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[edenesth]

The General's Wife

Pairing: military general!Seonghwa x wife!reader

Word Count: 1117 words (I'd normally put it as 1.1k but uwu)

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"Ooh, what's a pretty little thing like you doing in a place like this?"

You sighed, wondering when these men would ever learn. It wasn't your first time paying this bar a visit; they should know better by now to not mess with you.

Pushing your drink aside, you turned to look at the brave soul who was stupid enough to put his hand on your shoulder. He smirked when you remained quiet, "You're a shy one, aren't you? No worries, I can make things more fun for you."

The men around him were muttering fearfully amongst themselves, wide-eyed, "Does that fool really not have a single clue who he's dealing with?"

You shrugged off his hand and felt sorry for him, "Oh dear, I pity you." Confused, he followed your gaze as you showed him an emblem you'd pulled out from your pocket. His heart nearly stopped when he finally realised who you were.

"Y-you're... shit, you're the general's wife."

You winced, realising those might be his last words, especially when you saw your husband walking into the bar.

Seonghwa halted just behind the man, fixing an intense glare on his vulnerable back. In a voice that sent shivers down spines, he growled, "Have you grown tired of living, soldier? If you're looking for dumb ways to die, consider today your lucky day."

The man visibly trembled as he turned around slowly to face his superior, falling to his knees in fear, "G-General Park! I swear, I d-didn't know she was your wife—"

A resounding smack cut off his sentence as a powerful backhand slap connected with his face, sending him sprawling to the ground.

You gave a subtle shake of your head, silently urging Seonghwa not to escalate the situation. However, your plea proved futile as your husband, with a wink in your direction, assured you, "Don't worry, my love. I won't be too harsh on him. I'll give him just enough punishment to ensure he understands never to lay a hand on my wife again."

Despite his comforting words, you knew better than anyone those were lies. The man probably wouldn't see the light of day again. Beneath the sweet exterior he reserved for you, your husband harboured a ruthless side, a quality that propelled him quickly up the military ranks, earning him a formidable reputation.

Before becoming your husband, General Park Seonghwa was a fearsome military commander, striking fear into almost everyone. Uninterested in academics or any other pursuit, he was a natural-born warrior. At the mere age of 12, he knew he was destined to be the god of war.

However, amidst the battlefield and bloodshed, there was one thing he treasured above all else – you. His first and only love; he stumbled upon you in your backyard, clandestinely wielding your brother's sword in an attempt to learn self-defence when no one else would teach you. A noble lady yearning for more than a mundane life.

At first glance, he knew you were special.

Seonghwa vowed to make you his wife someday, and he did. Not one to follow rules, he sneaked into your backyard one day, scaring the daylights out of you. With sharp critiques, he pointed out the flaws in your stance, inadvertently teaching you enough to defend yourself.

In short, love blossomed before you discovered that he was none other than the renowned General Park, the King's most trusted warrior leading the royal army. When he sought your hand in marriage, your parents were more than delighted to see their only daughter assume the esteemed title of the general's wife.

Due to Seonghwa's crucial role in the kingdom, he frequently found himself deployed to battle whenever political tensions arose between Wonderland and neighbouring nations.

Despite his repeated warnings, you always made the journey to his war sites to be with him. During your visits, much like the current one, many of his inexperienced men, unaware of the situation, would mistake you for a lost civilian in a war zone and foolishly attempt to make advances.

Now, this unfortunate man, like those before him, would meet his end before having the chance to serve his country—all because he couldn't keep his hands to himself.

You were escorted out of the dimly lit bar before you could witness what your husband's right-hand man did to the poor bastard. Whatever it was, you knew it would be far from pretty. To distract you from the unsettling thoughts, Seonghwa wrapped his arm around you and kissed you hard.

Pressing a hand against his chest, your attempts to push him away were useless. He was well aware of your shyness, with his men watching and all, but that was his intention. He needed these fools to understand that you were his woman.

Sensing your discomfort, your husband gently cupped your cheeks, pulling back slightly to assure you, "It's alright, darling. I'm here. No one will dare touch you again. You trust me, don't you?" Without hesitation, you nodded; there was no one in the world you trusted more than him.

His heart melted at how swollen your lips looked, and he couldn't resist pressing his lips softly against yours once more.

With a self-assured smirk, he withdrew slowly, his arm securely wrapped around your waist. He turned to cast a cold gaze at the men who instantly cowered under his scrutiny, "What are you imbeciles standing around for? Don't you recognise who this is?"

They gasped and immediately straightened up, bowing deeply before offering salutes in your direction, "Welcome to the base, Lady Park!"

You acknowledged their greeting with a nod, and with an elegant wave of your hand, they finally dared to disperse. It was an unspoken rule that everyone under your husband's command had no choice but to follow. Those who defied these rules deserved nothing less than severe consequences.

As you nestled into Seonghwa's temporary quarters that night, a comforting warmth enveloped your heart as he drew you close in bed. Planting a tender kiss on your head, he asked, "My love, do you ever regret marrying me?"

Given your dislike for violence, it was truly ironic that you found yourself wed to a military general, of all people. He often wondered how a refined lady like you could fall for a man of his rough demeanour.

Before his thoughts could linger, you gently cupped his jaw, compelling him to meet your gaze, "Never. I want no one else but you." The intensity in your eyes conveyed a steadfast conviction, reminding him you were different from other women.

Indeed, you were special.

After all, you were the only woman audacious enough to capture the intimidating General Park Seonghwa's heart.

Would you believe me if I told you this man isn't my ultimate bias? Yeah, me neither. He wrecked me so bad this comeback, I'm barely recovering. Y'all stay safe tho lmfao.

Anyway, thank you for reading and hope you enjoyed! As always, let me know your thoughts! <3

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Hmm. Been a tough week in the world of fanfic. I'm curious.

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[saintarc]

LOVE AT FIRST BITE. LOST CHAPTER #II.

♱⃬ ͏ ⠆ TEETH GRAZING AGAINST HER PURE SKIN. the burning ecstatic bite under the moonlight that allowed ecstasy into the prince's mind.

🦇 ͏⠆ a bit of really minor nsfw, minor religious themes, mentions of skin cutting, blood sucking, usages of "dear/dearest". 2200+ words.

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WHERE THE FIRST ROOSTER CROWS, the unrested soul of the hardworking and determined vampire hunter sets her feather pen on the table to rest her sore arms.

what could cause it to be of such soreness? well, that is simple. born a silvernalle, they are meant to write down every single detail from the finest hair to the soles of the feet of any vampire that they came across. all written in the book of the silvernalle’s vampire records.

so far, not a single information of the current prince of the vampires, zuko, is recorded into the pages of the old book. that's when you know that there are two possibilities.

one, he is not that old of a vampire. two, nobody in your lineage has managed to get any information on the vampire prince at all. perhaps he is just so skillful that his existence had finally resurfaced after generations.

regardless of the lack of information on the vampire, you know what you are doing. respected young hunter of the vampires, y/n silvernalle. head of the silvernalles ever since you were fifteen of age.

quite the accomplishment in your opinion… to be the youngest head and one of the few females who managed to become heir.

what did society expect if you're the last few standing silvernalles in existence? possibly even the last with pure hunter blood? there is no way you are going to simply sit by and burn away all the activities committed by your vengeful ancestors. with you alone, you cannot erase the existence of the vampires by yourself anyways.

“lady silvernalle, here are the reports of nearby villagers regarding the sightings of recent and low-class vampires,” seira hales, young assistant and precious friend of yours, placed a pile of papers above your desk. “i’ve checked some of them, and none of them mentioned a single description of the vampire prince you engaged with.”

“i’d like to think it's because the prince hasn't made his existence known to the world until that night,” you set your quill aside and momentarily stared at the papers before averting your gaze onto seira.

“my stomach cries in anger. shall we get lunch, seira?”

COFFEE-DRIPPING SCENTS, honey pastries, and a little bit of a torn and worn-out cushion seats. it is not far from when the clock strikes at the fourteenth hour of the day, and two souls have not gotten their fair share of lunch yet.

now they are seated comfortably in the soft and lukewarm heaven of an old inn where it is almost like a bakery, but not really. the inn sold the likes of alcohol and beef. choices vary. there are many meals to choose from.

you chose a simple and nice stew to ease your mind and body which has been working nonstop ever since the encounter with the royal vampire. whereas the daughter of greatly adored hales ordered a healthy bowl of salad and bread at the side of it. both of you were given a cup of wine to complete your meal.

knowing your friend, assistant, and apprentice, you always wait for her to say her graces before consuming her meals. though you might not be as orthodox and religious as she is, you'd clasp your arms together with her and remain silent as she thanks the lord for the food.

seira’s faith is just as important as any garlic and holy silver swords. she has knowledge on exorcism and whatnot that a priest obtains throughout his years of priesthood. it is a skill of the hales family and also their duty to assist the silvernalles in pursuit of vampires. for both families have mutual feelings towards those bat-like monsters.

so the consumption of both your meals were carried out as usual, along with the discussions on how to terminate the other nightly creatures that might cause some distress to humanity in the silent night. all that is left for you and seira to do is to pay for your meals before heading back to the silvernalle headquarters for more studies.

the moment you set your payment on the counter, the corner of your eyes caught an unforgettable image that you thought you'd never see in the light of day. the image that was burned, etched, and marked at the back of your mind, slowly crawling up to make its familiarity into your conscious mind.

without uttering another word, your feet carried you away from the counter to chase after that familiar figure. to put simply, you ran after it, leaving your assistant behind to shout out your name and question where you are headed. but that doesn't matter.

what truly matters now, is that the vampire from that night isn't actually walking under daylight where he should be cinched to ashes the moment the sun hits his skin.

you cursed under your tongue and went out of the tavern where the figure had just left. and that was it. nothing else, nothing more. not a single trace of the monster from that night is seen ever again. at least, not to you, because your arms just received a message which resulted into goosebumps.

an eerie message that spoke to you through the slight appearance of the familiar vision. a message that tells you that this isn't going to be the last time you will ever see him in all his glory.

THE HOWLS OF THE WOLVES were loud tonight, as the perfectly full moon shone its wondrous atmosphere all over one part of the world, where it is brightest.

despite all the nightly howls and the dangers of a lonely girl walking through the night, you continued to venture through the trail in the middle of a field. the moon seemed to be the only company you have for the night, for it is seen as the largest in the field.

you are so so wrong about that assumption however. you knew the exact moment when there was an icy feeling that just electrocuted down your spine that you are indeed not alone with the night sun at all. this chilly feeling that gathered and remained all over you, giving you a gift of goosebumps that covered all over your arms.

this feeling is familiar. you know of it. it is the feeling of something that is about to go wrong. terrible even— if it starts to get all cold and you feel the urge to crawl up into a ball just to keep yourself warm while avoiding the rotten feeling.

mere goosebumps alone with a little bit of fearing the night wouldn't stop you from getting to your destination though. you are determined to get there even if a certain vampire is watching you with a pair of dark scarlet eyes and an insatiable lust for the red liquid in your body.

“make your presence known, won't you?” you said, voice echoing through the night as the chilly wind pulled and danced along with the flow of your voice. your breath came out as a collection of cold mist.

you could almost feel a super tiny smile that cracked a little as you first saw it that day in the ball of the vampire princess. the fake and everlasting smile that could enchant women so easily, even though it was so tiny— barely visible to the eyes.

“oh! i was found out,” the vampire exclaimed, giving you a little shrug as his face quickly twisted into a frown and a glare at once. “bold of you to walk alone during dusk, silvernalle girl.”

“bold of you to assume i’m afraid of the dark as a silvernalle, prince.”

in your boots, you kept weapons in there. weapons of all sorts are always strapped around your body, possibly even in your body, if you were extreme enough to cut open your skin just to store anti-monster weapons. with the same silver dagger you used against the fellow vampire standing before you, you grabbed it and swung it at zuko's direction.

his eyes widened at the sudden attack. not wanting to feel the burn of the same blade again, the prince does his best to dodge it in hopes of eventually kicking it away from your grasp.

you got into a little brawling battle with him. and honestly… it was no easy task to land a hit or even a single graze on his skin because of how agile and perfect he is at hand-to-hand combat and especially, dodging.

“it seems his highness is good at combating, and dodging,” you grabbed the dagger that fell off and ran to the vampire who let out a sigh.

“i am a vampire after all. we're just naturally good at it,” zuko dodged, using his hands to attempt a few chops and a few jabs on your vital points using his fingers and the sides of his hands. however, you too, are a professional at the art of dodging hits.

this went on for about a few more moments, before zuko finally had enough of this little hit and dodge game. the vampire prince had finally cornered you until your back hit a huge tree trunk that the moon seemed to favour tonight.

“enough playing around,” zuko kicked the blade that was on the ground away. he kicked it so far that you couldn't even see where it disappeared to. just as you were about to grab another weapon from somewhere on your body, zuko already has your hands above your head, locked within his tight grip to prevent your itchy fingers from pulling out another silver weapon.

“what was your name again? y/n? y/n silvernalle? yeah probably, i heard your friend called you that,” said zuko. “did you know, in the history of silvernalles and vampires, there was once a hunter named y/n too. she's killed by my ancestor, count roku though. isn't it a shame? you're pretty much a little copy of her, from the pictures that roku drew of her.”

you gritted your teeth and glared at zuko. “and? what has that got to do with me? just because i have the same name as someone who died by your darn ancestor, doesn't mean it has anything to do with me.”

zuko’s scarlet eyes looked down at your leg which he knew were attempting to kick him off of you. the man went closer to you, way more closer than he should've… and he placed his knee between your thighs, catching you by surprise.

before you could scream or even let out a single whine, his hands already slapped against your mouth to cover any alluring noise that might escape from your lips. your legs have failed to move.

“shut up,” zuko tells you, his voice getting more aggressive the more you struggle against him.

“i hope you know you're enticing and beautiful enough that the officials of dark romania all have their eyes on you now. i will mark you as my territory, silvernalle, so you can hunt me without having to struggle with thousand year old great grandpas.”

your eyebrows scrunched in confusion at his odd choice of words. he wants you to hunt him in peace without having to worry about powerful vampires that he calls ‘great grandpas’. so he is going to mark you.

exactly how? you do not know. regardless of his suggestion, you do not want to be marked by a vampire nor carry the scent of one into your daily life. for your honour as vampire hunter.

all you could do was shake your head slightly against his hard grip on half of your face. you cannot do anything about it. the strength of a royal vampire is more than that of a normal powerful thousand year-old one. you yourself has basic knowledge about such a fact.

“oh, dear, i promise you, it won't hurt.”

you squeezed shut your eyes and held in your chokes, even after zuko’s harsh grip against your face loosened and left your mouth, you kept your lips sealed. there's something about his words that makes you lose the ability to fight back. it murdered the spirit of the brave lion in you with just a few words.

the prince’s fingers were on the lower part of your face again. but this time, they gently swipe across your lower lips. all gentle gestures right before he leaned into your neck and his two canine teeth grazed against your skin. such an odd feeling you felt. the cold hands of a vampire caressing your lips and his mouth moving to mark you as his.

all of these while you suddenly lose hope at this moment and feel your body succumbing to the vampire prince. it was such a sad and disappointing sight honestly. a silvernalle is shamefully standing still, allowing a vampire to fill your entire body with his rich and royal scent as he takes your blood as a form of his satisfactory meal.

a tear of your ancestors escaped from the corner of your eyes, all while feeling the itching pain of the fangs buried deep in your skin and zuko’s fingers now cupping your face. your thighs closed in on zuko’s knee, squeezing it from the hellish burn on your neck.

the moment you blinked, zuko has already ceased his marking and is now staring right into your pitiful eyes.

“i need more of you,” he whispered, “but i can't,” his cold yet gentle hands left your cheeks. you already miss the feeling. you unconsciously grabbed his hands, just moments before snapping out of his enticing. you gripped it tightly, fingernails buried deep into his skin just like how his fangs were in your skin.

“i will fucking kill you, zuko,” your eyes snapped out from his spell and splashed daggers right into the core of his undead soul. “you will regret ever tempting me, bastard.”

the same tiny smile surfaced on zuko’s lips. “i'm waiting, my dearest sweet little hunter.”

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[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 364. brb x oc

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She didn’t sleep well that night.

She lied there, eyes locked on the ceiling as her husband slept next to her. She was trying to understand what was going on, and why oh why they don’t have a break from this. Beatrice exhales quietly through her nose, looking back at Rooster who had his back to her.

So, what did they had on John so far?

…nothing.

Mav called Cyclone but all the Vice-Admiral could say was that he did look like Rooster, but he didn’t look that old to be his uncle.

She turned onto her side, her gaze lingering on Rooster's sleeping form. He looked so peaceful, so serene, unaware of the turmoil brewing inside her. Beatrice smiles softly, gently brushing some of the hair that curled on his forehead.

She slipped quietly out of bed, careful not to wake Rooster as she made her way downstairs. She needed some time alone, some space to clear her head and sort through her thoughts.

The house was quiet as Beatrice descended the stairs, the only sound was the soft hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen. She paused in the doorway, leaning against the frame as she gazed out into the darkness beyond.

The night air was cool against her skin, a gentle breeze rustling through the trees in the yard. Beatrice closed her eyes, letting the peacefulness of the night envelop her, if only for a moment.

With a sigh, Beatrice turned away from the window and made her way to the living room. She settled onto the couch, pulling a blanket around her shoulders as she curled up against the cushions. She heard Jolene’s claws clicking, looking back only to see the pittie trotting towards her, “Hey girlie.” she smiles, “C’mere.” and she pats the cushion.

Jolene wagged her tail happily, her tongue lolling out in a canine grin as she bounded onto the couch beside Beatrice. The warmth of her furry body pressed against Beatrice's side, and Beatrice stroked Jolene's soft fur. Jolene leaned into the touch, emitting a contented sigh as she nuzzled closer to Beatrice.

"You're such a good girl, Jolene," Beatrice murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "You always know how to make me feel better."

Jolene responded with a gentle woof, her eyes filled with warmth as she gazed up at Beatrice once she plopped her head on her thigh. “Yeah,girl,I know…” she rubs her eyes, “I’m just a bit tired is all.”

Beatrice sat in the quiet of the living room, her thoughts swirling like leaves caught in a gentle breeze. With a heavy sigh, Beatrice leaned back against the cushions, her gaze fixed on the wind outside, the leaves moving, fall was just around the corner.

With a weary sigh, Beatrice closed her eyes, allowing herself to drift into a restless sleep. Her dreams were filled with whispers and shadows, with echoes of a past she couldn't quite grasp.

It doesn’t last long because she hears his footsteps walking down the stairs.

Beatrice stirred from her restless slumber as she heard the soft padding of footsteps descending the stairs. She blinked groggily, rubbing her eyes as she sat up on the couch, glancing towards the source of the sound.

Rooster emerged from the darkness, his silhouette illuminated by the dim glow of the moon filtering through the windows. He paused at the bottom of the stairs, his gaze searching the room until he spotted Beatrice sitting on the couch.

"Hey, gorgeous," he murmured, his voice soft with concern. "I thought I heard you downstairs. Everything okay?"

Beatrice forced a tired smile, nodding as she pushed herself up from the couch. "Yeah, I'm fine," she replied, her voice hoarse with sleep. "Just couldn't sleep, that's all."

Rooster's brows furrowed with worry as he approached Beatrice, his eyes filled with tenderness as he reached out to brush a stray lock of hair from her face. "You sure?" he asked, his tone gentle. "You seem...restless."

Beatrice sighed, leaning into Rooster's touch as she met his gaze. "It's nothing, really," she insisted, forcing herself to sound more awake than she felt. "Just...a lot on my mind, I guess."

Rooster studied Beatrice for a moment, his gaze searching hers for any signs of distress. He seemed to sense her reluctance to talk about whatever was bothering her, but he respected her boundaries, choosing instead to offer her comfort and support.

"Okay," he said softly, pulling Beatrice into his arms. "Want some company?”

Beatrice melted into Rooster's embrace, feeling a rush of warmth and security wash over her as she rested her head against his chest. She wrapped her arms around him, clinging to him as if he were her lifeline in the midst of a storm.

Rooster held her close, his arms strong and comforting around her. He pressed a tender kiss to the top of her head, his lips brushing against her hair with a gentle caress. "Now,gorgeous.” he begins, “What’s bothering you really?”

"It's just...everything," Beatrice finally admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "The uncertainty, the constant worry...about you, about the kids, about...everything."

Rooster tightened his embrace,and his fingers gently tracing soothing circles on her back as he listened to her pour out her fears and anxieties.

"I feel like I'm drowning sometimes," Beatrice continued, her voice trembling with emotion. "Like no matter how hard I try, I just can't seem to catch my breath. And then there's...this whole ordeal."

“Hmmm…”

She blinked up at him, “...you don’t seem that bothered about it.”

Rooster's expression softened at Beatrice's observation, his gaze shifting away for a moment before meeting her eyes once more. "I won't lie, Bea," he began, his voice tinged with a hint of uncertainty. "It's not that I'm not bothered by it, but... I guess we’ve been through so much already.” he shrugs “And yeah, it is weird and yeah, this is……uh…I dunno, not something I’d like but, we’ll be okay.”

Beatrice studied Rooster's face, searching for any signs of the turmoil she knew must be brewing beneath the surface. She could see the shadows of worry in his eyes, the furrow of his brow betraying the weight of his thoughts.

"Sometimes it's easier to put on a brave face than to let the fear consume you," Rooster continued, his voice soft but resolute. "But that doesn't mean I'm not affected by it. It's just...I've learned to compartmentalize, I guess. Which,I know, it’s something I don’t have to do but…right now its helping.’

“...okay.” she frowns, “...I just wish we had a break, you know. We…dealt with so much in the past five months…”

Beatrice's words hung heavy in the air, a silent acknowledgment of the challenges they had faced in recent months. Rooster felt a pang of guilt wash over him as he listened to her, knowing that he had played a part in their shared struggles. 

"I know, Bea," he murmured, his voice filled with regret. "I wish I could give you the break we deserve, but...I just don't know how."

Beatrice leaned back slightly, meeting Rooster's gaze with a sad smile. "It's not your fault, Roos," she assured him, her voice gentle but firm. "We'll find a way to get through it, just like we always do."

"You're amazing, you know that?" he said softly, his voice filled with awe. "Even when everything seems impossible, you still find a way to keep going. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Beatrice's cheeks flushed with warmth at Rooster's words, her heart fluttering with affection. She leaned into his touch, savoring the closeness they shared as she looked into his eyes.

"We're a team, Roos," she replied, her voice steady with determination. “It is stressful but…we’ll be okay.”

Rooster felt a surge of pride swell within him at Beatrice's words, his love for her deepening with each passing moment. He pulled her into his arms, holding her close as he pressed a tender kiss to her forehead.

"I love you, Bea," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion. "More than anything in this world."

"I love you too, Roos," Beatrice whispered back, her voice barely above a whisper. "...I’m sorry for waking you up.”

Rooster shook his head, his grip tightening around Beatrice as he held her close. "Don't apologize, gorgeous," he murmured, his voice soft and reassuring. "You can wake me up any time."

Beatrice nestled into Rooster's embrace, feeling a sense of comfort wash over her at his words. She closed her eyes, allowing herself to fully relax in the warmth of his arms, the weight of their worries momentarily lifted from her shoulders.

They stayed like that for a while, wrapped up in each other's embrace, finding solace in the simple act of being together. Eventually, Rooster broke the silence, his voice gentle as he spoke. “Gorgeous.”

‘Hm?”

“As much as I love our couch, maybe we could go back to bed, hm?” he smiles, “Because it’s bigger and better?”

Rooster's suggestion brought a small smile to Beatrice's lips as she looked up at him. "That sounds like a wonderful idea," she agreed softly, feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over her. "Our bed does sound more comfortable."

With a shared nod, Rooster helped Beatrice to her feet, his arms wrapping around her waist as he guided her towards the bedroom. They moved slowly, savoring the intimacy of the moment as they made their way through the dimly lit hallway.

As they entered the bedroom, Beatrice shuffled towards the bed, slipping under the covers with Rooster close behind her. They settled into their usual positions, finding comfort in the familiar warmth of each other's embrace.

Rooster wrapped his arms around Beatrice, pulling her close as he pressed a tender kiss to her forehead. "I'm sorry you're feeling stressed, Bea," he murmured, his voice filled with concern. "But I promise, we'll get through this together."

Beatrice smiled up at Rooster, her heart swelling with gratitude for his unwavering love and support. She reached up, brushing her fingers against his cheek as she met his gaze. “I know…I just want your ceremony this saturday to go well…”

“It will go well.”

She smiles more, “...it will…” she yawns quietly “At least…well, we’ll sleep well tonight,right?”

Rooster's arms tightened around Beatrice, offering her a sense of security and comfort as they settled into bed together. He pressed another tender kiss to her forehead before shifting slightly to make them both more comfortable.

"Absolutely, gorgeous," he replied softly, his voice a soothing murmur in the quiet of their bedroom. "We'll sleep like babies tonight."

“More than our own babies?”

He chuckles, ‘More than our own babies.”

Beatrice nestled into Rooster's embrace, feeling the weight of her worries begin to lift as she relaxed into the warmth of their shared bed. She closed her eyes, allowing herself to be enveloped by the tranquility of the moment.

As they lay together in the darkness, the only sound in the room was the steady rhythm of their breathing. Beatrice listened to the sound, finding a sense of peace in the simple act of being with Rooster.

Rooster shifted beside her, his warmth seeping into her bones as he pulled her closer. "I'm glad you're here with me, Bea," he murmured, his voice a gentle whisper in the stillness of the night.

Beatrice smiled with her eyes closed. "I'm glad too, Roos," she replied softly, her voice filled with affection. "You are…my favorite person.” she whispers, “In the whole wide world.”

Oh his poor heart couldn’t take how cute his wife was while sleepy.

"You're my favorite person too, Bea," he whispered, his voice barely above a murmur. "I love you more than anything."

Beatrice smiled, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she snuggled closer to Rooster. She felt a sense of contentment wash over her, knowing that she was safe and loved in his embrace. With a contented smile, she allowed herself to drift off into a peaceful slumber, her worries melting away in the warmth of their love.

He glanced down at Beatrice, a fond smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he watched her sleep. She looked so peaceful, so beautiful like this, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of love for her.

With a gentle touch, Rooster brushed a stray strand of hair away from Beatrice's face, his fingers lingering against her soft skin. He pressed a tender kiss to her cheek, savoring the sweetness of the moment as he whispered words of love and affection into her ear.

“We’ll be okay,gorgeous.” he whispers against her skin, then inhales the lavender clinging to her hair, “...we’ll be okay.”

They just had to figure out who this John was.

[cactusnymph]

hugs 27 for anyone with karlach :3 she's my wife uwu

Karlach noticed that the Shadow Cursed Lands are especially hard on Astarion. Not because he minds never seeing the sun—that is something he loves to complain about but that doesn't actively bother him—but because he keeps going hungry. None of the wildlife here can sustain him and Karlach knows that he's too proud to ask for a meal every night.

Or at all, that is.

This, of course, leads to Astarion being weaker and slower in combat, his movements sluggish and his steps bordering on stumbles, almost as if he's drunk. It had to come bite them in the ass eventually and Karlach realizes too late that maybe tiptoeing around Astarion too much isn't the right strategy when it comes to feeding.

Giving him time is good. She knows that. She knows it's the right thing. But him going hungry for days on end and then almost dying because of it, that's simply not alright. Karlach will not allow it to happen again.

She's so relieved that Wyll and her are both there when push comes to shove while they're fighting that fucked up drider and his crew. Karlach isn't exactly scared of spiders, but she's also not terribly fond of them and this huge dude who looks like some sort of fucked up centaur is not doing it for her at all.

Especially not when she saw him trying to slash Astarion into tiny little, undead pieces.

After the fight she hoists him up to carry him, putting his arms around her neck while holding up his knees in a very limp piggyback style. He weighs way too little, that twig of a man.

She can feel his breath tickle the side of her neck and Karlach sighs into the shadows as she carries him, wondering when her stupid dick will finally get over the fact that she won't be getting any action any time soon. Astarion almost died and her skin is on fire just because he's breathing on her neck.

For fuck's sake, Cliffgate, get your priorities straight.

"Hey, Fangs", she mumbles, turning her head as far back as she can so she doesn't have to talk too loudly. Astarion mumbles something unintelligible and his lips move against her skin.

She's so normal about all of this.

"You can feed on me, if you'd like. Right now, I mean. Get some of that strength back."

Karlach knows that some people are really into the whole blood drinking thing and she won't kinkshame anyone, but for her it's just offering a sandwich to someone who's been starving for a long time and well. She doesn't mind any accompanying pain. She wonders if her blood tastes weird because it's not pumped through her body by an actual heart but by a machine.

"I'm fine", Astarion sniffs. Karlach snorts.

"Stop being so difficult about this. I know you're hungry as fuck. Just do it already."

There's a pause and then she can feel Astarion's arms tighten around her as he pulls himself up a little bit to get a better angle on her throat. Karlach cocks her head to the side a little to give him better access. Then his teeth find purchase and he starts sucking. Hard.

Karlach grits her teeth through the pain and the wooziness accompanying the process. Astarion drinks and drinks, his gulps getting greedier with each second and Karlach wonders if he'll stop on his own accord or if she'll have to stop him before she passes out in the middle of this cursed landscape.

Astarion's arms shift one of his hands comes to rest on her chest, right above her infernal engine. If Karlach had a heart, it would beat so fucking fast right now. This feels less like a necessary grip to hold onto her and more like a hug. Astarion isn't really the hugging type, though. So maybe this is all wishful thinking. After what feels like forever Astarion detaches from Karlach's neck and he's breathing hard when he does. Karlach wants to ask if he's alright, if he feels any better, when his tongue darts out to lick off any remaining blood drops off the side of her neck. She makes a sound at the back of her throat and the flames that always flicker over her skin flare for a second.

Yup. No big deal. She's so, so brave about all of this.

"Feeling any better?", she asks and her voice sounds as if she ate three pounds of chalk. Great. She'll have to go jerk off in the bathtub later. Again.

"Much better", he says, his voice also hoarse. Then, very quietly: "Thank you, darling."

"Don't mention it. And—uh. Just. Whenever you need it, yeah?"

His grip around her tightens some more.

"This is a gift", Astarion mumbles. "I won't forget it."

feel free to send me more of these<3

[gyofukuki]

Shipping Info | Answer the following for your muses so people know how shipping works on your blog

What is your OTP for your character(s)?

None of them come with an OTP! I'm just here to write stories, so while the canon serves as a valued background, we all start from scratch otherwise!

How large does the age gap have to be to make it uncomfortable?

Short answer - depends! To me the matter of age can, but doesn't have to be tied to screwed power dynamics where adults are concerned. So I'd be wary of that, but not in an absolute way, if that makes sense.

Long answer:

When they are still developing physically and mentally, I'd keep them really close in age, classmate childhood sweethearts and all that, for the simple reason that the development is relatively rapid and what "being together" means changes with that.

Where adults are concerned, I'm biased toward them being in a similar stage on life at least (young adults with young adults, middle aged critters with middle aged critters and so on), but otherwise, two adults able and willing to give their consent is just fine with me when they're aligned enough otherwise.

And then where it gets to lifespans much different than average human, it's up for talks cause obviously it will depend on lore and whatnot (above points still applying).

How far do steamy moments have to go before they are considered NSFT?

Uh, for me usually it's generally a pre-plotted sorta thing, so even if it's starting with banter, it may be tagged as such or as suggestive at least. Otherwise, I'd say when you can tell the intention switches, it's enough to go the safe route and mark it for others.

Are you selective when shipping?

Yes but mostly just in a sense of - can we figure out a love story together that will ring true for our characters? So it makes some of the critters in my roster easier, some - much harder, to ship.

Who are other characters you ship your character with?

That'd be a list as long as my history of rping, which is over ten years hshshs, but if you ever curious specifically don't hesitate tot ask!

Does one have to ask to ship with you?

Well, gotta acknowledge first that none of the critters here are mine so, there's that. But if you wanna write a specific storyline with me, yep, chances for it going your way rise if we are in contact! At the same time, nothing against winging it and seeing where it goes.

Are you ship-obsessed or ship more-or-less?

S-somewhere in between?

What is your favourite ship in your current fandom?

Don't have one.

Finally, how does one ship with you?

Ah, probably spoiled that one already with previous answers kgjahgasl but welp, if you wanna test waters, feel free to just throw your critter at mine in any way and we can see how that goes. If you wanna have something pre-established tho, let's talk and figure it out together. If we've been writing for a while and you want to head that way, also let me know in any way that feels comfy for you.

Tagged by: @chikoyama thank youuuu!

Tagging: if you like the thingy, fill in the thingy! it may be helpful for other shippers out there uwu

[blubushie]

as someone who loves both sniperscout and sniperspy, you hit the nail on the head with the toxic shippers, not to mention so many of them project so much onto scout or spy that they become practically unrecognizable as characters, like mama, just self-ship at that point and quit lying to yourself pffffft-

OATH.

In my experience toxic SniperSpy fans seem to be worse, though I'm highly aware that I'm biased because my worst experience was with a toxic SniperSpy fan who got a little too into "Blu is IRL Sniper" lmfao. They seem to idolise the absolute worst traits of Spy's character/job—manipulation and deception. This bleeds out into everything else, including their friendships, as they try to act like irl incarnations of their idol. Instead they come off as arseholes because these are the ONLY facets of him they ever end up mimicking. Ooooh so scary and edgy, so mysterious, so fancy. Except they're not scary because they're teenagers, they're not edgy cuz they're liars, they're not mysterious cuz they can't keep their mouths shut enough to be, and they don't have the class of cultural background to be a drop as fancy as they think themselves are. These are teenagers who think "fancy" is just nice clothes they can't afford, sticking your little finger out while drinking things that aren't wine from a wine glass, and not putting your elbows on the table.

My experiences with toxic SniperScout fans have been more limited. I'm sure things are worse on Twitter, but I avoid Twitter like the plague. Most I've seen from that batch on Tumblr is them mischaracterising Scout as uwu-shyboy with Sniper and completely ignoring his loud and brash nature and how readily be flirts with Miss P when his brain isn't stalling.

But they also heavily mischaracterise Sniper too. "Ohh Sniper is so comforting, Sniper would never yell at Scout for being annoying–" Yes he fucking would. He would tell Scout to shut the fuck up for all of five minutes. I know they like to think that Sniper wouldn't do it because it means he would do it to them, but yes he fucking would. His job depends on it, and while some babble is fine, Scout also needs to learn to shut the fuck up when he's supposed to. Because Sniper, who hasn't had a holiday in at least 4 years, puts the job and professionalism above everything, even his partner. And Scout, who's also a mercenary, knows that life or death rides on that.

Basically toxic SniperSpy fans try to become Spy, and toxic SniperScout fans make Scout become them. There's other things surely but these are first to mind. The one thing they have in common is both have to ferally attack and harrass each other to convince people that their ship is superior so that their feelings for Sniper are validated.

Disclaimer: everything stated above is restricted ONLY to TOXIC fans of these ships and traits I've noted being a common trend among them. If you're not harrassing people over your OTP, congrats—none of this applies to you.

[hollow-dweller]

5-10 🤭

it's always you at the scene of the crime

5. worst discord server and why

the answer to this is actually not in spidey, it's this one klance server i was in back in ye old voltron days that was absolutely horrible to exist in as an Allura lover/Allurance shipper. when she died, and klance didn't become canon (because it was never going to), things got nasty and i will freely admit i am still bitter about it! nothing made me dislike klance faster or more thoroughly than klance fans.

6. which ship fans are the most annoying?

anyone with a Tony Stark ship, really, though obviously the one I see the most nonsense from is irondad. Tony fans are, 90% of the time, there for Tony, and really focus on him to the exclusion of any of the other characters, including the one that he is partnered/shipped with. as someone who writes for and interacts with irondad because i love both Tony and Peter, who wants to explore them and their extended universes, it fucking sucks to have to wade through post after post that grossly misrepresents or misinterprets Tony, and treats Peter as a prop more than a character.

7. what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?

having said the above: Tony Stark you will always be famous! none of these people who pretend you're a soft uwu dad who's never done anything wrong could make me hate you, because that's NOT you!

i don't know there are any characters i "hate" per se, but certainly there are ones i will AVOID because the fandom is so terrible. in Spidey, though he's not a Spidey character, that's Harley Keener. i have zero feelings toward his canon character because he was a child and then an easter egg, and basically has no canon character. but i will avoid him at all costs in fic/tumblr tags, because his fans use him to completely supplant and erase actual Spider-Man characters, like Ned and MJ and Flash.

8. common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

MJ WATSON WOULD NOT WORSHIP PEPPER POTTS ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME

MJ "i want to get a little light protesting in before lunch" Watson, MJ "so really this is all your fault" Watson, MJ "i don't want to tour a building made by slaves" Watson would NOT be falling over herself to talk about how "cool" Pepper Potts is.

fandom loves to drop MJ into interactions with Tony where she's snarky and rude and makes "eat the rich" jokes. but then they'll turn around and also make her look up to Pepper as a girl boss.

and it's because people's aren't representing her as anti-billionaire or anti-establishment as a genuine reflection on her character and how she might behave meeting Tony Stark or Pepper Potts. she's an audience avatar to spout a couple memes and jokes, then is unceremoniously shuffled off stage left so that Tony and Peter can cuddle on the couch or whatever. it's about making Tony look cool and chill for "putting up" with her, and to make Peter embarrassed so that Tony can reassure him.

9. worst part of canon

Far From Home, beloathed. its sins are innumerable but to sum them up in as concise of terms as possible: it represents so much wasted potential. we could have had post-blip meta! we could have had the FOS as more than a joke! we could have had actual development of the petermj relationship! and yes we could have had an actual examination of the impact of Tony Stark and his legacy on Peter and his life!

WE COULD HAVE HAD MAY PARKER

instead we got a kidz bop european road trip movie and only head fakes to anything deeper going on between any of the characters

10. worst part of fanon

here's the thing: the idea of a community of people coming together to collaboratively fill in the blanks of a piece of art is, conceptually, beautiful, and exactly what fandom should be about. doing collaborative, generative creative work is genuinely valuable, and an important part of community building in creative spaces.

but the relationship that people have to fanon, is, frankly, completely fucking whack. modern fandom doesn't use fanon to generate collaborative and creative elaborations, variations, and interpretations of canon: they use it to supplant canon. popular fanon goes beyond being just an idea that a lot of people like; it starts being treated as law. people start interpreting canon through the lens of fanon, and in doing so treat the canonical text not as a work of art that deserves consideration and interpretation, but as a static and authoritative source whose purpose is to be excavated for "proof" of fanon, and anything that exists outside of fanon or in opposition to it is to be dismissed, ignored, and denied.

there are plenty of people who will happily admit they don't pay attention to canon and prefer fanon, and while that isn't my preferred way to engage with art, i have way less of a problem with that. people who engage with the original work through a fanon lens first, in an attempt to "prove" fanon, aren't seeking alternative interpretations or elaborating on the art. they're not even picking and choosing the things they like and the things they don't. what they are doing is working backwards from a foregone conclusion to pretend like art has one fixed, immutable interpretation, and that interpretation is the only correct or acceptable one.

the only proof you need of this tendency is the way people lose their fucking minds when you question popular fanon, or, god forbid, point out how it is directly contradicted or disproven by canon. it's a shitty way to engage with fandom as a community, and it's a shitty way to engage with art, and i have no patience for it.

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[bonesofchaos]

Does Thierry have a type? Does Achilles? Just curious...

wingates... thierry's type is whatever his instincts decide is it for him with the exception of witches. as a creature born with a soulmate in place of the moon's pull, thierry doesn't have a specific type except the one person his beast and magic can agree on. though considering who and what he is, there will be some traits that are none negotiable. absolutely no witches. thierry abhors the idea of having anything to do with a witch to the point that his entire being has reformed the way the soulmate bond works to actively reject witches instantly. while humans are considered prey to the more bestial side of him, humans with high predator instincts and a fighting spirit can break through the 'people are food' mentality enough to curb his violence and let a bond form. stubbornness is a trait he admires. it's easy for people to feel cowed in the face of a predator and to go along with them without argument for fear of upsetting them, but thierry adores arguing and having a mate who will stand up to him, who will look him in his moon drenched eyes and tell him 'no' really gets him going. rough around the edges. thierry isn't into the cutesy uwu types. he likes grizzled, lived every day of their lives to the max kind of people. the ones who have seen some shit, who understand suffering and know that the world isn't kind or fair. he can't stand on the same level as those who wear rose tined glasses and drift through life, he needs them to have lived and to wear their hardships like armour. physical features don't really register to him , he has no favoured gender or look only a specific kind of personality.

achilles is 12 tentacles and some spanish moss stuffed into a pretty trench coat he hasn't a leg to stand on when it comes to looks. overly aggressive people are a huge turn-off, chip on their shoulder angry at the world just exhaust him. he's a god at the end of the day, outside of his priests and people he doesn't much care for the suffering of others, if you want to fight the world he's throwing in the towel. pick-me types make him shudder and disappear into the bayou for a decade. meek pushovers are boring, he wants to have a 3 hour long debate about everything that's wrong with harry potter and how dumbledore was the true villain. he values honesty above everything else. you lie to him and he's going to drown you.

[anachrosims]

cw for thoughts on cycles of abuse. I'm ok, just a bit "what" at people rn.

Why do so many people want to put abuse survivors up on a pedestal when so few people actually want to do the legwork of helping those same people get the help they need? is it because the left leaning social sphere has a problem with using performative behavior for social currency? MAYBE! /s.

also, as an abuse survivor, and as someone who has gone through the mental healthcare system, I feel like people are way too "uwu" over how to actually help people who have been hurt by others. like. y'all do realize that sometimes, abuse survivors can go on to hurt other people, right? y'all do realize we should hold shitty behavior accountable, instead of waving away toxic bullshit because "OmG bUt ThEy WeRe HuRt uwu if u call out ppl abt abt abt abt their behavior then UR ATTAKING ABUSE VICTIMS UwU" like. fuck off, first of all.

second of all, being in pain is never, ever a good justification for turning that pain onto others. yes, trauma and learned behavior and emotional programming SHOULD be considered--that is a basic part of using empathy to examine the circumstances of others, their behavior, and gaining context to better grasp their point of view in order to rise above simply having our own emotional reaction to them. however, too often people never go beyond "tragic backstowwy uwu :(((((( don't attack the pwecious smol bean :((((( I'll doxx u if u do :((((("

protip: being a survivor doesn't absolve you of being held accountable for your actions.

protip 2: survivors who happen to also be toxic people often use their past circumstances to gaslight people into letting them get away with less than decent behavior. this is the perpetuation of the cycle of abuse.

protip 3: it is VITAL to try and understand the context in which a person exists, which is unfortunately, never easy. none of us will ever know any one person's complete story. still, you can and should temper your own responses to toxicity by using empathy.

protip 4: having empathy doesn't and shouldn't involve letting people who are being shitty get away with (figurative and/or literal??) murder.

protip 5: sometimes holding someone accountable by drawing healthy boundaries with them will yield....... really bad reactions. the thing is, if someone cannot respect your personal space/privacy/autonomy, you have every right to withdraw from them. they might screech about how hurtful/mean it is, and other people may try to gaslight you into sticking around/putting up with that shit... but they're wrong.

BEING IN PAIN DOES NOT GIVE YOU THE RIGHT TO PASS THAT PAIN ONTO OTHERS.

it's not fucking rocket science but with the lack of emotional consideration the average person seems to have, it seems like it is.

[biracy]

None of all that is to say that I haven't met people who are technically "detransitioners" (especially if you do that like 2023 radfem definition of detransitioner which is "used to have they/them in bio due to the woke trans mob but recently changed it to Dysphoric Lesbian Female") who are not transphobic, I know plenty of them. It IS completely normal and okay to start identifying as trans and to begin medical transition and then to realize it's not for you or whatever. What I AM saying is that out of all these people, I don't think I know a single one who has "detrans" in their bio and/or constantly, CONSTANTLY talks about their Experiences Escaping The Cult Of The Transgendereds (#transrights tho). If you thought you were trans once but realized you're Actually Cis, there is basically NO reason to publicly identify as "detrans" and to make talking about being detrans your entire "thing". Again, even superficially trans-friendly blogs still subconsciously promote the idea that they were in some way coerced by trans people's newfound visibility into Irreversibly Damaging themselves or at the very least the "it's okay to be a tomboy uwu!!!" thing, which has become an extremely popular transphobic talking point as of late (yes there are people who would rather you be "butch" or "a tomboy" than trans. There are a LOT of them). I am so tired of cis people being put above trans people in our own Fucking conversations, there is no reason that we should bend over backwards to coddle "detransitioners" when "detransitioner", not as a concept but as a sociopolitical identity one chooses to adopt, has done basically nothing but harm to us lmao

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 366. brb x oc

a/n: bada bing bada boom (comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none uwu

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“You know of anything I expected you to say, the last one was that this John guy was your friend from school.”

Rooster grunted handing Mav a wrench as his uncle busies himself on fixing the motorcycle,”I know.” he mutters, “Bea is upset and I don’t blame her,he’s…so fucked in the head, who does stuff like that? It’s not even that funny.” the pilot is glaring at his shoes as he says so, chewing the corner of his mouth, “I don’t remember him that much,Mav. That’s also bad,I remember…bits and pieces.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,like,” he shrugs, “There was this one time he tried to carjack one of our teacher’s cars and we stopped him…it’s fucking crazy,we weren’t that close.”

"That's... messed up, Brad," Mav said, his voice filled with disbelief. "I can't believe you had to deal with someone like that back in school."

Rooster nodded grimly, his jaw clenching with frustration. "Yeah, tell me about it," he muttered, "I never understood why he acted the way he did. He was always causing trouble for no reason."

Mav sighed, setting the wrench aside as he leaned against the motorcycle. "Some people are just wired differently, I guess," he said, his tone contemplative and quiet. "But that doesn't excuse his behavior. He should've known better."

Rooster nodded in agreement, "Exactly," he replied, his voice tinged with anger. "And now …he’s here. Asking me to go to a stupid reunion, I’m not going."

"You don't have to go if you don't want to, Brad," he said, his voice steady as he shrugs over to his nephew "Your priority is Bea and the kids. Everything else can wait."

Rooster nodded gratefully, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders at Mav's understanding. "Thanks, Mav," he replied, his voice soft. "I just don't want anything to do with that time of my life anymore.”

A pause.

“...do you want to talk about it,Brad?”

Rooster hesitated, his gaze drifting to the floor as memories from his past flooded his mind. He took a deep breath, trying to push down the emotions threatening to overwhelm him. "I don't know, Mav," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "It's just...a lot to unpack."

"I get it, Brad," he said softly, his tone gentle yet firm. "But sometimes, talking about it can help. It's up to you, though. I'm here whenever you're ready."

Rooster swallowed hard,he appreciated Mav's offer, but part of him wasn't sure if he was ready to confront…some stuff. "Maybe...maybe another time," he said hesitantly, his words tinged with uncertainty. "I just need some time to process everything."

Mav nodded, his gaze unwavering as he placed a comforting hand on Rooster's shoulder. "Take all the time you need, Brad," he said reassuringly. "I'll be here whenever you're ready to talk."

"Thanks, Mav," Rooster said sincerely, his voice filled with gratitude. "I really appreciate it."

Mav squeezed Rooster's shoulder in response, a silent gesture of solidarity and support. "Anytime, kid," he replied, his tone filled with warmth. "I'll always be here for you."

His nephew smiles more and he feels better. A little. “So…in your opinion.” he begins as Mav goes back to the bike,”Why do you think John did what he did? The calls,lying about being my uncle to the fucking Navy…”

Mav paused, considering Rooster's question with a furrowed brow. "Well, Brad," he started slowly, "people like John, they're…uh, they're unpredictable. Maybe he's got some twisted sense of humor like you said or maybe…there’s something else. Maybe he thinks that will bring his friends back together in some way,did you check with any of your other school friends if he did the same?”

Rooster rubbed his temples, feeling a headache building "I haven't really talked to anyone from school in years," he admitted with a sigh. "But I could reach out and see if anyone else has had similar experiences."

Mav nodded, frowning as he continued to work on the motorcycle. "It might be worth a shot," he replied, his tone quiet. "You never know what you might find out."

Rooster sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "Yeah, maybe," he muttered, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "I just don't want to dredge up old memories if I don't have to. I…don’t know if I want to see my old friends again."

“Why not?”

Roster chews his lower lip ,”...they…changed with me when mom got sick and I decided to join the Navy…I never told Bea that.”

Mav listened attentively as Rooster opened up about his past,and he could sense the pain and uncertainty in Rooster's voice, the weight of unresolved emotions bearing down on him like a heavy burden.

Fuck,he was alone then too.

"I'm sorry to hear that, Brad," Mav said softly, his voice laced with sympathy. "It must have been tough going through all of that…alone."

Rooster shrugged, his gaze drifting to the floor as he struggled to articulate his feelings. "Yeah, it was," he admitted quietly, his voice tinged with regret. "But I thought I was doing the right thing. I thought...joining the Navy would give me purpose, give me a chance to make something of myself." he chews, “I was just really angry then…as you know.”

"Sometimes, we do things with the best intentions," Mav said gently, his tone filled with empathy. "But life has a way of throwing curveballs at us, of testing our resolve and pushing us to our limits."

“Like…what you did?”

Maverick smiles grimly, he knew that they could openly talk about it now, but it was still hard, “I thought I was doing good by holding your papers,Brad. Your mom asked me to, but…we all make mistakes.”

Rooster's gaze softened as he looked at Maverick, "I know, Mav," he said sincerely,almost timidly "And I forgive you for that. You were just trying to protect me, like you always have."

Bea would be very proud of him.

Maverick nodded, a somber expression crossing his features. "I appreciate that, Brad," he replied quietly, his tone tinged with regret. "But I wish I could have done things differently, I wish I could have been there for you when you needed me the most."

Rooster hummed, “I wouldn’t have accepted if you were. Honestly.” he sighs,then rubs his eyes, “It…I don’t know, it was bad, fucked with me mentally for a few years and mom passed not long after…I guess I blamed myself a lot.”

Maverick's heart ached at Rooster's words, the weight of guilt settling heavily on his shoulders. He wished he could turn back time, undo the mistakes of the past and be the supportive uncle Rooster needed during those tumultuous years.

 But he couldn't change the past, no matter how much he wished he could.

"You don't have to blame yourself, Brad," Maverick said softly, "You were just a kid trying to navigate a difficult situation. And your mom, she wouldn't want you to carry that burden on your shoulders."

Rooster nodded, his gaze distant as he wrestled with his emotions. "I know," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "But it's hard not to feel responsible, especially when...when things didn't turn out the way I hoped."

Maverick placed a comforting hand on Rooster's shoulder, his touch gentle yet firm. "You did the best you could with what you had, Brad," he said sincerely. "And now, you have a chance to make things right, to move forward and build the life you want for yourself and your family."

Rooster glanced up at Maverick, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "I hope you're right, Mav," he said quietly, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "Bea mentioned that…it seemed the universe is just throwing a lot of shit on us a lot of time. “

“These past months have been something yes,”

Rooster chuckles dryly, “You been through shit like that before?”

Maverick’s light eyes move from Rooster to the grease in his hands, “After your dad died,after I lost my best friend…everything hit me at once.” he mutters, “I never wanted to show it to you or your mom, but…yeah, I know what you mean.”

Rooster listened intently to Maverick's words, and he just stared. Because what else could he say besides  "I had no idea, Mav," Rooster said softly, his voice compassionate. "I always thought you were…invincible,that nothing could ever break you."

Maverick offered Rooster a faint smile, the lines of weariness etched into his features. "I wish that were true, Brad," he admitted ruefully. "But the truth is, I've had my fair share of moments when I felt like I was drowning in despair."

Rooster nodded in understanding, "I guess we're more alike than I realized," he mused, a wistful smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Maverick chuckled softly, a hint of warmth coloring his voice. "Yeah, I guess we are," he agreed, his gaze distant as he reminisced about their shared experiences. "But you know what they say, Brad. What doesn't kill us makes us stronger. And I think we’re pretty strong.”

Rooster's smile widened at Maverick's words, a flicker of hope,of something within him. "Yeah, I've heard that before," he replied, "And I believe it. We've been through hell and back,but we're still standing."

Maverick nodded in agreement, his eyes shining with pride. "That's right, Brad," he said firmly. "This is just another thing.”

Rooster leaned back against the workbench, his gaze drifting to the various tools and equipment scattered around the garage. “Yeah…I guess so…”

Maverick glanced over at Rooster, "You know, Brad," he began, his voice tinged with nostalgia, "I could give you my opinion both as your uncle and as a Navy captain…which one would you like?”

“...both?”

Maverick nodded, chuckling as he tossed the greasy rag aside. "Alright then," he said, his voice taking on a serious tone. "As your uncle, I'd say that you've got a strong head on your shoulders, Brad. You've always been determined and resilient, even in the face of adversity."

Rooster listened intently to Maverick's words, a sense of pride swelling in his chest. 

"You've faced your fair share of challenges," Maverick continued, his gaze met Rooster's eyes. "But you've never let them hold you back. You've always pushed through with determination, and that's something to be admired." 

“This is about the John situation right?”

“Yes,yes,” Maverick said, “Let me continue,come on now. As a Navy captain," he began, "I'd say that you've demonstrated exceptional leadership qualities, Brad. You've shown courage in the face of danger, and you've always put the safety and well-being of your team above all else."

Maverick nodded in approval, his eyes shining with pride. "And you've done a damn good job of it, Brad," he replied, a hint of warmth softening his stern demeanor. "You've made me proud."

A small smile tugged at the corners of Rooster's lips, his heart swelling with gratitude for his uncle's words of encouragement. "Thank you, Mav…what do you suggest I do then,with John?" 

Maverick leaned back against the workbench, his expression thoughtful as he considered Rooster's question. He crossed his arms over his chest, his brow furrowing slightly in concentration.

"Well, Brad," he began slowly, "Dealing with someone like John requires a delicate touch. You don't want to escalate the situation, but you also can't let him walk all over you. Make it clear to John that his behavior is unacceptable and won't be tolerated…scare him a little.”

“Is that as an uncle or as a Navy-”

“Yes.”

Rooster blinked, ‘...well…alright,I’ll uh,see what I can do. I’d love to deal with this before the promotion ceremony you know?”

Maverick nodded in agreement, "That sounds like a good plan, Brad," he replied, crossing his arms "It's important to address the issue before it has a chance to escalate further."

"Thanks, Mav," Rooster said sincerely, his voice tinged with gratitude. "I appreciate your advice."

Maverick clapped Rooster on the shoulder, a proud smile gracing his lips. "Anytime, Brad," he replied warmly. "Just remember to stay true to yourself and trust your instincts. You've got this."

“I’ll be okay.’

“Sure you will.” his uncle smiles, “Now, help me finish this.”

Rooster stared at him , “...oh,it's not over yet?” 

“Course not, besides,” he tosses his nephew a wrench, “We have to keep sharing information,don’t we?”

[aronarchy]

all those “How To Be Nicer To Your Kids And Maybe Yell A Little Less While Still Getting The Same ‘Good Results’ Uwu” “classes” for parents (whose kids finally stopped being able to mask how fucking distressed they are all the damn time) :: all those “How To Not Abuse Your Partner” “programs” for partners who got called out for being abusive for the first times in their entire lives (but they’re still living with the other person and treat the whole thing like it’s a “journey” where they’re “learning” to “improve themself” & make it all about them)

like. if you need “how to not abuse other people” lessons maybe you should, yknow, stay away from them until you have it all down? because, like, these are the fucking basics if you want to interact with others? but no that’s not what ever happens, bc the entire point is that it only matters whether they know/don’t know if they already have access to victims they can abuse. but none of those nice uwu webinars can actually get the results we really need bc if they did then they would be telling the abusers to relinquish control of their victims but they don’t, bc they can only allow themselves to stretch the logics so far & fundamental assumptions/beliefs still remain the same.

the general idea of the above, and other liberal violence prevention projects in general, is that abusers are merely “mistaken” about what is/isn’t harmful (or “producing good results”), & that the problem is just they believe individual types of actions are ok and just need to be “taught” they’re actually not, and that things would all be fine if they just did enough one-by-one fine tunings of the above but that is an obviously incorrect theory when in reality various individual acts of abuse exist within a larger context and that larger context is fundamentally believing one person is entitled to control and violate another’s autonomy and giving one person the power to do so while the other is prevented from escaping/fighting back. i.e. that you should not be doing this in the first place and even if it did genuinely make it impossible for you to get the fantasy close-loving-relationship or successful-happy-productive-child-doll you want then you should still not do it bc that is not w/in your rights.

& when abusers do take such “classes” they tend to brag about all the new things they’ve been learning, omg I feel so enlightened wow why didn’t I know this before, wow shouldnt the whole world be proud of me i am Literally Becoming A Great Person &, like, that is not something to be proud of lol. & if you really wanted to stop violence then you would help victims be able to escape their abusers and not have to interact w/them again / be under their power. but no that’s too hard for the nonviolence crowd who want to peace & love & educate their way to a harm-free world.

if you’re really feeling sorry abt what you did bc you finally realized that your victim got fucked up then you have to commit to that. you have to completely & fundamentally relinquish your control and beliefs of entitlement to control. you have to not only change individual actions but also your beliefs about the ways in which you may interact w/other people. and you cannot treat it like it is just another opportunity for you to get what you want. and you have to be willing to let go and not throw tantrums if they want to leave/break off entirely and you have to constantly, consistently demonstrate that you are safe for them to say no to & set boundaries with & express discomfort around and that you will not retaliate when they do so. and you will have to keep this up, fully and without pause, for the rest of your life. and you need to stop acting like this is anything more than the absolute bare minimum.

alternatively you can simply decide that you will not again have the same kind of relationships of power that you had previously & which you carr(ied) fundamentally fucked up beliefs about. that’ll save everyone a lot of time and effort—maybe even you too.

and you better choose one or the other quick or else we’ll have to choose it for you. & you might not like the answer.

[iratusmus]

😳🫡

*cue Katy Perry LOL*

😳 Hottest Sonic Take?

ok definitely not my hottest sonic take but some things are best left unsaid. regardless uhhh one of them . at least in the realm of scourge fans specifically is that m*ghtourge as a ship SUCKS it SUCKS its HORRIBLE and i cant even begin to bring myself to apologize for it. like i dont feel sorry at all like you take away scourge's tacky sunglasses and you take away the tacky flame and then you make him into a smol uwu bean housewife for some godforsaken reason (namely because you dont understand the character even a little bit like this is top ten fundamental misunderstandings ever of all time) for your bad yaoi. im not even going to call it m/m its YAOI. then you ship him with .... mighty ? mighty, a guy who has 1) Standards 2) absolutely no relation to scourge even a little bit 3) NO DYNAMIC THERE TO EXPLORE. THERES NOTHING INTERESTING HERE. its literally. ok sonourge is onecest (its not like . problematic i guess its just really weird) and i am notably not a fan but at least theres something to EXPLORE. the amount of character assassination you would have to do to get that to work is truly incredible but with m*ghtourge its literally character assassination but for the worlds most boring cardboard box bland instant gratification fanon crappy yaoi GARBAGE. theres NOTHING interesting here and none of these people even want to write a scourge redemption arc anyways they literally just want to make everything he ever did not his fault because a) moebius lead poisoning or something, which weirdly enough does not apply to any of the other moebians except for scourge b) his daddy issues c) his trauma or d) some combination of the above. so basically "he was never evil to begin with he was just really sad and lonely 😌✨" which is literal trash like i dont even know where to begin on this one. look. im a huge fan of redemption arcs but this is neither a redemption nor an arc this is an EXCUSE HEEL-FACE TURN. ITS TRASH. ITS TRASH. OHHHHH ITS JUST GARBAGE i actually have way more i could say on this but i will spare you the rest . this got a little out of hand. oh well

🫡 Coldest Sonic Take?

i dont like surge and kit all that much im SORRYYYYYYYYYY im sorry but its TRUEEEEEEEE. literally they have been redeemed so much in my eyes by the passion for them of my dear mutuals bunnymajo and cartoonrival so we're back to "decidedly neutral" but like . im sorry its not even their fault theyre just .... okay because the thing with me is that when characters who i feel decidedly neutral on get super popular and nobody will ever shut up about how amazing and perfect and poor uwu bean they are ... this is the quickest path to get me to dislike them.

added on top of the fact that they were literally like the entire idw focus for a year AND people (non-archie fans, specifically,) kept . bafflingly. beyond all reason and comprehension. comparing surge to scourge (which i have already ummmm written about my opinions on) it just. im sorry guys 💔 theyre okay. theyre Fine. they just never really clicked with me and then people were super annoying about them and particularly annoying in the direction of archie sonic, a series which i am aggressively defensive over in the face of idw fans 😭

[the-moth-from-elsewhere]

Oh, I guess I should introduce myself now

I completely forgot to make an introductory pin thingy, so here’s a verrrry long mess of an intro that you should probably skip if you value your time lol. Will edit as needed.

About me, the human(?)

Current hyperfixation: Madoka Magica

Name: I go by Elsewhere, here.

Gender: Cis Female (she/her exclusively)

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Age: Teenager, minor

Disagnoses: ASD, UDD, UAD.

Hobbies: art, fandom, writing, reading, being a chaos, blasting music, asking very dumb questions in tumblr

The kind of stuff you’ll find on this blog: Random thoughts, random memes, random fandom stuff, whatever the heck I feel like, moths, random art, tons and tons of polls I love polls

My a e s t h e t I c : Some unholy combination of Cottagecore, Crow/Goblincore, changelingcore, Yami Kawaii, Kawaii, pastel goth, casual goth, gothic Lolita, fairycore, “dreamy kei”, and mental illness

Country: USA. Or the void. Who knows?

DNI: MAPs, MAP supporters, zoophiles

FAQ about this mess:

“Will you talk about politics/drama?”

I prefer not to get into political fights, as all people are entitled to an opinion and bickering on the internet helps no one. However, I will occasionally pipe up on “clear cut” or trivial issues. (Ex: MAPS are bad. Stuff like that.)

“Trivial issues?”

I will argue about stupid random stuff like cheese flavor lol. Because it’s funny and nobody gets hurt.

“Religion?”

Christian, though I am very against forcing any kind of belief system on anyone. Humans have the right of free will. Treat people like the humans they are.

“If you’re Christian, do you support people like JW and LDS?”

“Christian” cults are terrible. JW and LDS are not Biblical and never have been. Their practices and the way they treat their members is horrible.

“Are you a f u r r y ?”

No. But I do occasionally dabble in Anthro characters and such, and do like a smattering of furry artists/animators

“Are you a therian?”

Nope

“Are you an uwu gamer egirl”

*confused terror noises*

“Nicknames?”

I’m fine with those! Just nothing mean 😅

“DMs? Asks?”

I’m alright with DMs! If you’re tagged as mature/are an adult above 18-19, I’m going to be pretty apprehensive tho. It’s not your fault, just…the internet is dangerous, yunno? As for asks, PLEASE ASK ME THINGS, I LOVE BEING ASKED THINGS

“Do you write fanfic?”

No…..at least, not yet :3

“Wanna join my discord?”

My apologies, I cannot…

Random facts:

My favorite animals are moths, cats, foxes, and…many, many more.

My favorite moth is the Luna Moth, but I also like Rosy Maples and Death’s head moths.

I have glasses

My character color is Lilac

My other favorite colors are pink, black, turquoise, blue…almost anything pastel….so freaking many oh my gosh-

my favorite musical artist is PinnoccioP!

FANDOM TIME

THE STUFF I LIKE A WHOLE LOT/THE STUFF YOU’LL PROBABLY SEE THE MOST

Puella Magi Madoka Magica/Magia Record

-Favorite character: Walpurgisnacht

-Other favorites, in no particular order: Kuroe, Mami Tomoe, Iroha Tamaki, Alina Grey, the Amanes, Kuro (game), Mitama

-Favorite ship: None, I’m not really into Pmmm shipping. Kyosuke kinda sucks tho Sayaka deserves better.

-Have any OCs?: Only a few…

Murder Drones

-Favorite characters: N, Doll, Uzi

-Other favorites, in no particular order: Tessa, V, Lizzy

-Favorite Ship: NUzi

-Have any OCs?: Nope.

Vocaloid

-Favorite character: Miku

-Other favorites, in no particular order: Luka, Len, Rin, Gumi, Kaito, Mayu, Una, VFlower, Maika

-Favorite ship: None, although the internet is slowly convincing me to like LenxMiku for some reason lol

-Any OCs?: No.

-Favorite producers?: PinnoccioP, DECO*27, Mitchie M, Kikuo, I occasionally like MARETU.

STUFF YOU’LL SEE PRETTY OFTEN

Splatoon Series

-Favorite character: Dedf1sh/Acht

-Other favorites, in no particular order: Eight, Captain 3, the Squid sisters, Marina

-Favorite ship: None.

-Have any OCs?: Yes! Many! A few include Periwinkle the shy angst girl, Scarlet the autistic mess, and Varuka the tired sanitized scientist.

Hollow Knight

-Favorite character: Lost Kin and Isma

-Other favorites, in no particular order: Ghost, Hornet, THK, The Radiance sometimes, The White Lady, the Unnamed vessels, Menderbug, the sad miner bug I’m completely blanking on the name of aaaaaa, and Perdita the Braava

-Favorite ship: None.

-Have any OCs?: Nope. I do have AU versions of some of the characters tho

Percy Jackson-verse

-Favorite characters: Percy Jackson, Leo

-Other favorites in no particular order: Annabeth, Calypso, Grover, Hestia, I do like me some chaos gremlin Poseidon sometimes, Will is ok

Favorite ship: Percabeth, Calypso and Leo

-Have any OCs?: No, not planning on it

STUFF THAT MIGHT SHOW UP SOMETIMES BUT NOT VERY MUCH. I still like all of these a good bit tho.

Doki Doki Literature Club!

-Favorite characters: Sayori and Yuri, but I love all of them

-Favorite ship: None

-OCs?: Nah.

Just Monika <3

Warrior Cats

-Favorite characters: So, so many… Um, I like Squilf. And Jayfeather. Oh, and I really like Spottedleaf and think she was done so dirty and she could’ve been written much much better

-Favorite ship: None in particular. I like Squilf x “Shrewpaw but alive” because Squilf deserves a better love interest and Shrewpaw deserves to freaking exist

-OCs?: Yes! A good few.

Wings of Fire

-Favorite characters: Moonwatcher, Glory, Turtle, Qibli, Blue, Cricket

-Favorite ships: Moonbli (but I won’t bicker on the internet about it, I understand the merits of the rest of this triangle), Blicket

-Opinion on Glorybringer and the rest of the problems: Glorybringer could be good but that age gap is a serious concern if not a downright dealbreaker. W.O.F. is very flawed.

-Favorite tribes?: Silkwings, Rainwings, SeaWings, Leafwings, HYBRIDS XD -OCs?: No, but I would like to have some. I do plan on making some adopts :3

Miraculous Ladybug (Ironically. I’m just here for the insane party that is this fandom. This show is terrible but I can’t stop watching it someone pls h a l p -)

-Favorite characters: ADRIEN AND NATHTALIE AND THAT’S BASICALLY IT…I also like Ladybug sometimes but I go back and forth on her a lot.

-Favorite ship: The love square. Aaaaaaaa-

-OCs?: No.

A Hat in Time

-Favorite character: Moonjumper

-Other favorites, in no particular order: Hat Kid, Snatcher, Vanessa, Mustache Girl

-Favorite ship: None

-Vanessa should get a redemption arc I’m not sorry

Yandere Simulator

-Favorite character: Miku girl lol

-Other favorites, in no particular order: Osana, Senpai/Taro (he deserves better than this mess), all the nice/decent rivals, Ai Doruyashi (she should have lived), Kokona

-Absolutely hate: Mida Rana, the freaking developer, Info-chan

-Do you support Yanderedev?: No. He’s done really bad crap, and I don’t even really like most of the game. I just like some of the characters and the really creative parts of the fandom

-favorite ship: None

Red Queen

-Favorite character: Maven HE DESERVES BETTER THE NARRATIVE DID HIM SO DIRTY

-other favorites: Cal, also deserves better

-Notes: This book series is a mess and I don’t even really like it I just think Maven and Cal are cool and that’s it. All you’re going to get from me on this series is angry rants about how Maven could’ve had such a cool redemption arc and they ruined him and how cool Cal is.

Slime Rancher

-Favorite character: Beatrix!

-Other favorites: Mochi, Casey (10/10), Ogden, bOb

-Favorite ship: Bea and Casey Ofc they are precious

-Favorite slime: Tangles, tabbies, Puddles, Flutters, The cute bat ones, the cute bunny ones, phosphors, yolks, I love them alllll qvq

-OCs?: Yes, actually!

Pokemon

-Favorite character: So many- I like Iono a lot!

-Other favorites: Nemona, FREAKING VOLTAGE MIKU, Lilith, Misty, Selena, and more!

-Partner Pokemon: Rosa the Roserade from Sword

-Who do I ship Ash with: Selena, easy.

Pretty Cure

-Favorite character: Cure Happy, Cure Beauty, Cure Spade

-Favorite cure teams: Pretty cure Smile, Doki Doki, and Futari Wa

-Notes: Pretty cure was my hecking childhood man I love Smile

Dang, that all was a lot- o.o

Alts: @myownquieterworld for when I’m sad/poetic lol

[firewoodwander]

If I can ask a couple for the ship ask meme (please feel free to answer any or none as the fancy strikes!):

jaing/mereel

besany/ordo

fives/tup

😊

Of course!! :D thank you!!!!

Jaing/Mereel: ship :)

1. What made you ship it?

Asshole-bastard energy off the CHARTS. Idk about romance here but they’d do fucking around and repressed feelings well I think. There’s not much I won’t ship and this is tasty.

2. What are your favorite things about the ship?

See above + fun forbidden pseudo-incest internalised-xyz-phobias to play around with! The fact Mereel is so very desperate for parental recognition [imo leading to the repression and secrecy] while Jaing (seems to have??) accepted this is the life he’s getting [more freedom, more devil-may-care about it], but they would absolutely still use the dirtiest tricks to get one over the other and look like the better son. Pathetic little sad messed up men who are actually very badass and scary being pathetic and messed up at each other? Yes

3. Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

I don’t know if really anyone else ships this 😶 an opinion contrary to what I’ve gleaned of fanon characterisations: they’re both primarily subs. Would enjoy being choked.

Besany/Ordo: ship :)

1. Absolutely nothing from the canon except the one moment I thought Ordo was cute for getting a little bit flustered over her. KT writes them as literally 😐❤️😐 (our favourite joke) even though THEY HAVE THE POTENTIAL. THEY HAVE IT. THEY COULD HAVE BEEN SO BADASS [screaming]

So: spite.

2. He’s sad + scary, she’s hot + scary, prime poly material, even if they’re simply a quiet and traditional couple they CAN STILL BE BADASS (I’m going to go fight a writer hang on–)

3. Once again I don’t know the popular opinions for this ship on purpose but this man would call her mommy and babygirl in the same breath but she only ever calls him honey.

Fives/Tup: ship :)

1. Somehow, it was the tragedy.

2. Besties that stick together heal together. I think they’d be good for each other you know? They would definitely talk shit and snicker suspiciously in the back of the canteen. They can also be badass together. There seems to be a theme emerging here.

3. Precious soft uwu Tup is my mortal enemy. I’m pioneering straight forward and practical to the point of oblivious Tup. This guy 100% accidentally makes the first move and then ruins it by immediately changing the subject. They don’t get together for weeks, not because they’re worried or pining or whatever, but because Tup completely fucking misses his own signals he’s giving and confused the Shit out of Fives.