourself as his face turned bright red

“I’m kidding, Jase, of course I’ll spend the night with you!”

Later on in your relationship, when he’s sure you’re the one for life, he shows you around New Rome. He grew up with a peaceful life in the city being the goal, so it only made sense for him to show you around

Jason loves the way you light up at everything around you. He’d known New Rome for his whole life and could draw a map of it blind, but you make it feel brand new

Is ecstatic when you tell him you also want to start a life with him in New Rome. The moment you utter those words he’s already signed papers for an apartment and is drawing punnett squares to figure out what your kids would look like

You know the part in The Notebook where the girl’s describing the house she wants? That’s what Jason showing you around New Rome reminds you of

Years later, you reminisce on the way you’d avoid each other as you tell your kids about your lives as teens in your lovely house in New Rome because he definitely did not die <3

scenario three: chez grace

"Jason, promise you won't walk me into some pillar - you guys have way too many of those in this city," you said, fighting the urge to tug off the blindfold Jason had insisted you put on

The aforementioned stifled a laugh, his hands on your shoulders as he guided you where he wanted you to go. He'd never let you get hurt; not by a monster, not by any of the gods and certainly not by a pillar in New Rome

After you discovered the city nestled within Camp Jupiter, and more specifically, the university that was in it, your plans for the future had changed drastically

Sure, growing up, you'd always wanted to go to one of the many prestigious universities America had to offer, but the longer you lived in the reality that was being a demigod, the more it hit you how impossible it would be for you to juggle higher education and monsters using you to get vengeance for something your godly parent did 50 centuries ago

New Rome offered a fresh start, a brand new try at something that was taken from you the moment it was fated for you to be a demigod: normalcy

Living within the borders of camp meant you wouldn't have to worry about all the crazy things happening outside of it, and New Rome University boasted a rigorous program and great facilities

When Jason found out, he was ecstatic. He'd been so worried you'd choose a university across the country, since it'd be closer to Camp Half-Blood. This was something he, for some strange reason, had never considered, and was better than any other scenario he could've conjured up

It was this ecstasy which had your lovely Jase signing an apartment lease the very next day. He couldn't have you living in some tiny dorm when he could be waking up to your beautiful face every day, making breakfast with you in the kitchen, listening to you sing in the shower as he studies... you get the point

Now that the apartment had been perfectly decorated by none other than Mr Grace himself, it was time for the grand reveal

"Okay sweetie, I'm gonna let go of you now, but just stay standing where you are," Jason said before fishing the keys to your apartment out of his pocket and unlocking the door

Hearing the click that signalled a door unlocking, a slight smile appeared on your lips - Jason has never been good at hiding things from you, so when he was oddly insistent about you not signing up for a dorm at university, you had a feeling he had something in store

Gently, Jason took the blindfold off you and you gasped when you saw the apartment. Somehow, Jason had decorated it to fit both your tastes perfectly, and you couldn't wait to make this house a home

"Oh my gods, Jase!" you squealed, wrapping your arms around his neck. Instantly, he melted into your embrace, "I take it this means you like it?"

"Like it is an understatement! I can't believe you did all this! This is gonna be the best year ever, I just know it."

#jason grace x reader #jason grace x you #jason grace x y/n #jason grace headcanon #percy jackson x reader #pjo #pjo x reader #hoo #cynwrites

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