#im particularly annoyed about the soldier thing

[jevilowo]

TOP TEN WORST TYPES OF TF2 MISCHARACTERISATION: (in my opinion)

Woobified Scout (we've all been subject to it at some point)

"Feral" (rapist) Sniper (scary)

Not smart Heavy (man has a phd, smh)

Seme/Uke ass Heavymedic dynamic (and also woobified Medic)

Those "it was a girl all along" type Pyro fics (they fill me with such raw feral rage its insane)

Asshole dad Spy (can be fun in small doses but gets taken way too far 80% of the time)

Racist/Homophobic Soldier (HE WOULDN'T. Unless told to predjudice the enemy BUT THATS IT)

To the same extent, needlessly assholish Soldier (only exists to add another billion Scout Angst fics to the pile)

When Engie is "the normal one" (he's a maniac with a god complex, get it right)

Demo being ignored, or just having his alcoholism be the only thing about him

An honourable mention is making Ms Pauling straight /j

[mysterycitrus]

i know you've been talking about jason lately so i'll ask about smth different... robin jason (sorry)

idk idk lately i've been wanting to take a peek at his robin comics for the sake of writing fic (ofc...) but i'd like to hear what u think before that, a summary of sorts if u may (i also wanna contrast what u say with what i get out of it so yeah)

i feel like his robin days are so muddled by his identity as red hood later on, and even before that it was his death. u had people constantly blaming jason for dying in text (or else they'd have to admit bruce can make mistakes and everyone in dc is allergic to doing that) and painting him like someone reckless and violent (classist editorial u need to DIE), and then people in fanon painting him like a sweet fella who would do nothing wrong and as well as being bruce's Only Actual Son etc etc for the sake of making the situation around him all the more sadder (yeah yeah pathetic meow meow we've all seen it)

and i'm just curious bc i rlly wonder what the actual comics say about him, most likely something in the middle of this? exams are killing me but my god i'll come back to life after im done just to read jason robin's days... have a good day !!!

the difficulty with reading about jason as robin is that there are three primary periods that all differ fairly dramatically from each other — pre-crisis jason todd is a strawberry blond acrobat who’s almost adopted by dick grayson before becoming robin; post-crisis jason todd is a kid from crime alley who steals the wheels off the batmobile before becoming robin; and post-crisis, post-utrh jason todd is a very angry, very violent kid who becomes a cautionary tale after he gets himself killed (something he is often blamed for).

we can walk the line here. pre-crisis jason isn’t particularly relevant because so much of robin!jason’s stories depend on his reinvention after the reboot. all the crucial factors leading up to death in the family — growing up in the alley, both his mothers, his relationship with the robin mantle, his developing relationship with dick grayson, his slow schism from bruce, his relative isolation from other superheroes — are all crucial to who he is, especially after his death.

fanon about jason is annoying because there are valid criticisms that can be made about how he’s written with regressive, classist stereotypes, but as always it pivots way too far in one direction. jason wasn’t the “happy” or “angry” robin in the same way that dick wasn’t the happy or angry robin — they’re both characters that possess more than a single emotion. it’s true that jason was later written to be more explicitly violent (to contrast him with dick) but also like… they’re both pretty similar characters that differ in interesting ways. dick created robin to be a symbol of hope and joy. jason carried that on when he took up the mantle. they can both be angry at stuff without the world falling apart. it’s not that serious.

the dialogue about dick being a child soldier but jason being the true son makes me want to tear my hair out. jason became robin because bruce missed dick and was afraid of being alone. they’re both his gd kids. acting as though bruce wayne doesn’t love dick grayson so much that extra-dimensional beings can clock it is so fucking stupid. it once again ties into fanon’s obsession with each character only getting to be “one” thing. tim is smart, which means he’s the smartest. jason said robin made him magic, which means he’s happy all the time. dick chased after zucco in a grief spiral, which means he’s the violently angry one, with no other character traits. dick can’t have been nice to jason because he’s nice to tim, etc. seems a little silly, no?

i think i’ve only read jason’s brief run as robin once, though ive gone through a death in the family + a lonely place of dying a bunch of times, so ig my advice for reading him is to keep in mind the context in which he was created. dc comics was reeling from losing dick grayson as robin, and were really throwing anything at the wall to get something to stick. many, many negative tropes are baked into his introduction, and thanks to writers like jeph loeb and scott lobdell they have compounded over time. jason’s updated backstory is, with actual critical intent by the writer, a really good examination of how poverty and class will affect how someone views the world. his death was not his fault — and removing sheila haywood from that warehouse purposely makes his story less tragic. he was a good kid! and he was angry for a good reason. if jason had lived, i believe he would’ve carried on the robin tradition and left bruce behind once their differences became insurmountable.

[impishcyber]

𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐟

Philip Graves x gn!Reader

Tw: Sub Philip and Dom Reader, Spanking and slapping, Brat behaviour from Philip, Orgasm denial, Hair pulling, Hands behind back, Touch denial, Porn with little to no plot, and as per usual Unedited

A/N: im not that satisfied with this one, kind of shit and a bit ooc Philip, i might have to revisit this one and edit it

"Co-Come on sugar, let me have it.. please?" Panting out, in the verge of tears, the CEO of the shadow company begging to cum inside of you, the main and only hacker of his military and secret services company.

You two fooling around has been going on for a very long while, longer than you have been in the company, it actually started when you were under Laswell's wing.

She took you in after you got caught in a random motel, trying to hack into the military devices to get information to sell at someone that was requesting them at a very high price. You needed the money and well.. its safe to say it was a trap and Laswell made you a deal that you couldn't deny antway, it was to either end up in federal jail or work for her.

So a few months in, General Shepherd ordered you and her to work with Graves, you and him immediately started bickering to the point Kate had to cut it out before it got physical. Somehow all of that fighting lead to you "fucking the stress out" in one of the meeting rooms, which lead to being a regular thing, and as you can guess, by some reason, you were transferred at his company and your loving hate relationship continued even stronger to the point even his soldiers knew what was up but didn't have the guts to say anything.

Back to the matter at hands, Graves has been pissed off since he woke up, getting a call from a rather annoyed Shepherd about some shit you could care less, however Philip decided to throw all that anger towards his men, pushing them to the brink of exhaustion, then when that wasn't enough he stormed into your office yelling up a storm

You leave out a long sigh, spinning around from the computer to face him, looking at him as he paced around the room still yelling, which annoyed you even more, "Will you calm the fuck down? Im trying to work here Philip.."

If looks could kill you'd be left for dead. He stormed towards you, gripping the armrests of your spinning chair and leaning down on you, your noses almost touching he stares at you with his cold blue eyes "You're trying to test my patience, sweet cheeks?" "Not really but youre testing mine right now Philip, calm down."

As if he was itching for it, Graves grabs you by the collar and kisses you roughly, pulling you up from your chair and slamming you on the edge of the table, nearly knocking off the computers monitor from it.

As his lips travel from your face, heavy breathing and all, biting down your throat to the point it actually hurts, you have enough and pull his hair to get him off of your abused throat, making him groan out.

"And what do you excatly think youre doing huh? Biting and slamming me around isn't gonna help you out. How about you start behaving. and. sit. the. fuck. down."

With each sentence, a particularly rough pull of his hair making him yelp in pain, making him sit on the same chair he pulled you out off of, then leaning close to his ear "touch me once and i stop, you got that you little shit?" He could only nod, he folds his arms behind the wheel chair, looking you with puppy eyes as he waits for your next move

"If you wanted a quick fuck you could have just said so, behaviour like this isnt going to get you anywhere and you know that, seems like you like to be tossed around huh?" You unbuckle his jeans, pulling out his now hard rock cock and start slowly stroking him, making a long whine roll out of Philip's mouth, a bundle of pleas and begging melding together to form nonsensical words

After lubing him up with his precum, you pull your pants down and hop on his lap, lining him on your hole but now sitting down on his cock just yet, earning whinings and groans from the blonde as he thursts his hips up

You smack him across his face, a loud cry as you scold him "You need to behave if you wanna cum, the more you act up, the less im willing to give it to you, got that?" He could only nod and as if you were a devine being, a mantra of "thank you" and "please" falls from his lips as you finally sink down on him and start moving up and down on him in a fast pace

Just as he was about to cum you stop, earning a fustrated sob from Philip, teary eyes and bottom lip puckered out "You know what i just told you, dont act as if you dont remember."

You start at the fast peace again, this time more erratic since your own climax was almost reaching its peak, not stopping until you made yourself cum, and seeing how desperate Graves was acting you decided to reward him

"Youre close aren't you? Youve been so good, you can cum now" and with that, Philip starts slamming his hips upwards, making you hold onto the headrest of the chair and scream when you cum, making him cum at the same time, panting and groaning heard through the room and probably throughout the corridor.

After a few minutes of catching your breath, you pull your head from Philip's neck and look at him in the eyes.

"You okay? Are we good?" He weakly nods, leaning in to kiss your lips but missing it and kisses the corner of your mouth, you chuckle as you list yourself off of him, his and your cum running down your legs as you lean in on the chair "Youre gonna behave now? No more temper tantrums?" "No more temper tantrums." "Good boy" and with thay you walk into the build in bathroom to get a towel to clean the both of you.

[b4bytate]

Early meetings & lustful desires

———————————————————————————————————————Loki always got on your nerves, but one time in a 6am meeting you couldn’t keep your thoughts from remaining innocent and the god of mischief, that can in fact read minds, was not amused by your unintentional teasing

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Hello and welcome to my first ever post and also first ever smut fic!

This is just a quick part one of a 2 part fiction that I’ve been writing for a friend of mine, she convinced me to post it (thank you fen)

Warnings: Dom!Loki, loki is a little bitch, slight choking, teasing, mentions of smut!! 18+, actual smut will be in part 2. do not read if you are not comfortable with the topics listed!

Im sorry if there are any grammatical mistakes or typos in the fic, english isn’t my first language, but I do try to make it enjoyable, so enjoy reading!

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I walked into Rogers’s 6 am meeting. It’s way too early for this and I’m barely even awake. I just walked straight to the first seat nobody was sitting in. I later realized that it’s the seat opposite of Loki. God of mischief and also knows as really FUCKING ANNOYING.

He gets on my nerves so badly and I swear I should receive an award for not throwing a chair at him already. Hes always either making comments about every little thing or straight up annoying me, but honestly, as much as I hate to say it I can’t deny that there’s tension between us.

I didn’t particularly enjoy having him in my eyesight for the whole meeting, and the worst thing is that I couldn’t get him out of my head for even a second. He is a god. And I looked like it. His face was beautiful and his perfect cheekbones always making him look even more god-like.

The face of a real god.

His long black hair suits him perfectly. Sometimes he ties it up like how he did today, a tiny bun on the back of his head, and a few strands that couldn’t fit into the bun framing his face beautifully. A big white T-shirt draped over his body, showing a bit of his pecs and a long necklace draped over his t shirt. It looked like a soldier tag. I would’ve never guessed that the Loki who made fun of all of the avengers for wearing “Midgardian clothes” would one day wear a t shirt and a necklace.

Then my gaze went a bit south, to his hands. Saying Loki has big hands is an understatement. Each hand is easily twice as big as mine. Which makes me wonder how they would look around my neck. Wait.. what? I didn’t mean to think about that, but it just slipped into my head, like somebody opened my skull and just stuffed the thought into it. His gaze, which was focused on the whiteboard suddenly traveled towards me. He looked at me for a second and gave me a wink. then he quickly looked away.

He placed his hands on the table and started playing with.. rings? Oh my god. He was wearing rings. They suited him perfectly. Chunky bits of metal wrapped around his beautifully long fingers.

My gaze started traveling down. A bit too far down. Until I heard Steve say “That’s it for today people, next meeting is 6 am, tomorrow.” His voice pulled me out of the trance I was in. I have been staring at Loki for the entire meeting, and I’m pretty sure he noticed because of the wink he gave me while I was packing my stuff. “What a jerk, he totally thinks I was looking at him.” I thought to myself. I mean.. I was.. but he doesn’t know, so he doesn’t have the right to think that. I walked out of the meeting room and as I walked towards my room someone grabbed my wrist.

“Oh love.. I think you forgot something.”

I looked at him with confusion as I thought to myself what I must’ve left in the meeting room this time.

“Did you really forget that I can read minds, or did you have those little fantasies just to torture me?”

He asked in a cold tone. He was definitely not amused by the way I was apparently accidentally teasing him.

“Oh, I’m sorry”

I said with a I said with a shaking voice

“I really didn’t know.”

“You really think I’m that naive, don’t you daring.”

He pushed me against my door and out of shock I dropped my bag.

“You tortured me for that entire meeting. I couldn’t help but fantasize about the things that I would do to you once it was over.”

And that’s when I felt something poking at my thigh.

The shocked expression on my face turned into a grin. I slowly brushed my hand down his shirt and slightly over his growing erection.

He grabbed my waist and pushed me into my room. He closed the door and, again, pushed me against it. But this time he grabbed both of my hands and held them above my head. I tried to speak but his hand wrapped around my throat, not completely choking me, but the firm grip did keep me from getting much air in which sent a river of arousal right down to my core.

“Oh no..”

He said laughing to himself.

“You are not the one in control my love. I am.”

He said in a deep, dark voice. A second later he moved his head towards mine and kissed my lips. The grip on my throat tightened, leaving me breathless. A sigh left my lips and I could feel his cock poking at my thigh. I let out a soft moan and started to buck my hips.

He pulled away from the kiss and left me gasping for air, his hand still around my throat. He released my throat and my hands at the same time and straightened his shirt.

“Let’s leave the rest of your fantasies for another time darling.”

He said with a stupid smirk plastered on his face.

He walked out of my room after giving me a quick kiss on my lips.

And he just left me.

And the worst thing is.

I couldn’t stop thinking about him all day.

[in-my-feels-probably]

✨1.2K Followers Celebration✨ Submission from @naushtheaspiringauthor

— Hello! First of all, congratulations on 1.2k!! I hope you get more recognition as you really deserve it.

and for the celebration, I'd like to do the first option. For this, I'm choosing the grishaverse fandom, and the character I'm choosing is Nikolai Lantsov. The reason why I love him so much, and thinking about him brings me comfort, is because how sweet he is. I feel like he'd be the kind of person who'll take a glance at me, and will immediately know that I'm not okay. He always tries to lighten up the environment. He is the kind of person who's opposite to me in many ways, but he's also someone I'd relate to, on a lot of aspects. There are many more reasons, but If I write more, it's gonna be way too long, so I'll just leave it to this. And I would absolute LOVE to be in a romantic relationship with him if it was possible. I feel like, even a mere sight of him would make my day a thousand times better.

Some things about me. I'm an introvert,and tend to talk less infront of strangers. But when I'm around people I'm close with, I'm really talkative and energetic. I'm kind of a pessimist and I get annoyed and angry pretty easily. I find it very difficult to express my emotions, and it's almost impossible for me to talk about how I feel. I enjoy my own company on most days. I like to write, play the piano, sing, make some art and listen to music. MY favorite artists are Taylor Swift, Lana Del Rey, Olivia Rodrigo, The nbhd and Harry Styles —

hi again!

thank you for participating :)

nikolai is SUCH a sweetheart. very intuitive, can always tell what’s going on. he’d easily be able to tell if there was something wrong. you wouldn’t even need to speak, he’d just know. and he’s quite easy to open up to, it wouldn’t take much for him to know and understand what was bothering you. he’s one of those kinds of people that are a light for everyone else, even when they don’t feel like one themselves. he’s so good at taking care of other people and being a shoulder to cry on, but he doesn’t quite know how to be that for himself. if you could be that person for him, and he able to know when he’s upset just as easily as he knows when you are, it would be such a value to him. anyone who can make his heart less heavy is appreciated by him. anyway, opposites attract, and any quality you find missing in each other, you’d be able to find in the other person. you’d fit right into place.

i think he’d really appreciate an introvert. he certainly isn’t one. he’s royalty and a soldier, he has to be good at talking and persuasion and being comfortable being in front of and commanding a crowd. he values his intelligence and charm, and im sure he appreciates those qualities in other people. but i also think he doesn’t particularly like talking to people. it’s like he’s putting on a performance, and he doesn’t want to perform. he’d know that, around you, that he could just be himself. he wouldn’t have to speak. he’d know you could just sit in comfortably silence. but as you’d get closer to him, you’d open up a lot more. while he wouldn’t want to talk to a crowd, he’d want to talk to you. clever banter is only fun with the other person is just as into it. while he’d get a little annoyed but other talkative people, he’d consider it an endearing quality of yours.

i don’t think nikolai is a pessimist, at least outwardly. a realist, maybe, but he still clings to some promises of hope. they keep him going. you being a pessimist would keep him in check when his thoughts got carried away, and his optimistic thoughts would force you to change your own. you’d balance eachother out with just the right amount of hope and reality.

nikolai is not a naturally angry person. it takes a lot to fluster him, and he doesn’t grow quickly to anger. he’s better at managing those kinds of feelings. but his other feelings, he has a hard time expressing. you two would be in for it trying to dance around what you’re feeling. he’s good with words though, so i think you’d be able to work it out together. you’d have to learn each others signs and tells, and actively work towards better understanding each other. you both feel a lot, and you need an outlet for it.

i think nikolai appreciates the arts, drawing especially. he’s got so many ideas for inventions and things, he needs someone who can sketch them as he plans. you could spend entire days together, ignoring other people and coming up with new ideas for his collection.

also, nikolai would LOVE taylor swift. that man is a mirrorball if i’ve ever seen one, and i just know he’d adore her if he could listen to her. she writes in a way that explains her feelings in such an intricate manner, and i think he’d admire that. he can’t explain his own feelings that well, but her lyrics would help him process. he’d be a swiftie guaranteed.

after a long day, nikolai would be ready to throw himself off of a bridge. hours and hours of boring conversations of politics, trying to appease so many people at once. he’d want nothing more than to see you and sit with you alone, getting his mind off things. he’d find you in your room, where you’d be sitting at the small piano he had brought in. he could feel the weight lifting off his shoulders at the sight of you.

you’d greet him with a smile, patting the spot on the bench next to you. “hello, love. how was your day.”

“mindnumbingly boring. i think i could actually feel parts of my brain dying.”

you’d chuckle, resting your head against his shoulder. “that sounds terrible. do you want to talk about it?”

“no thank you, darling.”

he’d smile down at you, shaking his head. settling in his spot, he’d motion to the piano, resting his fingers on the keys.

“my mother tried teaching me the piano. actually, it was a tutor, but it was on her wishes. i never could master it, much to her displeasure and my annoyance. it was like i was reading way faster than i was able to play. my hands couldn’t keep up.”

you’d nod, your hands brushing his as you ghosted over the keys. “it took me ages to get the coordination right. but i suppose, in your usual fashion, you didn’t have enough patience to keep trying. i’ll bet it’s why you moved on to inventions. at least it was a hobby that would keep your mother off your back.”

“be nice to me!” he’d scold, but he was grinning at your teasing. “i’ve had a long day.”

“as you command, moi tsar,” you’d jest, smiling when he rolled his eyes.

it was his turn to settle his head on your shoulder, taking a long and deep breath. he shut his eyes, savoring the peaceful moment.

“play something for me,” he’d say softly.

you’d nod, pressing a chaste kiss to the top of his head, before turning your attention back to the keys, beginning to play a melody he’d always mentioned liking.

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hope you enjoyed this! thank you for the kind words :)

[cyberdragoninfinity]

I don't have the flame emote but can I ask for takes on 5ds and if Im allowed to be specific, can I request one for your favorite and least favorite arc? If that's okay ofc, I don't eanna shove two at you if you don't want them!

YESSS oh please by all means i love talking about 5D's arcs and all their finer details...

🔥 For my favorite arc:

well, my favorite 5D's arc is--

i do genuinely think Ark Cradle is one of the best arcs in any yugioh, emotionally, narratively, symbolically and otherwise. I'd even say eps 137-151 are, imho, one of the absolute best series of episodes and duels in the entire franchise (and also my favorite stretch of episodes ive seen yet.) Z-one is certainly to me one of if not The best yugioh Big Bad and i will fight to the death over that.

I went into 5D's last arc not thinking i was gonna like it much (i tend to get stressed out by apocalyptic doomsday scenarios) and then every single duel went hard as hell. And then it turned out they were hiding some of yugioh's most interesting characters and character dynamics back there. And then Fucking Everything With Bruno. It rocks. It absolutely rocks. It makes me fucking insane. Ark Cradle made me a different person. slash POS.

and tbh that's part of why i always get annoyed when people write off 5D's s2 on the whole or encourage people to just not watch it--there is some REALLY good stuff back there!! and it's unfortunate that you DO have to wade through some agonizingly frustrating duels to get there. but i promise it is worth it!!!! My babygirl Aporia is BACK THERE and he is SO ETERNALLY UNDERRATED BY WESTERN FANS and you WILL see him and you WILL feel something. MY FINAL MESSAGE.

Anyway, 🔥 For my least favorite arc:

YES i am WRGP's strongest soldier YES it's also my least favorite arc overall and i will fully relent to it having Many Issues YES these two views can coexist in one animal. Anyway I guess my most unpopular WRGP take is, like i talked about in a previous ask, it still does have merit to the story warts and all. In fact I don't even think the main issue is the fact the duels are long, i think a 4-5 episode duel can whip like hell (yugi vs. yami marik battle city finals immediately springs to mind), there just needs to be things that HAPPEN. IN EACH EPISODE OF THE DUEL. And unfortunately WRGP's duels kind of struggle with this more than once. The biggest This Duel Kind of Sucks Sorry offender, the Team Unicorn Duel, that's just 5 fucking episodes of watching a mill deck try to pull one over on the guy whose deck is full of graveyard effects, and it's just not very fun to watch. And then it doesn't even really feel like it effects the world and narrative at large when all is said and done. where the fuck did Dragon Knight Draco-Equiste go for literally the rest of the series. 😐

but i guess "Team Unicorn are not very interesting characters or duelists" isnt a particularly hot unpopular take for this arc. hm. I'm not a very big fan of Team Ragnarok either, I guess. they have really fun character designs but they just dont do anything for me. ho hum.

[shipwreckedshadows]

a while ago, while i was really into my SPOP phase, I developed a shangella story idea that i dubbed the Swap AU. in the AU, angella and shadow weaver swap places - angella performs the spell of obtainment instead of light spinner. I was going through my old work on the blog and decided that I don’t like the way I wrote it - particularly the relationship between angella and shadow weaver. it was toxic and borderline abusive, and while it was interesting to explore that type of relationship at the time that i wrote it, its not really the sort of thing i currently enjoy writing about. it also comes with the caveat that im not really writing the shangella that i wanted to write, and also light spinner eventually leaves angella at some point in the story.

so here is an outline of a potential re-write that ive been thinking about for a couple of weeks now. these are plot points, largely removed from character work. i want angella’s and light spinner’s relationship to be softer and healthier than i originally wrote in the first version of this story. as such, the spell of obtainment doesn’t turn angella into a meaner version of herself. she’s still caring and nurturing like she is in cannon, her priorities are just different.

Act One:

- also i tagged this post as swap AU, which also where all of the older posts are housed, [including this post on the basic set up for the AU]. not necessary to read but there if you want to

- angella has always put her emotions away and hated being vulnerable, so that becomes more predominant now that she’s transformed. the spell of obtainment works off of the main goal and motive the user has. angella’s main goal and motive was to have enough power to eradicate the horde and restore order to etheria. she’s motivated to do so as a good leader. so the spell feeds into and pushes her ideas of being a good leader to top spot priority and makes them stronger.

- magic has always been one of the most powerful resources (next to military weaponry, which is primarily used by the horde) so she enlists the help of mystacore’s military, which is where light spinner comes in.

- LS’s injury has left her unable to perform strong feats of magic so she has stepped down from her posiiton, leaving michah to take it. though she is largely on leave until she fully recovers, she still hangs around micah and casta. kinda like the way seniors sometimes hang around administrators - she has nothing to do except offer advice and research (read also: annoy the shit out of mystacore’s two most prominant leaders). this is how angella and LS meet and develop a bit of a relationship.

- they take down the horde and restore scorpia’s kingdom (scorpia’s parents are still alive, as at this point the horde hasn’t taken over the kingdom yet)

- as a result of using her magic take down so many horde soldiers, the spell of obtainment has weakened Angella’s connection to to brightstone and she starts having trouble drawing from its powers. at first she doesnt notice as the spell of obtainment draws power from the life power of others, which it was draining from the horde soldiers. after a few weeks of peace, she uses up the energy stored up, starts to feel weak, and realizes she can’t draw on the brightsone’s power anymore. she contacts mystacore for help.

- light spinner still holds her career at a priority and recognizes that she is largely a vestigial part of mystacore. she sees that the queen’s unique disorder of magic is an area she can be of use, without having to actually use her own magic. the queen already knows light spinner and agrees to have her stay in the castle. light spinner makes it super clear that this is a job, not a favour (everybody is in a bit of a recession right now bc of the rebellion/war, and money is a bit hard to come by, especially for LS who’s on leave. its a paid leave but she’s still not making as much as she used to and she also refuses to ask michah or casta for help). angella agrees but secretly considers this a favour to mystacore.

Act Two

- angella and LS bond the longer LS is in the kingdom. they spend a lot of time together as LS conducts observational research on angella’s abilities and magic properties. every other day they spend about an hour doing this. on the days they dont meet, LS is going through library materials to figure out whats going on with angella’s connection with the brightstone.

- she takes her breaks in the castle gardens and starts attending to them as a hobby in her down time

- eventually they figure out that they can make an artificial connection by chipping off a small piece of the brightstone and attaching to to angella via a pendant or sth (like the piece of the black garnet shadow weaver embedded in her mask). the risk ofc is that sacrificing the purity of the brightstone by severing a piece of it will lessen its power. angella wont do it for several reasons including: the brightstone is a symbol of her kingdom and she would hate to disgrace it for the sake of her power. also the spell of obtainment makes it so that she has trouble seeing the bigger picture - so she’s more fixated on the downsides of taking a piece of the brightstone.

- they maybe have a fight about this, idk it depends on what the character building demons say when/if i sit down to write this. if they do fight, it’ll be for the sake of character development and they’ll eventually make up.

- LS has a hard time finding methods other than physically draining the life out of others to keep angella’s magic together (and also to keep angella alive, since the spell of obtainment is parasitic in nature). she leaves to go back to mystacore because they have a more extensive library on dark magic. angella eventually loses her magic and then she starts feeling physically weaker. she sends a scroll to LS asking for updates.

- LS has somebody teleport her to brightmoon. at this point she cares about angella enough to want to do anything to help her. she tells angella to take some of her magic. angella, who isn’t very in control of her power right now, accidentally takes all of LS’s magic. unlike my original draft, LS doesn’t lose her memories. she just passes out for a few hours. when she wakes up, her magic is in a very weak state - just barely there.

Act Three

- though she has power again, angella feels extremely bad for what she’s done and does her best to make sure LS is comfortable while she takes a few days to recover from the resulting exhaustion. LS keeps reassure angella that she doesnt blame her and she’s just glad that angella is feeling better.

- the rest of the act is dedicated to resolving angella’s connection with the brightstone, and building LS’s magic back up (by developing her plant-based magic abilities). maybe i’ll do an arc where they find baby adora and raise her together, or find a way to write glimmer back into the story, idk

[magstorrn]

ok i am desperately trying to remember as much as i can from sonic 2 (will be seeing it again in a couple days) but a few things that i loved/noticed

- i know that a few people were worried (including me) about them leaning too heavily toward the superhero angle with the whole blue justice thing, but that was mercifully really short and was just a way of showing how sonic was being overly reckless/arrogant! and it was nice to see them showing that side of him too

- i just have to say. the winter soldier line WAS annoying, but that fucking pay off?? the whole ‘bucky saves steve’ thing but with knuckes and sonic?? hello? IM LOSING IT

- unfortunately i found jim carrey insufferable in this movie but my guy deserves credit for giving 200%

- i didn’t find the movie particularly funny at any point and in fact there were many bits i found just unbelievably cringe (the siberian dance off, for one - uptown funk is so old now?? the adventure pose maybe JUST saves it). i mean... did we really need a flossing reference in both movies

- but that negative stuff aside, this was just so clearly a movie by fans for fans and i honestly think that’s why critics dont like it. the audience of this film is either a) sonic fans or b) kids and there is no in-between

- on that note!! i was LIVING for the interactions between tails + knuckles + sonic, it’s such a blessed dynamic and i loved how they all got to individually play off each other.

- there were so many facets to knuckles too - his gullibility, his vulnerability, his longing for a family, his strength and honour, his ruthlessness... like they allowed him to be a bit dumb and clueless without making him a complete joke which i adored

- knuckles and sonic bonding over their difficult pasts and sonic not blaming knuckles for longclaw’s death was really nice? like sonic really didn’t want to fight him. and BABY KNUCKLES. knuckles’ dad! ken penders is losing his shit

- this movie was just so deeply and unashamedly earnest (even with the power of friendship stuff and emphasis on family!!) that i couldnt help but smile through most of it. 

- oh man, i just. all the clever references to the games?? the sonic 06 reference! the unleashed reference! even the thing with the chilli dog falling from the sky felt like a black knight reference!!

- seriously was losing my fucking MIND during the super sonic scene. it just encapsulated for me how long it feels since ive seen a movie like this that gives the fans what they want! I mean?? the chaos emeralds?? sonic’s design including the floating quills and the red eyes?? he looked soOOOO COOL

- knuckles talking about ice cream DID NOT DISAPPOINT. i really didnt expect them all to be just hanging out together at the end but that fucken killed me man

- GUN!!!

- TONED DOWN OLIVE GARDEN REFERENCES THANK YOU

- the human characters 100% got shafted but uhhh. i didnt mind it all that much?? and there was that huge moment with maddie and tom accepting sonic as their son and sonic talking tom dad like,.. that’s pretty important

- colleen was soooo good she just seamlessly slotted in and it was so nice to hear her voice throughout!!

- i loved seeing how the bits in the trailers were chopped and changed and moved out of context, it was cool to see how everything actually slotted together in the movie

- it was interestng how they’ve made it so the chaos emeralds are components of the master emerald rather than a separate thing? to the point where super sonic was said to have absorbed the power of the master emerald rather than the chaos emeralds... but its nbd tbh

- SHADOW SHADOW SHADOW!!!!! SHadoW!! he looked so good - if anything it looked like the red fur around his eyes was more obvious? he also looked kinda sad : ‘( i cannot wait to see his final design! so i assume the next movie is going to be pretty much just sa2 with a few changes? it doesnt really surprise me - shadow is just way too popular, and it felt like it was foreshadowed by the sa-2 on the gun helicopter. i like to think this means amy will be introduced too!

[biggest-stupidhead]

Hello! I usually don’t request much so I hope Im doing this right. I absolutely loved the fic where the reader accidentally breaks Levi’s nose and saw that you would be willing to write a 3rd part! So if someone hasn’t already asked, may I request a part where Levi and the reader slowly fall in love. ( Maybe a little flirting along the way from the reader 😗) Eventually one of them confesses and Levi is all flustered and shy ( I heard that he stutters around his crush but I don’t know if that’s confirmed! I just thought that it was adorable🥺)

I found your blog recently and loved your writing so I couldn’t resist requesting! Sorry if this seems a little vague. Feel free to do whatever! Thank you~

yesssss!!! thank u so much for the support anon 🥺 and this was a perfect request thank u for sending it in! 

Summary: Late night paper work and early afternoon naps. 

Word Count: 3.4K (I got a little carried away 🤭)

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In the four years that you had been in the survey corps, this was by far the busiest. You had been working under Sis, until recently when Hange began the tedious process of transferring you onto her squad. Just when she was about finished, the whole Trost situation arose, putting your transfer on pause. And by the end of it, after Eren’s trial you had just kind of...settled into a vague routine of working with Levi and Hange squads. Bouncing between the two of them. But now as you sat in front of Erwin’s desk, Levi leaning casually against the desk, looking over Erwin’s shoulder as he signed off on some last minute details. 

“Alright then... that settles it (Y/n)! Levi is under your care now!” He teased, earning a sharp jab in the ribs from Levi. 

“I do hope that you are a night owl as well.” Erwin continued to relentlessly tease him, and your hand flew to your mouth to cover the smile and little giggle threatening to spill out. 

“I think that we’ll manage just fine Commander.” You said, smirking at Levi who was glaring at the back of Erwin’s blonde head. 

“Oh I know you will (Y/n).” Erwin picked up his stack of papers and tapped them against his desk before passing them over to you. You smiled up at him and stretched a hand across to shake, his warm hand closed over your own. 

“Thank you sir.” You glanced at Levi who was now practically pouting as he stood impatiently by the door. 

“Better get going, Levi isn’t the most patient.” Erwin whispered to you with a sly smirk and a wink. You let that laugh loose now as you stood from your chair and held the papers to your chest. 

“I’ll see you around Commander.” You said with a little wave as you joined Levi at the door. He opened the door and basically stormed out into the corridor. 

“Anxious to get to work Captain?” You teased as you matched his steps, which were brisk and surprisingly long despite his size. 

“Don’t get cocky, I’m still your superior.” Levi reminded you, since this was a new unfamiliar side of you that he was unfamiliar with, he had no clue how to handle you. Maybe he could find a way to ask Hange about this foreign side of you without drawing too much attention to himself? No that was nearly impossible, damn four eyes was too keen on the little details. 

“No need to worry Captain, I know how the chain of command works around here.” You said as you paused in front of his office, waiting for him to use his key and let you in. He just rolled his eyes, not sure if he was more interested in having this version around or more annoyed. He shook these thoughts off, it was far too late for him to double back on his request for you to become his assistant now. You settled into the chair across from him and began to flip through the paper work that Erwin had just given to you. Levi returned to writing the condolence letters that he had been working on before Erwin had called for the two of you. It was late afternoon, nearly dinner time. Levi usually only got a small portion of food and brought it back to his office to eat. He hadn’t expected you to do the same. But when he dismissed you for dinner you instead offered to bring his meal to him. A bit bashfully, he accepted your offer, and was even more surprised when you came in with two portions and a tray of tea. 

You seemed unbothered with not sitting with your peers, Levi almost tricked himself into believing that you were choosing to spend time with him over the others. But he quickly dismissed those thoughts, knowing that it was most likely the paperwork that was keeping you here. He continued to sneak glances at you through out the evening, waiting for you to ask if you could be dismissed. But you remained silent and focused on the paper work before you. Levi realized that the two of you managed to finish work that usually took him all night to finish, well before midnight. He was unsure of what to do with this free time as he watched you stand and stretch. 

“Same thing tomorrow Captain?” You said with a sleepy smile on your face. Levi’s eyes narrowed and he nodded, waving you off. 

“See you first thing in the morning then.” You said over your shoulder as you left the office, closing his door softly behind you. Levi blinked dumbly after you, he felt so very...confused. He had never felt this flutter in his chest before, or the tightness in his stomach at seeing you leave. Levi stayed awake late into the night, mulling over the way that he had felt when he watched you leave, the excitement that had sparked inside of him at your promise to see him in the morning. 

He even caught himself wondering what it would be like to have you with him all night. Not necessarily in a sexual way, but in a way in which he could see you right before he fell asleep, and again when he first opened his eyes. The thought brought those butterflies back into this stomach, fluttering around in the most annoying way. 

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The next few days continued in a similar pattern, you kept that same sass, often surprising him with your own crass jokes that rivaled his. It was a particularly sunny Sunday afternoon, the only day that soldiers had off out of the week. He had offered the day off for you but you had refused, and now you were looking like you regretted that decision. Your head was held precariously on the palm of your hand while your other hand flew across the paper as you wrote. Your eyes were closing every now and then, and Levi would pause when they did. Waiting to see if you had finally succumbed to sleep that had been chasing you all day seemingly. 

“What?” You mumbled, eyes still closed, pen hanging limply from your fingers. 

“Hm?” Levi hummed, eyes snapping back down onto his paper in a desperate attempt at looking innocent. 

“Do I have ink on my face or something?” You asked as you set the pen down and rubbed your hands down the sides of your face. 

“No... but you’re no help to me if you keep nodding off. Go take a nap and come back when you’re rested.” Levi said, waving you off, despite how badly he wanted you to stay. 

“Mkay.” You sighed as you opened your eyes just a crack as you stood and grabbed your jacket off of the chair. Levi paused his work to watch you leave, but he was surprised when you only crossed the room and fell limply onto his love seat. He scoffed as you placed the jacket over your face and curled up into a fetal position. Levi tried in vain to refocus, but the sight of you napping made him surprisingly tired as well. He placed his pen down with a loud sigh and leaned back, closing his eyes as he enjoyed the warm sunlight streaming in from his window. 

“Captain, come sit with me.” Your voice was gravely from sleep as you sat up and smiled at him. His heart did a backflip and then ran a mile around his chest at the sight of you in the sun, eyes half open as you looked at him a tad pleadingly. 

“Move over.” He simply replied as he stood from the desk and crossed the room. He leaned down and moved your feet, sitting down where they once were. He sighed contently as he rested his arm over the back of the couch and stretched his legs out underneath the coffee table. He jumped when your feet fell onto his lap, his other hand reached instinctively to swat them off and you whimpered when he did so. 

“Chill out Levi, it’s off the clock.” You mumbled as you sat up and shot him a playful smirk. 

“Go back to sleep idiot.” He said, reaching up and shoving your head back down onto the sofa. You let out a strangled laugh at his actions and he felt his heart do another little flip at the sound. You sat up, hair mussed and eyes still foggy with sleep. 

“Careful Levi, you wouldn’t want to get into another fight with me. We both remember how our last one turned out.” You teased, leaning forward and tapping the tip of his nose with your pointer finger. He scoffed in disbelief as you sat up and leaned back into the couch. He became hyper aware of how close you were now, your hand so close to his thigh that he could feel your pinky brushing the fabric of his pants. 

“You got lucky. Next time I won’t underestimate you.” He said with another dramatic roll of his eyes. 

“Ah so you admit that you would like a rematch?” You asked shuffling closer so your thigh pressed against his. He whipped his head to look away from you and hide his blush. 

“E-Eventually.” He tried to cover his mild stutter by clearing his throat, if you had noticed, you didn’t comment on his flustered state. 

“Just name the time and place, and I’ll be there.” You chuckled scooting away from him much to his disappointment. 

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After that afternoon Levi found himself almost desperately seeking your presence. Admittedly, he was hogging you, denying Hange from “borrowing” you for experiments, making up embarrassing excuses for you to stay later into the evenings. If you minded, you didn’t say anything. One particular evening Levi found that he had run out of excuses to keep you, and was about to dismiss you when you surprised him. 

“Are you tired?” You asked, rather out of pocket as you leaned back on your heels from scrubbing his floor. 

“Not one bit.” Levi said honestly, he knew that you were aware of his bad sleeping habits. 

“Good, come with me.” You said, dropping the dirty rag in your hands back into the bucket. Levi was eager to follow you out of his office, which smelled of cleaning chemicals and lemons, as always. You led him through the empty corridors and out into the courtyard. You turned and started walking backwards so you could face him as you spoke. 

“Up for a midnight ride?” You asked cheekily, Levi’s brow furrowed but he found the extra alone time with you all too enticing to pass up. 

“I suppose...” He was abruptly cut off by your hand closing around his wrist, you dragged him the rest of the way to the stables. Levi went to get his tack, but you simply grabbed the reigns for your horse, you led the palomino out of her stall, Levi looked at you skeptically as he held his saddle and the blanket. 

“No time for any of that, if we don’t hurry, we’ll miss it.” You said with a charming smile on your lips. Levi found himself foregoing the saddle like you had and just taking his reigns for his black mare. Once the two of you were ready you both spurred your horses into a light trot. Levi shifted uncomfortably, he had never ridden bareback, yet you looked more than natural in the uncomfortable position. You led the way, heading off into the woods behind HQ, the trail was narrow and a tad tedious, but it was a rather short ride. You stopped along the tree line, a wide field sprawling before you. The tall grass was glowing with fireflies, swaying in the summer breeze. A small creek was between the forest and the rest of the field. 

“Shall we cross?” You asked, turning to him to gauge his reaction. He shrugged and shifted once more on his mare’s back. 

“I’ll take that as a yes.” You giggled as you kicked your horse to move forward. Your own mare waded fearlessly into the water, crossing the stream in a few steps. Levi’s own mare was undaunted by the creek, Levi was another story, he pulled his feet up in an attempt to keep them dry as his mare splashed through the water. Once on the other side you dropped off of your horse and tied it to a nearby log. Levi followed your lead and tied up his horse as well. Once that was finished you beckoned for him to follow you once more. You led him through the tall grass, to a small clearing where the grass had been pressed down, clearly someone or something had been laying there. 

“I come out here to think.” You explained as you fell onto your butt and patted the space beside you. The crickets and tree frogs sang in the background and Levi furrowed his brow but eventually sank down to sit next to you. Pleased with this, you laid the rest of the way back and looked up at the night sky. 

“Seems a bit loud to be a thinking place.” Levi quipped as he leaned back on his hands and stretched his legs out. 

“Hm maybe. Truthfully I don’t get much thinking done when I’m here. I just....sit.” You shrugged, eyes distant as you looked up at the stars. 

“I see.” Levi wasn’t sure how to respond, but his head buzzed with thoughts, when did you come out here? Was it because he was overworking you? Why did you bring him out here? You rolled onto your side and reached out, gripping his wrist lightly, bringing his attention off of the sky and on to you. 

“Hm?” He hummed wordlessly as he looked down at you with a raised brow. 

“Lay with me?” You smiled a bit sheepishly and Levi felt his cheeks flare up at the sight of you bathed in moonlight, eyes wide and pleading, your mouth curled up into a knowing smile. He huffed, feigning frustration as he slumped the rest of the way into the grass and crossed his arms behind his head. He laid perfectly still, waiting to see what you would do next, he heard the sound of you shuffling closer, so that your head rested just below his arm, your side pressed against his own. It was clumsy and painfully awkward for a moment, as you waited for Levi to shuffle away or welcome you into his embrace. But he remained deathly still, and you knew that you would have to be the one to initiate the affection, not really a surprising discovery. You inhaled deeply as you steeled your nerves before you scooted up and rested your head on Levi’s bicep. You heard him suck in a deep breath as well. But he extended his arm and wrapped it around your shoulders after a tense moment. The frogs seemed to grow louder as you looked up at him, his head was craned down to look at you. His cheeks were flushed an adorable pink color, his brows furrowed still, his mouth was in a flat line as he looked down at you. 

“What’s with the face?” you whispered, reaching a free hand up to gently tap his bruised nose. 

“What face?” Levi grumbled, grabbing your wrist and holding it tightly in his grasp. You chuckled and opened your hand to rest it on his cheek, thumb grazing the soft skin on his face. 

“That one.” You giggled as you shuffled impossibly closer and leaned up so that your breaths mingled. Levi lifted his chin a bit, he had never kissed someone before, something that he was very self conscious about. But you seemed to take this in stride as you propped yourself up on your elbow, his arm that you had been laying on quickly wrapped around your waist as you leaned over him. The stars disappeared behind your face as you smiled down at him, hair curtaining over him as you leaned in once more. This time he remained still, the warmth of your breath on his lips once more, His eyes abandoned yours in favor of looking at your lips, which were opened slightly as you tilted your head to the side. A soft chuckle escaped you as you hovered over his mouth with yours. 

“I hope...that I’m not crossing any boundaries.” You were so close to him now that when you spoke, your lips grazed his. Levi had never wanted to kiss someone as badly as he wanted to kiss you in this moment. 

“Shut up and-” 

“And what captain? Kiss you?” You teased, and he blushed impossibly harder, you could tell he was flustered based off of the way his cheek burned under your open palm. 

“Yes...” He mumbled after a moment of silence. You let out another airy laugh before leaning down and planting your lips on his. You gently took his bottom lip between your own and he timidly returned the kiss. You sighed at the feeling of his returned affections and Levi was sure that his heart was going to explode as you relaxed into him once more. After a moment you pulled away and smiled dazzlingly at him, the moonlight did wonders for your complexion, casting you in an ethereal glow. He knew now that he needed to see you in the first rays of light to confirm his theory: That no matter what time of day, you always looked impossibly beautiful. 

“What are you thinking about?” You quizzed, leaning down and pecking a kiss to his lips before he could answer. 

“I’m thinking-” another kiss, this time to the corner of his mouth. 

“that it’s-” this time you placed a kiss just below his earlobe. 

“C-Can you stop?” He stuttered as he turned and avoided you planting another kiss behind his ear. 

“Mmm fine.” You pouted, but buried your face into his neck, waiting for him to finish his sentence from earlier. 

“I said: I’m thinking that it’s almost daybreak.” He finished, pointing up at the sky, which was turning pink along the eastern side of the field. You groaned and nuzzled further into his neck. 

“Then let’s ride back and go to sleep. It’s Sunday after all, we can sleep in.” you mumbled, placing an open mouthed kiss to his collar bone. His hand fell back onto your back, he could feel your muscles flex as you rolled the rest of the way on top of him, resting your full weight on his stomach. 

“You’ll need to get off of me for that to happen.” He huffed as his other hand left your wrist to push you playfully off of his stomach. You moaned pitifully as you fell back onto the damp grass. 

“So tragic.” You said as Levi stood and brushed the grass off of his plain clothes. You finally got to your feet and did the same, eager to ride back and go to bed. 

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The two of you made it back before sunrise, the sky turning pinker by the minute. After you had put your horses away you both hurried back up to his office, where his private quarters was attached. Levi kicked his boots off and you did as well, not wanting to dirty his floor that you both spent so much time cleaning. He lifted the covers for you and you dove beneath them, Levi laid down next to you and you cuddled up close, looking up with those soft eyes of yours. His nose was still purple and had a small bandage covering his cut. You leaned up and planted a gentle kiss to the tip of it before pulling away. 

“Next time I won’t go easy on you.” You teased breath fanning over his lips once more. Levi huffed and angled his head impatiently seeking your mouth. You chuckled and met him halfway, closing your mouth over his with another satisfied sigh. 

In the end, Levi got what he wanted. You fell asleep in his bed, bathed in the morning light, curled into his side as he felt sleep overcoming him. This was the first time that you stayed with him the entirety of the night, and Levi was determined to never spend a night alone again. 

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PLEASE. I’M SO VERY SOFT FOR LEVI RN. 

I already read the manga and I can’t bring myself to watch the last two episodes, I’m not mentally stable enough for that right now. So this is how I cope. 💁‍♀️

[littlefoxwithbighat]

Hi! This is talking about the plot of the dream smp in a meta sense and its a bit negative. The person behind this blog wants to remind you that you can skip if it's not for you and they still love the SMP. :)

ALL DISCUSSION IS ABOUT CHARACTERS. DON'T ATTACK CCS OR I WILL STEAL YOUR KNEECAPS.

I can't lie; I'm really annoyed and worried at the way the writers are handling Tommys character at the moment, and am increasingly concerned about it messing up the plot.

I wasn't very happy with the finale. I don't think that means all is lost, I think they can pull it back but it's going to take some work. I was worried about the way that things were handled before but the green festival was actually very well handled, so my worries were mostly assuaged. But yesterday? I don't know.

The fact nobody lost a cannon death is kind of disappointing. The weight of blowing up an entire city/ (country?) brutally is somewhat lost if there is no human loss. Nobody was hurt physically and the only people this had a big mental impact on was Tommy and Tubbo, everyone else wasn't very attached to L'manburg or had gone rogue, or were detatched from the while situation. And maybe it's the fact it's happened to them before or that they still have each other or that it seems odd/ frustrating that they still care so much about this place or that it was always a losing battle and they knew it, but I dont find myself really pitying them like I probably should. And I think that comes down to character growth or lack thereof, which I'll discuss later.

Niki and Fundy have started a villain arc, or at least a violent nihilism arc, and I actually don't mind it, in fact I'm a fan but it wasnt really foreshadowed, or really just showing them cracking as much as it should have been. I would guess this has mostly been started for both of them to tie Niki into the plot and I can't blame her for wanting that. Fundys acting is very good, and I REALLY hope the writers handle this well. For Fundy, regarding the fact that his father is going to be resurrected and that Fundy is following in his footsteps... If the writers don't realise that connection and make this a big step in Fundys narrative I will scream. Also Funboo bros are very interesting character foils and I hope their relationship is maintained so that they can play of off each other and also man I just really want them to keep being friends, it's a generally positive healthy relationship that makes both characters sympathetic and we need that right now. As for Niki, her character motivations seem to be mostly centered around Tommy and on the one hand I'm like ehhhh, because Tommy's character already gets a disproportionate amount of attention in terms of narrative, and I get it, but recently he's been a bit TOO much of the protagonist for a multi-person POV improve server... and I'm apprehensive. However on the other hand this has potential for a nice confrontation between Tommy and Niki. If that happens I want Tommy to be aware that this is going to happen and not talk over Niki, and I don't want it to be brushed over. I think it would be best if it was just the two of them. This also gives a nice chance for Tommy to examine his trauma with Dream and explain his motivations and Niki to get her anger out. I also want it to end positively, because it absolutely can and lack of communication when the viewer knows how to fix it is OK as a plot device sometimes but incredibly frustrating if it keeps happening (cough, Tommy and Techno).

Ranboo is reacting to the plot amazingly and I have as usual only praise for him, go, you funky enderman boy, go.

Wilbur is getting resurrected which is a thousand percent because Will wants the plot back and honestly I don't really mind, I think he'll do a good job. However I really hope he speaks to everybody about their characters, particularly Fundy, Ranboo and Niki because I don't want their characterisation and arcs to be thrown away.

Tubbo is doing very well, and I don't have many complaints to be honest. I hope he continues to get in with the acting with no shame, because he's an amazing VA when he wants to be, but sometimes he undercuts serious moments a little too much by laughing. Same criticism for Phil actually. But both are doing good.

On the theme of that, while I don't mind tension relievers or humour in serious moments there are sometimes too many. It was a lot worse about a month back and it was improving, but it seems to be creeping back in and ehhh. It's kind of Marvel-esque and not in a good way? I think it has a lot to do with bloopers and for some reason there are loads at the moment? Like Wilburs arc had almost none and this arc there's at least 2 every moment. Which isn't always their fault but maybe they need to take more steps to prevent them.

Techno is doing OK, he's quite a meta character so I'm not too mad about him undercutting serious moments but sometimes he does do it too much or in the wrong place. Like making jokes about Connor completely over the top of Tommy and Tubbos reunion, you know an event which has been foreshadowed for yoinks, prevented them from getting a proper flow going and kind of ruined it. And that made the reunion really dissapointing, which is a shame because it could have been so cool. However his characterisation is consistent and dedicated, his goals and relationships are clear and he's getting humanised more which is nice, and his monologues are great. I'm curious to see what he does now NL'M is gone but I have total faith in him.

Now Tommy. Oh Tommy. His character is such a mess at the moment, which is a shame because there were moments I saw people doubting his character choices and I was behind him.

Firstly the relationship with Techno fell apart. That was inevitable. Tommy didn't care about anarchy and Techno didn't care about the discs and both of their goals would impede the others. But the way Tommy talks about Techno is so... No? And now I understand that Tommy is going to have a biased perspective on the whole situation, and that's fine and good, but his character is so wrong about Techno it feels weird and painful? Like even from his perspective it went down differently to how he talks about it. They don't listen to each other and it's like watching two people scream at a wall.

The issue is the relationship was fairly well developed. I struggle to see Tommy saying he saw Techno as a friend but Techno never saw him as a friend because hold on, what? Techno, here's a respiration helmet because of that one of thing you told me about your trauma, a disc because those make you happy, plus top tier armour and weaponry, plus I'm going to spend time with you, calm you down from panic attacks, hide you and protect you from Dream, let you wander around L'manburg and achieve your own goals and help you plan things out Techno and Tommy didn't get ANYTHING from that? Plus after Techno opens up about his goals and his trauma, do the one thing that would hurt him the most, (use and then betray him) and then directly oppose his goals after he helped me? Ugh. It just leaves a bad taste in my mouth. I know he would never let Tubbo get hurt and thats fine, but there were ways around that. If you're framing this character as the protagonist, then he needs to be sympathetic or at least grow and Tommy using Techno again without remorse and then refusing to listen to his perspective or show any gratitude for anything makes it difficult for viewers to empathise with him in my opinion. Have him betray Techno and then listen to Techno when he explains why Tommys betrayal hurt him and apologise, fine. Have him listen to Techno and try and find a way to keep Tubbo safe regardless, fine. Have him betray Techno but apologetically and still trying to avoid Techo getting crushed or killed, fine. But THIS? Im sympathetic towards Tommys character but this throws away so much potential character development for Tommy, where at least he saw Techno as a person, and not only that but a nice person who despite everything has set aside everything to help him? And then for him to be exactly where he was at the end of season 1, both literally, and emotionally ? I understand this is a child soldier with trauma but this is supposed to be our protagonist and if he doesn't grow, and isn't sympathetic and destroys someone we care about, how can we root for him?

Now all of this could be forgivable, not great, but forgivable, if Tommy had moved on from the discs. The Goddamn Discs™. And the worse part is all the dominoes were lined up to suggest he had! We had his moment of "he watched me" where he realised Dream was the villain and controlling him, "I've become worse than everyone I hated" good, amazing, I see where this is going, "The discs were worth more than you ever were!" and then he retracts and apologises and you think horray! Tommy has realised the discs were being used to control him and if he doesn't care about them, they hold no value! Now he's going to realise that his friends are more important and he's going to stop going after the discs. His new character motivation can be killing Dream and protecting his friends, especially Tubbo. It's clearly angled this way, and this way the plot progresses and Tommy with it. What marvellous character development. Look at him go.

And THEN, after everything that's happened he says the most important thing is the disc and I want them back!?!? EH !!? Why... Who... Who gave the OK on that writing decision? That's so static and boring and unsympathetic! And then he's back to asking people do fight for L'manburg? What?

I'll be honest I was kind go hoping either Tommy or Tubbo would die with L'manburg. I didn't mind it they didn't, there are a thousand ways to make the plot work without them dying, but this was not a great one.

PLEASE let Tommy have some growth. Yes he's had some from not caring about L'manburg to fighting for it in season one, but that was ages ago and he doesnt seem to have changed since then in any way that really counts. And I know this is harsh and he's traumatised but you have to understand I am talking about this in a sense of characters and narrative and NOT in terms of real life. Tommy needs to be better and dynamic because he is a charcacter and I want him to be a good one.

Having said all that, here are my thoughts on the future of the SMP.

Firstly, I am worried that becuse it is such a good source of content, especially for Tommy that they will never ever kill his character and leave him fighting with Dream for eternity. And I love the Dream SMP but I've seen stories that get dragged out for plot or content, and however much you think you want it to never end, let me tell you, yes you do. It will get stale and repetitive and I want the dream smp, or at least Tommys arc to go out with a beautiful and brilliant and fabulous plot ending instead of being dragged into the dirt. And then maybe new characters take the spotlight. Just please god give it a goode ending.

I also really hope they don't throw other things away to make Tommy the centre of attention, especially if it's destructive to the plot, or kind of weird and obnoxious.

Secondly, I am intrigued about the prison and Schlatts book to Dream and Technos favour and the egg and what that entails and I hope they really think through those plot points carefully and make them work, and don't forget them or throw them away.

Thirdly, I am intrigued for Wilburs return and hope that he manages to fix it cohesively without too crazy a change of pace and style and keeping characters (especially Ranboo and Fundy and Niki) consistent.

I hope they prep for the future and think things thought and communicate with each other.

It might be interesting to see other countries finally discussed but I don't know how much that would intefere with other plot points so we'll see.

That's all! Reminder that this is about characters and plot and this is just a few criticisms. I love the dream smp, but there are somethings I wanted to get of my chest. Please be respectful and feel free to discuss in the notes. Also, again, no hate to any CCs!

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Congrats on 100!!! 💕 maybe for the writing request a hc list or maybe a character analysis on nyo Romano? 👉👈

of course! and thank you! this is sort of a combo of both? but here ya go, i hope you like it!

her name is chiara leandra vargas. i feel like maybe that didnt need to be said but also the name lovina, while similar to actual italian names, annoys me because its just tacking an a onto the end of lovino which isnt a name. i do think lavinia is kinda cute tho, although my favorite L names are leandra and larissa. 

i dont think italy had an equivalent to the Women’s Land Army (in Britain and the US, during WW1 and WW2, female civilians were organized into little farming communities to replpace the labor shortage caused by men going into the military), but that’s basically how i imagine her fashion sense is. just. this

also related to ww2 she was 100% in the resistence

she cuts her own bangs

one of her many jobs throughout history was a rollerskating waitress. i have absolutely no historical basis for this. it is the Vibe

on another fashion note, she tends to either dress similarly to the style of the WLA uniform or like. she’s trying to win at fashion week. 

chiara also makes the majority of her own clothes, with a preference for sewing by hand. i think that the nations are sort of treated like royalty by their governments, i imagine she’s had a lot of very nice clothes throughout the years, and there are certain things that she just misses, and modern technology can’t recreate her faves, so she likes to make stuff for herself. her level of involvement for getting the materials really varies too. if she’s feeling it, she might go out and shear a sheep. if that’s not the vibe she’d just as easily go to a fabric store and buy a couple meters of cotton. 

this is sort of related to another hc but she does not give a flying fuck about how feminine her wardrobe is anymore.

as an immortal woman, chiara tends to not particularly care about gender as a concept. she’s south italy, what more do you care, ya know? i think her relationship with her gender is a bit complex but also as simple as “well italia is feminine so it makes sense that im a woman.” like a lot of the female nations, i imagine she’s very strong and hasnt always been taken seriously by even the members of her own government, so it’s been hard, but she genuinely doesnt care anymore how people see her. because of that, she’s a much lighter person than she used to be, to the extent that other nations will comment on it. like...i think when she met russia again in the 20th century he was like wow you’re so chill what did you do to chiara? you know? and though she’s not like, fully happy and at peace with everything related to her gender, she’s just sort of over it, ya know? 

she has an interesting relationship with religion. i think she sees herself as being A Very Good Catholic™, but is she though? once again, as an immmortal, i dont think chiara’s very attached to religion as a concept, mostly because she cannot go to heaven, because she cannot die. well, she could, but she’s over 2000 years old and she doesnt look like she’s going anywhere soon, so. at this point she just sort of goes with what the church says, and if she disagrees with that, will make her own interpretation of the bible. and if she doesn’t like what the bible has to say, she’ll fall back on her own opinions. she has a little bit of catholic guilt about it

she’s definitely got some weird feelings about catholicism and how people can use it in ways that hurt others. its a bit conflicting, because the vatican is literally in her heart but she also doesn’t really like everything that comes out of it. at the end of the day she sort of prioritizes being a good person over being a good christian, although that’s not really how she sees it in her own head. 

she prefers to wear looser clothing. stuff that hides the shape of her hips and chest. this is because she’s often been told that she couldn’t fight or that she shouldn’t fight, because she’s a woman, but if you tell miss chiara vargas not to do something. She Will. i know that in hetalia canon female characters are shown to be soldiers too, like hungary, although im not sure if that’s the most historically accurate. i also think it might’ve been harder for nyo romano, because a lot of romano’s character is defined by his relationships with veneziano and with spain, during which both of them try to protect him from harm at every turn (screams in veneziano trying to make sure romano doesnt have to stress himself out with work while also implying that he thinks romano is lazy and incapable and thereby making him even more stressed because he thinks his brother hates him-). so if nyo romano is operating under those same frameworks and dynamics as her male counterpart, i think that spain and vene might have tried to fight for her a lot. that annoyed chiara for obvious reasons but also did wind up. preventing her from fighting a lot. i think that she was definitely involved in all military conflicts involving south italy, but not necessarily fighting for all of it, you know? anyway, all that is to say that i think she’d have people to sneak around if she wanted to fight, so she would need to disguise herself in order to do so. 

side note while she was like. an infantryman or whatever she definitely used that as a chance to explore her bisexuality. chiara would make a damn fine soldier and village girls think so too

lactose intolerant but still eats so much cheese because as south italy she legally has to. she suffers in silence because soy/almond/oat milk dont cut it for cheese. however, if she’s feeling a coffee with milk, she will use one of the non-dairy alternatives.

has had a crush on half of europe at some point

also had a thing with cuba for a time. borrowing the hc from the cumano server that cuba re-taught her how to speak spanish but The Correct Cuban Way and now she’s like. fucking carribean sounding. whenever chiara gets in a fight with spain she’ll lay on the cuban accent extra thick, because its fun to watch isabel pull her hair out sometimes :)

amazing singing voice

really good at makeup and only uses her skills for things that are sexy and evil

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SFW Alphabet - Ramsay Snow

OhhHHHh BOy lets uh, lets do it guys. Let’s chill with Ramsay boy. Damn you Iwan Rheon

Sorry for slow updates, its been uh …. Week, for everyone, and im slowly getting back into my old groove. I’m tryna catch up with requests, which is what this is!

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

When Ramsay wants you in his arms or misses tasting your lips, he seeks you out immediately. Oftentimes, his affection is overwhelming and he usually disregards whatever you’re in the middle of. His hugs can be too tight, his kisses are hungry and rough. He doesn't know how else to be; that's just his default.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

His capacity for actual friendship is questionable, but Ramsay knows how to fake amiability. He can be very charming when he puts his mind to it, and he has several like-minded men who follow him, although you question if that's actual "friendship". 

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

You'd notice that Ramsay would get into these moods where he wanted you close as possible, so he'd capture you in an embrace and stubbornly keep you in it until he's satisfied. If it's during the day, fine, but when he does it at night you get too warm … well, it's not terrible when it's cold outside. He always holds too tight, and if you're shorter, he always rests his chin on your head. His grip loosens when he falls asleep, so you can wiggle out easier if it's getting too hot.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Ramsay never had interest in such things, even with his father lecturing him about having a proper highborn wife and producing heirs. It's not interesting enough for him, and while he did marry you, you were something of an exception. For cooking, he's actually quite good at cleaning animals and roasting them, and he'll do it now and again even if there's a full kitchen staff in the Dreadfort. Cleanliness is another matter entirely. He's finally dressing like a proper lord, but he'll still leave his things in disarray.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

… Messily. 

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He initially had little regard for commitment. He had all sorts of mistresses and girls, and if they became jealous or angry, he'd do away with them. He wasn't looking forward to martial duty, either. However, he makes dozens of exceptions for you, not just in this case. You two may have been arranged to marry, but he finds you far too amusing to bother straying.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

For the most part, he rarely is. Ramsay always seems overcome by some strong emotion when he’s with you, and he can be a little much in how he expresses that affection. There are times when he’s just too rough when he’s with you, especially when you’re intimate, and you need to scold him and tell him to knock it off. There are times when he appears calm, but you know he’s simmering on something. However, as time went on, you began to notice that he’s had days where he’s quietly observed you or held you more carefully, as he remembered your earlier words and wanted to please you.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Ramsay wouldn’t consider his overwhelming embraces “hugs”, he’d actually find that a strange way to put it. He didn’t recall receiving anything like that in his childhood, after all, and when you give him a simple one, he pulls you into a full embrace instead. He’s very warm, and his arms are strong as he holds you tight. You can hear the rumble of his laugh as you rest against his chest. While he likes it when you hug him, he prefers his method. 

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He said those words fairly early, and at first you thought he was mocking you. Maybe he was at the time, putting on his sweet voice and petting your hair, and he only laughed when you slapped his hand away. He started saying it every other day, just to see that annoyed look on your face, or better, when you’d shove him aside. Roose told him not to agitate you, but Ramsay was having too much fun with his new “wife”.

You didn’t notice when he stopped saying it regularly, just because he had a slew of other little problems you had to deal with. Managing the Dreadfort meant there was never a dull day, between your dear husband’s hobbies and your father-in-law’s looming presence. What you did notice is that Ramsay would become increasingly more clingy, his jealousy was triggered more easily, and he was far more greedy when you slept with him. He used to just drop by a few times a week to bother you, but now he seemed to want to find you several times throughout your day.

He was getting quite attached, you noticed, which wasn’t entirely bad. Sometimes he was even sweet, even if he had that mischievous glint the whole time. Then, on a fairly innocuous day, Ramsay said the words again as he was leaving. Your ears burned a little, because they sounded different. He didn’t even seem to notice; he was already gone. For better or for worse, the Dreadfort’s bastard was very taken with you.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Ramsay is terrible with his jealousy, so you know to discourage the more unscrupulous lords and soldiers that visit the Dreadfort. Basic courtesies are fine, but you’re wary of any man giving a little too much attention to your dress or looks. Even if they’re just trying to flatter the Lady of the Dreadfort, you know it won’t end well for them if Ramsay overhears. You find it difficult to pity the more lecherous men, however. 

His jealousy manifests as possessiveness, and you’re sure that he doesn’t think through it at all. Sometimes it’s an instant reaction, pulling you to him and away from a flirting lord, sometimes it’s a more violent one, especially if he can get away with it. More than once you’d have to pull Ramsay away and soothe him, telling him to think of what his father would say. When you two are alone, he suddenly wants every part of you, leaving deep love bites on your neck and breasts while he rips at your dress. 

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Ramsay’s kisses are hard and hungry, as if he’s starved for your attention, even if you’ve been giving him plenty all night. He likes to bite at your lip and bite down to your neck, and if any blood is drawn, he wants to lick it up right away. He almost always has to hold you close or push you against a wall while he does this, which is good, because sometimes you feel a little dizzy afterward. He loves your lips and leaving love bites on your chest - you’re pretty confident he prefers dresses that are more difficult to move and unlace, just because he wants to rip them.

He isn’t too picky where you return the affections. He just wants your attention. He’ll be more than happy if you initiate the kisses first, however, it’s a surefire way to distract him from whatever he was doing. 

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

If you didn't want children, Ramsay wouldn't mind, even if it was both your duties to provide heirs. He would leave childcare to you or the septa, although sometimes looking at your child would amuse him. He'd like it if the girls took after you and the boys would be more similar to him.

Ramsay would be much more involved once the children were older. When he was feeling patient, he'd teach them archery and hunting, even the girls -- he'd be just as proud of a daughter being able to kill her first deer. If a child particularly took after him, he'd give them a hound and teach them how to train it. 

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He’s usually got a strong arm wrapped around you and bringing you close to him. Your usual morning routine is wiggling out from under him and getting ready to wash up. You’re just about to leave the bath when Ramsay finally joins you, still looking a little bleary-eyed but very awake and wanting your attention right away. He might keep you in the baths a little longer, or he’ll follow you about as you get ready. Some mornings you wake up cold and realize he left at some point; he eventually joins you again at breakfast, completely awake and full of energy. You can only imagine what he was getting up to. 

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Ramsay prefers to go to bed at the same time as you, but sometimes he gets completely absorbed in… whatever his amusement of the day is, and he’ll walk into your shared chambers smelling like mud, blood and the woods. He’ll only obey your order to take a bath if you join him, and of course he’ll want to touch you and kiss you wherever he pleases. This will continue to the bed because it’s a very, very rare night when Ramsay doesn’t want his lovely wife.

He often sleeps without any clothes, or just his pants, so you’ve got a bare chest that’s as hot as a furnace to rest against… Which, in the winter, is quite nice, but otherwise can be too much. Sometimes he’s let go of you in his sleep or you’ve scooted from under him. If you’re especially cold, you can rest against his whole back and wrap your arm around his stomach. He sleeps so deeply, he doesn’t even notice when your cold feet touch him. 

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

When you first married Ramsay, he’d say the most outlandish and terrible things, just to get a reaction out of you. You learned to stop giving him the feedback he wanted and sometimes you’d say equally ridiculous and awful things, just to stun him, but he’d only be more amused. It ended up being a sort of morbid game between you two. 

“You’re late to dinner, dear husband, that’s the third time this week. Seeing your mistress, no doubt.”  

“I was, my lovely wife, but first I took care of that soldier you smiled at so much. Would you like to see him?”

“Perhaps after dinner. Did you clean up, at least? If the halls or the hounds are bloody, I’m going to be very cross.”

Roose isn’t amused by any of this. 

Ramsay would tell you truthful things when you never expected it. Sometimes he’d watch you brush your hair and suddenly mention something about his mother - what he remembered, anyway - or you’d pick up his bow and he’d eagerly tell you how he learned. The way he’d talk and look at you was very different from back when he tried to scare you.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

You can never really predict what will set Ramsay off entirely or what will just make him simmer. You know better than to say “bastard”, because you aren’t an idiot, but sometimes his temper with his men and the servants wasn’t consistent. With you, he never had any sort of explosive wrath, but you didn’t notice times when he was almost pouting because of your refusal to aknowledge whatever stupid thing he was doing at the time. If he was truly angry with you, he’d storm out of the room and take it out on some unlucky soul. 

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

You never expected Ramsay to be attentive to such things, but sometimes you’d notice he’d hunt an animal you liked to eat, or he’d present you with a dress in the color you liked. He was always so proud of himself, it was almost endearing. Some days he just needed your approval.

Unbeknownst to you, he’s far more privy to you than you ever thought. Ramsay has quite a bit of your daily schedule memorized, he knows who you talk to the most in the Dreadfort, which handmaidens you’re friends with and which of his men is perhaps a little too eager to greet you.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

For him, it had to be when you first pushed him down and straddled him. You were sick of his shit, he’d pushed you too far that day, and you bluntly told him how you felt. Ramsay held onto you in an instant but he did little else, just wanting you to get your anger out and excited to see where you went with it. 

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He’s very protective, especially as his affection for you grew. More than anything, Ramsay wanted to protect you himself. If you two were travelling somewhere, he wanted to stay at your side, even if there were guards and you told him it would be fine. If you have to be left at the Dreadfort, he likes that even less, and when the war began he’d actually train his hounds to sleep outside your room. You kept telling him it was unnecessary, but at least the hounds behaved around you. 

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Honestly, he’s pretty terrible about remembering any sort of birthday or anniversary. When you remembered his name day, he was taken aback and didn’t exactly know what he was supposed to do. Before the Dreadfort, and after he came to it, he’d never actually done anything like this. But Ramsay liked the attention you gave him, and he liked it when you were pleased with him. 

While he never actively planned them, sometimes he’d whisk you away from whatever you were doing to show you something - sometimes it was archery, sometimes it was a new horse that you might like. It always surprised you, and you were amused by how boyish he could be when he was excited by something and wanted to share it with you. Of course, you preferred the talk of horses and archery as opposed to his more … distasteful interests. 

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

You were fully aware of Ramsay’s violent actions and questionable little interests, and you wanted nothing to do with them. Compared to that, his jealousy and neediness paled, but those were still irksome when they appeared. 

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Ramsay is fairly indifferent to his hair or what he wears, but he started to like it when you fussed over him. You'd pat his hair down or brush off some dirt on his cloak, and he'd start to realize how much he liked it. Sometimes he'd be careless on purpose just to get your attention and feel your hands on him. If there was something you liked about his physical appearance, he'd start to feel a little proud about it.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He wouldn’t say as much if anyone said it, in fact, he’d probably laugh at such words. But if anything were to happen to you, or you were taken from him, Ramsay would truly feel a deep, sinking bitterness that he couldn’t shake. He’d be far more irritable, and his usual amusements wouldn’t be enough. He might become more reckless and dangerous, if anything.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Ramsay suddenly got the idea in his head to teach you archery, and he became quite single-minded in it. He liked to stand behind you and give you instruction, sometimes biting your ear or kissing your neck if he felt you weren’t paying attention. Of course you’d elbow him and try to focus. You could swear he was proud when you hit your mark, and anytime he’d spy you practicing on your own, he’d just have to watch for a few minutes before he became restless and went out to meet you.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He’s so used to women crying or begging around him, and men doing just the same. He likes the way you glare at him and defy him, even just outright ignore him. He’s no fool, Ramsay knows when you’re actually uncomfortable or even fearful, but the fact you don’t pull your steely gaze away from him and address him with such a harsh voice keeps him quite interested. 

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Ramsay sleeps like the dead. He doesn't stir or make much noise; he may as well be a sack of rocks. It takes enough strength to move out of his embrace, and you know better than to let him fall asleep on your chest. You'll be stuck there until morning. While he doesn't snore, you noticed that sometimes his eyebrows and lips will twitch. He looks unusually peaceful when he's asleep, so it's amusing to see that expression change into how he usually looks, even for just a moment. As deep as his sleep is, he's alert and ready to go shortly after he wakes up, even if his hair is in all directions. 

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For me, I find it extremely funny how I could’ve been active in the new mcyt fandom way earlier if I wasn’t petty. I saw my first dream video when he was at around 300k or so? Idk exactly but I remember he was under 1 Mil so it was like late 2019. Anyways I was going through a “mad at the world phase” because I was going through a particularly rough breakup from a two year partner and I saw one of his videos on my recommended and I watched it and liked it so I watched the rest of the vids on his channel but I never subscribed because the whole “according to YouTube statistics” thing pissed me off. Idek why, like I said I was just pissed at the world lmaoo but I basically forgot about him until I saw an animation on my recommended like in April from tweekbr0s (the soldier, poet, king one) and I’m like wait.. these designs look kinda familiar... so I did some digging (aka looked at the description) and found his channel again after months of not remembering it. And I’ve been a dteam simp since /lh anyways not sure where I was going with this but I guess Im just really proud of all of them and how far they’ve all come and I’m excited to see what the future has in store

I mean to be fair I get annoyed whenever other people do that whole “please subscribe” spiel so I don’t blame you for being petty haha. Part of me wishes desperately I could’ve been a part of the early fandom and experienced all the early stuff but idk. I discovered them all around July and just like a couple months ago actively started getting involved in fandom culture. And yeah it was animations that got me *really* into it, like beyond just the youtube videos. (idk if i’ve seen the one you’ve referenced but i will check it out). it was honestly sadist’s first war animation that got me into the smp and watching the streams and stuff

and I could probably write an entire novel addressing that last point because YES agreed. even though i don’t consider myself an OG fan i kinda joined right when they were getting huge and it’s been so so so cool to see their growth. and their growth TOGETHER! like sapnap and dream live together now, that’s just the best thing ever. and yeah the future holds so much more, i’m so excited. excited and proud :)

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Two Sides of the Commonwealth

Brotherhood of Steel. Why the hell they came to the Commonwealth was a mystery to most of the populous, but Fallon was getting real tired of the vertibirds and constant clanging of power armor as he searched the wreckage. It was stupid as all hell and getting really annoying.  Fallon kept seeing some... asshole in armor alot. Slick back blonde hair, chiseled jaw with a butt chin and angry eyes.  It was like he was stalking him or maybe he was patrolling the same area...  Clanking around like he owned the ruins, no one owned the ruins... well accept for maybe the mole rats and the mold. But this Brotherhood jerk kept stomping around and pushing him away from the ruins and acting like there was something to hide in the old police station. Fallon was getting tired of it. And so he was gonna confront the guy and stop him from...stopping him. Fallon stumbled around the wreckage, twisting the lead pipe in his hands, trying to see what was left that wasn’t taken by anyone else. Usually he was good at it, he knew what could be used for scrap.  He took note of the laser blasts in the wall, touching it with a gloved hand. Laser weapons... dangerous things. And the BOS seemed to only use them. If that guy turned sour, Fallon knew he wouldn’t survive a blast. Hell he barely knew how to take care of a normal bullet hole but one that was singed and burned was... a different thing all together. He began to hear the tell tale sign of the power armor’s hydraulics clambering around wreckage and crushing rubble under their feet. Fallon rounded the corner, smiling as he saw that it was that grumpy soldier. “Ah hey  if it ain’t tall, blonde and loud as all shit. Still here?” The blonde BOS soldier grumbled, adjusting the laser rifle in his hands. “You... how dense are you that you can’t get ‘leave and don’t come back’“ “Ah you know... a man’s gotta eat and you know I just love that scowl.”  “I need you to leave, this is area is under-” “Watch of the Brotherhood of Steel yeah I got it tattooed on my brain by now. I just wanted to ask uh.. why the hell have you been here for the last two weeks. Doesn’t the Brotherhood have something better to do or have you still not found whatever the hell your looking for? Cause listen I wanna check this place out and I need to eat.” “That is classified information to civilians.” The man growled, beginning to walk away only to have Fallon follow behind him like a parasite. “Then just... monitor me while I look around! Come on the tin can squad can’t fucking lock a place down how is that even fair? Whatever your looking for here can’t be that important it’s a run down police station! You have SO MUCH, let the little guys have something.” Fallon complained, grabbing the man’s arm only to be pushed away. “You have no right to ask or grab me...” The man lifted his rifle, aiming it at Fallon. “Why do you come back, do you want to get shot? What makes you think that I won’t shoot you, or are you just that stupid and suicidal?”  Fallon raised his eyebrows and backed up a bit, giving a bit of a smile. “Well... uh... I meant i’ve done this how many times and you haven’t shot me yet despite my bullshit, so that either means that you don’t want to kill a civilian, you love me, or you’ve been told not to kill anyone. Either way I feel like im in the clear.” The man looked over Fallon and lowered the rifle, closing his eyes and muttering something under his breath. “Then I suppose if I can’t get rid of you I should just... monitor you. What’s your name scavenger?” “Fallon Campbell.” “Fallon... very well. You may address me as Paladin King.” “KING. Holy shit is that your real last name or are you brotherhood of steel fuckers just that conceited!?” Fallon bellowed, grabbing his stomach and laughing hard as King’s nostril flared. “It’s just my last name... and you’re already pushing your luck. Do you do this with other paladins or have you just run into me?” “Eh it’s just kinda you in all honesty... I didn’t uh run into others, kinda scared of the others but there’s something about you. Probably the fact that you have those kind eyes. and restraint to not shoot me.” Fallon stepped over a few broken desks and stared at the symbol on King’s power armor, frowning. “Why the hell did you join those assholes? They’re just a bunch of bigots that probably love the smell of their own farts.” “A real question behind the snark hm?” King muttered, looking around the place before exhaling loudly. “It’s not as simple as it would seem. Didn’t use to be like that. In... honesty I don’t like the direction that the Brotherhood has taken, but I can’t do anything about it” Fallon bent down and began to search through some drawers of a file cabinet, turning a bit and giving a chuckle. “What you don’t like that guy in the sweet ass coat that looks like smoker’s lung incarnate. What’s his name... Max...Ma... Mason?” “Elder Maxson.” “Yeah him... not a fan?” “Not... particularly. I was around before he came into power. Things were simpler back then. But now it seems like he’s... gone a bit mad with power. He has ... good intentions but the way he handles it, it’s wrong. Too controlling. Too... “  He trialed off, rolling his shoulders and looking away. “Doesn’t saying this shit just put a bulls-eye on your head? You think you wouldn’t tell some ‘dirty scav’ but here you are, telling me some deep dark secrets. Next thing you know you’ll wanna talk about your troubled childhood.”  “I’m allowed to say my piece. I’ve been no stranger to that and i’ve taken the brunt of the blow for saying what I believe, specially around other members of the Brotherhood of Steel who lick the very ground Maxson walks on. I’m not scared of them. Someone needs to speak up instead of being a mindless drone. I didn’t come to be in the Brotherhood for what we’re doing right now. I came for protection and helping America, suppressing technology like nuclear developments.” Fallon was quiet, shoving a few things into his bag and looking over at the Paladin. He shifted the bag and stood up, walking over to him and beginning to walk, scratching the thin stubble on his face. “Damn... why don’t you leave? You seem to not agree with alot of shit...why not leave?”

“Because I believe in the overall cause, and I believe that’ll get better. We just have the wrong man in charge. That and I owe it to the Brotherhood. Without them I’d be dead. So I feel like there’s a life debt I owe to them.” “Life debt... ha... life debts are shit. No one here lives as long to fill out a life debt. Just live and pay what you can in the moment. You spend enough time on ground and not in that big blimp you realize how quick things go. You promise a girl you’ll be back a few days later with some gear and you find out that as soon as you left, she got mauled by ferals, children... they...” Fallon cleared his throat and tightened his fists. “You don’t live long is what I’ve learned. The fact that I wake up every day is a miracle to me. Just do what you can. So fuck the life debt. It’s a dog eat dog world baby, you either jump or you get pushed.” The two walked in tandem for a while, chatting quietly about their thoughts.  It was weird but this tin can wasn’t as bad as he thought he was. Just seemed to be in a weird situation. Least he was nice enough to pick up some junk. When  he finally decided that enough was enough he began to head to the exit, giving a small smile at the Paladin. “So... you still gonna be hanging around here tin man?” “Unfortunately.” “Good. Maybe i’ll see you around? Date night i’ll bring a few brews, you ever try Borov’s Moonshine, knocks you out. Be my treat I know the guy who makes it.”  He said, giving a grin as he backed up. The paladin was a bit weirded out but paused, giving a small smile in return. “...Fine. As long as you don’t do anything stupid I’ll... make an acceptation Fallon. Since I can’t get rid of you.” Fallon bumped his fist in the air, laughing loudly “Aw dude sweet, i’m pals with a Brotherhood of Steel Paladin!” He fell against the door and stumbled out of the station, the paladin hearing a little clatter as he got back up and walked away. Idiot. But it was nice to learn about civilians lives... more then some of the BOS would do. It was nice to bitch about Maxson too without getting side eyed. Maybe it’ll be the start of a strange new friendship.

[nightsblessed]

mega-questionnaire ✿ lance

► BASICS.

FULL NAME: Lancelot Apollinaire Chavers.

NICKNAME: Lance, Blondie.

AGE: 24.

BIRTHDAY: May 5th.

ETHNIC GROUP: Midlander Hyur/Wildwood Elezen.

NATIONALITY: Gridanian.

LANGUAGE/S: Common, semi-fluent Elezen. Capable of understanding any language.

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual with a heavy male lean.

GENDER IDENTITY: Agender. He or they pronouns. 

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Taken.

HOME TOWN / AREA: Lavender Beds, Gridania.

CURRENT HOME: Rising Stones. Lavender Beds.

PROFESSION: Scion of the Seventh Dawn, Free Paladin, High Serpent Commander. Baker.

► PHYSICAL.

HAIR: Blonde, about shoulder length, shaved sides. Slightly shifting shades, darker towards the roots but brighter and highlighted on top where more exposed to the sun.

EYES: Green, odd-eyed. Right eye is darker, left is lighter. Both are a saturated bright green, slightly upturned and a little rounder than almond shaped. Epicanthic folds and monolids. Long eyelashes.

FACE: Rectangular/square head. Strong jaw, high cheekbones, dimples. Long-ish nose, slight hook to the bridge, wide nostrils. Rounded chin. Pointed Elezen-like ears.

LIPS: High cupid’s bow/”uni-lip”. Wide mouth and full lips, slight pout. Very kissable.

COMPLEXION: Warm brown. Freckles, the occasional mole. A little pink across his cheeks and nose from the sun.

BLEMISHES: None prominent. Very rarely a faded acne scar.

SCARS: Misc battle scars. Distinct gnarled and faded scar on lower back. More recently, long scars across his legs and torso.

TATTOOS: Small tattoo on inner right bicep, two snakes entwined around a sprig of lavender.

HEIGHT: 6’5”. (198cm)

WEIGHT: 190lbs.

BUILD: Athletic, muscular but young. Broad shoulders and back, narrower waist, muscular thighs. Very physically fit. Think hockey players body. 

FEATURES: Height, Elezen features i.e pointed ears and graceful look, odd eyes.

ALLERGIES: Lactose intolerant.

USUAL HAIR STYLE: Topknot/undercut ponytail. 

USUAL FACE LOOK: Friendly smile, a little airheaded. 

USUAL CLOTHING: Armor-wise, typically heavy plate or scale mail, green and bronze with fur trims and a long cloak. Civilian-wise, has a wide variety of clothing but sticks to light colors, simple patterns, and casual/sporty aesthetics. 

► PSYCHOLOGY.

FEAR/S: Enclosed spaces, being crushed, isolation, abandonment. Being unable to save or help the people he loves. Fish.

ASPIRATION/S: To be a good son, help the Alliance and save Eorzea, to do right. Deeply desires to be a good husband and parent in the future as well.

POSITIVE TRAITS: Kind, compassionate, friendly, polite, overwhelmingly sweet and affectionate, charming, loyal, brave, protective, creative, nurturing. 

NEGATIVE TRAITS: Stubborn, slow, clumsy, can be pushy and overbearing, overprotective, emotionally intense and sensitive.

TEMPERAMENT: Sanguine. 

SOUL TYPE/S: Caregiver/Spiritualist.

ANIMALS: Deer, dog, snake.

VICE HABIT/S: Overeating, sugar in general.

FAITH: Nophica and the Elementals. 

GHOSTS?: Yes.

AFTERLIFE?: Not really.

REINCARNATION?: Yes, in the sense that his aether will return to the Lifestream.

POLITICAL ALIGNMENT: Eorzean Alliance. 

EDUCATION LEVEL: Highschool-ish. Decent at math, has a good head for history, but dyslexia has kept his reading and writing level generally low.

►FAMILY.

MOTHER: Georgene “Georgie” Chavers.

FATHER: Pace Chavers.

SIBLINGS: None.

EXTENDED FAMILY: Bertille, maternal grandmother. A couple aunts and uncles, a few cousins, none he’s particularly close to.

NAME MEANING/S: 

Lancelot - Land, Lance, Spear

Georgene - Farmer, Earthworker

Pace - Peace

Bertille - Bright, Famous

HISTORICAL CONNECTION?: None.

► FAVORITES.

BOOK: Family cookbooks.

DEITY: Nophica.

HOLIDAY: Moonfire Faire.

MONTH: May.

SEASON: Spring.

PLACE: Gridania.

WEATHER: Sun and rain.

SOUND/S: Birds chirping, night rain, laughter, wind through trees.

SCENT/S: Petrichor, cut grass, fresh baked goods.

TASTE/S: Sweet cream, berries, toasted nuts, herbs.

FEEL/S: Down, soft fur, cotton, moss, tree bark.

ANIMAL/S: Rabbits, cats, deer.

NUMBER: 2.

COLORS: Green, yellow, white, brown.

► EXTRA.

TALENTS: Highly talented baker and chef, great still life artist. Near-prodigy level grasp of conjury and white magic. Well trained with sword and shield, very comfortable with melee combat and heavy armor.

BAD AT: Not tripping over his own feet, most battle magic, archery or any kind of marksmanship. Reading any sort of long form text, focusing on tasks that don’t interest him, sitting still.

TURN ONS: Red hair, short guys, sass and banter, a cute laugh, friendship first.

TURN OFFS: Rudeness, lack of empathy, negativity, being boring. 

HOBBIES: Baking, crochet and knitting, embroidery, painting, sketching and charcoal drawing.

TROPES: Dumb Jock, Dark-skinned Blond, All-Loving Hero, The Empath, Badass Native, The Paladin, Green Thumb. 

QUOTES: “I want to leave no one behind. To keep & be kept. The way a field turns its secrets into peonies. The way light keeps its shadow by swallowing it.”

► MUN QUESTIONS.

Q1: If you could write your character your way in their own movie, what would it be called, what style would it be filmed in, and what would it be about? 

A1: oh wow what a question. i think i’d really like to have his stormblood arc in a movie because it’d be half action adventure fantasy shit being up fascists but it’d also have a lot of his growth as basically a soldier and a young adult and his love life, going through a cute enemies to lovers thing with his boyfriend/future boyfriend. no clue what it’d be called though but i think either live action or semi-realistic cgi/animation for sure.

Q2: What would their soundtrack/score sound like? 

A2: probably pretty light and sweet instrumentals, lots of woodwinds and strings, the occasional more somber and heroic tracks. ori and the blind forest would be a good comparison, something that would evoke a lot of naturey vibes while being magical.

Q3: Why did you start writing this character? 

A3: im in love with @emet-selch ‘s character avis and wanted to make him the perfect boyfriend

Q4: What first attracted you to this character? 

A4: i generally really like pure of heart dumb of ass characters, soft jocks are some of my favorite characters both to read and write, so i packed a lot of tropes i really enjoy into him cuz i just wanted him to be very sweet and loyal.

Q5: Describe the biggest thing you dislike about your muse.

A5: honestly i havent had a big chance to write him in more serious/hard situations but while in plotting and just thinking about him, i think he can big a big stubborn asshole and its a little annoying.

Q6: What do you have in common with your muse? 

A6: fire venus. though fr i think mostly lance and i are just very affectionate and loyal! and love sweets and baking.

Q7: How does your muse feel about you? 

A7: im pretty nice to him and i let him have a very good life so i think we’re very chill

Q8: What characters does your muse have interesting interactions with?

A8: again i haven’t really had interactions with a ton of characters but i do like putting him in situations with other really extroverted characters, especially around his age cuz he turns into a dumb impulsive jock instantly.

Q9: What gives you inspiration to write your muse?

A9: honestly mostly the msq, strangely enough? a lot of it gave me inspiration for him and his story so doing it on alts always makes me consider and think about what he was doing then!

Q10: How long did this take you to complete? 

A10: about 3 hours before formatting and posting!

[engietrans]

Why is helmet party best ship? (Like I'm genuinely curious 👀💕)

its an odd one because they dont really have any particularly defining moments in canon that would put them up to par with like, heavy/ medic. also, god, the height difference. 

but i think they click fairly well. they can work as a dynamic and play off each other, because engie is a decently patient person, and soldier definitely requires that patience. and engie is an enabler where soldier is ready to affirm that enabling. like, “yall wanna do something really damn stupid” and soldier is the first to jump up without any hesitation because he trusts engie wont get him shredded like cheese. they’re two very rambunctious chaotic goods. 

engie is quiet and soft spoken in his appreciation, and most other things, but soldier is loud about it when you've done some good hard work. he can come off as aggressive and annoying when he’s giving praise, but he’s genuine about it. and everyone on the team works hard and they're great at what they do, but he’s drawn to engie in particular because that man busts his ass day in and day out. hes so fascinated by everything engie is capable of. like, “you made that death trap of a contraption and that is fucking amazing, you are so talented” 

and engie himself is just as wild as soldier, but he’s not quite as spontaneous, and watching the way soldier operates in general is fun. any man that’s willing to charge the entirety of the enemy team without a second of thought has engie’s respect. and soldier is funny. i headcanon soldier as having a very dry sense of humor and poor delivery, instead of him being just plain crazy, because that’s more fun. and engie is one of the only people who doesn't take him at face value. but he is hilarious. and handsome. and engie is gay. 

this got unbelievably long im so sorry but helmet party has held a special place in my heart since my rp days