#imagine taking OP as an insult

[rachelbethhines]

Y'all do know that OP just means 'original poster', right?

It's not an insult, it's just an identifier of who started the conversation.

[sysig]

One better (Patreon)

[halcyone-of-the-sea]

Hello! I've read your soap and price fics and you are amazing!!!

I had an idea for a fic for Ghost. The reader would be Soaps slightly older sister who isnt like Johnny at all. Im thinking she either picks up soap from base after an op or from the bar. I'll leave alot of this up to you but i just wanna see Soaps Sister meeting Ghost!!

Brother's Coworker

PAIRING: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Soap's Sister!Reader

SYNOPSIS: In the dim illumination of the streetlights, Ghost lays eyes on a woman leaning against the body of a vintage Hillman Imp.

WORDCOUNT: 4.2k

WARNINGS: Little bit of angst, but mostly fluff and pre-relationship pining, loads of sibling banter, conflicting emotions, etc.

A/N: Finally able to use my sibling experiences for a fic lmfao, enjoy!

*I do not give others permission to translate and/or re-publish my works on this or any other platform*

The woman was leaning against the body of a vintage Hillman Imp, the custom color a deep forest green along the sides and a cream white coating the upper third. Ghost stared at her as the rest of the men filed out of the bar one after the other—Johnny and Gaz being especially loud. He blinks slowly, hands inside his blackened pockets.

Across the way, your ears perk slowly at the sound of rapturous shouts, but you only continue to look down the sidewalk at the long illuminations of street lamps and the glints of broken bottles on the ground. Over your chest, your hands shift in their hold on your biceps, your thin jacket crinkling. Light dances in your irises.

“Oi, is that who I think it is?!” Familiar Scottish drawl brings a smirk to your face, and you turn slowly to huff, snapping out of your silent thoughts. 

“Who else would it be, ya bloody git,” your voice carries, but it lacks the sheer volume of your brother’s; the great boom that reminds you of the bombs he’d used to make out of your mother’s hair spray bottles. 

Never a dull day in your childhood home, really.

“‘Bout gave me a heart attack, not answerin’ my calls like that!” Johnny laughs loudly, obviously drunk, and stumbles over merrily. You’re taken into a chest-breaking hug in mere moments, leaving you squirming with a deep grunt. “Should have your head, MacTavish.” You manage to squeak out, “Put me the fuck down, you horror. And what in the hell have you done to your hair?!”

“Oh, my dear sister.” Your brother lets you go as the three other men slink over, amused with the scene but some momentarily confused by the sudden introduction. Gaz laughs, and the Captain huffs a chuckle before fixing the position of his beanie on his head. 

Ghost, as always, chooses to watch like a looming shadow above the rest. 

Johnny puts a hand to his chest, the other remaining on your shoulder, “You wound me. Such cruelty stuck in your black soul; I say now, mother was always right—”

You smack the side of his head and Johnny grunts. 

“Ow!” He yells, glaring at you. “What the fuck?!” 

“Open your mouth again and I’ll wring you out, you arse. You know I will.” Grumbling, the Scot rubs the side of his head as you raise a brow at him. The stare-off lasts for a decent bit, and before the rest of the group knows what’s going on, the two of you are embracing each other once more; laughing loudly. 

Ghost’s eyebrows pull in slowly.

“Ah, it’s good to be back!” Johnny chuckles, holding you close as you pat his back.

“Of course, I’d find my kid brother at a damn pub on his first day home.” Taking a step away from the hulk of a boy, you brush down your shirt and jacket with a scoff. Looking up, you come to face the remaining men with an exasperated look. “He’s full of shite half the time, y’know, now. Can’t imagine what he puts you all through.”

“Bloody hell, Soap, you were holding out on us,” Gaz chuckles loudly, sticking out a hand for you to shake while he glances at the mohawked Scot who looks giddy despite being insulted by who’s very obviously his older sister. “Never knew you had siblings, Mate.” You take the man’s hand as he smiles brightly at you. 

“Kyle.” He says, and you beam back, “But Gaz’ll do just fine.”

“A pleasure,” your voice carries to John who you raise a brow at teasingly. “Well, look who the Reaper’s yet to drag down…Good to see you again, Captain.”

Price shakes his head, a smirk peeling his lips as Gaz steps back. 

“Still on that land of yours, then, Love?” The brunette asks gruffly, leaning back on his heels for a moment while you sag your side into Johnny’s arm. Your brother scoffs and loops his limb over the bridge of your shoulders as you nod. 

“You know it. Proper quiet when the neighbors aren’t up to a ruckus racin’ down the streets. Christ, those kids are devils—worse than Johnny and I when we were young.”

“Now that’s hard to believe, eh?” The man beside you laughs through his slurred words and you roll your eyes. 

Chuckling in return, you blink, spying on the intent black figure behind everyone else. Piercing brown eyes dig past flesh like a scalpel while you tilt your head to the side, interest alighting behind your skull. He doesn’t move or even greet you, just looks over you and then turns his attention to the street like a roaming bear would; hell, he certainly could be a bear with how big he was. Bigger than Johnny, even. 

This stranger wears a large brown leather jacket, the hood of his underclothes pulled up to cover most of the pale skin that would otherwise be visible. The long swish of light lashes captures you as you study the way he blinks slowly across the road. On his chin and on the top of his forehead, the fabric of a skeletal-painted balaclava shrouds him. Cargo pants and large black combat boots sit on his feet. 

He stands like a statue. 

“Who’s this then?” You call easily, and those eyes travel back to you even as the head doesn’t. It’s strange the way you seem to brush aside the blatant intimidation he exudes simply by standing.

“Ah,” John grunts, chuckling, before stepping to the side. “Simon, introduce yourself.” 

A low voice lowly wafts after a moment to silence, Manchester accent spearing you in the ears with its rough make-up, “Ghost.” 

You blink over at the Captain, but he just shakes his head and you move on. Johnny chuckles and whispers to you, “Don’t mind ‘em, Lt’s a bit rough around the edges.”

Plastering on a polite smile, your chin moves in a nod, “Pleasure to meet you, Ghost. Good to know the other two who look after Johnny out there.” The man beside you feels his face burn, free hand going to itch at his neck.

Ghost grunts and shrugs off the veiled praise, large muscles stiff.

“You’re actin’ like I’m not the one savin’ their skins half the time,” Gaz interjects on the Scot’s point.

“Is that what you call it?” You share an amused glance at John. 

Though, your eyes always sway back to Ghost, or Simon, depending on who you ask. He listens to the chatter, obviously, but he seems much more content to only stay with his hands inside of his pockets and study the street for...what exactly? The beast wasn’t shy, no, just…silent. If you didn’t know better you’d call him aggressively casual with the way his shoulders sit.

Stance relaxed but the underlying threat was palpable on the wind. Like a wolf rubbing his cheeks on the ancient trees of his territory. ‘Don’t do anything stupid,’ - it seems his very DNA states that.

Brown eyes suddenly lock with your own as if snapping into place and before you can release a squeak of alarm, you swiftly dart your gaze away back to the arguing Sergeants; face burning.

Christ, how long had you been staring at him?

“Alright, you two, ease off it!” Trying to distract yourself, you wave a hand. “You’re both too drunk to be gettin’ into street fights at this hour. Johnny, into the car ya fool.” 

Your brother slashes you with a grin.

“Fuckin’ finally, a decent bed!” It was tradition to give Johnny the spare room when he was back home—proper meals. 

“You’re callin’ mother, y’know.” You unlock your car and motion to the passenger seat with a frown. “I dinnae care if you’re trapped for hours—give the woman a rest of all her worrying.” 

“You heard the woman, Sergeant,” John forces the gravel out of his throat, rubbing at his beard. Something hits your chest as your brother opens his door as you stand in the cold. You glance at each man in turn; eyebrows pulling in with thought.

“Ah, what the hell,” your voice huffs out. Ghost watches you closely, blinking as he lifts a hand to itch at his neck from under his hood. The leather jacket crumples with tiny shifts of worn-out material. 

“Don’t suppose you boys need any good beds to rest your heads on for the night?” Wiggling your keys, you pat the top of your Hillman as you slide to the driver's side. Johnny slinks inside his own and chuckles as he closes the barrier with a careful thunk. 

“Hospitality finally leakin’ in?”

“Next time I hit ya,” you send him a bland look, “I’ll aim for the neck.” Fake flinching towards him, the man squeaks and snaps quickly back into the car door as you snicker lively. 

“Beast!” Johnny exclaims. You roll your eyes and shimmy down the window behind him, calling out as the rest share glances.

“Get in if you’re comin’ over! If not all the food I made yesterday’ll go to waste!” That seemed to get Gaz into the back, with only Price and Simon left behind. 

Brown meets blue and John’s beard pulls back with a smirk. He clears his throat, “Well, I’m not one to spit in her face.” The Captain walks over and grunts as he bends down. 

Ghost sighs under his breath and follows, impartial as to where this night is going. He wouldn’t sleep tonight, no doubt. The hard and unforgiving beds on base were the only things he could rest on now save the ground. And food? He could go without food for days.

Though, being Johnny’s sister bought you some favor, trust wasn’t something that Simon gave around freely. But the car you drove was nice, and the company of his Task Force was easy to basque in until they shipped out again. 

Simon sits down on the refurbished seat and softly closes the door behind him. Dead-eyed, he stares at Johnny’s headrest as you glance at him from the rearview mirror—seeing his shoulder dig into the glass of the window. 

You shove down a joke and hum. “Good, then, it’ll free my fridge at the very least.” 

“Thank you, Ma’am,” Gaz offers as you start up the engine, “it’s awfully nice of you to do this for us.”

“Ah,” Simon hears you dismiss as he turns to stare out of the window; so often feeling his gaze drawn back to you as a leaf attached to a tree might act. “Don’t worry your head about it. I like the company.” 

“Aye, just how she is,” Johnny says earnestly. “Was always the one to let me over with my pals when the football games were over—’cept we were usually covered in mud.”

“I’m still finding grass in my rugs, Johnny Boy,” you mumble, focusing on the road as a slight squeaking emanates from the front of the car. Simon picks up on it easily, not preoccupied with speaking. He glances at you but mentions nothing beyond a shuffling of his thighs. 

Outside the land slides past in shades of verdant green and gray as the town falls away. 

He was confused, rightly. You’d seen his standoffish nature but had chosen to extend hospitality as the old Greeks did just off a growl of his name. But maybe it was just because he was your brother’s coworker. 

Simon grunts to himself and rubs at his wrist. Throughout the ride, the two of you would glance at each other and try to forget that you had; when the long driveway of a large secluded home expands out above the car, Gaz whistles lowly.

“Bloody hell, Ma’am,” he states and John chuckles. You easily smile and roll your eyes. 

“Trust me, it was more work than it was worth.” Ghost’s attention is slightly peaked.

“You worked on it?” His tone implies he doesn’t care, but his eyes gore into the mirror to lock with your own. Blinking in surprise, even the others seem to be taken aback by the man's lack of venom in his speech. 

Ghost wasn’t afraid to speak his mind when he needed to, but he didn’t do mindless chatter. Your eyes cycle between the driveway and the masked Brit before you clear your throat. Johnny glances at you with a raised brow, slight confusion in his brows. 

“Mostly—left the nasty bits to people more knowledgeable than I am, but I did most of the grunt work, eh?” Simon hums as the car pulls to a stop inside the garage, eyes not leaving the back of your head. 

Your neck bristles at the sensation of unrelenting contact, but the burning that joins it is telltale. Licking your lips you twist the keys out and quickly shuffle out of the door to dispel the electricity in the air. 

“Alright,” you say, “out. All of ya…Johnny, you’ll be helping me with the bedding.” 

A groan is cut by an unimpressed glare. “...Yes, Ma’am.”

You huff and smirk. 

“Trainin’ him well I see,” teasing John as they all file out of the car, he shakes his head at the two of you as Simon scoffs. Gaz openly laughs as Soap’s offended look grows. 

You all enter the house as you direct them to the kitchen after they’ve taken off their boots and hung their jackets. “It’s all in the fridge, heat what you want, and don’t bother fightin’ Johnny if he takes too much. Tell me and I’ll make him sleep in the back near the chickens.” Your voice tells them as you pat your brother on the shoulder. 

Johnny grumbles and kisses the top of your head. “You’re horrible to me,” He jokes but his eyes shimmer with affection. As you leave to get a head start on the rooms, you smile and call out to him.

“That’s my job!” 

Backing out into the hallway, you leave with a deep well of happiness in you. You don’t even realize that the party had only contained three men instead of four until you’re in the linen closet and a shadow suddenly blacks out the light from the bulbs. Jumping slightly, your head swivels as you carry very many sheets and pillowcases in your grip. 

“Oh,” you mumble through cotton, smile growing as the flip in your stomach does, “Ghost! Done eating already?” 

The man is still and silent as he glances from your face to the sheets. Without a word, he halves the load and steals them as your jaw loosens in shock.

“Johnny’s outside callin’ your mum.” Ghost turns and walks out, but waits for you in the hallway to be directed. 

You push down the tightness to your throat and see the man’s feet shift on the hardwood. He looks funny, such a big man carrying bed sheets. His actions make your heart speed up. Brown eyes blink at you like a cat. 

“Well,” you chuckle, “always was one to get out of housework.” Trying a smidge more, you shift past him and turn off the light. “His barracks room dirty?”

“Pigsty.” Simon blandly states, walking slightly behind you. Your pace slows so you can stay beside him. He side-eyes you but says nothing. 

Leaning in slightly, you quip as Ghost tenses, “Can’t say I’m surprised. The man’s used to me bailin’ him out.” Chuckling, you go into the first bedroom and put everything on the bed. 

Simon grabs the pillows and starts to dress them quickly and efficiently. 

“But thank you,” you say, and the Brit pauses to look up at you, something swirling in his murky gaze. Earnestly, you tilt your head with a smile. “Ya can go back and eat more if you want. No need to help—you’re a guest.”

“Not hungry,” is all he answers, and gets back to work. You watch for a moment, perplexed, but not at all about to deny the assistance. A genuine grin twitches your lips. 

“Johnny writes about you, y’know,” your fingers pull at the fabric and you chuckle as Ghost’s incredulous look turns to you—face hidden but confusion is obviously seen. “Says he looks up to you quite a bit; something about Mexico.” 

Your face dips slightly, and Simon’s body stills. Along the pillow, his grip carefully tightens. He can’t find it in himself to walk out of the door and stand outside even if he knows he should. 

“I really can’t imagine what it’s like,” you mutter, shaking your head. Gazing at him, you study his wound muscles and secret flesh like a tapestry—wondering if he hides himself because of the safe anonymity or a sense of numb fear. 

He wouldn’t admit to either, you know. But something about Simon had captured your attention and now you had a face, or just a body really, to put to the written name like a puzzle piece. 

You take a long breath, “But you’ll never know how grateful I am.” 

By the way his chest stops moving and his body goes frozen, you think you hit something inside of him; the minute widening of his eyelids like pedals opening in the light. Simon peers at your expression, his eyes sliding from one point to another. 

Like he can’t really pinpoint what you want. 

Ironic really, because you didn’t want anything. 

“Don’t thank me,” is what he settles on, moving back to the pillow as if your words hadn’t stabbed him. “Johnny knows what he’s doing.”

Your small snort enters the air above the sliding sheets. “There’s no argument there.” A sigh echoes as you finish up, putting your hands on your hips. Across the bed, you two stare as Simon tosses down the pillows. The remainder of the sheets sit on the end of the bed. 

The man’s eyes narrow on you, and he clenches his jaw under his balaclava. 

“The only thing that I do know is that every time my brother comes back he smiles less than he did before.” You side-eye him seriously as you move. “I can only guess what all of it does to the others who don’t have anyone else to go back to.”

Simon’s breath halts in his chest before he finds the means to take down a slow inhale. Brown eyes glare intently, jaw tight, but it’s not the fire that gets to you…it’s the lack thereof.

Ghost doesn’t like this feeling, and your candidness was something he hadn’t expected.

“So,” you drawl, “I’m thanking you for giving him someone to joke around with—a distraction,” a teasing smirk, “no matter how blunt.” 

“I just told you—”

“Well, I don’t bloody care, do I?” Huffing, you smirk and tip your head back before snatching the rest of the sheets. “C’mon, we have three more rooms.” 

Simon watches you leave and tries to fight the rampage in his chest; the merciless slam of his heart to his ribcage. What had you done to him? A hand comes up and rubs into the bridge of his nose, fingers heavy and tight. 

What in the hell was going on? 

Growling under his breath, Ghost stalks out of the room only to see your back disappear into the next. In the hallway, he takes a long inhale and closes his eyes to steady himself. 

“Fuckin’ hell,” the man grunts. The tension in his shoulders was plainly visible. 

For the remainder of the room, Ghost would send you tight glances as he worked but didn’t utter another peep. You had taken his voice, or what little left of it there was. 

In many ways, you were like your loudmouth brother—your snark and your stubbornness. But you were different too. 

He feels his eyes trail down your form slowly from time to time. Capable; hardy. Simon blinked away and grunted under his breath aggressively. 

When everyone was done with their food and Johnny had come back in from his call to his mother, with a soft smile on his face, you knew it was time for bed. 

“Alright,” you strut into the kitchen with Ghost on your heels—his large arms crossed over his chest as he caught Soap's intense stare. The Lieutenant's brow raises, but Johnny only frowns in conspiracy before he looks over to you and itches at his chin. “Beds are made. You can all thank Simon for that, seein’ as Johnny used our mother as an excuse yet again.”

“And she was very pleased to hear from me!” Your brother points to you.

“She’s our mother,” you deadpan, “It’s her job to be, ya arse-face.” 

The boys all follow you down the halls as you point to the rooms. Gaz shakes your hand again and gives you a tiny hug in thanks while John pats your shoulder and calls a soft, “Goodnight, Sweetheart.” 

Both close their doors and you hear the large sighs through the wood. You have to wonder when they’d had a good bed to sleep on and a good meal. Last was your brother and Ghost, the latter of which kisses your head and hugs you tightly. 

“It’s good to see you, truly. Been missing you, little Hen. Thanks for lettin’ me over all the time when I’m home.” You melt and grip his shirt. 

“You’ll always have a place here, you know that. One call away…Now go to sleep. You smell like a pub.” He lightly chuckles against you. With a bond this tight, the two of you never had to say that you loved each other—it was just known.

Johnny squeezes you one last time before pulling away and slinking into his room, giving an unrecognizable glance to Ghost on his way in before the barrier slips into place with a quiet thunk of wood. The two of you look at and stare for a moment. 

“Lucky you,” your voice is quiet but easy to hear, “you get the room with a view of the field.” 

“Color me surprised,” he mutters, not looking enthusiastic. Against the tone, the look makes your mouth jerk in a laugh, and you cover your lips after a moment. 

Simon’s eyes unconsciously soften. 

You wave a hand, chest light, “Let’s go then, you brute.”

“Brute?” Simon grumbles, “Gettin’ familiar?” 

“Please,” you shake your head and walk to the last door in this section of the house. “You all became familiar the second we met.” 

The man rolls his eyes but has his smirk hidden as you open the door for him. He tilts his head in thanks and strolls inside.

You hum, crossing your arms ahead of you and leaning on the doorframe as he looks around, “Don’t think too much over it… The baseline is, you’ll always have a bed here if you need it.” 

Ghost slips out, “What are you? Bloody boarding house?” The swelling in his chest made his words harsher than intended, but you just smile cheekily at him as eyes lock.

“Hell’s bells, if you want ta’ get me a business card just go ahead and print ‘em off already. I’ve no problem with it.” He stares and you laugh, shrugging. “Makes me feel good.”

Splaying your hands, you back out. 

“I know you probably won’t sleep,” Simon pauses, feeling caught but not showing it. “Libraries down the hall—if you smoke, use the back door. Kitchen is free game.”  

“Why?” He asks and you blink, confused.

“Well, why not?” Simon glares.

“You shouldn’t trust people like that.” A loud laugh echoes and makes the man annoyed with you.

“Simon,” you say, and he finds himself hanging on every word that falls from your lips in the moonlight. “Not everyone is out to get you. If you’re friends of Johnny’s, then you’re friends of mine. That boy can sniff a cheat faster than a hound can find a hare.” Perhaps it was the way his shoulders went back at that, or how his brows loosened, but you finish off with a soft explanation. “You’re safe under this roof.”

You wondered, not for that last time that night, if he’d ever been told that. From how his balaclava moved with a sharp jerk of his jaw, you assumed never. It made your lungs hurt. 

With a few more seconds of quiet gazing you nod and move back. 

“Goodnight, Simon.” You leave him staring at the door as you close it—eyes boring into the grain so harshly they might catch fire. 

Ghost doesn’t know how long he stays like that, but his ears twitch at the echo of running water and soundless footsteps. He should leave, he tells himself; this is dangerous, a voice hisses. It’s not safe here, how could it be? There were no guards—no weapons. If someone were to sneak in there wouldn’t be an alarm. 

A secluded home. Nothing around. 

Then why had your words seeped into him?

“You’re safe under this roof.” Simon closes his eyes harshly.

—

In the morning once everyone’s gone back to the base, you admit you don’t know if you’ll see Simon again; you probably won’t. But you find that you can live with that. The memory of his loosening tension is all you need to feel special in your own right. Those brown eyes that, if but for a moment, had bled so effortlessly feelings of something other than blood and death. 

As you sigh a dreamy chuckle to yourself, you get ready for the day before heading to your Hillman. The silent drive to work joins with the strange mix of weight and levitation to your chest. But halfway into town, it hits you. 

Silent.

There is an obvious lack of squeaking from under the hood of your car as you slide along the countryside. 

The smile doesn’t leave your face for weeks.

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[mithrilhearts]

YIKES.

Imagine reposting someone’s fanfic, and acting so insanely gross when the author KINDLY asks you to take it down, or at least credit them. (I can’t reblog the og post because I was blocked ages ago by the op)

Imagine then having a toddler tantrum because the author, who was rudely rejected and insulted, shared the post and advised people they were the author as seen in the first set of images.

Imagine being such a GROSS bully because YOU were wrong.

(With permission from Conkers to use the screenshots she’s sent me from her inbox, I’m attaching some of the cruel backlash she’s received from this person, tagging triggers just in case - TW: transphobic, fatphobic)

Please treat people with kindness. I don’t care if you create something or not, if this type of behavior is allowed in ANY space…wow.

DO BETTER.

[beautiful-basque-country]

I saw something on TV once, I think it was a National Geographic show, where they mentioned that theory that Basque is perhaps the only surviving language from when Neanderthals were alive. Do you mind me asking why you mentioned in that recent post you didn’t want to comment on the theory?

Is it because most people use it as a racist attack? Deplorable, and those people deserve to be smacked.

The show did like a 15 minute segment on the theory and went over how the language is an isolate and compared to other languages, while it is evolving, it hasn’t really been changed/impacted by other languages. So ultimately the current language and older forms of it aren’t drastically different, unlike how something like modern English and Old English are basically two different languages at this point. They then said it’s likely that if any writing existed from the Neanderthal period anyone who knew Basque would probably be able to read it and speak whatever was written without much difficulty.

I just thought it was so cool something could be so well taken care of and respected that it basically hasn’t changed. Fascinating to think someone today could hold a conversation with someone else from so long ago! Lord knows I’d be screwed if you dropped me into the Middle Ages and told me to go speak to King Alfred.

Even Latin! We have no idea how it was actually spoken and how anything was pronounced. We’re just guessing.

Sorry if other people toss that theory at you to insult you!

Kaixo anon!

Thanks for your message!

I have to clarify the post you mentioned was a reblog and I just added the last pic, so you'd have to ask OP about why they don't wanna comment on that theory ^_~.

That said, no: I don't care what that documentary said, Basque is not the language of the Neanderthals. They're believed to have appeared around 200,000 years ago and disappeared 40,000 years ago; even if we consider that Basque was a descendant of their language - and that's assuming Neanderthals spoke a single language, from Europe to Asia - it's completely impossible that a 21st-century Basque speaker could understand this presumed original Neanderthal language.

The Hand of Irulegi - an artifact around 3,500 years old - displays a Vasconic text and nobody knows what it says, and that's knowing that Vasconic was an ancestor of nowadays Euskara. Even nowadays, a Spanish speaker can't understand Latin - except maybe a couple of words - and Spanish diverged from Latin not too long ago, around the 10-11th century. Can you imagine a 40,000 years gap between two languages??

And of course Basque have been impacted by the surrounding languages. Basque people haven't lived isolated in an island with no contact whatsoever with other peoples, quite on the contrary, we've lived with many cultures thoughout our history, from Iberians to Romans, to Franks, to Berbers and Arabs, to Spaniards. Basque has influences of all of them, be it loanwords or more technical remains. As you say, it's an evolving language that hasn't started evolving now, it's been doing it for millennia!

Regarding the theory being thrown as a racist attack, don't worry, it isn't! It all comes from genetics and genetic studies that show some very little differences in Basque people. In some of these studies it was concluded that Basque and Asturians, probably due to the difficult geography of our regions, were left more isolated from the Iron Age on, and hence we have the oldest lineage in Iberia. This is explained by guessing that these populations were less multiethnic and probably more endogamic. Given this situation, the DNA is slightly different - slightly! - and we have more DNA that comes directly from prehistory than the rest. Period.

But there's this obstinacy to take Basque people - just like Aztecs or Ancient Egyptians - as a mystery because there are many gaps in our history and language that science hasn't still explained and some people feel the need to fill them with crazy theories. Like the one that said that Neanderthals didn't go extinct but that nowadays they're known as.. Basques! When we already know that Neanderthals were a completely different species from Homo Sapiens: so if modern Basques are Homo Sapiens now as we know we are, I'm sorry, but we're no longer Neanderthals if we ever were.

Sorry for the long answer!

[opinioncore]

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·˚ ◌༘͙ ` .— pairings! -Yan! Ibong Adarna (Don Juan) x FEM!Modern!Isekai'd! Reader

# >·˚ •— warning! -slavery, abuse, sexism, misogyny, murder, blood, men, stereotypes, reader is a feral woman and would most definitely kill anybody if she deems it fit, mentions of murder and suicide (you), yandere, obsessive behavior, kidnapping, harassment, power imbalance, threatening, actual murder (Juan),

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡·˚ — note: I listened to the voices and here we are. Might draw their appearances in my imagination... (Pedro as a dilf [alongside his father and King Salermo] and the girls as milfs....)

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You're from the modern timeline, having to study Filipino literature because you were forced to. Ibong Adarna was what you studied first

The vast kind of characters and how they act in the story. You kinda felt bad cause Don Diego and Donya Juana barely had anything to do with the plot

And how Don Juan pulled all the bitches, how Don Pedro was a piece of shit, and how you felt bad for Donya Leonora

And there's the OP Donya Maria

So, like, basically the story, is the three brother's— Pedro, Diego, Juan— set on a journey one by one to find the Ibong Adarna, the supposed magical bird only capable of healing their sick father. Pedro and Diego both fail and Juan finds the bird, saves his brothers and the brothers were supposed to kill him to take his glory but Diego resorts to only beating him up, and he gets healed, goes back home to his kingdom with the Adarna bird snitching (and healing the king), almost sending the brothers' to the dungeon but with Juan's kindness, they were free. And the brother set the Adarna free just to fuck with Juan, and Juan then starts pulling girls on the way.

Now what would you do if you were transported in this magical world?

You, of course, is a commoner. You work at a farm and you have a poor family

All goes well (except for the fact you now have to work against your will and how your "in this world" parents are always worried about your marriage)

Until some corrupt and rich noble decides to buy your farm and turn you guys into slaves.

Some ugly looking noble but wearing fancy clothes walked all over the wheat you just planted, you of course glared at him with your mouth agape. "This bitch!" You muse as you grit your teeth and glare at this ugly noble. The noble starts speaking, "(L/N), let's have a deal, I'll pay you 1,000 in exchange for this farm and the females in your family." He proposed, and you could feel your eyes twitch by this. You stood up and almost insulted him, "Yes." Until you hear Your "in this world" father agrees immediately.

You stared at your father in disbelief, you felt your breath hitch. "What?" You spoke as you felt your heart stop. The noble chuckles and gives him the money and then you, your mother and your big sister get taken away by what you assume is people who work with/for the noble.

You fought back, pushing them, kicking, punching, and you yelled. "Curse you! You stupid mistake of a father!" You spat out, you hear your mother cry. Your father holds the money. You could feel the noble 'tsk', the men were having a hard time restraining you to the point they almost forgot your mother and your big sister existed and all ran to restrain you.

You lost, obviously, you were against 6 trained men, and you're just a measly farmer. You were panting and breathing immensely, after a whole 6 minutes of fighting them off, you're finally tired. You've never really fought nor exercised physically. The men of the noble tie you up (they are all bruised and tired), and your bruised and fatigued little self gets dragged away by 4 men, the other two escorting your mother and your big sister.

You are tired, so you just get dragged away tied up and you fall asleep as you get roughly thrown on the carriage.

And there your life gets ruined. You get sent to the kingdom, "Berbania". And you are to work on the field of the castle...

And there are some occasions where some guards use the female slaves as "relaxation", but when you were escorted there and forced to work, no one seemed to want to approach any single female slave for those reasons anymore after that one incident.

You plant another wheat. Tired, you sighed, you don't understand why you are here at all, it felt like you time travelled or something (You still don't know you are in Ibong Adarna because you never saw the princes at all). Then you get called by some snobbish guard, and they said something about letting off some steam. And you immediately refused, then they got mad and were about to hit you and you let him hit you and you immediately hit him with your hands despite being cuffed, the guard hissed, and was about to hit you again when someone stopped him.

You alongside other people got shocked by the one who stopped the fight.

There in all his mighty, Don Juan, the protagonist of the Ibong Adarna. The youngest out of all the princes, the kindest and a charmer, pulling all the girls... he looked so young, like your age?

"What is going on here?" He speaks with a charming smile, oh wow, no wonder he gets bitches.

The guard immediately tensed up and tried to explain themselves. "Prince! I-it's this worker who's misbehaving... I just wanted to discipline-" "if you are disciplining the girl, she wouldn't be fighting back." Juan immediately speaks up, the guard flinches. "But, if you want your workers to refrain from misbehaving, I suggest you do it with less physically, ahaha! I understand though!" He says wholeheartedly.

Oh yeah. He's kind hearted to the point of naivety... He smiles and the guard is just speechless, you're dumbfounded.

"You're the one who tried to get your hands on me!" You immediately spoke, gritting your teeth and fighting the urge to murder the guard right there, Juan blinks twice, thrice... And you're still frowning. Once this prince is gone and this guard goes unpunished, you're definitely making them sleep with one eye open—no make that two EYES opened.

Juan noticed the dark aura emanating from you, he put a hand on his chin, "Oh is that so?" He hums, "Then Mr. Guard, come with me! We will report your behavior to your superior!" He smiles, You raised an eyebrow, "His superiors are as corrupt..." You muttered and was about to walk away, when you felt a hand on your chained wrists, you swore you could feel the chains snapping any moment. You stared at the smiling Juan, "I'll have you speak for your rights, alright?"

You blink twice, and nodded. The way he worded that sounds so wrong.. You keep your lips firmly shut, avoiding eye-contact like how the others do when they are in the presence of a royal. You don't know, why are you here becoming a slave, almost getting harassed and having to go and complain now and shit. Annoying honestly.

Maybe you shouldn't have read that suspicious book, it looked old but it still could be read with. You just didn't feel like paying so much for better books, especially when this kind of book explains more and gives more specified information.

When you first got here [isekai~], you didn't believe it at first. Until some supposed family members of yours called out for you and told you to not slack off and work especially because you're a woman. This irritated you of course, and you were about to talk back when you see your supposed older sister get hit by your father for making a mistake.

So what was your first thought of action? Yell at him and tell him off. That caused you to get hit too. And you almost hit back if it weren't for your supposed mother.

"women aren't supposed to fight this, can't fight back" blah blah bullshit. You just cross your arms, roll your eyes and scoff. And you worked.

"I just decided to read a book and this is what it gets me? I am so gonna come back to reading online..." You mutter in your breath as you plant your crops. Your sister sighs next to you, she is unable to understand what you are talking about but she is aware you are complaining, she doesn't understand, the women of the family are supposed to listen to every word of the men, she doesn't understand why you are defying them and is fearing the worst for you.

"[Name] please, listen to our father. I don't want anything bad to happen to you, you know how our father can get angry." She says as she pats your shoulder, making sure the dirt in her hands is cleaned first—so don't worry, your clothes aren't dirty— "He can stay mad." You state.

And that is when your life of overly misogynistic and stereotypical life started. Having to deal with a bitchy father, alongside a whiny mother and a take-it-all older sister. You fight the urge to not kill your father everyday.

Okay enough with the flashbacks

Juan is still smiling happily in front of you. God this is so awkward. You don't make eye contact and Juan stares at you with that charming smile of his.

What was supposed to happen here? Your sister stares at you in worry, she doesn't think she can even take the blame with this one. "So, while the guard takes his time to get his superiors, how about introducing ourselves to each other?" He says with a toothy grin, you are so surprised, royals don't talk to commoners, much less slaves—which is unfortunately you, fuck that noble by the way— you blinked twice and your mouth is agape when he suggested the idea.

"Huh?"

He almost laughed at your response. Yes, as a prince, he shouldn't be talking to commoners, much less slaves, but he just wanted to talk, is it bad to talk with his subjects?

"My name is Don Juan. Though, I'm sure you already know that. What about yours?" He tilts his head. You bit your lip to fight the urge to lie and fake your name, who knows? He might just behead you for lying to him. "[Name]." You bow your head, he's probably gonna forget about you anyway.

After the whole thing got reported, the noble got sent to the dungeon alongside all of his men, with the help of Pedro. All the slaves get sent free that means, you and your (this world) mom and sister is free. Oh my god, took them long enough.

It took 3 whole days to arrest all of them, and in all of those three days, you were (forced) spending time with Juan.

# ⑅·˚ ♡︎ — Day 1

Your wrists are getting bandaged recklessly by Juan. He does not know his way with bandages, but he wants to do it instead of those medics! Ever since you told him your name, he can't stop repeating it in his name over and over again like a mantra. It honestly shocked him because he was just being courteous, didn't really expect to remember your name, but that way you said your name left him breathless. He wonders how good it would sound if you called him by his name... Unfortunately...

"Prince. Are you alright?" You asked, he's zoned out and stopped bandaging your bruised wrists, the chains used to lock your wrists were tight and bruised your wrists. There was the unfortunate part he was talking about, you wouldn't say his name at all! You'd call him prince, your highness... It's great and all but at least just say his name once!

he snaps out of it, he really doesn't know how to bandage and sweatdrops at how bad he did it. You sigh, you know little about medicine, but this was basic knowledge! Well I guess not for him... You held his hand and guided him how to do it properly. And he was just staring as if on a trance. Your hands guiding his left him on a daze.

Finally, your wrists are properly bandaged, it wouldn't have taken 30 minutes to do it if it weren't for Juan's persistence to do it instead. And when you were about to let go of his hand, he held your hand tighter. You looked at him with raised eyebrows. "Prince?" You spoke. He looks at you, you're quite puzzled at his expression as you cannot properly tell what he is thinking of or feeling at the moment. "You seem adept with bandages." He says, 'Duh, it's basic knowledge...' you mused to yourself, you nod.

# ⑅·˚ ♡︎ — Day 2

You were given a choice on either to be a personal maid or just the castle maid.

(Juan route) You chose to be a personal maid, and of course they assigned you for Juan. So you serve him.

You sighed, it's hard to deal with this man when he's acting so stubborn and so... Odd? How do you describe it?

There are times he's acting like such a brat, always whining and bitching about things, then there are times he's acting like a puppy? Like how he'd always melt at your touch—you could just go and touch his hand and he'd lean closer for more.

"Oh c'mon!" Juan whined, "You're always so busy! Despite you being my personal maid, you shouldn't be so occupied with work—unless you're working for someone else." His eyes darkened for a split second, his voice deepening. But his childish pout is back once more.

"You aren't right?" He asks you, his voice sounding desperate. You blinked thrice at his words. You smile and pet his fluffy brown hair. "No, I really don't think anyone but besides you would take me in anyways— I'm just a fortunate servant." You reassure the young prince. He melts in your touch and he treasures your touches. It almost feels like he's purring, like a cat...

So you pull away. A servant spending time with its royals can cause scandals—you don't want to lose your head. You noticed the way his eyes darkened and the way he started frowning. "I should get going..." You held your broom back and walked away from him to continue your duties, leaving the disheartened prince alone.

# ⑅·˚ ♡︎ — Day 3

The noble who bought you and put you in this predicament died, in a brutal fashion. When the news spreads, you feel your face pale, yeah he was a piece of shit, but he was a noble either way. Your family is in danger—! Well this world family—and you! Because of what happened, you are 100% a suspect.

Juan looks so happy today, while you look scared, it's obvious how you tremble, how you flinch at everything, everyone is always staring or has something to whisper about you, and you can hear it clearly.

Your hold on the broom tightened, you flinched when you felt Juan hug and snuggle you—like how he does ever since you became his personal maid—he smiles wholeheartedly, oblivious with your obvious discomfort.

"So, are you free today? What do you think about marriage?" He asks happily, no shame or filter or whatsoever. You stayed silent, he noticed that. "Hey?" He nudged you.

"Is it about the murder? Well don't worry about that! I had that settled with Pedro." He tells you. You perk up at his words, he could almost chuckle at the way you lightened up just because of that. How silly of you.

"Pedro? Yeah. I dealt with the noble and the consumer." Juan thought of those words he told his big brother, but he puts it in the back of his mind. He smiles at how you brighten and gets more lively at the news.

"So are you free?" He asks, you nodded, unable to see the reason why not.

PRESENT (double it and give it to the next person)

Biggest mistake ever. You breathed heavily, and that echoed through the room. You moved around, chains making sound.

You're chained on the bed at an abandoned tower part of the castle.

You've cleaned this place before, he has made you clean this place a lot. If you would've known that you'd be locked inside, you'd give more effort in cleaning it.

But the worst part is—

"Hey (Name)!" A happy voice calls out as they open the heavily locked door with glee.

There stands... Juan.

You immediately backed away, as far as you can while chained. He pays you no mind and sits at the very bed you're chained on, "I have good news!" He announces, is he finally letting you go?

If you'd paid mind to his actions, you would've noticed how he was trying to court you— HOW HE ACTED DIFFERENTLY AROUND YOU. Maybe if you weren't denying that he had feelings for you— Maybe if you weren't so sure that he wouldn't fall for you because you're a servant— you wouldn't be here by now.

You would've never found out how horrible and deranged he is, how he killed that noble— well you half-heartedly like him for killing that wretched dastard— but even your (in this world) whole family? Your older sister, mother, and disowned father?—you thank him for killing him too BUT-!

"Well, I finally got my father to agree! In fact, he gave his blessings to our marriage because it makes me happy— you too! We'll finally get married!" He says wholeheartedly and holds your chained wrists.

Funny how he was the one that removed your chained wrists back then, but now he's the one putting it on.

"We'll finally be together, like lovers and make a family!" He says happily, you paled at the thought of that. You don't like the thought of the process in giving birth— much less giving birth itself! You shudder at the thought of fucking him.

You want to shove him off— push him away and step on him and run away from this shit hole and kill yourself. Because what the hell, maybe you really should've not been cheap and bought a proper book for ibong Adarna—fuck yourself.

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Spoiler: he was good in bed

He defo got married with you. And now you're a princess with him.

And you're trying to not get killed by his concubines.

Wait no— you're trying to not kill yourself and get those hot mamas concubines killed.

He's defo shameless.

for some reason the whole plot of ibong Adarna never happened because of this

Pedro becomes king

Diego is nowhere to be found (locked in his room like always)

And Juan is a two faced whiny brat 😔

Either the nicest or the brattiest. No in between.

Bro is spoiled, expect him to be a brat, but also a sweetheart <3

Remember when I said that he purrs like a cat? He's actually a dog

Cause I can't draw (I'm not done drawing yet) have a chibi version of what he looks like 🗣️🔥

I preferred giving him green rather than blue—I think blue fits Diego more honestly (I like purple shhh, but I still think blue suits Diego more >:[ )

I also don't draw dogs sooo

I also have drawn him so many times on paper that I think I really like drawing him now 💀

I listened to the voices, so have this

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[luvrbug]

Hi! Your imagine was so cute 😭😭😭

If requests are still open, could you do the same boys reacting to the reader developing feelings for them and confessing?

Like, seeing how they react and how long it takes for them to finally accept the readers feelings by confessing they feel the same?

I hope you have a good day! ✨

🙏🥲

FIRST OP REQUEST !!! thank you sm :] ive been checking my box every 5 minutes LOL.

WARNING; general kidd violence in his, marineford spoilers in luffy's

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Law

▸ Falling for Law is easy. Sure, he's rough and abrasive on the outside, but he is just. the most loving protective person ever on the inside. Especially of you're part of his crew.

▸ Law pretends like its difficult to get into his heart, and to some it probably is, but to his crew? He's an open book. He overworks himself constantly, refuses to sleep, eats once in a blue moon ...

▸ safe to say, Law is a mess. I can see him as the type to have feelings for you looooong before you develop feelies for him. He keeps quiet, knowing that these feelings aren't appropriate to have twoards his nakama.

▸ If you start to take care of him (like bringing him food, tea, coffee, fussing at him to sleep) Law isn't dense enough to completely ignore what this means. He still keeps his feelings locked away, he doesn't want to put you in more danger. Being part of his crew brings enough misfortune upon you.

▸ The confession takes place in a tiny, battered tavern on some one-village island. Law is as tipsy as he can allow himself to be, and you're almost blackout drunk.

▸ His walls are softer, and he feels safe enough that he can sit a little too close for a captain and shipmate. His golden eyes are staring into yours, and without warning you lean forward and kiss him. Directly on the lips.

▸ Law is stunned. The shocked expression doesn't leave his face while he listens to you drunkenly wax poetic about how much you love him. He knew you felt .. more than friendship, but definitely not .... this for him.

▸ Before you can spew more embarrassing nonsense, Law kisses you. Operation; success. (penguin, shiachi, and bepo are all celebrating in the background. such supportive friends.)

Kidd + Luffy under the cut!

Kidd

▸ He's not the easiest person to get along with. Kidd knows this. He's proud of it! Getting close to him is a feat in itself, but falling for him? An emotional triathlon.

▸ Kidd is even worse about the tsundere act than law. He spews the absolute MEANEST insults to his friends but he would decapitate someone for making you cry.

▸ Kidd is loyal and committed. He cares a lot about his crew, his few friends, and will stick to an alliance if all terms are met. He values the bonds he has even if he really sucks at maintaining them.

▸ The best way to show Kidd you care is to compliment his work, let him brood uninterrupted, and be just snappy enough to give him a good laugh.

▸ Kidd falls HARD. Especially if youve been showing him extra special attention. He gets all mushy and warm on the inside when he's around you and becomes 10x spikier in your presence. (the blush on his face is REALLY obvious, though)

▸ You will have to confess before Kidd literally explodes. Nothing fancy, or large. Maybe just walking into his workshop with a plate from dinner + kissing his cheek.

▸ However, if Killer somehow manages to wrangle Kidd into admitting his feelings, he will confess first. (because he has to beat you, obviously). Its rushed, screamed, and probably ends with your face being squished into his. (Killer is .. proud?)

Luffy

▸ LUFFY IS SO EASY TO LOVE. He's so open and honest and loyal and upbeat that its just !! impossible to not develop some sort of feeling for him. its crazy how lovable this squishy boy is.

▸ Loving luffy can be .. equally frustrating. With how much danger he constantly is getting into it feels like he doesn't value his own life. He's so willing to put himself on the line for his crew, for YOU.

▸ Luffy happily bears his heart to you. All emotions, feelings, thoughts just fly out of his mouth with no concern for anything. If he likes you romantically, you'll know. He's probably blurting something out along the lines of "i just want to squeeze you all the time" or "you smell nice" or even an embarrassing "i wonder what you tatse like" ... he cannot shut up to save his literal life.

▸ The confession has to come from you. its simple, quiet (until luffy starts screaming), and very, very cuddly.

[scaredshadowsswap]

(I hope my English is as understandable as possible) I'm embarrassed to ask this but I was constantly asked how the SCP staff would react If they meet an androgynous person for the first time D:

Your english was great! I actually have a lot of ideas for this at the moment, but this is the first time I’ve gotten a request, so it might not come out right. I wrote this generally as the non-binary or genderfluid type of androgynous, but I think it applies just the same to people who just look androgynous :)

Clef:

Clef is probably pretty understanding, but that doesn’t make you exempt from one-liners that cross the line. I imagine Clef will make a lot of pop-culture references, so there’ll be no direct insults, but you may be called the names of famous androgynous people. Be prepared to answer to Annie Lennox or Boy George at least once. No matter your identity, he’ll call you the name of whoever your hair is closest to. Since you’re the first androgynous person Clef meets, you’ll be hearing it a lot, since he has no one else to tease. However, Clef’s insults are not reflective of their opinions, because Clef insults everyone. I think he’d almost like working with an androgynous person more? To Clef, your appearance would be a plus in certain field ops and Foundation situations, so Clef’d probably want you on their MTF.

If you work directly under Clef, he’d be fun and terrifying, just like normal. He’d definitely have an issue with anyone who made fun of your appearance and was serious about their comments, but he’d find a roundabout way of scarring them mentally for life :)

Kondraki:

If it was just seeing you in passing, Kondraki wouldn’t care. If it was working with you, I don’t even know if he’d notice. Kondraki is notoriously bad at names, which makes me think he’s probably also not great at faces. He seems like the type of guy who would take 4 months to notice your hair is firetruck red, so I wouldn’t worry about Kondraki at all. He only cares about if you are hardworking, if you’ll do his paperwork for him, and if you’ll change the coffee filter.

That being said, you’re the first androgynous person Kondraki is meeting. Since you look different from most of the people he works with, he’d probably love taking pictures of you because you’re a unique muse for photos.

Iceberg:

Iceberg will absolutely open the conversation with an insult about your appearance. How you respond will determine how he views you, almost like he was testing you. For best results, answer calmly, confidently, and do not reply with another insult, as he seems quite sensitive. His “Why do you look so weird?” would best be countered with a simple “I don’t know, but I like it!” or something along those lines. He will probably roll his eyes and not say anything else, but he will speak to you again in the future. However, I don’t think Iceberg would have an issue with you looking androgynous at all. I think he’s lacking a filter, and will say whatever pops to mind in a sort of mean way. He was simply acknowledging that you look different to what he is used to, but I think he’d like the style. If you end up becoming friends, he may begin to emulate aspects of your style. He would definitely gift you a scarf sometime to see you you’d style it so he could copy it for future reference.

Gears:

Gears is a short one because he wouldn’t care, or at least, he wouldn’t let anyone know. He is cold, reserved, and respectful, and treats you exactly the same as he treats most researchers. Even if you were working directly below him and he got closer to you, I don’t think he’d acknowledge your appearance except to tie it back to work. “Your hair is a mess, I suggest sleeping at your apartment tonight instead of on a couch” or something like that. Never a comment he wouldn’t make to someone else. However, I think he’d compliment you if you ever changed your hair/makeup/wardrobe, so he definitely notices and thinks positively of it.

Shaw:

Shaw would LOVE it. She’s been genderfluid for a very long time due to 963, so it would probably be a shock to them when they saw a person who looked gender-neutral and/or androgynous. But, it would be a pleasant surprise. He’d probably invite you to tea sometime or some sort of poker event, but you two are besties for the resties.

Shaw would definitely confide in you about their issues related to 963 very quickly, but they’re a decent judge of character and wouldn’t overwhelm you with their struggles. She will absolutely recruit you into her pranks, and sometimes play some on you.

Rights:

Rights would also love you, but it’s because she’d have so many ideas. She’s fashionable, and would have so much fun giving you ideas, whether it be for an everyday casual office outfit, or a formal suit or dress. If you worked directly with Rights, she’d be very low drama with you.

Glass:

Glass is a therapist, so he’ll probably be pretty happy to see that you are doing something that makes you comfortable. He might be able to give you advice on how to deal with some other staff who aren’t as accepting. Glass is a pretty short one because I can’t imagine him caring about your appearance past making sure that you felt comfortable in your skin.

Strelnikov:

Strelnikov…He’s from Russia. I think of Kondraki as traditional, but Kondraki is from Massachusetts, and Strelnikov is actually from Russia, and I think it would take him some time to get used to it. He calls all the male nurses “babies”, so I wouldn’t expect very much from this man.

If you’re hoping for any respect from him, you’ve already raised your standards too high. He may try to pull your records to find your sex at birth, he may snoop through your apartment, but he will not play fair or kindly. He might make comments about it, but at the very least, he won’t talk about you behind your back. Every comment he ever makes about you will be to your face. He might come around…three years later…

[1800naveen]

This fandom has a problem.

The acotar fandom can be a cesspool but many of you know that already.

How some people treat Gwyn, Emerie, and/or Nesta, to defending actions that should never be defended, to other bullshit.

But one of the bigger problems is the racism.

Do you think you can come into this fandom with that kind of hatred in your body and proceed to type it out and everyone would be cool with it? Because if it's yes, you're wrong.

A majority of this fandom are white, the other being poc. I don't see a lot of poc but they're out there. And for some reason, there are people who have a problem with that.

Are you proud of yourself if you do something like this? Does it make you happy when you act like a piece of shit? When you act like fucking scum? When you act like a bigot? Calling people slurs? You must already feel like dogshit before so doing this must give you the boost that you so desperately need.

I don't understand racists. Why are you so heated about a person's skin color or their ethnicity or the country they come from? We're all human at the end of the day and we were put on this earth to love each other but some of us didn't get the memo.

There was some white chick who made a post ranting about faeries and its Irish roots, how it has white people, and started to bitch about the black characters. Her account got banned, bless but still, whomp whomp, you racist hoe. A person had talked to them about this and the OP got offended and proceeded to act like an asshole towards them. Ho, why is you mad?

I haven't seen the post but I imagine the OP going like this: "Silly little black people! They always think they can accomplish everything by just sitting around!" (This is from Drawn Together and Clara said this, she's also racist so if the shoe fits).

I've made some posts of SJM's portrayal of Celtic culture and how it's demonizing but I never once brought up or said shit like this.

Are you aware that these are fairies? Fairies don't really have a specific skin color assigned to them. Are you aware that fairies can have the skin color of a rainbow? They could be blue, green, orange, etc. Have you heard of elves? Well, SJM's fairies are basically that, they aren't really fairies but eh.

To anyone who has said racist remarks about characters or to other people in this fandom or any fandom in general, just know that your life is as significant as a cockroach's dick. A bunch of chauvinist pigs who come on the internet and act like they're tough shit.

You aren't worthy of drawing breath if you treat people like this. With the confidence and courage you have to act like this online, put that energy into taking a blade and pressing down on your wrist or tying that rope around your disgusting neck and pray to your God for the courage to kick that chair or put a bullet in your skull, right in the minuscule portion of your head that you think contains some semblance of rational thought, the shriveled lump that you call a brain.

I don't give a fuck if you're offended by this, never should've been a racist. Never should've insulted the country they came from. Never should've called a person a negro or the hard r.

People like you are a plague upon this earth and I pray for the day that you will one day vanish and slither back into the hellhole you came from and be set aflame, forever burning in the hellfire🙏🏾.

You ain't shit, you never were shit, and you never gonna be shit. 🎵Guess we both ain't shit.🎵

(If you got a problem with this post, just know that I don't give a fuck if I hurt your feelings. This had to be said.)

Take care and don't be a dick, it's not cool dudes.

[dlartistanon]

at first i didnt think they were too bad, but the moment i got to her max trust line i insta-cringed. ngl im fine with playersexual stuff *sometimes* if its done tastefully (which is extremely rare) but reducing a complex character like her into that is just :/ she only has like two lines that mention anyone else, and only kirsten is explicitly mentioned.

What makes it especially frustrating is that Muelsyse was an intriguing and complex character long before being made playable. Reducing her down to that is the only correct way to describe what happened to her.

Take Gravel for example as the complete opposite: she was introduced as typical pandering and it wasn't until Near Light/her op rec/module that we actually got any more depth to her character. Meanwhile Muelsyse went from complex and layered to "uwu sad water wife". The damage has been done. She's no longer a character, just a "waifu".

It's so insulting. If you want an in-depth look of what her actual character is like, read this post. She was foundational to Rhine Lab's creation some 20-odd years ago, Magallan and Ifrit are the only characters who call her by her nickname, and despite sharing notable screentime with Saria in the Rhine Lab manhua, MUELSYSE DOES NOT MENTION HER OR IFRIT AT ALL.

Just imagine if Nearl's characterization took a freakin' nosedive and she started waxing about how much Doctor changed her life and now is the Most Important Person to her. Who cares about her family, Shining, and Nightingale? They don't affect her as much as Doctor. Doctor is the only one who can understand her, who can give her what she wants. Imagine this happening to Talulah, who doesn't care about Alina and/or Reunion as much anymore because she has Doctor now. Do you get it? How utterly deplorable that is? Throwing away all previous connections and because the player has to feel relevant?

I normally roll my eyes at player pandering, but it genuinely makes me so angry because I grew to love Muelsyse so much as a character before all this nonsense. I both look forward and dread Lone Trail because while there are great Mumu scenes, there's unfortunately just as many that are just plain awful. And they all have to do with Doctor pandering. It could've been 12/10 if Doctor didn't exist in it. I hate it. I hate it so much.

[sanjisblackasswife]

Monster Trio with a Black Girlfriend Headcanons (NSFW-ish)

A/N: this is like so long…like..wtf..

Luffy

our Brazilian King here would be the most fun to be with ngl. Being in a relationship with him is no different than being his friend really. The only difference is being a bit more touchy and protective.

He literally loves everything about you from your hair, shape, and just who you are as a person

He loves giving you his hat btw. Especially when you show off your natural hair

Speaking of natural hair…

Probably one of the funniest things that has happened in your relationship is when you take out your braids for the first time.

Ok picture this: Nami just announced it will be getting colder in the next few days as y’all set sail and it’s about that time you want to take out your braids and be natural while it’s cold.

So, You’re in your room as everyone is minding their business and Luffy barges tf in looking for you if you wanted to play tag.

Mf loses his mind seeing the braiding hair all over the place pls

“Y/N YOURE BALDINGGGGGG!!???”

“What? NO I AINT BALDING ITS FAKE HAIR!”

Pls calm this man down he is running all over the ship looking for Chopper

After a good kick from Sanji and Nami you drag him back to your room with your hair now half braided and half a fro to explain to Luffy that you’re not losing hair or balding it’s just fake extensions.

He’s still lost but he’s a good sport about it.

He actually sees your real hair for the first time, it was pretty short when you first met him but you stayed in braids for so long you managed to get a lot of new growth.

Luffy has sparkles in his eyes seeing how pretty and healthy it is(not in a weird way but seriously whether u had a TWA or long curly hair it was all pretty to him)

He also loves your thighs heh

Before you two dated Luffy was already close with you in friendship and very touchy too.

There have been many times you have just been chilling on the ship with Robin and Luffy comes in, put his hat on your head, and takes a quick nap on your lap.

You have gotten ALOT of spit in between your thighs due to this

Don’t worry he also makes a mess of your thighs when y’all are in bed together

Ok lemme put some angst:

We all know OP isn’t afraid to tackle issues like human trafficking and even racism so imagine you and Luffy are in a pretty bad town and encounter some rude racist mfs.

So you and Luffy are grabbing a bite to eat when two idiots in the restaurant come barging in demanding drinks.

The waitress tells them they’ll have to sit at a table but they seen you and Luffy sit at a booth and pointed

“Why don’t you get those two to give up their seats?…the boy and…that person…people like her don’t deserve to even sit in an establishment like this.” And the man had his thumb pointed back towards you.

His tone was so disgusted and to further insult he made his statement known LOUDLY that a girl like you shouldn’t be in a place like this.

“Excuse you?” You muttered looking at the two men in front of you and Luffy.

Luffy wasn’t dumb, he only found out recently after you both started dating the heavy racism people tend to have towards black people which caused Luffy to be a bit more over protective over you.

. Luffy did sit and watch the men’s movements and words, because he knew you could defend yourself, however racist idiots always managed to take it too far and then your sweet boyfriend jumps to action.

“What do you mean ‘a girl like me!?’”

“Do i have to spell it out for you?! YOU’RE A N—“

Immediate knock out.

Broken noses, ribs, you name it Luffy went tf off on them racist jackasses

Your hand barely touched your weapon before Luffy punched the daylights out of said man.

It was actually kind of hot because his hat was covering his eyes.

“Idiots.” Luffy grumbled walking out the restaurant . He took your hand and a piece of meat in the other hand mumbling something about them being bastards.

Long story short after Luffy tossed the men up and down the street so well you ended up giving him the OL sloppy toppy as a thank you that night.

Speaking of sloppy toppy let’s get into the NSFW part of your relationship:3

First off he has seen plenty of naked women. But yours is just better

He don’t know if it’s your shape not being the same as other girls or your skin or just the way you smell but he enjoys staring at your naked body and bending it im crazy positions as if you were made of rubber too during sex

You’re always more sore after one round of sex with him rather than actually fighting marines Sksjsksks

You of course initiated sex with Luffy first after a few months of dating and you were the one to take his virginity (he took yours as well). He was kinda awkward about it though because stuff like that wasn’t something he cared to do.

However, you both got into the oral sex part and goodness he fell in love with you after that.

Luffy has a huge oral fixation so he doesn’t mind going down on you

He actually likes it more than screwing you im sorryejsjhsjdsk

Not that it doesn’t feel good being inside you

Poor boy started crying and moaning so loudly cuming inside you for the first time

It’s just you have a very interesting and addictive taste

His words not mine

He also really likes staring at your pussy Abseiskjdhdj NO JUST HEAR ME THOUGH—

Like when he is eating you out sometimes he just stares at how his tongue is rolling and lapping up your clit he forgets that you probably came at least 2 times :((((

It’s just so nice to look at to him especially if you have a fatter ….cat.

Loves burying his face in your neck pls.

You smell like shea butter and cinnamon the man is so addicted to your smell.

I feel like Luffy doesn’t have a favorite body part your thighs

But he loves rubbing his cock between your thighs as you both sleep .

Literally they’re so soft and warm especially after taking a bath.

Speaking of baths you managed to get him to take more baths

ONLY IF you take one with him.

Usually ends with him screwing you in the tub and y’all get more dirty than clean sksjsjsjs

All in all he loves you sm

Sanji

This man deserved the best head ever omg.

Luckily he has you and your beautiful lips<3

Ngl Sanji is the type of dude to call you his “Black Queen” IM SO SORTEUEKDJSJ

Literally any corny black girl “compliment he can think of he’d say it to you.

“Y/NNNNN MY BEAUTIFUL EBONY PRINCESS I MADE YOU SOME TEA!”

:(….hes trying.

None the less you being his first official girlfriend actually was more work than you thought.

Yes he’s very charming, sweet, honest, giving etcetc but his jealousy sometimes wears you out.

Anytime you two go out together and another man drools—let alone comments your looks Sanji’s already lifting his foot .

He didn’t believe you actually liked him back at first :(((((

Poor baby, he has trust issues. Pls give him all your attention.

It doesn’t take long though for him to accept you actually do love him just as much (if not more) as he loves you.

Said “I love you” on the first date

Threw you off completely, but it was so sweet and quick so you said it back.

A few of your love languages with each other is most definitely quality time and acts of service.

When there is an off day with the crew you and Sanji spend the day cooking meals you grew up with

I.E. whether it’s from your culture (like Nigerian food) OORRR simple soul food baby he is ganna FLIP. Especially if you cook it for him to try!

“Okay so this is Mac and cheese, fried chicken, greens, & corn bread. I didn’t make a whole lot because I wasn’t sure—Sanji?”

His whole world is rocked.

The seasonings, the flavor, the texture, everything that you just cooked was something he will put on his “new favorite food list”

“PRINCESS THIS IS SO DELICIOUS I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU COOK SO WELL!”

He asked to marry you.

He ask to marry you at least once a day

That’s actually how y’all started dating heheh

When he first met you, you were actually intimidating to him but not in a bad way SKSJSJS

He still fawned and drooled over you, but you nearly thought he didn’t find you attractive because even when you joined his heart eyes was still on Nami more than you.

Even after Robin joined after you he seemed to stir his attention to the two girls more than you.

Granted you felt like it was probably because you weren’t his type, you didn’t have those girl’s shape(for example if you’re pear shaped) your hair wasn’t like theirs, and you were a bit more of a tomboy than anything so it made you feel a bit insecure.

Or maybe the mf didn’t like black girls who knows KSHSHSJS

Complete opposite tho this man is a whore for black women

It only annoyed you because somehow you’ve grown a crush on the idiot.

However all those things were the reason why Sanji felt so intimidated + you’re incredibly strong willed and ain’t afraid to speak your mind and that’s what made you so much more attractive to him than another other woman he met.

And you do so one night while Sanji cleans up the kitchen.

You knew this was a bad idea, a bit cringe, and out of character but the curiosity was eating at you and you knew if you didn’t ask right then and there you may as well just get over your crush with him; “How come you don’t like me?” You said without a care in the world leaning on the door frame arms crossed pouting, Sanji recognized your voice and felt his soul drop a little hearing your crazy question.

“Don’t… Like …you?”

“You heard me. It’s not like I’m jealous or anything (you were) but…I don’t know it seems like when I want to hang out with you, you seem to be more interested in Robin or Nami to be around…I know I don’t wear dresses a lot or skirts…and I’m a bit rough around the edges but …as your crew mate…AND FRIEND…I…um….I…”

You didn’t even hear Sanji approach you so closely as your tangent was going on with your eyes not meeting his. He felt so bad making YOU feel bad.

He grabbed your hand rubbing the palm of it with his thumb.

“I’m…im so sorry, Princess i—I um…”

Que the dramatic music

“I AM SO SORRY M’LADY! YOU DESERVE TO BE TREATED LIKE THE QUEEN YOU ARE I CANT BELIEVE I MADE YOU FEEL SO ABANDONED BY YOUR PRINCE! PLEASE FORGIVE ME—MATTER OF FACT NO DONT FORGIVE ME I DONT DESERVE IT!”

“Sanji..”

“I PROMISE TO NEVER HURT YOU AGAIN—“

“Sanji…”

“I’LL DO YOUR LAUNDRY, COOK ALL YOUR FAVORITE MEALS, ANYTHING TO—“

You actually found it amusing seeing how much of a drama queen he was asking for you not to forgive him, and you’re a big softie for him so to shut him up you grabbed him by his nape and kissed him.

His lips were so soft omg

“Marry me.”

“HUH?!”

And that’s how I met your mother

Ok we finna get spicy over here

Sanji is a boob man. We know this. And because of this he loves seeing your boobs ALOT.

“They’re like chocolate kisses.”

You nearly started crying from laughter when you let Sanji fondle your chest.

“Do not say that again will slap you—AH!”

Too late Sanji popped a whole titty in his mouth.

Ngl after a few months of dating and gaining each others trust he started to become a bit OOC.

Meaning….in the bed.

At first he’d ask you repeatedly if you felt good having sex with him, but now that he knows your body…well..

“R-Right right there San—-JI YES!”

“I know baby I know..”

Tf this boldness come from

Ok so you took his virginity too. It was just a Process because Sanji kept bleeding on you.

Had to use a blindfold on him which really had him cuming in seconds.

He sometimes moans in French.

Maam…

He moans in French in your ear and you slowly grind on his cock

“S-SA—-“

“Tu te sens si bien sur ma bite”

HOHOOO I GATTA MAKE A SHORT DRABBLE OF THIS

You find his French accent so sexy

Cocky bastard knows it too so if you are acting like a bit of a brat he whispers in your ear some of the dirtiest things he wants to do to your body in French

You don’t even know what he’s saying it just sounds hot KabsjsKSBSKS

Sanji most definitely loves to finger you.

Great past time when you both are alone and you wear a short dress or skirt

Your pussy>>>>>>>>>>>>life is his whole mentality being with you in bed.

When it’s your hair wash day Sanji always invites himself to help you, but it always starts off with him helping washing your hair, then once he rises it he begins kissing your shoulder, then your spine and then next thing you know he lifting your pretty brown thigh on his shoulder kissing and eating your pussy under the hot shower head <3

He keeps those days marked on his calendar SKSJSJ

Zoro

I told y’all he wasn’t racist

Mf is a simp for black and Latina women too he just won’t admit it fr.

This mf here..

He mf adores and can’t stand you all at the same time

Seriously your little smart remarks is ganna be the death of him.

Zoro actually loves a feisty/strong woman. He’s usually around the girly girl types plenty but seeing a woman that isn’t afraid of fighting grown men 10x her size is what led Zoro to pursue you

However he didn’t know he had a crush on you you were the one to get it out of him💀💀

“Why don’t you admit you like me already? We could have been dating like…a week after I joined y’all.”

“What?! I don’t— !”

“You’re literally cuddling me, Zo…”

When you first joined shortly before Chopper you both automatically had a love/hate relationship.

You were a gunslinger and he was a swordsman there were plenty of debates on which was better

“At least I can still fight if I run out of bullets..”

“At LeAsT I DonT RuN ou—-shut up! If it came down to it and we ended up fighting I’ll whoop you so disrespectfully boy..”

“YOU WHAT?!”

Me and Mrs. Petty everyone <3

You both tend to argue a lot but it’s stupid arguments that you start because you love annoying him.

And he knows this.

Zoro also likes patting your butt

It’s never sexual—you’re the sexual being in the relationship (we’ll get to that later)

But Zoro loves your fat butt.

Literally. The man is a butt man.

The way you sway your hips when you walk and how your butt effortlessly moves has him staring for way longer than he should.

And you know this.

However he usually pats your butt to get your attention

“Common we head to head to the ship.” He stated in your ear walking past you giving your bum a light slap and slowly dragging away said hand off your bum.

It turns you on sm pls

Loves to nap on your tummy

Looks like a grumpy baby with his strong arms around you and his face slightly tucked in with his eyebrows furrowed

He usually lift up your shirt to have skin to skin contact

Sniffs your hair a lot

Don’t know why he does it but sometimes when he’s standing behind you he just lowers his head and does a subtle whiff

You don’t question it….you kinda wanna though.

He lets you hold and use his swords

You have threatened him with it…many times.

Also if you have a TWA(or any natural hairstyle really) or like finger waves of the sort he friggin loves that. Whenever he’s holding you he tends to run his rough fingers through your curls and sometimes helps pull out any kinks he may randomly find

You woke up to him one time eyes completely focused on a tangled curl you had

It was so cute

“Zo—-?”

“Lay back down im not finished.” He pushed your head back down gently still taking out the curl.

Despite that Zoro really has no clue on how to be a proper boyfriend sometimes so you have to teach him.

A lot.

“Why would you randomly want flowers where would you put them?”

“ITS THE THOUGHT THAT COUNTS YOU ASS.”

He’s trying.

Y’all never go on proper dates though.

Zoro doesn’t think it’s necessary, you both spend a lot of time together training or when you dock on a ship.

However if you REALLY wanna go on a date he’ll take you.

Ended up in a mess.

You both got lost.

Zoro was fighting random pirates

You shot a guy

Y’all fell down a hill because Zoro slipped and grabbed your arm

Never again

His dick makes up for all his stupidity though

Okay don’t get mad…

But I don’t think Zoro is as great with sex as y’all say he is OKAY JUST LISTEN TO MEJDJDDKSKS

I do believe he can LEARN HE IS A GOOD AND FASTER LEARNER

But it took so long because he’s so easily flustered.

Just like Sanji and Luffy he was a virgin and you had a bit more experience.

You went down on him first and he was actually more embarrassed than turned on KSBSJDKS

But he just felt weird seeing you in between his legs damn near gagging on his cock. You liked it though.

“Are —-are you okay?”

“Mmhm. Why does it not feel good?” :(

“No ! I mean yes! IT DOES! DAMMIT YES YOUR MOUTH FEELS GOOD!—“

When Zoro first slid inside you you swore his eyes rolled back and he swears you were just seeing things.

“Feel good don’t it.”

“Shut the hell up.”

No but after the 2 years he definitely got much better and bigger

He knows how to read your faces on what hurts and what feels good and it’s honestly something he pats himself on the back for.

He loves it when you sit on his face btw.

You’re thick, he’s thick , and he loves your thickness so sit on his thick head. Both of em

Remember how I said you were the more horny one of the relationship?

Not true he is but you’re more vocal about it.

“Zoooooo….I wanna sit on your face.”

Man nearly drops his dumbbells on his foot.

“What is wrong with you?!” Literally been craving to eat you out all day since he had a dream about it this morning though.

His tongue…..

Whew

My mans is a messy eater

VERY MESSY AND AGGRESSIVE TOO

You like how he manhandles you so it’s not a big deal but if anyone were to see him eat you out they’d think he’s literally EATING YOU

He loves holding you up on his shoulder to eat you out btw

You’ve been caught once by Usopp in the aquarium with you back high on the wall and him sucking your clit

Us couldn’t speak to you for weeks

Zoro didn’t give af

Ok he did a little because his dick was out

Amazing bf.

[khaosrealms]

I love the Syzoth X Princess!Reader so much I can't even- ❤️❤️❤️ Is it alright if I request something similar but with the Lin Kuei trio? Syzoth falling in love with Sub-Zero, Scorpion, and Smoke's younger sister? I imagine her joining the Outworld investigation bc "Lord Liu Kang, you're sending two of the least stealthiest people in our group for a covert op? With all respect, why in the world did you think this was a good idea?" Basically pressuring the local demi-god into letting her tag along, and the mission going to hell anyway. Super-ninja be damned, the chaos cannot be contained. I also imagine Johnny isn't going to let that fact go anytime soon.

NUWA’S RAZOR. / SYZOTH X LIN KUEI! READER.

a/n: of course it is alright to ask for such a request, that is why i’m here! thank you so much for sending the ask— i am happy to respond 💚

- Perhaps it comes with the territory of being the sole sister of a family of boys. A sense of responsibility likened to that of a mother coordinating a group of toddlers. Younger than your brothers you may be, but hardly inept and hardly easily swayed enough to be told by your Lord when your presence is unneeded. What else was he to expect, when you spent the many of your living years upon Outworld’s soil doing everything in your power to prevent your brothers from slaughtering one another where they stood? If there was anyone more capable of investigating Outworld with discretion, it is you.

“Look at them, my Lord.” You utter, gazing upon his champions. A cabbage farmer, a former yakuza, a deadbeat stage fool. Men who can hardly so much as breathe before taking a bite at one another’s necks. Well, at the very least— with Kung Lao, it was more to take a nip at your own. Easier to control. “If it is recognition you fear, you know you may trust me to remain hidden much better than these… Earthrealmers you have chosen.” You do not miss the gasp of insult that escapes Johnny’s lips; rather, you choose ignorance. Searching for answers in Liu Kang’s glowing eyes. Yet nothing speaks, so it is words you are forced to accept. Words that come in what you imagine is a form of sigh from your Lord’s lips. “No one is to know that you are Lin Kuei.”

- And also, perhaps, you should have simply chosen to let the Earthrealmers suffer their own given fate. The bickering, the clumsy coordination, Tarkat, Shang Tsung, by god, Kenshi’s own eyes. By the time that you awake in a cell, dank and filthy with the smell of corpses and gore, you feel as if that day, you’d been better suited to remaining at home. Continuing your daily training as you’d had for years on end. But instead, waking with an ache in your head so deep it rushes to your spine and forces you up, you realize you no longer had that privilege. Here, instead, you were residing within Shang Tsung’s true laboratory— soon to be faced with the horror of being taken apart and made into whatever greeted your eyes through the cell’s bars.

- You’d been the second in the cell to awake, after Kenshi, woken by virtue of true and utter pain, gouged of his sight; and Baraka, awake since his capture, there to fill the hours alongside you both while you stew in your fate. You’d learned from the former merchant that your jailer had passed prior to your awakening. And now, all five of you await for his return, well— some of you. Johnny and Kung Lao were deep sleepers, it seemed. For now, the ones in the waking world, Baraka, Kenshi, and yourself, filled the rancid air with words. Jailer, you wondered. A chance to flee, bars wide enough to wrench a hand through, threaten for freedom. Options, all waiting for you to spring upon the man who chose to align himself with Shang Tsung and would die for his choice.

- Nearly, you do it. When Johnny finally rouses, stumbling to Kenshi’s side, your jailer appears. Dressed in green, red fabric tied around his bicep, and a tattooed arm that reaches in just enough to be held and twisted around. But it is Baraka who makes the first move, his word that gives you enough pause to listen and discover the true nature of your jailer. Not a herald for Shang Tsung’s cause— a slave to it. His family in the clutches of a man who would slaughter them if so much as a whisper of betrayal left him. A shapeshifter, a Zaterran. Syzoth, a name you only learn due to Shang Tsung’s arrival after fighting the hoards of his creations. A sorcerer who revealed your jailer’s only purpose for remaining in enslavement was a lie. His family dead “many moons ago”. Suffering for no cause but for Shang Tsung’s cruel ambition. Here to die alongside the five of you; suffocating in toxins.

“I should’ve simply stayed with my brothers.” You can’t seem to get the rancid smell of Shang Tsung’s labratory out from your lungs; no matter how hard you breathe in the air of Outerworld. Johnny cackling out a laugh. And too, that smell sitting in the newfound companion of Syzoth. But rather, more so— the scent of despair. Enough to give you pause; to bite back Bi-Han’s insults and instead lean towards Kuai Liang’s guidance. “…He will get what he is due.” A momentary sentiment, but you can see his eyes flicker. Heard, even in the abyss of his mourning. “I am sorry, for your grave loss.” For a moment, he reminds you of Tomas. A sort of kindness in a place where it should have no place coexisting. “Thank you.” “Thank me once we get what you are owed.”

- From that time forth, an agreement formed between you both. To seize the moment, to make Shang Tsung fear the hour for which his own actions would smite him, and you would be there— to assist in that vengeance. A blood pact, almost; shaken hands on even. A source of comedy for Johnny, who found nothing but delight of the thought of the ‘big bad serious ninja’ actually shaking someone’s hand. Syzoth simply shared in your confusion. A mutual link of attitude towards the odd Earthrealmer. If a bit more lenient of his callousness than yourself.

- In Syzoth, you suppose what you find is a… reasoning for balance. You’d cared for your family, always, yes— but you never considered what truly was at stake had someone taken them away. If, like your father, all those you loved were slaughtered. Would you still find the determination to keep going once they were gone? Would you still fair with that kindness he holds when the two of you speak during the night? Still passionate about living beyond vengeance against Shang Tsung— enough to laugh with the Earthrealmers where you failed to join. Too set in Lin Kuei ways; the silence of it, the tight grip of it that these days Bi-Han holds over it as grandmaster. You’d never considered it before. That it was possible you could be swayed. That it would be a Zaterran who would make you question the way of the Lin Kuei as it was.

[thisismisogynoir]

I cannot with this.I get that 'narcissistic' as an insult is inherently ableist but Hobie's not 'an ableist fuck',he's a fictional character and it was a one off line💀Like this just screams white,imagine hating like the first mainstream black punk character that's actually as popular as they should be and is like the blackest designed superhero ever PLUS a literal fascist killer and huge activist that took in a trans girl bc her abusive dad kicked her out........because of one line he said that was never backed up or referenced.We never should've let yts have Spiderverse ong

I agree so much with this. Now I won't deny that using "narcissist" as an insult is ableist and I can understand op being upset at Hobie for that, it's still a wild reach to claim that Hobie is ableist because of that one line. He is a fictional character who does not exist in a vacuum, he is controlled by writers who chose to make him use narcissistic as an insult. If there's anyone you should be upset with, it's the writers.

Hobie has always been shown to be nothing short of open-minded and woke and respectful of other people's cultures and identities, and promoting freedom and anarchism in general because, fuck, that's what punk is all about! Even I, someone who has a very low opinion of men as a whole, think Hobie is amazing and would love to hang out with him if he were real! He just seems like a really warm and welcoming fellow! And at the end of the day, no one is perfect, even woke and open-minded people have their blind spots, so even if we separate the art from the artist we could always say that Hobie, as someone from the 70s, isn't aware that using narcissistic as an insult is ableist, and would definitely apologize and do better. Like demonizing cluster-bs is something that is so normalized and embedded in our culture that even the most progressive and super well-meaning people can still fall prey to it. Yes, even other disabled and neurodivergent people, including those who ARE cluster-b and don't know it. Hell, I'm cluster-b and consider myself a progressive person and in the past I used to use "narcissist" "sociopath" and "psychopath" as insults because I just didn't know better. Once I did realize it was bad, however, I stopped. And the same could be true for Hobie.

If OP is so mad about it(which is fair, but still) they could always just write a fanfiction or create a headcanon where Hobie learns the true implications of using cluster-b terms as insults and stops doing it. Hell they could even hc Hobie as being cluster-b himself! But taking it out on the character and calling him an "ableist fuck", when, once again, you're all right to be upset, but that's a little bit too much. I bet if Hobie was white or non-Black this person would have patience for him and understand that it's not his fault, but the writers' faults, but because he's Black, because he's dark-skinned and Black, and alt to boot, he's a big bad scary monster who would definitely beat up narcissists and sociopaths for fun and therefore he must be demonized, attacked, and mistrusted according to this person.

TLDR OP get a grip.

[writingsofwesteros]

What do you think finally sends Jacerys over the edge with Vaemond’s daughter?

I think what really might’ve done it is when after seeing Aegon. Fucking HIS MOTHER. IN HIS BED. And simultaneously calling him a bastard while saying he plans to give her more, Jace is near the end of his self control. He’s taking a walk to clear his head. Afterall, it isn’t as if he can return to his room! Not with that taking place.

But that is the worst time to be walking the halls. For he soon comes across a sight that finally makes him lose his cool.

Aemond. His fucking uncle Aemond. The smug bastard parading around HIS sister with a swollen belly, proudly talking about her “bastard womb” and how she’s going to birth dragonseed, and to add insult to injury, sounding like Daemon when he says that.

That Aemond. Now has Jace’s sister. Completely naked. As the moonlight hits her body. A blindfold over her eyes. Tied up as if she’s his captured pet and he’s her ravager. Her nipples are achy and swollen, even beginning to leak a little, clearly after Aemond desperately squeezing and sucking on her breasts.

Her pregnant belly even more clear in the moonlight. And that’s when she squeaks as Aemond smacks her arse. He makes eye contact with Jace, just as naked as her.

And Jace sees the last thing he wanted to see tonight. After just watching one of his uncles visibly enter his mother, he now watches as the other lines his cock up with the leaking cunt of his sister as he slowly pushes in, making her sigh in satisfaction, saying his name.

Aemond starts to move in and out, deep and slow but thrusting hard each time, making her breasts bounce a little.

“Ohhhhh Aemond.” She groans and tilts her head back as he does so, not knowing of the audience they have. “Ohhh just like that.”

She has such a satisfied look on her face, fully surrendering to the feeling of Aemond inside her. He puts one of her legs over his shoulder as she lies on her side, body exposed and moving with each thrust.

She breathes out and moans. “It does- ooh. It d-does feel better… from that angle yes!” She gasps breathlessly. “Oh seven hells don’t- mmmm oh don’t sto-op!”

Aemond smirks at Jace, and as if the sight isn’t enough, rubs salt in the wound again.

“Uncle said nothing compares to a pregnant woman’s cunt. I think he was very right, wasn’t he my little breeding sow? Doesn’t it feel better to be full of me when your womb is swollen with my bastards?” He purrs and begins to rub her clit. “Doesn’t it?”

“Ooh! Oh seven! Yes yes feels so much better uncle- mm!” She bites her lip as she moans, rocking her hips against him. “Want more, want more uncle! Please keep my womb full!”

Jacerys wants to run and Aemond almost snaps when she says that. He almost grabs her then and holds her up to fuck her like he’s never fucked before, anything to finally act on his deepest fantasy, that she just begged for. Daemon really was right, now that pregnancy has given her such a need for him, she’s finally melted. Oh he plans on finally letting go himself…. But not in this moment. Not before delivering the final blow.

“Beg for it my bastard slut. Tell your uncle you want to be full of his white haired babes. Birth proper Valyrian children. Tell uncle your bastard womb exists to birth dragonseed. Say it slut!” He’s letting this go to his head a little. As a treat, and starts thrusting harder while rubbing. She cries out and gasps, she’s so painfully close.

“P-Please uncle! Fill m-my bastard womb with proper Valyrian seed! Oh! W-Want… want to give uncle lots of white haired babes! I-I exist- mm! My womb is for uncle to fill! Y-Yours Aemond! L-Let me birth your dragonseed! Bless my womb and keep it full uncle!”

She spoke much more than Aemond expected, and that’s where he breaks, pulling her close and pounding her on pure instinct, while capturing her mouth in the deepest and most perverted kiss one can imagine, as she comes falling over the edge, clenching hard on his cock. Her legs shaking, eyes rolling back. Finishing like she never has before. He squeezes her breasts so hard she yelps and he groans out himself, pressing deep and thrusting hard as he spills himself inside in a way he never has either. Ordering her to take it, take it deep.

They’re both so caught up in that, they don’t hear Jace running away as his boots echo through the halls. The two only coming down from the highest of highs.

That is it.

That is fucking it.

Jacerys has had enough. He’s full of rage but oddly…. All he can think of is Vaemond’s daughter. He needs her in ways he’s never needed anyone. And he cannot have the patience to wait anymore. He bursts into her room. She’s changing to prepare for bed. And he catches her at the worst time. Naked.

She yelps in shock, blushing madly and stammering, but Jace can’t hear that. He can only feel his cock aching. And she looks so beautiful….. the prettiest girl he can think of…. Oh the pretty shy girl….

And he grabs her, putting her on the bed. Before she can think, he’s between her naked legs, burying his face in her cunt and licking and sucking like a starved madman.

She squeals out, only getting out have a protest, as Jace holds her wrists, her legs shaking as she feels a feeling she’s never experienced in the whole of her life.

He can’t do it. He can’t stop. He stands. Essentially ripping his own clothes off. The girl getting a full view of his painfully hard cock. Her brain is a little fuzzy at the sudden end in the pleasure. But suddenly she’s been moved on top of him. Face to face with his imposing cock. And to make matters worse, he’s licking at her again. While she opens her mouth to moan, he shoves part of it in. Making her gag. He holds her head and slowly moves her, up and down, pushing her further down each time as he feasts on her cunt.

She makes the most delicious noises…. It’s taking everything not to finish down her throat right now. Instead he nips at her clit. And suddenly and unexpectedly, she finishes. And hard.

Jace pulls her off him and holds her face, looking at her dizzy expression. A hidden masochist? Oh this…. This changes so much.

He rips his own shirt to tie her hands, holds her body and in one hard thrust, makes her a maiden no more. The noise she gives is between a cry of pain and an odd moan and he LOVES it. He holds her neck and fucks. He moves his cock hard and with all his strength, penetrates the most beautiful girl he’s ever met with the most delicious cunt he’s ever known of.

This damn whorehouse of a court, driving him to the edge. And now fucking the daughter of the man who shamed him and his brothers. Her entire body shaking and arching from the force of his thrusts. He’s high on the pleasure of it all, and bites at her nipple as he chokes her. She clenches around his cock again, moaning and he can’t take it. He spends himself inside her, as she claws at his back, pushing so far in he swears he’ll kiss her womb with his cock. And slowly comes down from the high.

Vaemond’s daughter had been caught off guard. She was so embarrassed when her dear friend Jace saw her like that. And suddenly he was licking parts of her body she’d never known could be licked. But then he bit…. It hurt. Why did it hurt GOOD. And oh seven hells, she couldn’t take his entire cock in her mouth. And yet he forced the entire thing in her maiden cunt with no regard for the pain. She truly felt as if a depraved man had stolen and eagerly had his way with her. She could hardly think! And when he choked her…. Bit at her breast….

Her cunt is sore and throbbing…. There’s marks on her neck…. She feels his seed leaking out of her and she’s dizzy.

And by the seven the only word she can manage?

“M-More….”

I've got no words, the hottest thing ever ! Poor Jace just being pushed to the breaking point and its delicious to witness

And by the seven the only word she can manage?

“M-More….”

Jace would lose his mind !

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here's a better expression of my opinion on the situation.

i personally think that nobody is fully at fault, nor is anyone completely absolved of guilt. this has been a long-standing problem in the despair time fanbase. due to dtdev's wish to stay anonymous, people become too comfortable with what they say, forgetting that dtdev can see everything about their project. this becomes a problem when you make the developer of a project you love choose not to do fan interaction things anymore. this situation, as well as many others, have made dtdev uncomfortable, as stated in their recent post. and you can't blame it all on neurodivergency. some things just shouldn't be said out loud, regardless of neurodivergency. being nd is not an excuse for everything.

at this point in time, it's not a matter of who's at fault or who isn't. this fanbase lacks basic human decency, compassion, and respect. i don't believe that the op of that confession deserves to be harrassed and attacked, but i don't believe they're completely innocent. neurodivergent or not, some things shouldn't be said, period. i also believe that the confessions blog should take some responsibility, too. they have a choice whether or not to post these confessions, and they fact that they did post this one shows a bit of carelessness, don't you think?

despair time is a passion project of dtdev. they don't have to continue it, it's entirely their choice. when we continue to disrespect them the way we do, can you imagine how they must feel, that they shared this project only to be receiving nothing but insults, backlash, and disrespect from "fans"?

the bottom line is, this fandom treats dtdev like shit. the apology by the op was directed to dtdev and no one else. nobody else gets the right to accept or deny their apology except the one who was directly hurt: dtdev.

this statement in the despair time server is a very good one, and i agree wholeheartedly with it. thank you, cam.

i've seen numerous different opinions on the topic. whatever you believe, i will not fight you. i'm simply stating what i believe is right, and so help me, if any of you come knocking on my door trying to tell me that i'm wrong because of this, that, and whatever, i'm going to be blocking you.

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It's like, 11pm for me rn. Long post ahead lmao.

Y'know, I was just thinking about that one post I saw a while ago about Katara faking being the Avatar instead of ever finding Aang, and, well. How much of ATLA's stuff wouldn't happen or happen differently if Aang wasn't there?

Also, travel time lol. The Gaang gets the advantage of Appa being able to Literally Fly, but without Aang, no Appa, and thus no flight. You can just handwave it by saying Katara can travel faster by water using waterbending I guess. A surprising amount of ATLA happens a reasonable distance near bodies of water, but some parts happen unchangably inland. Also, Si Wong Desert lmao. Aint no way she's waterbending herself across the desert.

Also, imagine how much power Katara needs to fake being Avatar. Aang is OP, frankly. He's practically a one-man army. To be able to fight on the Avatar's level, with waterbending as well as her "fakebending", she has to be an abnormally powerful waterbender. Her fighting style would probably evolve to be a form of immense field control, spreading water all throughout the land so she can use it at any time to mimic different bending styles.

Anyway my thoughts on season 1:

In "The Boy in the Iceberg" and "The Avatar Returns", Zuko has no real reason to be aware of the Avatar's presence. Since Aang never gets unsealed, the giant sky-beam of light never happens, and Zuko never gets alerted to what Katara's doing. The Fire Navy ship doesn't happen either, since Aang doesn't get Katara to go in, so the flare doesn't go off. Zuko can literally leave the South Pole without ever meeting Katara or knowing about her (false) status as Avatar.

If we really wanted to make them meet, they could meet as Katara and Sokka boat themselves out of the South Pole, on the ocean. Zuko ignores them, of course, because what does he get from shooting traders? It's dishonourable. He does see them boating their way out though.

In "The Southern Air Temple", the world has no way of knowing the Avatar is back. Even if they decide to visit, since Katara isn't actually the Avatar, she can't resonate with the Avatar statues, and none of the worldwide temples get the big glowy light message. It would also be funny if Katara pays her respects to the past avatars, explains her plan, turns to leave, and then the past avatars just go "Eh. She'll do." and send out the "Hey, Avatar's back guys!" message.

Zhao also never gets the news about the Avatar being there. Zuko can just dock to resupply, get insulted by Zhao, win the Agni Kai, etc.

"The Warriors of Kyoshi" is probably the first place where it would make sense for Zuko to meet Katara. As a neutral spot, Zuko can reasonably dock there. Maybe Uncle Iroh gets him to take a break from Avatar hunting. While it's highly possible that this is where they can first get into conflict, as Zuko sees Katara demonstrate her "Earthbending" in town, it's also possible that Suki and the Kyoshi warriors get get them to Not Do That, and get Katara not to fight them, leading to a peaceful interaction between Team Katara and Team Zuko.

Omashu would probably be where news of the Avatar could spread to the world for the first time. Katara would obviously want to advertise herself as the Avatar for hope-bringing reasons, so the news spreads throughout Omashu. Fire Nation spies in Omashu can reasonably send word to the capital, which is how while Ozai would learn of the Avatar, Zuko would not, at least for now until he gets wind of the rumors.

"The King of Omashu" and "Imprisoned" can still likely happen, since Bumi obviously wants to get a handle on this new Avatar that replaced his old friend, and it's reasonable that by the time of Imprisoned, news of the Avatar's description wouldn't have reached that far yet.

"Imprisoned", though might go a little differently. The main thing in Imprisoned is Aang and Sokka ferrying themselves over using Appa, then Aang airbending all the coal out of the prison burners for the prisoners to use. Katara... can't do that. Or, well, she can because her pretending to be the Avatar in this AU means she's also ridiculously OP. So either she beats the warden's ass herself, or she uses waterbending to both douse the burners and steal the coal, which is explained away by her recognizing she has to help the prisoners save themselves or something, idk.

"Winter Solstice Part 1" might actually be almost identical to canon. Roku's reason for calling Aang is to warn him about Sozin's Comet. Assuming Roku knows about this upstart Water Tribe girl impersonating his successor, it's highly possible he'd also summon her to give the same warning. The village chief can have maps so they can find Crescent Island, and Zuko still shows up to see the Avatar because he's heard of her by now and realized his mistake.

Part 2, could also be pretty close. Being even more powerful in this AU, she can pass the blockade no problemo. The rest goes literally exactly the same, though in my opinion, Katara would have to experience backlash from hosting Avatar Roku in her body. She's no the actual Avatar, after all. Alternatively, she doesn't do that, and gets out on her own strength. Roku doesn't destroy the temple, and they either beat Zhao's ass or just straight up run away.

"The Waterbending Scroll" is interesting, because Katara being pissed off at Aang is arguably what causes the conflict in the episode. She steals the scroll and stays up late praticing because she's mad that Aang's natural at waterbending, so she gets captured by the pirates. It still makes sense for her to steal the scroll (Liberating waterbender stuff from pirates, wanting to see what actual waterbending forms are like), but I'm not sure how the pirate confrontation goes down, because at this point in the AU, Katara's could probably beat their ass just fine.

"Jet" goes pretty much the same, actually.

"The Great Divide" is a surprisingly problematic episode for this AU. This is a pretty Aang-heavy episode, with Appa being used to ferry the sick Zhang and Gan Jin over to the other side, Aang playing peacemaker in a way that really only he can, and most importantly, Aang being actually 112 is what lets him pull off his bullshit story at the end. I have no clue how to handle this episode, tbh. Let's pretend that this doesn't happen because Katara travels more by water, okay? TGD is kinda dumb anyway.

"The Storm" can also go basically the same. it's fine. Katara's a waterbender in a storm.

"The Blue Spirit" also can go remarkably similar too. It's unfortunately a rather important Zuko moment, so skipping this is out. Canonically, Katara gets sick. So here, she also gets sick, so she can't just power through Pouhuai. Simple solution, though it does feel rather contrived.

"The Fortuneteller" either goes with Katara beating the lava's ass, or the village being destroyed and them moving out of it, proving Aunt Wu wrong. Aang solidified the lava by airbending it, so Katara could do something similar by waterbending it. Maybe she can "fake earthbend" the trench even deeper than it reached in canon so

"Bato of the Water Tribe" goes similar. Maybe Bato can help Sokka and Katara fight off Zuko and June, since Aang isn't involved here. Zuko tracks Katara as usual, gets beaten up, they leave.

In "The Deserter", I think it'd be cool for Katara to challenge Jeong-Jeong to a spar. Why? Simple. She wants to feel firebending in a more controlled environment - The only times she's been firebent at so far she was fighting for her life - so she can mimic it more effectively. I think at this point she'd already have taken her Icebending to the other extreme in Steambending, so this fight would be her trying to either refine it, or come up with a more visible technique to mimic firebending.

Can waterbenders bend alcohol? Katara bent perfume once, so she should be able to bend low proof alcohol. A quick googling shows that our modern perfumes are around 15-20% alcohol, so reasonably Katara can probably bend alcohol made with ATLA level tech, the proof can't be that high, and the water content will be. Quick way to firebend, I guess. Keep a supply of spark rocks around to light alcohol on fire. Maybe Jeong Jeong drinks in this AU and she uses his alcohol to develop alcoholbending I guess.

(Side note, why do earth and firebenders get all the cool LoK bending? Waterbenders get healing and spiritbending, which is cool, but Earth and Fire get bending that feels different, while waterbending always uses the same water.)

"The Northern Air Temple" goes similarly, but for the life of me I don't know how Team Katara would discover the War Balloons. You know what? Maybe they don't! They discover the war balloons when War Minister Qin pops around and they confront him, leading to events as in canon. Maybe the Fire Nation never gets the original War Balloon here, actually, because Katara beats their ass and as such it never goes down, but Teo's father actually gets to show off the War Balloon to Qin, and if the Fire Nation can build a big-ass drill, they can recreate the War Balloons from a detailed description.

Finally, we reach "The Waterbending Master" and both parts of "The Siege Of The North". This is, quite literally, Katara's element. "Avatar" Katara beats Pakku's ass, finds out about the "Grand-Pakku" thing, the invasion goes as usual. Zhao might not get to kill the Moon Spirit here, since, well. Katara kind of relies on the Moon Spirit, so she does everything possible to get his ass before he gets the Moon's ass. Alternatively, this is a great place to have Katara's secret unveiled to any potential companions she's hiding it from, and also Iroh. Zuko isn't there, Yue dies so the secret isn't spilt by her, and whatever remaining fire nation soldiers won't be there when Katara reveals, at around the same point Aang does the Big Fish Thing, that she can't bend. iroh, I think, is willing to keep it a secret, especially since he's seen how powerful Katara is, and that she's actually pulling it off. This would also tip Team Katara off to Iroh possibly being on their side as well.

Finally, I wonder if other companions could join Katara. Assuming Kyoshi Island doesn't get Zuko'd, Suki might be a contender for a companion, wanting to help the Avatar on her journey (and also Sokka, but less so). Sokka comes along, of course. he's Katara's brother, he's not letting her con the entire world without him. I'm drawing a blank for any other potential companions, though. Maybe they cna meet Toph early lol? I really want Katara to show up at Earth Rumble as The Avatar though, so probably not.

Idk. This is my two cents on this idea, maybe one day I'll actually write it, but that day is not today. Maybe I'll get back to this with my thoughts on season 2 as well.