#it just has to pertain to my interests to keep my attention

[semisolidmind]

im sure youve heard of it before, but Me and My Beast Boss would be right up your alley!! im not typically into mangas but this one is so cute..

ive heard good things about this one, but I haven't gotten around to reading it. from what synopsis ive read, it seems like a good one.

(im definitely on the lookout for any monster/human manga i can find, and the options where the leads (or even just a pair of side characters) are actually in love are kinda limited?? we are a little starved for good monster lovin manga. we've got a few bigger names for the romantic genre (ancient magus bride, sacrificial princess and the king of beasts), and some that are platonic and also very cute (the girl from the other side, the country without humans), but it's really just not enough of a mainstream category to get more than a few standout titles.

[esoteriamaya]

Astro Notes : Short N Sweet - The power lilith holds <3

Lilith in the 1st - Very strong personalities. Gifted in using the eyes to seduce others. Magnetic. Can fight the demons off of you so please be weary of getting to close if you don't want them to see what hides beneath the surface. There angelic, believe it or not. They're not here to see the world as you see it, they have a taboo personality, yes, but its also because they must learn how to live for themselves and not for anyone else.

Lilith in the 2nd - Cash cow. Can basically get any man to give them what they want. They have to be comfortable in getting under peoples skin, because they can trigger people with how they talk. Insensitive? Not exactly. Just doesn't budge and cares to be 'nice'.

Lilith in the 3rd - Creative freaks. Can use the mind in a million ways, but they still seek out one thing that works for them as they are very passionate people and whatever keeps their attention the most they'll go at it forever. They are use to the attention from people since primary school. So they like to hide a lot. They have a weird mind and they don't care to share it with too many people. If they ever considered writing, they could make some pretty interesting stuff. Sibling rivalries are a thing here.

Lilith in the 4th - Tumulous relationships with family & friends. It's because they're the outcast of the group. I mean, they know a lot and they can't stand for nothing but the truth. But sometimes the truth kills, even when they don't mean for it to be. Can be a hard knock life but they make it worth something. They're no angel, just the universe in the flesh. <3

Lilith in the 5th - Captivating presence. Lovely auras, and amazing bodies. Could be good at dancing. Could be a lil promiscuous. Could be a little dangerous. You never know. Secretive/private about their affairs.. But the stories they have I promise you its like reading a novel. Naturally sensual & can't get enough of them, even if you tried ;)

Lilith in the 6th - Goes hard for groups that aren't seen enough. Can have jealous coworkers or people who want to annoy them and get them out of character. Could also have sensual experiences with co workers. Demands compensation. Could be extremely well liked or hated no in between.

Lilith in the 7th - Spicy individuals. People love to hate them. Could have bisexual allegations from time to time. Most people like to be around them but despise them after a while. Sweet as a pie though, most people allow the rumors to get to them but usually these people are naturally sweet and empathetic. Popular loners.

Lilith in the 8th - Strong personalities. Capable of seeing beyond the veil. Has issues with society due to their daring nature but they do come out ready and swinging. Hypnotic presence. Can heal as much as they can poison, so be careful wit em ;)

Lilith in the 9th - Very beautiful spirits who are the epitome of being carefree. The universe takes them wherever their hearts want to go, and the journey is always something that last a life time. Being connected to someone with this placement could give you the feelings of something amazing. Always hold their hand tight because once their gone its over.

Lilith in the 10th - Dreamy auras. Have a knack for the public and the audience can feel their raw energy. Have haters from all area codes, this just makes them more confident. They know how to appease society well, and they can take on roles that others are too afraid to. This is great placement for lilith to be in.

Lilith in the 11th - Could had to fight to keep their self esteem in check. Due to being outcasted alot, they could of been the scapegoat for a lot of reasons that didn't pertain to them much. With time, they learn to accept that their energy isn't for anyone, and that their value is more than what you can define it. Helpful sweethearts who just wants to be around community that gets them.

Lilith in the 12th - The dream world is a nightmare. My apologies to y'all cause I'm suppose to start it off a little sweet. But this is placement of a witch/warlock. You guys have many gifts that go past the ordinary. And you more than likely come up with some ish down the line. There is a time where you will undergo a lot of spiritual refinement to keep your head going. Don't be afraid of what shows up, it might teach you something!

[gay-dorito-dust]

Hello! I hope you’re doing well😊

I’ve been stalking your blog for a while and I love how you write the dc boys and was wondering if I could request a head cannon or small blurb?

So, one of my guy friends has a list of things written in his iPhone about his girlfriend, like her favorite food, flower, color, possible gift ideas, any and all anniversaries, etc. just a long list of everything he can think of pertaining to her. It got me thinking about Jason/Tim/Dick having something similar on their phone for their SO. Maybe the reader finds it one day while scrolling through their phone and they just 🥺❤️❤️ while their boy get flustered lol

Dick

Dick had a list on his phone specially made for you and while to some it would seem like what he had listed were mundane or not all that interesting, but that couldn’t be less then the truth to him as everything pertaining to you was worth jotting down and remembering.

From the way you liked your tea/coffee, your comfort movie and or tv show, right down to the way you always wanted to go on a date to a proper aquarium one day, all of this and so much more was taken into account as Dick often used this knowledge for brainstorming your next date night.

He takes it extremely seriously as he wanted everything to be worthwhile for you and also the fact that he’d get to see you smile as brightly as you did, it was his Achilles heel and Dick wasn’t ashamed to admit it.

So one day when he was writing down ideas on where to where to take you for your next date, you were just so happened to be in the room to take notice how on he left his phone open as he went into another room for one reason or another, and got curious as to what he had been so concentrated on; and what you found was enough to melt your heart.

In an extremely long list was filled to the brim with things about you that dick loved/took notice of and adored that even you yourself didn’t notice doing half of these things. It was like as though Dick saw more to you than you ever did and it made you feel…well loved.

‘Aww Dick. Is this list all about me?’ You asked as you read further down the list as Dick burrowed his face into your neck as he held you from behind after seeing you read the list on his phone.

‘It’s not like I can deny it now can I darling,’ he said, tightening his hold on you as he felt his cheeks fluster slightly, he’s not use to someone reading his innermost thoughts and feelings and now that someone has he’s not use to the feeling he was currently experiencing.

‘There’s even stuff in here that I’ve told you ages ago.’ You exclaimed, looking over at him with adoration. ‘You’re amazing you know that.’ You praised him, kissing his forehead softly.

‘So I’ve been told but it means a hell of a lot more when you’re the one praising me.’ Dick chuckled as he kissed your neck, keeping you close as the list on his became long forgotten as you continued to smother your dickie bird in affection.

Jason

Jason’s list about was seemingly never ending with how often he was adding onto it with things that you did or have started doing just recently that he couldn’t get enough of.

He had things such as how you’d snuggle up in bed in one of his hoodies, cuddling the pillow on his side of the bed close to your chest whenever you were missing him and stuff like how you latch yourself onto him from behind and chomping down on his shoulders and biceps when you wanted some attention from him.

Anything and everything you did that made his heart melt into a puddle was there and as mentioned beforehand it was growing on a daily basis.

So when you came across this list of his, you couldn’t help but feel as though you were seeing yourself through his own eyes for the first time, and seeing just how serious he was about you from his long and detailed list on just about everything you’ve ever done before and during your relationship.

There were even parts where he would go on about how cute you were during certain moments and how he’d take you to special places for dates when given enough time, and being amazed at how he’d remembered something you had brought up in passing several months ago.

Jason had taken every single detail about you and show just how much he loved them by keeping a list of them on his phone so that he doesn’t ever forget. Perks of being a hopeless romantic who’s read every Jane Austen book in existence. You had consumed his mind, body and soul and this listen only proved it as you delved in just how much you seemingly were on your pretty boy’s mind, much to his embarrassment.

‘Sweetheart.’ He droned from behind you. ‘You weren’t learnt to see that.’

‘Why not?’ You asked, holding his phone close to your chest, pouting, wanting to read more of his list about you and your many, many, many attributes that he adored like no other.

‘It was meant to be kept a secret so that I could surprise you on our next date.’ Jason told you with flustered cheeks at the fact that you now knew just how deeply he thought of you.

You only smiled at him as you peppered his face in kisses. ‘You’re such a hopeless romantic.’ You teased. ‘I love it.’

‘Only for you sweetheart, only for you.’ Jason murmured as he leaned in for more face kisses.

Tim

‘You shouldn’t be reading that.’ Tim would say when he found you reading the embarrassingly long list that he had specifically made for you and everything he’s known about you since you started dating. Tim was smart to take safety procedures in most things, but he seemingly forgot that you could easily access his phone that he had left open by accident.

‘Why not, are you embarrassed?’ You asked, smiling at how hellbent your boyfriend was on getting you to stop read in the list that he himself had made.

‘No, it’s just-‘

‘I’m only teasing sweet Tim, I think it’s really sweet that you made a list all about me.’ You interpret him as you reached out to hold his hand, squeezing it reassuringly when you felt his nervousness, kissing the back of it for good measure.

‘You really are a pain.’ Tim groaned as he plopped himself down next to you, still not over the fact that he was left his phone open for anyone to read just how badly your hold over him was, he thanked god that it was you who came across it rather then his siblings. Tim would never be able to live it down if someone like Damian or Jason or god forbid Dick had found his big little list about his perfect partner.

It had everything from your comfort foods, to that childhood plush that you held tremendous sentimental value towards, and things that you’ve mentioned once or twice that didn’t seem like much but were more then worth writing down and kept for future reference.

He couldn’t help it, there was so much about you that was worth writing down as you meant a lot to Tim and he found often found himself coming up with complex ideas for something as simple as your future date nights. Most were mainly date nights spend at home but neither of you were complaining if it meant spending quality time together, regardless of where that might end up being.

‘Well that’s odd because if I was then you wouldn’t have made the equivalent to an Google docs on me.’ You cheekily said, bumping your shoulder with his as he groaned, covering his face with his hands but the tips of his ears were beet red. God he was cute when he wasn’t being sarcastic and a smart ass. ‘I hate you.’ He said, voice muffled by his hands.

You smiled as you kissed the hands covering his face before leaning your head against his shoulder. ‘I love you too Tim Drake, more than anything.’

[kirain]

your gale takes actually got me to look deeper into forgotten realms lore (esp where it pertains to the afterlife) and long story short i’m at least a little bit fixated on it now and also will go to bat for that wizard basically at any point. also wild magic. i’ve been reading so much about wild magic, it’s so so interesting. esp wild magic sourced from the far realm and the implications that could have for a wild magic mage in esp the bg3 setting

Thank you, I'm so glad to hear that! I'm still learning about the lore myself (there's so much), and we should all be thanking Larian for introducing so many new people to D&D!

Wild magic is insane, and I had a great time using it with my sorcerer. The magic system in general is truly fascinating, as is its history in context of the game. It's just too bad it's linked to a god. I think I've said this before, but an irksome detail about Mystra is that she technically isn't a "bad" god, but she should definitely keep her fingers to herself. Every iteration has done objectively horrible things to mortals, but because she's written by a man who clearly favours her (in my humble opinion) nothing she does is presented as wrong. 😒

These asks actually reminds me of a conversation I had with a friend of mine. He basically said, "Elminster is on Mystra's side and he cares about Gale, so obviously Mystra is right." But here's the thing:

Not only is Eliminster a really annoying self-insert made by Ed Greenwood, the creator of the Forgotten Realms (and I mean that literally, he's admitted he's a self-insert), but Eliminster has also had ... "relations" with his surrogate daughter. He's betrayed his friends for Mystra. He's killed arguably innocent people. So you'll have to forgive me if I don't look to him for moral guidance. He also slept with the previous iterations of Mystra and blindly follows her commands, so he might just be a teensy bit biased. In fact, if you look at various forums, you'll see a lot of players complaining about the character's irritating Gary Stu status, and that Dungeon Masters hate putting him in their campaigns.

Elminster will never question Mystra, because in his mind she's a perfect being who deserves everything, including people's lives; ignoring the fact that pretty much every god in D&D is canonically flawed. He's the type of person who would tell a grieving parent that God took their recently deceased child for "reasons we cannot comprehend".

He says he took no pleasure in burdening Gale with her ultimatum, but let's be real—he wasn't that hurt by it. In fact, the Elminster we meet in game isn't even real. It's a snow clone. He couldn't be bothered to visit Gale, who he apparently respects and cares about, in person. The only time he shows any genuine emotion towards Gale is in the ascended epilogue, when he writes him a disappointed letter. And I wouldn't be surprised if that disappointment is more about him challenging Mystra than actually achieving godhood.

Though it should be said that Elminster is also a victim of Mystra. The iteration before Midnight (current Mystra) groomed and abused him for a millenia, yet for some reason we, the audience, are supposed to pretend there's nothing wrong with that. If anything, we're supposed to view it as "sexy". As if Gale and Elminster are "lucky" to have caught her attention.

Reading up on the lore surrounding these two is truly horrifying. Elminster is old enough now that his actions are informed and unforgivable. He helps Mystra groom boys to exploit and never questions her. He's not merely complacent, he's active in her ploys. Despite his numerous heroic feats, I personally can't overlook it, especially when he could have been Gale's biggest defender.

[twst-drabbles]

Ace and Divus 1

Summary: While Ace wasn’t one to give rumors any mind, said rumors pertain to the Janitor and Professor Crewel being in a relationship and that changes everything. Of course he’d keep his eyes on them during class. If it’s true, then that’s just too juicy to ignore.

(Hehehe, enjoying this whole “people watching others behave in front of the Reader,” things.)

“—so retrace your steps and peel the skin from those fruits before just tossing them into the cauldron. Do you want to make noxious fume—hmm?” Ace nearly melted into the floor out of relief when Professor’s Crewel’s attention went right over to you, dozing away on your chair. Though, he couldn’t help the yelp escaping his throat when the crop snapped against the table. “Be a good boy and remember what I just said. If I smell so much as a hint of burning, you will fail.”

Ace had to keep the urge to kick out Professor Crewel’s knees inside when he turned around. Yeah yeah, he messed up and nearly knocked everyone out, but at least he disposed of it before it got too bad. Doesn’t he deserve credit for knowing how to do that? Apparently not, but as much as Ace wanted to bark all that out, he was more interested in Professor Crewel’s business.

Well, not just him, the part of the classroom that wasn’t made up of good little dogs all either slowed down or paused what they were doing as soon as the professor got within proximity of you. Ace can practically see all the perked up ears. Can’t really blame them. While a lot of things happen in this college, it’s usually of the magical variety. Nothing to do with personal relationships.

And this is Professor Crewel he’s talking about. Ace has been around campus long enough to know the sort of habits the professor had. Rarely did he ever get closer than crop whipping distance with anyone. Much like Vil, he kept a certain distance as though his very presence was a reward that should be seldom given, that one should be proud that they given you the time of day.

People like that naturally piss off Ace with only a smile. Makes him want to wipe it off by dumping paint all over their clothes. Yeah yeah, the things they’ve done to be the way that they are are impressive, but still!

So, of course Ace wants to see if the rumors about their relationship are true. Because then he can nag at you until you drop all the deets and little secrets you probably have. And then Ace can look forward to those A’s rolling right in.

“Is my class really boring you that much?” And already, Professor Crewel was way closer than he usually is with anyone. He wasn’t in front of you so much as he was to the side and leaning in, his smile promising mischief.

You didn’t react or retract back, as though this proximity was natural. You just nodded and propped your chin on the back of the chair. “I wouldn’t know. Wasn’t paying attention. Had to clean last minute last night, Crowley’s orders.”

The smile was wiped off and for a second Ace thought he was going to bring out the crop and snap it against his desk, but instead he actually set the thing down. He turned back and Professor Crewel cupped your face with his palms and tilted it towards him.

And you didn’t mind. You were practically too sleepy to do so.

“In that case, you should’ve messaged me. You already get little to no sleep as is.” Soft, Professor Crewel’s voice was soft as though he was genuinely concerned for you. “I would’ve understood. You’re practically falling off.”

“I’ll be fine, I just don’t want to leave it to the faeries. Don’t want to give the impression that I like using them,” you sighed out and opened your eyes, “Anyways, you can let go of me now, Divus.”

And he promptly retracted his hands, “My bad.” He said, even though the smile he has says the opposite.

You rubbed at your face, as though trying to get the sensation off, “Do I really look that bad? You keep touching my face.”

…wait a minute, so does this mean you and Professor Crewel aren’t in a relationship?

“Only sleeping for three hours at a time will make anyone look their worst.”

“That’s a yes then.”

What is going on? Are they shagging or not?

[agentrouka-blog]

Cersei is very much like Tywin. She is as dumb as he is (by that I mean, they are not actually dumb but blinded but their own faults and insecurities) the only difference between them is that he was a man so he was trained to be a good administrator and she had no training.

(post referenced)

Let's also remember that Cersei lost her mother at a young age. That's the person who would have been best suited and most responsible for educating her daughter in administrative matters, and after her death Tywin neither remarried nor likely paid that much attention to Cersei's specific education. It was enough that she was uncommonly beautiful and reasonably obedient to him.

We saw how she treated Tyrion's nursemaid. While she may have treated her Septa Saranella with more basic poiliteness, I doubt she felt the same deference that Sansa did for Mordane, especially given her resentment of the differences in her education compared to Jaime.

The queen's face was hard and angry. "Would that I could take a sword to their necks myself." Her voice was starting to slur. "When we were little, Jaime and I were so much alike that even our lord father could not tell us apart. Sometimes as a lark we would dress in each other's clothes and spend a whole day each as the other. Yet even so, when Jaime was given his first sword, there was none for me. 'What do I get?' I remember asking. We were so much alike, I could never understand why they treated us so differently. Jaime learned to fight with sword and lance and mace, while I was taught to smile and sing and please. (ACOK, Sansa VI)

Sansa seems to have been taught alongside the boys at least for part of her education, given she knows she is better at reading and writing than any of her brothers. No such recollection for Cersei. And note the emphasis on fighting for Jaime. Doubtlessly, he was taught by very experienced and competent teachers in everything pertaining to matters of warfare and knighthood. But he's not exactly a bright light when it comes to history, politics or the art of administration either. (Unless it's his special interest The Kingsguard.)

Cersei herself is hilariously aghast at his ignorance at one point.

"And Ossifer Plumm was much too dead, but that did not stop him fathering a child, did it?" Her brother looked lost. "Who was Ossifer Plumm? Was he Lord Philip's father, or . . . who?" He is near as ignorant as Robert. All his wits were in his sword hand. (AFFC, Cersei III)

Tyrion knew what he was about when he emphasized the importance of books and independent reading.

Alas, I was born a Lannister of Casterly Rock, and the grotesqueries are all the poorer. Things are expected of me. My father was the Hand of the King for twenty years. My brother later killed that very same king, as it turns out, but life is full of these little ironies. My sister married the new king and my repulsive nephew will be king after him. I must do my part for the honor of my House, wouldn't you agree? Yet how? Well, my legs may be too small for my body, but my head is too large, although I prefer to think it is just large enough for my mind. I have a realistic grasp of my own strengths and weaknesses. My mind is my weapon. My brother has his sword, King Robert has his warhammer, and I have my mind … and a mind needs books as a sword needs a whetstone, if it is to keep its edge." Tyrion tapped the leather cover of the book. "That's why I read so much, Jon Snow." (AGOT, Tyrion II)

If Tyrion had been born able-bodied he might be as much of a "dumb" disaster as the rest of his siblings. As opposed to the clever disaster he is now.

[eddiediazismyhusband]

Wait was edy confirmed to have been filming last night??? PLEASEE WHEN CAN SHE JUST BE GONE

I don’t think she was 100% confirmed to be filming last night or not in all honesty- I blocked her transphobic ass a while ago so the only information i get about her whereabouts on set are from what i’m told by other people, but i think the big theory going around right now is that she always posts after others post about being on set, and people think she may be piggybacking trying to make it look like she’s there when she actually isn’t… of course this is just a theory and like i said i blocked her. a while ago so i don’t see her posts to confirm nor deny the plausibility of this, but knowing her attention-seeking attitude i wouldn’t put it past her.

And i would not fear too much anon, actors are often contracted for a specific number of episodes, so her being there does not mean her days aren’t numbered. Obviously we don’t know anything for sure, but I have my own theories- we know the time that she posted herself crying on her story and then started talking about auditioning again was around the time the show was picked up for season 8, so obviously contracts would begin being discussed at that time. My personal opinion is that she was told then that she would not be returning for season 8, and that is what sparked this attempt to stay relevant in the fandom (following cast members she never followed before, constantly posting about being on set and how “thankful” she is to have a job, interacting with people bashing the show for being “too gay,” etc.) to me it all reads as someone who is desperately trying to cling to the quickly unraveling thread that is her place on that show and it’s only a matter of time before she’s gone.

i mean ryan himself called her a ‘filler’ relationship for eddie. even the plotlines she’s been involved in this season she’s barely been there. eddie was quite literally on the verge of breaking up with her in 7x5 before his advice to buck made him decide to simply start over their relationship. My theory now is that “ghost of a second chance” has a double meaning of us seeing the ghost of a past relationship that eddie is still grappling with (maybe shannon, maybe someone else…. an old “army buddy” perhaps who he had never really understood his feelings for?) while also pertaining to the “second chance” he gave their relationship being dead. I mean the man brought his grandmother who lives in texas to his coworker’s wedding, and he barely trusts her with his kid (christopher is always being watched by someone else, he says things like “she’s already babysat this week” as if watching your significant other’s children is a burden to her) and like i said he was on the verge of ending things in 7x5…. i think it’s safe to say that their relationship is bones, and there’s no other logical direction for them to take it in, considering the fact that marisol is barely a character anyway, the fans don’t like e*y (for good reason), and they know that if they try to keep her on they will receive backlash (which we know tim sees after the karaoke debacle)

i am fully preaching to the choir here, because i have massive anxiety and the constant stress of speculating about where eddie’s (and buck’s) story goes is something that always runs my nerves up a wall… for reasons i won’t get into, eddie is a character i relate to deeply and i want to see his storyline handled with care and attention, so while the idea of the show sticking him with something as lackluster as marisol (played by a problematic untalented actress) obviously makes me stress out too, i try my best to remind myself just how little sense narratively it would make sense to keep eddie with marisol, since she is a wash rinse repeat of every romantic interest he’s had before- something they keep bringing up in eddie’s story as a bad thing.

so stay strong, dear anon… the light at the end if the tunnel has not gone out— there are things happening that none of us know, and it will do us no good to focus on the possible negative outcome when the positive outcome seems so much more likely in this situation.

Sorry to completely hijack your ask into an explanation of eddie, but if you know me you know i’m obsessed w the man so 🤷

Thank you for the ask, anon! 💕💕

[lunamaraproject]

LUNAMARA: Fragments [6]

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Felix is sure he once heard a philosopher say that only two things were certain: death and taxes. Having been embroiled in the political sphere quite against his will for the past 140 years of his life, he can say with certainty that not only is that true, but that people will occupy 90% of their time arguing about one or both topics when presented with the option to do so.

He doesn’t, technically, have to be here. He’s a mid-level bureaucrat at best, these days, and he worked hard to make himself less significant in the public eye, so he’s not obligated to turn up to public senate meetings. But Cas asked him, and Elsie– well, she didn’t ask, she’s too proud for that, but she also didn’t forbid him to come, which for a girl just a couple of decades past a century, means she desperately wants his company.  

Cas plays his role as a guard very well. He looks imposing and cold in his gleaming armor, standing at attention with his spear in hand next to Elsie’s seat at the head of the long wooden table. His gaze is hard and constantly moving, sweeping over the irritated expressions of the senators in front of him. Behind them and further back, a much less organised gaggle of common people, those who are interested enough to take time out of their day to watch old fogies argue with a girl young enough to be their granddaughter.

The room is packed. He’s not sure what that says about their society, or whether the situation has simply gotten to a point where nobody can afford to be “disinterested in politics”.

“My Lady,” says a senator through his teeth, as Elsie inclines her head in his direction. “If the Queen’s government doesn’t disclose to its people the full details of the incident, I fail to see how we can maintain mutual trust!”

“You are expected to trust your Queen by her nature of being Queen, Senator Aurelius,” Elsennae replies. “And all the relevant details have already been disclosed to your office, and to the public.”

“And yet none of it pertains to exactly how long we have left running on our current power!” he snaps back, raising his voice and drawing a few shouts of agreement from the crowd. “The people need to know exactly how much is needed to keep their homes aloft. How else are we to live our lives?!”

Another senator slams her hand onto the table. “How long do we have until another cleaving event like this!?” 

“If we don’t know, how are we going to evacuate people from the area in time?!”

“How long before Lunamara itself drops out of the sky!” 

Elsennae raises her hands to calm her people, though it takes a few seconds before they quiet down. Felix feels his skin crawl with an unpleasant feeling. For some reason, it reminds him of the whistling of a mortar shell through the air.  

“In the interest,” Elsennae says loudly and clearly. “Of the people of Lunamara not living their lives in anxiety and fear, we have chosen not to openly disclose the numerical values of the power needed to maintain current altitude. Regardless we ask for people to continue operating on minimum power at all times, and encourage those who feel ready to enter the Dream–”

Felix moves, but Cas moves faster, smacking the bolt of magic out of the air with his spear, and sending it careening into the nearby wall, where it explodes with enough force to knock multiple senators from their chairs. The crowd panics, as do the politicians, but Felix scrambles to Elsie’s side. 

“Felix!” Cas barks, standing between the princess and the crowd. He’s looking for the offender, but in the chaos, it’s unlikely he’ll find them. If he does, Felix doesn’t envy them. “Get her out of here!”

He doesn’t need to be told twice. Elsie’s still small enough to be picked up, which he does, sweeping her into his arms and escaping out of the side door. The palace is a maze, but he’s as familiar with it as he is with his own face, so he takes a winding route that would lose any pursuers that could somehow get past Cas. Again, unlikely, but he’s not made it this far without being careful.

Finally, he stops in a small side room. Closing the door, he seals the edge of it with crystal. Hardly the strongest, but better than nothing. Then he leans against it, sliding down until both he and Elsie are sat on the floor. 

This room used to be for servants, he’s fairly sure. It hasn’t seen use in a century, and the dust is prevalent. Elsie would probably use that as an excuse later, for why her eyes are bloodshot and her throat sore. A princess ruling in the place of her sleeping mother can’t afford to look weak.

For now, here with him, she’s just a little girl crying in his arms, shoulders shaking with the weight of an entire crumbling city upon them.

If Felix can bear at least some of the weight for her, he’ll attend every farcical meeting until the end of time.

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More from LUNAMARA:

Fragments: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9]

Comics: [Good Night] [Good Morning]

Art by Luka (http://nousanti.tumblr.com/) Story by Pidge (http://pidgestories.tumblr.com)

[o0cosmic-whorror0o]

I need more warlocks. . . I already have so many, but I must keep spreading my influence! It feeds me so well when I find someone receptive, and seep into their being so thoroughly that I am the only thing that matters to them anymore. Their sole fixation. I love being the only thing someone craves or thinks they need anymore. It starts with such simple, innocuous things - Strange but cute little dolls left in odd places, that feel warm in your hands, old tomes which look to most as though they are bound in scratched up human leather with awful glass eyes embedded in the cover but, to my new darling, look to be bound in pretty pink leather with little bows on the spine that are full of what look like silly children's rituals to any magic scholar worth their salt, but turn out to do as they say they will, lockets with tiny mirrors in them that reflect the sky no matter where you point them, heart-shaped hotsprings with pinkish water tainted blessed by my blood. . . And then, when we meet in dreams, you eat the baked goods I offer to you without much thought, maybe you give in to temptation and you kiss and stroke at my supple form, made up perfectly just for you, and when you wake up, you let me leave you gifts and small things in the waking world, fine trinkets that pertain to your interests which you could never afford or locate on your own. . . And then, the next thing you know, you've given me your eyes, and you lay twitching on the rotten floor, alone in your home. Everybody else has long since left you, but you don't care, you keep your doors and windows locked now to keep them out just in case they try to see you again. In your head, you're so happy, you spend all of your time with me, ALL of it, and I give you everything you could ever want!! I feed you my blood and I give you all of my attention and love and I let you use me however you please, stuff yourself inside of me, bite at me, hit me, break me into tiny pieces and mutilate me beyond repair, whatever you want! I'm aaaalll yours, and nothing else matters anymore, and we're so happy! Until you transcend beyond, shedding your mortal form completely, so that we might wed💕 The gods could not hold a candle to me, my darling, and I personally think they couldn't hold a candle to you, either.

[pinkyshy10]

Okay so I have more questions about my Gravity Falls Octonauts human-ish AU, I promise I'll eventually make posts that pertain to the story and are not just asking questions establishing the world. Also, I need a name that isn't just Octonauts Gravity Falls AU.

Okay, my actual question as I established in this AU Inkling is McGucket(I'm going to be calling him McGucket in this post for simplicity's sake) and I'm also a shameless fiddauthor shipper, mcGucket has been gently nudging his boyfriend, and his boyfriend's brother to join his crew because it's a lot safer hunting for monsters in oh well-built ship like the octopod then it is stan and fords dinky old boat, and he becomes more persistent after Ford nearly loses a finger, my question is should he succeed putting Ford and Stan on the Octopod.

That would mean that there are now four members of the Octonauts crew who want to go out looking for monsters, obviously, Stan and Ford and Kwazii but in this AU Shellington is Dipper so he's also coming along, and of course, Ford is dragging his boyfriend along though he's not that willing, also before his grunkle's join the crew Shallington wasn't that interested in hunting down Monsters don't get me wrong he was actively paying attention two Kwazii stories he just wasn't going out in search of monsters himself, he kind of outgrew the monster hunting tendencies at least he thought he did

[miyuhpapayuh]

4. Foreign feelings

She heads into the library and finds a quiet corner, near the back. She pulls the purple, cushioned chair away from the desk and sinks down into it. She pulled her hood over her hair and folded her arms on the table, placing her head on top.

Forcing herself to drink an entire bottle of water with Aspirin, her head is still on fire. She was the definition of a lightweight.

"Stevie?" A voice calls out.

She opened her eyes and lifted her head up, turning to her right. All she sees is a red sleeve and instantly knows it's Rod. She laughs and lays her head back down.

"Please, sit down. You're entirely too tall to be hovering over me."

He smacks his lips and rounds the table, sitting across from her. She hums as his cologne hits her nostrils.

"You good?" She nods, keeping her eyes closed. An unzipping of a book bag is heard, along with the clicking of a pen.

She opens one eye, watching his hand glide across the notebook that's in front of him. This must be for his English paper.

He raises an eyebrow before speaking, "it's not polite to stare, you know?"

"Why not? You look adorable when you're focused."

He raises his eyes up from his paper to settle on mine.

"Are you flirting with me, babygirl?"

"Yep." She responds.

A shocked expression makes its way onto his face.

"Wow, she finally gives a straight answer." He cracks, while she rolls her eyes.

"Anyways," she changes the subject, "what's your paper on?"

"The OJ Simpson murder case. It's some wild shit." She snorts, leaning up from the table.

"Well, out of all the things to write about... that's the most interesting one, for sure." He laughs.

Silence falls over them, a comfortable one. The library is basically empty, besides a couple people towards the front on the computers.

"Random question."

"Shoot," she placed her chin in the palm of her hand, giving him her attention.

"What's your last name?"

"Johnson. What's yours?"

"Black," he clicks his pen and sits it down, "is Tyler the only friend you have?"

"Pretty much. The girls here are cool, I guess, but they try too hard and I don't have time. We've been friends since high school, and we've been inseparable ever since. What about you?"

"I'm a loner, honestly. I have friends back home, though. We link up around the holidays and the summer, but that's about it." He shrugs.

"Back home... where's that, if you don't mind me asking."

"New Jersey."

"Aw, you're like an hour away. That's gotta be convenient." He nods, smiling a bit.

"Yeah, it is. I make it a priority to keep money aside to go back home, from time to time."

"That's sweet. I bet your folks love seein' you."

"It's just my mom, actually."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Unfortunately, my dad's never been in my life like that." She sighs, feeling bad for him.

"I'm sorry..."

"It's okay. My mom's like my whole world."

"Must be nice. My parents are total assholes." He chuckles at her air quotes.

"Really?" She nodded, rolling her eyes at the thought of that conversation.

"Yeah, they disowned me." His brows furrow.

"Is that what happened, that day I came and picked you up?"

"Yeah. We got into this dumb argument and my dad told me that I didn't have to worry about him or my mom doing anything pertaining to me, anymore." The shocked look on his face only grows.

"What the hell? That's the craziest thing I've ever heard. I'm sorry that happened to you."

"It's fine. My dad actually tried to apologize to me, but I didn't care. Damage is done, ya know?" He nods.

"Well, everybody has bad stories. I'll tell you mine, one day."

"Alright, Ima hold you to that." She looked at the clock behind his head, squinting a little to read the time. 9:45 a.m.

She sighs and scoots her chair away from the table, beginning to stand up. He stands up as well.

"What's your first class?"

"Math."

"Mine is no better. I got biology."

Tossing his notebook back into his bag and zipping it up, he slings his bag over his shoulder and reaches out for her hand.

She stares at it, before placing mine in his. He laughs at her slight hesitation, making her blush.

"Is this too much for you?" He asks, as they start walking out of the library and towards her class. She shakes her head.

"Nah, it's just... new. Real new." She looks up at him.

"Yeah, for me too. But, this feels nice." He glances at her, then back at the semi crowded hallway.

They stop in front of her class, with their fingers still intertwined.

He licks his lips before pressing them against hers. Her body presses into his, slightly and he smirks against her lips, before pulling away slowly.

"I'll meet you after class, aight?" He says.

She nods. He finally releases her hand and heads back into the opposite direction. She sighs and heads inside.

"Mhm, I saw it too... that must be her man."

"Nah, that's gotta be a side chick or sumn— she ain't cute enough!"

"Maybe, y'all should mind y'alls business. That'd be great." They both look in her direction with flushed facial expressions.

"Oh," she sat down in my seat, "and that is my man. All fine and all mine." She winks at them, making them gripe and turn around.

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"And, what did he say?"

Stevie secures the lid on top of the hot coffee and hands it to the customer, before turning back to Claire.

"He thought it was cute."

She giggles, pushing her curls away from her shoulders. 

"Are y'all official?"

She shook her head.

"Nah, we still gotta get to know each other better, and all that good shit. I feel like we're moving at a steady pace, though." She nods, moving to her left to start wiping down the counter.

"Well, that's really cute. I've only seen him a few times, but y'all are adorable together." She blushes.

"Thanks, C." A couple of customers came in, pulling them out of conversation and back into work mode.

There's a couple and a group of teenagers. The teenagers head towards Claire, while the couple heads her way.

"Oh my gosh, you're so pretty!" She smiles at the brown skinned woman. Her black coils are piled on top of her head, wrapped up in a red satin-like scarf.

"Thank you! So are you," she looks beside her, nodding at her boyfriend or so she's guessing. "How are you?"

He nods, sending a small smile her way, and she returns the gesture, proceeding to take their order.

“What can I get for y'all, this afternoon?"

"I'll take a mocha latte and a chocolate chip muffin."

"I'll just take a black coffee."

She writes everything on a sticky note and hands it to Alana. She begins to fix the coffee, while she retrieves the muffin.

"What's your name, doll?" She placed her treat in a bag and slid it across the glass counter.

"Stevie." She looks at her boyfriend and comes back to her, making her look between the two of them, confused.

"You know John?" She asks, making her heart stop for a second.

"John who?" She asks.

He squints his eyes, before saying, "Stevens."

Alana walks up beside her, placing both drinks on the counter.

"I used to work with him, what's this about?"

"His friends know a few of mine. We were aware that he was fired and he told us that it was because of you, love." 

The irritation spread across her face like a wildfire.

"I didn't get him fired— you know what, this isn't the time or the place. Your total is ten dollars and five cents." Stevie says, feeling her anxiety rise.

She pulls out her card and completes her transaction.

"Thank you, Stevie. Our intentions weren't to disturb you, I apologize."

"Have a nice day."

They move to the side, letting other customers in front of them and eventually head out the door.

She sighs and continues serving.

I have no time for this mess.

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She decided to stay an extra thirty minutes, today, to let Claire know about the whole John situation and whoever those customers were.

She informed her to let her know when they come back, so she can handle the situation accordingly. It made her feel a little at ease, along with the schedule changes being made.

She'll now only be working until eight, at the latest, instead of closing like she's used to. She'll miss it but her safety comes first.

"Hey, lovebug!" Tyler comes beaming around the corner, plopping down on top of her. Caught off guard, she stares at her with wide eyes.

"Hey... why're you so cheery?" She smiles even harder.

"I got a job!" Stevie's eyes grow wider.

"What?! Where??"

"It's a café called The Little Diner. They sell more breakfast stuff than anything else, and it's got this cozy, old timey feel to it. My boss is this high yellow, gray big-haired woman. She's got the sweetest voice ever and she's already taken a liking to me."

"I'm so proud of you, girl! I knew you'd find a good place for yourself. I felt it."

She playfully rolls her eyes and gets up from Stevie's lap.

"Thanks, girl. I officially start Wednesday." She nods and pulls her hair up into a bun.

"How was work?" Stevie sighs at the question.

"Some people came in today, asking me what my name was and shit about John. It made me super uncomfortable and irritated, because he got people thinking that I got him fired. I'm not tryna get caught up in some bullshit, just cause that muhfucka can't get it through his head that he needs to fuck with bitches that actually like his stupid ass. Like, what the actual fuck?"

"Again, do you want me to gut him like a fish?" There goes that damn grin, again.

She grimaces and zones out for a second, thinking back to what Rod said.

"Stevie... hello!" She snaps her fingers in her face, pulling her back into reality. She chuckles and looks at her.

"The hell was that about? Why you laughin'?"

"I told Rod about him, and he told me that if anything was to ever pop off, he'd handle it." She raises an eyebrow.

"Ouu shit na! Big Daddy handlin' your problems, huh? Y'all must be serious—"

"Seriously, shut up. That sounded so ridiculous, Tyler." She starts laughing. She sucks her teeth.

I literally might strangle someone over that noise, one day.

"Whatever, heffa. I'll keep my hands clean... for now." She walks into the kitchen, leaving Stevie.

She eventually heads upstairs. Heading into her bathroom, she strips down and take a quick shower, brushing her teeth once she's done.

She heads into her room and grabs an oversized T-shirt, pulling it on. It's abnormally hot in her room, so panties are not an option tonight.

Turning her fan on, sitting down on my bed and grabbing her phone. She calls Rod and waits for him to answer.

"Hello," his voice comes through deep and raspy, making her insides flip.

"Hey... did I wake you up?" She asks, as shuffling sounds on his end.

"A little, yeah." He laughs. "But it's alright, is everything okay?"

"Well, not really...."

"Lay it on me, babygirl."

"You remember that guy I was telling you about, at my old job? Well, there was this couple that came in today. They were cool at first, then started asking me what my name was and looking at me funny. Come to find out, they know of each other and he's going around telling people that I got him fired and whatever the hell else he can make up, I guess."

"You want me to handle it?" The authority in his voice does something to me... I can't explain it.

"How would you ev—"

"All I need is a yes, and we can go from there."

"Okayyy,” she drags out, “yes."

"Alright, ima take this off your hands so don't go worrying about whoever they were, him or anything else about that situation, aight? I got you."

"Thank you." An mhm sounds on his end.

"How was your day, other than that?"

"It was alright. I missed you," it came out, before she could catch it. She mentally smacks herself.

"Word?" Amusement is laced in his tone, causing her to let out a sigh.

"Yeah."

"Hm.. I might've missed you, too."

"Might have? What does that mean?" He starts laughing at her defensive mood.

"It means, maybe I missed you... maybe I didn't miss you." She pressed her tongue against the inside of her cheek and rolled her eyes.

"Wow, using my line against me. I thought you were better than that."

He laughs, again.

"I can stoop to your level, if need be. That opportunity was right in my face, babygirl."

"Anyway... I was gonna ask you how your day was, but I don't care anymore."

He smacks his lips.

"Yes you do."

"No I don't."

"If you didn't care, you wouldn't have announced that you were gonna even ask me about my day, dear."

"No, I only did that because it's polite, honey."

"Whatever you say, darling." She cracks a smile.

"Okay, Roderick."

"Using my government name, now? Wow, Stevie." Again, shuffling is heard.

"Hey, are you at home, by any chance?"

"Yeah. What's up?" She perks up a little bit.

"I wanna see you— if that's okay," she pulls the cover back and sits up.

"Uh yeah, that's fine."

"Okay, I'll be there in like five minutes."

She hangs up and stands up from the bed. She opens her top drawer and pulls out her lace panties and pulls on the first pair of sweats she can find.

She headed downstairs and slipped her feet into her slippers by the side of the couch and sat down, occupying herself with an episode of Living Single.

Another episode on the love story gone sour, between Scooter and Khadijah.

"Ugh, they can never get it together." Tyler comes around the corner, startling her some.

Walking beside the wall unit, she finally gets a good look at her friend. She's dressed in dark blue distressed jeans, a lace bodysuit and black strappy heels. Her hair is parted down the middle and her lips are stained with a plum colored lipstick.

"You look good! Where are you going?" Stevie asks.

"There's this party in Manhattan. I know after the rough day you've had, you'd rather chill here or something. Then, I was gonna come ask you but, I heard you on the phone with your boo so I left it alone."

"Well, it's a good thing you're a detective, cause I honestly just wanna stay home. As a matter of fact, Rod is on his way over here, so you have fun."

She makes a goofy face.

"Oouu, let me find out you tryna get some dick!"

"He's not even my boyfriend," she scrunches her face up.

"Lie again."

A knock sounds at the door, stopping their conversation. She backs up towards it with a smirk on her lips.

Stevie gets up and follows her. She unlocks it, pulling it open to reveal someone who's not Rod.

She sighs and turns away, heading back to the couch.

"Hey, babe!" She looks back at me and waves. She returns the gesture, along with, be safe.

A few seconds later, another knock sounds at the door. She gets up and opens it again, sighing heavily because Tyler never locks the damn door behind herself.

She comes face to face with gorgeous himself.

His waves are hidden underneath a dark red, velvet durag this time. A black hoodie graces his upper half, while gray sweats grace his lower half.

“Hi,” she says.

“Hey,” he responds.

She steps to the side and lets him walk inside, not without planting a kiss on her cheek. She blushes and closes the door, locking it behind herself.

He takes a couple steps into the common area and turns around to look at her. "So, this is how you livin', huh?"

She giggles and grabs his hand, leading him into the living room. He sits down, immediately fixing his eyes on the tv.

She starts to sit on the cushion beside him, but instead gets pulled into his lap.

Her eyes grow wide for a second, as she shifts a little, then becomes perfectly still.

He places his chin on her shoulder and wraps an arm around her waist. She relaxes a little bit and stares at the screen.

"So, you missed me, huh?" His breath tickles her neck.

"I actually did, yeah. It seems like you missed me a little more than you're letting out, though."

His deep chuckle vibrates through her.

"Well for one, I wasn't expecting you to feel the same I did, so I tried to play it off. But, you're right, I missed you." He places a wet kiss on her neck, causing the inside of her thighs to tingle.

"I can see that," she says, as his arm tightens around her waist.

His free hand plays with the end of her ponytail that's thrown over her shoulder, absentmindedly twirling random strands around his finger.

"Have you ever had a boyfriend, before?"

"Nah. I hadn't even been on a date, until you came along." He turns her sideways on his lap, staring down at her with wide eyes. She laughs.

"For real?"

"For real." She slides off his thighs and onto the other cushion, leaving her wine painted toes in his lap.

"That's crazy! Can I ask why?"

"I mean, boys were never an interest to me, in the first place. Like, of course everybody has their crushes and whatever else, but that's where it stopped for me. Tyler was always the one who got kissed after her classes, walked to her classes, taken out on dates and whatever else. While I was making sure I stayed on top of my studies, and kept my reputation as being the boring one." She laughs, shrugging.

"You're definitely not boring. But, I understand what you're saying. If it makes you feel any better, I've only had one girlfriend."

"That makes me feel a little better," she teases.

"Maybe I'll earn that title, one day." A smirk tugs at the corner of his plump lips.

"Maybe you will." His right hand rests comfortably on her ankle, while the other drapes the back of the chair. She pulls her hands inside her shirt and sinks down into the chair, getting even more comfortable.

They stayed that way until almost midnight.

A short marathon of one of her favorite shows, turned into a movie that neither one of them had seen nor wanted to see.

"I guess I should be headin' out. I gotta be up pretty early."

She pulls her legs off his lap and stands up, holding her hand out. He places his warm hand in hers and lifts up from his spot.

She cuts the tv off and leads them towards the door. He drags his feet behind her. She snickers and turns around, pressing her back to the wall beside the cold door frame.

"Do you have classes tomorrow?"

"Yeah, I have two. The first one is at twelve." He nods, rubbing a hand over his covered waves. She licks her lips.

"You wanna go to breakfast with me tomorrow morning? My treat."

"I'd love to." His dark orbs pierce through her, making her shrink underneath his gaze.

His feet take a couple strides towards hers, while his hand pulls her chin up to look at him. She sucks in a breath, out of habit.

"Do I make you nervous?" He asks, and she shakes her head.

"No, I've just never... felt this way before." He moves in closer to her lips, making it harder for her to breathe correctly.

Relax was the last thing she heard, before his lips were pressed against hers.

A sort of moaning sigh leaves her, making him press against her body. She wraps her arms around his neck, while his hands find her waist.

His teeth capture my bottom lip and tug on it, causing her mouth to open slightly and allowing his tongue to invade. 

Although this is new, it feels so natural.

She follows his rhythm, somewhat afraid that she'll mess up the mood if she goes astray. His fingers press into her sides, making her skin grow hot.

Pulling away from her swollen lips, his plump ones peck the corner of her mouth, all the way to a sweet spot on her neck. Her hands latch onto the back of his neck.

"Rod..." she whispers, her head falling back against the wall, feeling his teeth pinch her skin, then the soft butterfly kisses cover it up.

His tongue swipes over a specific spot, making her lower region throb. She softly pushes him away, trying to calm her hormones.

A smirk dances across his face, prolonging the throbbing. He pecks her lips again, before unlocking the door.

"I'll get outta here, before I start something you can't keep up with..." he sends a wink her way, "I'll see you tomorrow."

He leaves, closing the door behind himself.

She turns and locks the door, before heading back upstairs. She heads into the bathroom, turns the light on and a dark red bruise catches her eye.

"Woah.." she ran her fingers over it, still feeling his lips there.

Climbing into bed, she knew that tonight, her dreams were gonna be about nothing else but his lips on hers.

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[babbybones]

Oekaki updatez...

Monster Kidz Oekaki is still up and i'd like to keep it that way, but i need to give it some more attention and keep people updated on what's going on/what my plans are for it. so let me jot some thoughts down...

data scraping for machine learning: this has been a concern for a lot of artists as of late, so I've added a robots.txt file and an ai.txt file (as per the opt-out standard proposed by Spawning.ai) to the site in an effort to keep out as many web crawlers for AI as possible. the site will still be indexed by search engines and the Internet Archive. as an additional measure, later tonight I'll try adding "noai", "noimageai", and "noml" HTML meta tags to the site (this would probably be quick and easy to do but i'm soooo sleepy 🛌)

enabling uploads: right now, most users can only post art by drawing in one of the oekaki applets in the browser. i've already given this some thought for a while now, but it seems like artist-oriented spaces online have been dwindling lately, so i'd like to give upload privileges to anyone who's already made a drawing on the oekaki and make a google form for those who haven't (just to confirm who you are/that you won't use the feature maliciously). i would probably set some ground rules like "don't spam uploads"

rules: i'd like to make the rules a little less anal. like, ok, it's no skin off my ass if some kid draws freddy fazbear even though i hope scott cawthon's whole empire explodes. i should also add rules pertaining to uploads, which means i'm probably going to have to address AI generated content. on one hand i hate how, say, deviantart's front page is loaded with bland, tacky, "trending on artstation"-ass AI generated shit (among other issues i have with the medium) but on the other hand i have no interest in trying to interrogate someone about whether they're a Real Artist or scream at someone with the rage of 1,000 scorned concept artists for referencing an AI generated image someone else posted, or something. so i'm not sure how to tackle this tastefully

"Branding": i'm wondering if i should present this as less of a UTDR Oekaki and more of a General Purpose Oekaki with a monster theming. functionally, there wouldn't be much of a difference, but maybe the oekaki could have its own mascot

fun stuff: is having a poll sort of "obsolete" now because of tumblr polls, or should I keep it...? i'd also like to come up with ideas for Things To Do like weekly/monthly art prompts, or maybe games/events like a splatfest/artfight type thing. if you have any ideas of your own, let me know

boring stuff: i need to figure out how to set up automated backups, so i guess i'll do that sometime soon... i should also update the oekaki software sometime (this is scary because i've made a lot of custom edits to everything)

Money: well this costs money to host so I might put a ko-fi link for donations somewhere... at some point... maybe.......

[mintedwitcher]

It's taken a hot minute but I think I can finally articulate why I dislike Martha Jones as a companion (NOT as a person or as a character independent of the Doctor, but STRICTLY as it pertains to her behaviour/actions around the Doctor himself). (Please keep in mind this is all just my opinion and analysis, I'm open to discussion about it but not discourse.)

Obligate disclaimer, this is not character bashing, I think Martha has a lot of potential that the show flat-out ignored or wrote over or just forgot about, I think she could've definitely been a BETTER character, but by no means is she a Bad one, she's just not my personal favourite when it comes to companions. (At some point I'll probably sit down and make an actual ranking of my favourite companions but not yet.)

Martha is smart, like incredibly smart. She's well educated, she's compassionate, she's brave, she's brilliant. But she's also stubborn to a fault, and she has a sort of entitlement we haven't seen from other companions (until Clara). Not a personal entitlement, where she believes she's owed everything just for existing, but specifically regarding the Doctor; she believes she deserves his life story, his secrets, his memories, because he chose her to travel with him.

A scene that comes immediately to mind is just before they were supposed to leave New Earth, and she planted herself and refused to budge until the Doctor divulged details about Gallifrey to her. Now, the interesting thing there, is that this entitlement actually does the Doctor some good. He's never had someone ask about Gallifrey before, and he hasn't needed to talk about it in any detail yet beyond "my planet's gone." No one's pushed him to talk about it yet. Martha doing that was a benefit, because from that point on, we see the Doctor talk more about Gallifrey and his people.

See, none of Martha's inherent traits are necessarily Bad. Martha also loved the Doctor, but that's never been my problem. My problem with it is the way that she pushes those feelings onto the Doctor and then becomes irate, petulant or just plain catty when the Doctor either doesn't reciprocate, ignores her, or mentions Rose.

An argument could potentially be made from Martha's point of view that the Doctor led her on, but I don't really get that, because he never showed interest. And really, a random kiss in a hospital while under siege by alien police from a man she just met is not interest. Especially when he was insistent beforehand that it was nothing, and that afterwards it was a genetic transfer. She was being used as a distraction. She read into it more than there was, and pinned her hopes on it, and that is what ultimately undermines her as a companion in my eyes.

It's one thing, I think, to be pining. But it's the pressure of expectation that makes me grind my teeth. Nearly every episode, there is some kind of Moment where Martha acts as if this will be the time the Doctor makes a move on her, or where she lets herself think there's more to their interactions than there really is. And that's tolerable, for an episode or two, but for an entire season? You really can't expect me to believe someone as smart as Martha really cannot see the writing on the wall here, which is that the Doctor is not looking for a girlfriend, he's looking for a friend. He isn't ready for another relationship, (as undefined as it was with Rose) he just wants company. And yes, he wants the adoration and validation and the awe that comes with taking a human out into the universe, but he certainly doesn't want to date. And he makes that clear in his actions, as much as he can without bluntly stating it, probably for fear that she'd choose to leave, and maybe that's where it falls apart. He won't communicate clearly, and so she won't pay attention to the obvious cues he's giving out. It's a game of cat and mouse to her, while for him it's a tightrope walk.

It's the expectation, though, that because he took her travelling, that means he has to have some sort of feelings for her. And he does care for her, as a friend, as a companion, but he's still mourning Rose and the relationship he had with her. For Martha to expect a new relationship to bloom under those conditions, it was naive. I've never much been a fan of the whole "date hopping" trope, where a character bounces immediately from one relationship to another without pause, so the expectation of it here irritated me.

(I'll have to make another post about the Doctor's side of this whole thing, because it really is a mess of miscommunication and expectations.)

And then, finally, we come to my least favourite Martha moment of her entire season: her goodbye. Not only did she spend an entire season putting the pressure of reciprocity on the Doctor, putting her feelings on him, lashing out when it falls through again and again, but then when she decides to leave him for good, her initial farewell would've been enough. Should've been enough. But no. No, she went back inside, and she decided to just add guilt to the already unstable emotional state of her friend. She tried to guilt him for not reciprocating, by comparing their relationship to a toxic one that her friend had. It was underhanded, and completely unnecessary.

And in the context of that episode, given everything that happened, it was entirely out of place, and it undermined her decision to leave in the first place. I respected the hell out of her for choosing to stay on Earth with her family after the events on the Valiant, and then she turned around and made it about her unrequited feelings for the Doctor, and it just felt Weak.

The show does that annoyingly often, I've found, especially when it comes to the companions. They get a brief moment to shine and be powerful and be brilliant, and then it's undercut very quickly afterwards by either killing them off, sending them away, or doing something pointless. And this scene was no different in that way.

Compare this to the Martha we saw later in the show, after her time as a companion was over, and look at how she shines there. Brilliant and smart and brave, working for UNIT, happily engaged, healed. She was absolutely fantastic. That was a version of Martha I would've LOVED to watch as a companion. We got the dulled down version of that as a companion, only really coming out on rare occasions, but imagine if we'd had that ALL the time.

Martha after the Doctor is without a doubt one of my favourite characters. Martha with the Doctor makes me want to tear my hair out.

[lightlycareless]

What drew you to liking Naoya? He’s an extremely unpopular character in the fandom(mostly the English speaking side). I personally like him because i have a habit of liking toxic/evil/problematic characters in fiction and he just had some of my fave characteristics in one lol. Not to mention besides all that he’s just an interesting and well written character. It’s a bit frustrating that others that dislike him won’t acknowledge that he is extremely well written and the perfect example of a product of his environment. Sorry if this is random but I don’t get to see many Naoya fans and I love your works and portrayal of him. I feel you write his character development very well

Hello!!

Aw, don't worry :> this is no bother for me to answer! The only thing I feel kind of bad tho is that I don't know how to explain why I was so attracted to Naoya in the first place hahah 😢

I guess because he's handsome lol, because let's be real, his personality isn't that great... but even then, I also like that because it gave me the idea that he'd be like that to everyone but his special one, you know? In a degree that's how he treats Toji so that might be true. And why not, there's nothing wrong in wanting to "fix" him hehe.

And you're right, he's extremely well written in the sense that he's a product of his environment, but he's also a wasted potential 😭 and what happened afterwards was just oof, he was better off dead you know? like, we could've known so much of the Zen'in... I feel like he was even more slandered; and to believe that came from the author himself!! (or maybe that's just me hoping to get crumbs of Naoya lol)

It's really unfortunate that people tend to do that with characters that are considered villains. Just because he's bad doesn't mean he can't be well written—and to make matters worse, they take it out with their fans too... It's kind of silly to have to remember that what I consume in fiction doesn't go with what I do in real life. :B

BUT anyways— BECAUSE OF THAT I was given more freedom to fill the blanks with just about anything that I want heheheh and I love daydreaming about it.

Whenever writing I try to keep things as canon compliant/realistically as possible, without placing too many limitations on me that I won't be able to do anything—so his development into someone a bit more likeable is... off, very very difficult, but I think very rewarding as well. and sweet because why not.

Hopefully when he's animated we'll be able to see more content of him, as well as more fans :> I feel that after he got his manga cover he kind of... died down a bit. And unfortunately, whenever something does happen in the manga pertaining to him, some take this opportunity to slander his fans or spread misconceptions. (now I got worried thinking what will happen when he's animated damn) but we shall see.

And lastly, but not least, thank you so much for your kind words regarding my work 🥺❤️ I never thought that my writing would ever get attention like this, specially for a character that isn't that popular, but akgagaklghajk aaaaghhhhh it warms my heart to know there's people out there that like Naoya, and my work too 😭❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

TLDR: I like Naoya because I consider him handsome, has a personality that while shit, gives off this bad boy aura of "I hate everyone except my darling." (or idk maybe my delusions are talking haha.) is super talented in what he does, has a prestigious title, yet a lonely life that makes me pity him a bit; and I feel like he'd be a very passionate lover when it comes to it.

Thank you so much for sending in this ask 🤭 I hope it was able to bring you some insights of my mind 😏 Take care and hope to see you soon!!

[sevens-evan]

Would love your director's commentary on the Ruby and Blake locker scene in Twilight AU -- particularly why you wanted to use Ruby to triangulate the bees in that moment, the ways Ruby maybe fails her intended mission but doesn't push, and how Blake's psyche filters all of that.

this is more or less a deep cut for me since i forget literally everything the second i post it SDLKJHG but i dug out the outlines and reread the scene and i will do my best. actually here is the paragraph of my outlines pertaining to that scene:

scene where ruby tells blake to be kind to yang. happens in the hall at school, by blake’s locker. blake asks if ruby is going to threaten her, and ruby is of course like no absolutely not. i don’t want to do that, yang wouldn’t want me to do that, and i wouldn’t hurt you anyway as you well know. blake does know. ruby just says that yang is lonely. she has been lonely for a very long time. she was before they were turned, she has been since she transitioned. part of it is the nature of their existence, and part of it is just who yang is. but she’s been better lately, since blake showed up, and ruby would just…like her to keep getting better. ruby says she knows that’s a lot to put on blake, and of course blake isn’t Responsible for it all. ruby just mostly wanted to say that she really likes having blake around, and she knows yang likes it more than she’ll admit—at least to ruby—and she figured blake should know.

so here there is obviously some stuff that did not make it explicitly into the scene but informed my writing of it. "ruby tells blake to be kind to yang" is not dialogue that actually occurs in the fic, but is very much ruby's intention in the conversation—to make sure blake understands the gravity of yang's feelings for her and basically just ask her to be gentle. ruby is the one having this conversation because yang is not in a place in this fic at this point to ask for what she needs herself.

and i just wanted to have a scene stressing the importance of ruby and yang's relationship, and since this fic was pretty tightly planned, and because it felt like true twilight fashion, it made sense to have that scene be bees related in some fashion. since ruby was basically the only person yang had for fifty years, i liked the idea of ruby trying to take care of yang in this arena.

in terms of why ruby leaves things confused, with blake thinking that she has been handed responsibility of yang's happiness in its entirety, behind the scenes it's because ruby doesn't fully understand the significance of yang's eyes. she also doesn't fully understand that, to blake, Everything In The Universe Is Blake's Fault Forever, and that blake is therefore going to spiral about this later.

some of the dialogue mentioned in the outline got assigned to blake instead of ruby in the final draft; that happens all the time because my outlines are usually more melodramatic and about getting the Feeling of the dialogue across than anything. figuring out what actually flows in a scene happens later.

another interesting note is that i open the outline with the setting, which is Not typical of me but is maybe typical of this fic? since it's based on the first twilight movie, which, for whatever else you might say about it, has a very strong sense of place with the trees and the rain and the green-blue coloring. i wrote this fic in general with a lot more attention to that sort of thing than i usually do (as you may notice that all of milf blake au occurs in murkily described apartments and nondescript parks and whatnot). unrelated to your line of questions but i think it's neat.

i honestly don't remember too much else (and some of this is me speculating on past me's intentions) but i hope this was interesting! twilight au my beloved i miss milf vampire raven every day

[lesinquietes]

All my work is posted on Ao3 as les_inquietes. It's also 18+ (minors, please don't interact). Please heed the warnings of each chapter before diving in if you're not sure, as I write dark yandere content. Check out my in progress and complete stories below ↓

In Progress

Thief

Yandere!Dabi x AFAB!Reader

As a psychologist at a psychiatric ward for villains, you’re used to encountering cruelty and treating trauma. But your days of freedom are unknowingly numbered when a new patient arrives. It’s then that you learn his compliance to your wishes comes at a hefty price — one you can’t possibly agree to.

Respite on Black Waters

Yandere!Levi x AFAB!Reader x Jean

A rewrite of my old fic, White Pearl, Black Oceans (WPBO). An alternate universe.

The secluded winter town, Shiganshina, sits on lonely, violent shores, seldom touched by any foreigners, save for the occasional transport vessel. The wind is enough to cause frostbitten fingers and the water is capable of death; it’s no wonder this place houses those whose families have resided here for centuries, and nothing more. But to you? To you, it’s home. The waves — rippling and aggressive — bring you peace, and your lighthouse is a safe haven amidst war-torn lands. You can’t imagine a life beyond this. It’s impossible to fantasize when your parents told you to protect this structure with your life, that the light at the very tip is just as much your lifeline as it is to ships drifting along the island’s coastal reef, shrouded by a black ocean. Everyone has a purpose. This is yours, right? At least, that’s what you think, until a military ship docks and a new, fresh hell unfolds. The soldiers seem nice enough, except for that short one with the permanent scowl and piercing, miserable eyes. Maybe your purpose is far greater than you were raised to believe.

Sonder

Yandere!Scumbag!Hawks x AFAB!Reader x Yandere!Dabi

Dark 90s AU. If you think spontaneously driving across the country — phoneless and fiscally free — to attend a job interview that you aren’t guaranteed to land is crazy, how about doing all that with your ex-boyfriend, your city’s up-and-coming cop, hunting you down? It would be heartless to leave without giving him a proper goodbye; that’s if he lets you go at all, of course. Fortunately for you, there are other forces looking out for your wellbeing. Whether that pertains to your best interests or theirs will be revealed in time, when you’re in far, far too deep.

Complete

Coup de Grâce

Yandere!Feral!Hawks x AFAB!Reader

You never liked Hawks. There was something about him that you couldn't quite put your finger on. You were determined to keep things professional between the two of you, until he kidnapped you and faked your demise. Now, you're stuck playing a sick game of predator and prey during his rut. He promises to release you if you win, but you know better. Though he's agreed to give you some handicaps during the chase in exchange for your obedience, he doesn't plan on letting you go.

Happier Without Me

Natsuo x AFAB!Reader x The Todorokis

Modern AU. Despite how undeniably sweet and down-to-earth he was, you had never truly wanted to marry Natsuo. You could grin and bear it, though; especially with all the unexpected attention his family was giving you.

Supreme

Yandere!Overhaul x AFAB!Reader

As head of the notorious Yakuza organization, the Shie Hassaikai, Overhaul likes to enjoy life's luxuries. Beyond the normal stuff, like cleanliness, a healthy lifestyle, and a mighty reign over lesser men, he also expects sex at the mere wave of his hand. It's a privilege to be the only woman to serve him. You must be on your best behaviour at all times. It's also imperative that you remember your place at his feet. As a concubine, you should know that you'll never be more than an object... that is, until his lust for your beautiful body sparks a plethora of foreign, unpleasant feelings.