#so you're basically taught to think this way from day one. that doesn't mean you need to stick to that thought process

[daz4i]

how and why is there discourse about whether or not certain queer identities exist/if people should be allowed(???) to use them. why is "people know their own identity better than you ever could, and they're the only one who get a say on what they are" such a tough concept to grasp

i think if you find yourself offended by the label someone uses (especially if they're a stranger) or think it invalidates your own, it's a good idea to look inside yourself and question why that may be. more often than not, it's a result of insecurity or uncertainty of your own identity (or many other things, but i won't make a whole list here). whatever reason it is, until you resolve it, you shouldn't take it out on people for having an identity you don't understand

many have said it before but it's worth saying over and over. infighting only helps our oppressors. conservatives don't care if you're a cis gay or a xenogender aegosexual aplatonic lesbian, they hate all of us either way. trying to fit in by going for people who are easier targets for them isn't gonna help you, it'll just alienate you from your own community, and you're never gonna please them. the momentary rush you get from hearing you're not like "one of /those/ gay people" is not worth it and is gonna do more harm in the long run, i assure you

also, it is important to me to say this, but having some less than nice kneejerk reaction caused by confusion about an identity you don't understand doesn't mean you're a bad person or anything. as long as you aren't mean to that person, and you take a second to think smth along the lines of "wait a minute, this isn't any of my business" after having said reaction, you're good 👍 a lot of reflexive reactions we have to things are ingrained into us simply by. well. living in a society 🤡 and you're not terrible for having those thoughts. it's your actions that matter, and your second thought (the "wait, why did i just think that?") is more defining of your actual character and morals than your reflex. i know that having thoughts like this, even tho they're unwanted, can very easily make one spiral, so it's important to me that whoever needs to hear this knows this doesn't make you a bad person 🙏 you're good, keep taking actions to be good, accept other people even if you don't understand them, and you're on the right track :)

[thatfandomslut]

Color Her Green

Karen Shetty x Reader

Word Count: 2k

Trigger Warnings: SMUT!!! MDNI. cursing, oral (r receiving), v soft smut

Request:

I was wondering if you were open to doing this story idea with Karen! So basically the reader is the well known lesbian of the school. She is very dominant and flirty towards females. She will literally flirt with anyone of the same gender. Karen and the reader have a secret fwb relationship. But Karen wants it to be something more. So one day the reader was flirting with Regina and being very forward with her. Basically trying to get in her pants, and Karen gets jealous and drag the reader away to their secret place and they have a little fight which ends with smut and fluff. Also if you do the smut scene can you have Karen say “baby” and a lot of cute pet names? I hope this was a good idea that you might do!

Mean Girls requests are open.

Karen could admit that she was a bit hurt. How could (Y/n) go from a night causing her to orgasm three times to trying to get into one of her best friend's pants? Right in front of her, no less. Karen felt a little ashamed as she felt jealousy constrict her chest, her eyes narrowing across the hall. Gretchen noticed Karen tense up beside her as she winced, noticing Regina's back pressed against the lock behind her, (Y/n) whispering something in her ear. Whatever (Y/n) said caused Regina to bite her lip before laughing, a finger sliding down (Y/n)'s chest as she did so. The action caused Karen's fingers to twitch before she began to make her way over.

"Karen, Gretchen, hey," (Y/n) greeted, completely ignoring the obvious anger on the girl's face. She still had an arm on a locker beside Regina, not moving. This seemed to only increase the fury bubbling in Karen as she waited for (Y/n) to move. When she didn't, Karen grabbed the arm the helped her lean over to Regina, pulling her outside. Once her arm was released, (Y/n)'s hands went up in a confused sign of surrender. "What the fuck? What's going on?"

A scoff escaped Karen's lips at the apparent confusion on (Y/n)'s face. They had been friends with benefits for over three months, one might think (Y/n) would have the respect to not flirt with one of Karen's best friends. But, color her green, jealousy was radiating off of her along with the anger rolling off her skin. "Why are you flirting with Regina?" She questioned, her arms crossing angrily. She stood in front of (Y/n), stiff. That's how (Y/n) knew that she was in trouble with the girl for some reason. The bubbly smile often adorned by Karen was nowhere in sight. Even her beautiful brown eyes had darkened in anger.

(Y/n) examined Karen for a moment before she began to realize what was going on. "Are you jealous, Karen?" There was a look of momentary disbelief on (Y/n)'s face as she shook her head in shock for a moment. "We're not even exclusive. I don't understand why you're so upset. Before we started this 'friends with benefits' thing, we agreed on no feelings. I don't get why you're now upset with me for flirting with someone else whenever you and I aren't even official." Her words hurt. She had hoped that (Y/n) would eventually feel the same way she did.

Karen supposed that this was now her fault for placing unrealistic expectations on (Y/n). With that said, she was not about to take the fall in this argument. If Regina George taught her anything, it was to never lose an argument. "That doesn't make it okay to flirt with Regina, of all people. I thought there might be boundaries where you wouldn't try to fuck my best friends." Karen stated, hoping her comment had an actual effect. Judging by the deadpan on (Y/n)'s face, it didn't.

"In one of our first conversations, I had asked you if there were any boundaries. All you said was that, if I slept with anyone, you'd want me to use protection and get frequent check-ups to make sure no STDs were being passed around. Both were reasonable and valid requests. You never said anything about flirting with Regina. In fact, I have flirted with her and Gretchen many times before." (Y/n) argued back, crossing her arms the same way Karen had. She was growing annoyed. Of course, she started to develop feelings for Karen. She had been trying to deflect them in fear Karen didn't feel the same. However, feelings being revealed in an argument due to jealousy made (Y/n) too prideful to admit she was wrong. "Why do you have a problem now?"

There was a moment when neither of them spoke, tension thickening in between them. They both knew why there was a problem now. Karen took (Y/n) by the arm, taking them to the outdoor janitor's closet. They found out that it had long since been abandoned and it became their place. They had even cleaned it up once. There was not a speck of dust or dirt in the empty room. Once they entered, (Y/n) looked at Karen with her brows furrowed, still waiting for an answer. No answer was given. Instead, Karen's lips smashed against hers as (Y/n)'s back hit the door as soon as they entered.

A muffled moan escaped (Y/n)'s lips their teeth clashing as they fumbled through each other's clothes clumsily. Karen's hand quickly slipped into (Y/n)'s pants, causing (Y/n)'s back to involuntarily arch, her hips bucking into Karen's hand as she circled her clit with her fingers. "Fuck," she whispered. Karen always knew just where to touch her, and just like Karen knew every inch of her body, (Y/n) knew Karen's. They knew everything that made the other twitch, moan, and cum. Their hands memorized each other's bodies easily. How could (Y/n) try to memorize another woman's body after having become bonded with Karen's? They fit too nicely together. It took only seconds for (Y/n) to feel weak in the knees as her head rested on the door, moans spilling from her lips as sweet as molasses.

Karen smirked a bit at how easily undone she made (Y/n). "You're so pretty, baby," she whispered into (Y/n)'s ear before nipping at her earlobe. The small nip and pleasure building in her abdomen caused (Y/n) to moan again, though she tried to bite them back. Noticing this, Karen let out a soft 'tsk' sound, stopping her movement. This successfully caused (Y/n) to whine, looking at Karen with pleading eyes. This only caused victory to build in Karen as she shook her head softly. "Don't hide those pretty sounds from me, baby, or I'll have to stop. Understood?" Karen removed her hand, unbuckling (Y/n)'s jeans as she waited for a response.

(Y/n) noted all of the mischievous thoughts that were behind Karen's usually thoughtless, but beautiful brown eyes. (Y/n) swallowed thickly, unable to get her words out. "Yes, pretty girl, understood." She agreed and Karen let out a soft hum in appreciation. (Y/n) needed Karen, but she was going agonizingly slow with her actions. The sound of the bell sounded in their room, but neither budged. Instead, Karen continued her actions, not caring about the look (Y/n) was giving her. "Please, baby, I need you," (Y/n) pleaded only causing a small smile to form on Karen's lips. But no action was quickened by this.

"I'm not going to start until you promise to never flirt with my friends again," Karen said, blowing on (Y/n)'s clit. An easy tease tactic that worked every. fucking. time. (Y/n) groaned, her hands making their way into Karen's curly hair. This was an action always appreciated by Karen. She loved it when (Y/n)'s mind was so foggy, she had no clue where her hands went. "Well, answer me, baby. Are you going to flirt with any of my friends again?"

(Y/n) licked her bottom lip before sucking it in. "N-no, Karen," she finally got out, her fingers twitching slightly as they tangled in her curls. "I won't flirt with them ever again. I-I only want to be yours. I want to be your girlfriend." There was a moment where both were surprised by her words and to suppress her grin, Karen quickly got to work. Her nose accidentally bumped into (Y/n)'s sensitive clit as she began eating her out like she was her last meal. And, maybe she was, they weren't guaranteed another minute. She had to take (Y/n) like she could be. Not that (Y/n) was complaining as curses and moans filled the air around them.

It wasn't long until (Y/n) found herself close to her orgasm. "Fuck, baby girl, I'm so, so close. You're doing so good." She moaned out, and Karen kept the perfect pace she had. As (Y/n) came, her legs became shaky. She forced herself to stay standing, though the objective was hard with Karen riding out her high. "Shit, my love, you're so fucking perfect." (Y/n) cried out, leaning back on the wall for support. Karen pulled away, helping (Y/n) back into her underwear and pants, wiping her chin with her arm. (Y/n) pulled her in, kissing her deeply before either could say anything.

Karen was in a deep state of happiness before realizing they still needed to discuss just what (Y/n) had said. "Did you mean it? Do you actually want us to be girlfriends?" Karen questioned, looking at the way (Y/n)'s chest heaved as she struggled to breathe. It was obvious the orgasm, the kiss, and Karen had stolen (Y/n)'s breath as she nodded softly. When she whispered out a soft 'yes,' Karen had grinned a bit. "But not because of our fight or sex right?" She questioned carefully, not wanting to accuse (Y/n)'s feelings of being fake. She just wanted to be sure given the previous state of their relationship.

(Y/n) understood completely as she cupped Karen's cheeks. Leaning in, she pressed a gentle kiss on Karen's forehead. "I really mean it. I have felt something more than friends with benefits for a while. I just… I didn't want to ruin what we had. Instead of doing the right thing and communicating how I felt… I flirted with Regina. I'm sorry for that." (Y/n) apologized, having finally caught her breath. Karen smiled a bit at this fixing (Y/n)'s hair gently.

"It's okay," Karen confirmed with a gentle nod. She leaned in, kissing (Y/n). This time, their kiss was soft and slow. It still held the same passion, only it wasn't a kiss that would be followed up by sex. The two basked in each other's presence, time being lost as they finally parted away. "I should be apologizing, too. The way I approached the situation was wrong. Instead of trying to talk, I just argued instead. I just like you, a lot, and seeing you with Regina hurt. But, we're over that now."

(Y/n) kissed her again, but not a lasting kiss. Instead, it was chaste. "It's okay, we're passed it." (Y/n) said softly before kissing the tip of Karen's nose gently. "We're so past it that if you wanted to give me a hickey to show everyone that I'm yours, I would welcome and invite it." The two of them laughed, knowing it was a joke, but Karen still took her up on the offer. It was hard to not make love to Karen right then and there as she sucked the sweet spot on (Y/n)'s neck, revealing a dark bruise on her neck. Karen admired her work with a smirk as she kissed the sensitive spot softly to soothe it.

"Now, if someone flirts with you, you can say you have a girlfriend." Karen winked playfully, and (Y/n) laughed gently. She leaned over, fixing Karen's hair, and using her thumb, she un-smudged Karen's lipstick. The two of them continued to fix each other before they walked out of their special place. They had missed their homeroom and first period, plus a small portion of the second period, but neither of them cared. "See you at lunch."

As the two separated, the goofy grins on their faces due to them finally being official never dropped. As soon as Karen entered the second period, Gretchen already adorned a knowing and supportive smile, asking for all the details. Karen didn't share every single thing, but she did tell Gretchen about how she and (Y/n) were now official. For the rest of the day, nothing could ruin either of their moods. Especially not when (Y/n) was proudly showing her hickey to anyone who stared too long.

[whateversawesome]

Chapter 93: Stellas, Tonitrus and Another Desmond

First of all, congratulations to our girl for getting another stella (her first academic achievement stella too!) Good for you, Anya!!

Anya also got a tonitrus bolt, but who cares about that 😆 Oh yeah, I know who does...

Congratulations also to Twilight for not losing it. Good for you, Twilight...you're learning how to be a good dad. Hey, did you notice he didn't even try to look at the results before time?

Look at that baby's face 💕 Positive reinforcement and encouragement work wonders! Still, I hope one day, Anya realizes her papa loves her no matter what.

It was one hell of a chapter, don't you think?

Let me get this out of the way: the more I know the people around Donovan Desmond, the less I like him. Even though we know very little about this man, it looks like his relationship with his family has destabilized his wife and son's mental health and general wellbeing.

So, here are my thoughts:

Demetrius

He looks like a kid who was pushed too hard to study and was taught nothing else. Yeah, he may be a stella-earning machine, but he lacks a balance, like the ability to communicate and understand other people. If anything, he seemed overwhelmed by a simple interaction with a some kids.

I'm guessing his classmates see him like an unapproachable person and he is probably a loner. He doesn't seem close to his brother either and I'm going to guess he's not close to Melinda. I suspect his dad "took him under his wing" since he was very young and made him that way.

Why couldn't Anya read his thoughts?

At the moment, I don't think he was experimented on. In my opinion, this boy's only thoughts are about studying, earning stellas, and not being able to understand people. All courtesy of...

Donovan Desmond

It looks like Donovan did spend a lot of time with Demetrius when he was young. The purpose is still not very clear to me, but this looks fishy. Either he sincerely wanted his son to do well in school or there was a reason Donovan Desmond wanted to be inside those imperial scholar social gatherings.

My gut tells me it's the second option. Why?...

I believe Donovan was Prime Minister or close to being Prime Minister back then. Why would a busy politician like him spend his time making sure his son did well in school? Something doesn't add up.

In the present, Donovan is basically a recluse and the only events he attends are those imperial scholar gatherings. If Desmond was a good dad, it would be understandable for him to support his son, even if he didn't participate in politics anymore. But that's the thing; Donovan Desmond is not a good, supportive dad. Demetrius said it himself: his dad is not in contact with him. Meaning, there must be an ulterior motive for him to attend to those social gatherings.

My guess is that he used his son. And since he already has access to those meetings, he doesn't need to communicate with his eldest son anymore or to have a relationship with his youngest either.

Talking about the youngest Desmond...

Damian

Damian and Anya had a rocky start, but as the story advances, it's obvious Damian is a sweet boy, who seems so...abandoned.

Damian is the kind of kid who thinks he has to earn his parents' love (especially his dad's). That's horrible. That love should be unconditional.

However, after meeting Melinda and now Demetrius, I can confidently say he's better off at school. Because of this, I'm thinking that it was Melinda the one who insisted on Damian staying at Eden.

Damian probably thought that in order for his dad to spend time with him, he needed to be like his brother, meaning a stella-earning machine. That's why those stellas are so important to him. And let me say that it's remarkable that Damian is earning stellas without any help from his parents or anyone else (like Demetrius in the past and Anya in the present.)

Now I see that part of his character arc could be for him to realize he doesn't have to be like his brother and he doesn't need his father's approval either.

Can you see the difference his friends make in Damian's life? His friends, including Anya, are helping become a different person than his brother. They're helping him realize he doesn't have to behave "like a Desmond" only, that it's okay to behave like a kid too.

Maybe that's why his mom wants him to be friends with Anya. She's a good influence on him.

It will be interesting to see if Damian's relationship with Demetrius changes over time. I would like to see that because Damian craves a relationship with his family. In my opinion, Melinda does love his youngest son (we don't know how she feels about Demetrius), but there's a reason why she won't go near him. At some point, we'll find out that reason.

Twilight and Anya

Just like Desmond, Twilight needs to get into those imperial scholar gatherings. That's why Anya needs to get those stellas. We could argue he's also using Anya like Donovan used Demetrius, but there are a few key differences:

1.Anya knows and is helping him willingly, because she knows her papa's purpose: to keep peace (and make a world where children don't have to cry).

2.The way Twilight encourages Anya earn those stellas. Yes, he makes her study (helps her too), like any parent would, but he also lets Anya be herself! Twilight wants Anya to have a balanced life, to have friends, to have fun, to play, to watch TV, to go on outings and even travel as a family.

He's not forcing her to study 24/7 so she turns into a stella-earning machine, because he knows there's more to life than stellas and good grades and because he wants the best for his child, over his mission (even when he's not ready to admit that).

3.This whole thing is transforming him. Unlike Desmond, Twilight is becoming more human. He no longer serves his own purpose (even if that purpose is for peace). Now, he's a father and has to put his daughter's wellbeing first.

Do you need proof?

Here, Twilight asked the question we've all been dying to ask.

As a spy, he would have pushed his daughter to remember her past so she would answer the question. But instead...

He realized those memories could be painful and didn't want his daughter to think about that, so he just tells her to forget about it...Why? Because Anya's past doesn't matter. Even when it could be advantageous for his mission, he chooses to let it go for his daughter's sake and because she already has a family with Yor, Bond, and him.

Donovan and Damian

I wonder if at some point Donovan Desmond will try to use Damian for his own purpose. If that happens, I'm sure Damian won't turn his dad down, he'll be happy his father finally acknowledges him and will be happy to spend time with him.

My gut has been screaming that Damian and Donovan are a foil of [Redacted] and his dad. And not only that...Remember when that awful man made Anya cry during the Eden Interview and Twilight lost it? I suspect the relationship between Damian and Donovan Desmond could be a big trigger for Mr. Spy.

Since most of the characters in SxF are morally gray, I suspect Donovan Desmond will be the same. Maybe he'll turn out to be a good leader who wants the best for his country and wants to prevent the war, but at the same time is an abusive husband and father.

Would Twilight be okay with that now that he is a father and a husband himself?

At some point, Twilight will probably have to choose between his family and his mission and Donovan Desmond is his mission...🤔

[minispidey]

Lust is a Drug.

Marc Spector x f!reader. Angie's first kinktober.

(a/n: i got writer's block! but i just had to put this out as soon as i could finish it and I finally did! and i just realized marc didn't take off reader's undies... mushi said it was ok so i'm not gonna edit it...)

warnings: corruption, breeding, p in v, cheating, reader is in a cult. english is not my first language.

word count: 2,394.

For as long as you can remember, you've never really known the world outside your house. You weren't taught basic math or science, you were just your parents' doll. So when they let you go, after 21 years of being under their control, you wandered off not knowing what to do. You didn't have a diploma or the basic education to even get a job.

And when a couple of nice people invited you to their small town, of course, you accepted. You were provided shelter, food, and clothing. You were as pure as an angel and untouched, and Arthur Harrow set his eyes on you, wanting you for himself. You were the perfect woman.

Of course, you said yes. He was kind to you. He was a decent husband, but your marriage wasn't what you imagined it would be. There was always something missing.

When your husband brought back Khonshu's avatar, you were curious. Finally, someone who knew what the world was like without being as brainwashed as everyone around you.

You poked your head out to watch your husband lead the man to the dining area. Your white dress swayed as you made your way to Arthur's side, holding his arm "How fascinating..." you whispered.

"Don't mind her. This is my wife, just curious like always." Arthur looks at you before patting your head "Dearest, I'd like you to meet Steven Grant and well, Marc Spector."

"It's very nice to meet you." you stared doe-eyed at him. Steven's eyes shifted towards you before nodding "It's nice to meet you too."

"Why don't you go ahead and help with supper, hm? Run along now." Arthur smiles at you before rubbing your back.

"Alright." you obediently nodded as you went off to the other tables. Arthur let out a small laugh "Beautiful, isn't she?"

"Your wife? Yeah, I guess- I mean, she's a real beauty." Steven stammered with his words "She's lovely."

"Don't be so tense. She doesn't bite." Arthur pats his back as they both sit in front of a table.

From afar, you continued to stare at Steven. Your eyelashes fluttered a bit and your body felt like putty. You squealed a bit when your fingertips accidentally graze over a boiling pot.

Right. Kitchen duties.

The night wore out, and you retreated to your quarters, washing yourself. The soft silk of your nightgown rubbed against your skin as you lay down on the sheets. You took a deep breath of the fresh cold air, relaxing your body.

Not long after, your husband joins you. He smiled at you "What do you think, dearest? Think he'll help us?"

"I can tell he's stubborn." you giggled, turning your head towards him.

"Well, Marc Spector is. Steven Grant is... gullible and he'll trust us. You can help gain his trust. You're always the convincing one." His finger boops the tip of your nose before he cups your face with both of his hands.

"If that's what you think best, my love."

He pressed a kiss against your temple "We must rest for tomorrow. You'll keep him company, won't you?"

"I will."

The next day, you dressed in your usual white dress and prepared to welcome Steven to your little town. While Arthur was off doing whatever he does, you stopped by the little cottage Steven was given for last night.

You knocked on the door and patiently waited with a soft smile until he eventually opened it.

"Good morning." you said "I brought you bread. As a welcome."

"Uh, thank you." he nods.

"May I come in?"

"Yeah, go ahead." his British accent was gone, you noticed. You blinked twice before smiling "Marc Spector?"

"Yeah." he opens the door wider "Come in."

"Okay." were you a little scared that it was Marc? Yes. Steven seemed nicer than how Arthur first described Marc to you, but now you were faced with Marc himself.

"My husband wanted me to give you a warm welcome. He has some duties today so he sent me in his place. Did you sleep well?"

"Not bad." he shook his head.

"Good to hear." you nodded "You must be starving-"

"What do you want?" Marc asked you, staring into your eyes.

Your mouth was hung open before you took a deep breath in "I just... want to welcome you. It might be just a visit but I wanted to make you comfortable..."

"Nothing about this whole... thing..." he waved his hand "...is comfortable."

"I'm sorry, I-"

"Listen. You can leave. I'll tell Harrow that you did welcome me, and whatever. Just leave." he walks towards you, making you back up against the wall.

"I'm not very fond of lying to my husband..."

"Then keep a secret. Now, leave." Marc points to the door "Thanks for the bread. Now, go."

You felt butterflies in your stomach. You've never felt this way before. But something about this... situation, is making you extremely-

"Go."

"Y-Yes..." you stuttered as you kept eye contact with him. You slowly made your way to the door before walking outside.

Your legs were like jello. You felt an unfamiliar sensation down there, your... core. You gulped before walking back to the town and rushing into your house, running up the stairs. It confused Arthur who had just come home.

You hiked up your skirt when you reached the bathroom and sat on the toilet. You had thought you were on your period— but you weren't.

But clear substance coated your folds. You've never touched it before but you were curious, taking a finger and dipping it inside.

"No... it's a sin..." you quickly pulled your hand away "I mustn't...." you whisper.

You washed your hands and quickly fixed your dress. But the burning sensation in your core never stopped.

That night, you lay in bed alone, your breasts were warm as you placed your palm to feel your heartbeat.

Marc was just so intimidating. The way he looked at you made you feel things you've never felt before.

The way he towered over you, the way he stared at you, and the way he spoke to you...

Your hand was in between your legs again.

You let out a gasp before pulling your hand away and sitting up. Your heartbeat raced and your face heated up, feeling your soaked cotton panties.

Just as you clasped your hands for a prayer, you heard a click from the window, making you snap your head towards it.

The moon shines from behind the white curtain and suddenly the windows slammed open, the cold air hitting your face.

You shivered and covered your eyes from the bright moon before getting out of bed, the soles of your feet touching the cold wooden floor. You made your way to the window to close it.

Until you felt a warm breath against the nape of your neck.

It sent goosebumps down your spine and you turned to find

"Marc?"

His stare was hypnotic. You didn't even notice that he was walking closer to you, trapping you against the window.

He lifted your chin upwards to look at you closer, his thumb grazing over your bottom lip. You quivered from under his touch as you fully surrendered yourself to him.

It wasn't right, but Gods did it feel right.

You shot up from the bed, beads of sweat falling down your delicate skin. Arthur was sleeping peacefully beside you and you quickly snapped your head up towards the window to find it closed.

You slipped out of the bed and grabbed a robe before leaving the house, off to see Marc in the cabin.

You didn't even knock.

"Marc?"

His door was wide open and he looked like he was just about to leave. He locked eyes with you "What're you doing here?"

You played with your fingers as you looked down "I-I know some of the townsfolk won't tell me anything about my uh... problems... but I've just been wanting some answers from someone who knows the outside world."

"What do you mean?"

"This morning." you immediately replied "You made me feel something. I don't understand what it was..."

Marc stood silent as he scanned your face. You looked clueless.

"Come in."

The cabin was dark, but moonlight peeked from the curtains. You sat on his bed and you kept eye contact with him, waiting for him to make a move. You weren't sure what but anything would satisfy you just to break the silence.

"How exactly did I make you feel?" Marc slowly approached you on the bed "Tell me.”

You hesitated. You struggled to get the word out, until finally “A-Aroused." It made you feel dirty, unclean, unworthy of your godly husband "I must go, this was a terrible idea-"

Just as you stood up, Marc grabbed your wrist, but he was gentle "Sit back down."

All you could do was stare up at him as you sat back down at his command.

A mischievous smirk curls on Marc's lips as he hears your admission. He pulled back slightly to meet your eyes, his gaze was intense and filled with desire.

"Aroused, huh? Well, well, looks like you aren't as pure as I thought." he says "Tell me, what specifically got you all hot and bothered?" his fingers toy with the tie around your robe, teasingly brushing against the exposed silk of your nightgown.

"I want to know every little detail that got you all worked up. Don't hold back now. I want to help you." truth be told, he already knew.

His other hand cupped your cheek, making your breath hitch as you melted into his warm touch.

"Help me..." you mindlessly repeated. Marc leans in, claiming your lips in a deep hungry kiss.

"Tell me, what do you need from me?" he whispered against your lips.

"I need you..."

Marc hikes up your nightgown, holding your thighs as he knelt. He dips his head towards your core while spreading your legs apart. He could smell your essence from the wet patch of your cotton panties

He trails teasing kisses along your inner thighs, his lips tantalizingly close to where you need him most.

His hands slide up your body, gripping your hips possessively as he positions himself to give you the pleasure you crave. And then, with a slow, deliberate motion, his tongue makes contact with your throbbing clit.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You gripped the sheets when you felt the sudden pleasure on your sensitive bud “W-Wait…” but you didn't want him to stop.

Marc's mouth works expertly, his lips and tongue exploring every sensitive inch, flicking and teasing with precision. His voice is a seductive melody as he speaks against your skin.

"You taste so good..." he murmurs, looking up at you.

As the pressure builds, Marc's pace quickens, his mouth working fast, driven by the desire to bring you to the edge. He listens to your moans, your gasps, your pleas, adjusting his movements to match your rhythm and intensity.

And as your stomach twisted, Marc's doesn't let up. His tongue flicks over your sensitive clit and went back to dip in between your folds, leaving you trembling and gasping for breath.

“Marc…” you whined out a string of incomprehensible words. Marc then lets you wrap your legs around his head, letting him go deeper.

Marc continues to lap at your sensitive flesh, prolonging your release, drawing out every last drop of pleasure. He revels in the way your body shuddered, your moans of ecstasy echoing through the room.

“O-Oh, I… Marc…” your toes curled and you let out a loud moan as you reached your orgasm.

Marc slowly withdraws, his lips leaving a trail of lingering kisses along your inner thighs. He rises to his feet, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.

“T-This is a sin…”

“It’s normal. Everyone does it.” he licks his lips clean of you before cupping your face and pressing a kiss on your lips “You’ve never done this before, huh?”

“No…” you shook your head.

“Not even with your husband?” he raises an eyebrow.

“He said it wasn't necessary.”

“That’s a lie, you know? You’ve never experienced pleasure— sex.” Marc’s other hand slides down to hold your breast “I can show you how it feels.”

“But my husband-”

“He won’t know a thing.”

He had you wrapped around his finger. You slowly nodded as you lay down on the bed, his hand guiding you.

His hands find their way to your hips, his touch possessive yet gentle as he got on top of you.

"I’ll go slow." he whispers, his voice gentle and assuring, making your body relax.

Marc pulls down his sweatpants, taking out his already-hardened cock. He positions himself at your entrance, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Tell me if you want me to stop.”

And then, with a slow thrust, he enters you, filling you. A moan escapes his lips as he relishes the sensation of being inside you. You let out a gasp as his cock overwhelmed you.

"Fuck, you feel so good…” he groans, his voice filled with a mix of admiration and desire. "You're so tight, so perfect.”

He started with slow, painfully slow thrusts. Marc let you adjust to his girth and kissed you to ease the new sensation “That’s it… good girl…”

As the pace quickens, Marc's grip tightens on your hips. With each thrust, his cock massaged your walls, and he guides you towards ecstasy.

Marc’s thrusts become more relentless as you let him go faster. His breath was hot against your skin while he drove you both toward a mind-shattering climax. He talks you through it while hitting your g-spot “That’s a good girl…”

And when the release finally crashes over you, Marc continues to move to stuff his cum inside of you, prolonging your pleasure and drawing out every last sensation. He revels in the way your body quivers beneath him, your moans filling the air.

As the waves of pleasure subside, Marc eases his movements, his touch becoming more gentle and tender. He presses soft kisses against your lips “You can keep a secret, right?”

“Yes…” you nodded, a bit hazy from the pleasure “I’ll keep a secret…”

“Good girl.” Marc praised you as he wiped off the sweat from your forehead “Now, do you know where the Scarab is?”

[weepingflowerbonkcop]

I'm trying to finish these headcannons before moving on. I'd be more than happy to answer any questions about the headcannons. Enjoy reading!

Warnings: Wild being Wild, nothing else.

What the Chain thinks about a Modern! Reader using slang/meme references:

Part 2

Sky

• Sky has some basic education for Skyloft. I'd say he finished high school standards for them, but elementary in our standards. He's still pretty smart but just doesn't show it as much as Four does.

• Sky didn't know what to think of when he first heard modern slang.

• He's one of those people that pretend like they know what you're talking about. Reader would be talking casually and Sky would nod his head, listening intently even if he really doesn't understand.

• He likes it when reader goes to talk to him, but sometimes he'd like subtitles to exist.

• He goes to Four and Wind whenever he doesn't understand a word, hoping that they'd be able to give him some indication/translation of it.

• Memes on the other hand - he's actually pretty good at understanding them. He might not find all of them funny but he does manage to catch what they're about.

• He's that person that hears a joke and goes into a full detailed interrogation of the joke. Something like, "Yeah nah, the bro took his cuzy out to the pub. After he met this nice sheela and got a nice rootin' only to find out the day after it was no sheela." Him not knowing what's going on just goes, "So, you've told me before that a 'she - lah' is a girl, yes? And you've also said a 'bro' is a shorter term for brother. So, what does 'cuzy' mean and what does the root have to do with the story?"

• After you do a break down of the slang he just lights up with a 'ooh' and does a little giggle to himself.

• It's cute but ruins a good story when you have to go into another full explanation of said story.

• He's also an 8/10 at least he'll laugh at memes even if he doesn't find them funny.

Wild

• Thinking about him losing his memories some of his schooling had also been lost since his resurrection.

• I believe Wild is the most adaptable of the Heroes. He had to be adaptable out in the wild in order to survive.

• So, he'd be the quickest - next to Wind - to catch Modern! Reader's slang.

• He would also interpret it into his own day to day talking. His Hyrule is more flexible in my opinion to different ways and languages than other Hyrules.

• Him along with Wind and Four are your main translators to the others. So, when someone is in doubt they run to Wild to ask about a certain word or abbreviation then run back to reader and continue the conversation.

• However, Wild does radiate chaotic energy and sometimes whenever the others try to learn, he'd casually tell them the complete opposite of what it means for shits and giggles. An example, "Wild, what does 'Yo - lo' mean?" "You only lick once." The person would thank him and run back to you, "Indeed only one lick." "What the -"

• This annoys the living daylights out of Twilight, Time, Warriors, First, Calamity - basically all the serious Links.

• Wild appreciates memes from Modern! Reader's world. In fact he sometimes tries to recreate them with readers guidance.

• Other times he would try and create an entirely new genre of meme little does he know he already is with some of his really cursed selfies on his Sheikah Slate.

• Overall 10/10 best boy cause he gets it and screws with people that don't.

Hyrule

• In my honest opinion I don't think this boy had any type of schooling. Most of the things he knows comes from pure experience. He might've been taught more about magic, curses and things more related to the fae since he was raised by them, but no school system like ours.

• Hyrule much like Twilight thought it was just an accent rather than the modern day and age talk when he first heard it.

• Someone had to sit him down though to tell him it's not.

• Hyrule learns from Wild about the terms and their meanings as Wild starts using them more frequently in his own speech. So, Hyrule starts picking up that habit as well and sooner or later you got two four in actuality people talking like anyone from your world!

• I believe he would purposefully go to Legend and start telling him some of the slang that he's learned through either you or some of the others. It's similar to a kid running up to their parent to show them a picture that they drew. Legend actually appreciates this and finds it cute but wouldn't admit it.

• He does surprisingly catch on to memes quick.

• His brain works in mysterious ways as well so he'd instantly understand Modern! Reader's references.

• He does go and have little back and forths with Wind when referencing memes that reader uses the most. It's turns into a challenge between Hyrule, Wild, Wind and Four of who is right with Modern! Reader as the referee.

• He genuinely believes its interesting to hear how different the people in Modern! Reader's world talk in comparison to any of their Hyrules.

• Overall he's an 8/10.

[melloween-candie]

Chaos [P.P & F]

Yandere Poly Peter/Felix X Gender Neutral Reader

Requested // Request Rules

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"Could we get poly yandere Peter and Felix x gender neutral reader? I’m thinking a reader who has kind of trickster/chaotic sort of personality.

I don’t know if this is too much for one request so ignore this part of it is but it would be really interesting if the reader was from/grew up in Neverland— maybe the kid of one of the pirates? I mean Hook and Tiger Lily are kind of implied be a thing so it doesn’t seem out of the realm of possibility. I just think it would be interesting because reader wouldn’t know anything but Neverland, so a lot of Peter’s usual tactics wouldn’t work."

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A/n - AHHH!!! Gurlll! I love detailed requests so like keep it coming please! LoL 😂

Anyways when you said the reader would have a more trickster/chaotic personality- I pictured them being the child of Tiger Lilly more then Hook since Hook wasn't too wild in the show.

(Mind you, I haven't met Tiger Lilly yet in the show yet... I don't even know if she will make an appearance but let's just pretend she's an adult... if she isn't already... 😳😅)

1 Reply (If you want to know more about what you're going to read, then read this...)

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A/n - Sorry in advance about Tiger Lilly and Hook's relationship... I've only made it to season 4 of the show so far. 😭 Also, I added a few things to this that weren't technically in the show just to cover up some plot holes... So again, sorry if this doesn't make sense entirely.

(All I know is that Tiger Lilly is a fairy??? And that she's Hook's ex... SO, WE ARE RUNNING WITH THAT!)

Submitted by Anon

Warning! Yandere behavior, Chaotic behavior, Mentions of death

Word Count: 1,083

[Dark love]

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/"Talking"//Thinking//Muttering-Whispering/

***Narrator's Pov***

You never thought you'd see the day when your lips touched his...

He was your enemy! Or at least your father's enemy.

You were the offspring of Captain Hook and Tiger Lilly. All you've ever known was Neverland, and whose fault was it? That's right, it's all because of Peter Pan. The boy you kissed.

Your father hated him for so many reasons, but the main one was because he wouldn't let them leave. You weren't entirely sure why; Peter hated your father... So why not let them leave?

Personally, to you, you didn't want to leave. You loved Neverland. You considered it your home even though your father never thought of it that way. He'd always say things like-

"Neverland isn't a place; it's a cage! It's dangerous!"

What he didn't know was that you were a part of it... You grew to be a part of it.

Ever since you were little, he would tell you never to leave the Jolly Roger. That it's too dangerous for a little girl. He wasn't a horrible man, though. He was a great dad who taught you all you knew. But even he couldn't stop your curiosity.

You loved swinging from vine to vine. Traveling all around Neverland, fooling those who were foolish enough to listen to you. You loved playing tricks on people, especially the newcomers. And you couldn't help but laugh every time you saw someone drowning from a mermaid... it was such a foolish way to die. They were basically asking for it.

However, your father was never a big fan of your chaotic behavior. Because one, he was worried that you'd stubble into Pan and get yourself killed. And two, he would always fall for it every time, even when he thinks he hasn't, he has.

But he still didn't understand that you weren't afraid of Pan. That he already tried getting rid of you, and it always failed. You were more than capable of handling yourself. You're 16, after all.

[Flash Back to the Beginning of the Day]

***Y/n's Pov***

I escaped that floating rock on the sea once again. No matter how many times I tell my father Neverland isn't dangerous... he never listens but that doesn't matter.

By now, I knew every nick and corner of that boat. It isn't hard to escape it.

I grabbed on to a tree branch and pulled myself up.

It's a blessing and a curse knowing my father fears this place. A blessing because once I escape his wretched boat, he won't follow me... at least not necessarily. He tries but he never finds me.

It's like he never learns...

Though it's a curse cause when I return 'home,' he locks me up and grounds me. I've been grounded so many times it doesn't even affect me anymore. But that's that.

I grabbed onto a peach and started nibbling on the fruit when I heard something...

A smirk grew on my face.

"Hello, Pan~"

"Ha... I knew I'd find you here." He leans against my tree. "What's up with you and this peach tree anyways? I can always find you eating one...?

"Peach trees produce bitter fruits when they're stressed. I like the bitterness; that's why I use this tree for target practice." I touched the holes in the tree, the ones that were marked by my own arrows.

Peter just laughed as he stood up. "Now what?"

I scrunched my eyes at me questioningly. "What do mean?" I asked as I bit down on the peach once more.

"Well, there's always something with you." He arched his eyebrow and made that face he always makes again as he got closer. "No matter how many times I try, the harder I try, I can never get rid of you."

He grabbed a small twig from my tree, breaking it off. He swung it around for a bit, then poked me with it.

I backed up. "What will you do next?" He said in that smooth voice of his. He tilted his head. I could feel the twig pushing my chin up. I looked at him in the eye as he smirked.

Then quickly I moved, grabbing the arrow before it hit him. It was so close to his face, barely touching his nose. He smirked and dropped the twig.

"No nightshade? You aren't getting soft on me now, are you Pan?" I giggled as I stabbed my tree. "You can come out now, Felix!" I yelled.

"H-how did... I did everything right, so how did you dodge that?!" He asked as he climbed up, sitting on the big branch we all stood on.

"Simple, Pan made it obvious." That clearly irked him, and I only giggled at his reaction as I continued to carve my tree.

Do understand that Peter is my enemy and that won't change. He and I always had a strange relationship from the very beginning. At first, we simply hated each other but soon enough we grew close.

Enemies to lovers, you can say... just not with the lovey part. However, I have a feeling that Felix may feel something a little more nowadays.

It's whatever... it's fun, honestly.

Peter then did something I didn't expect. Mind you I still had my back behind them- he grabbed my wrist, twisting me around to face them and then he pinned me.

I looked at him up and down questioningly and then side-eyed Felix.

"What are you two- Uhm!" He kissed me! I, the offspring of Captain Hook, touched tongues with PETER PAN!

I could still feel his breath as he said, "Wouldn't it be a shame if your father never saw you again?" He mutters. His nose was still touching mine, and his eyes were deeply lost. I could see a tint of red spackling in it. Clearly, something was growing within him... something deep, bloody, and very passionate. I didn't know at the time...

I didn't even know what to say... Peter was pinning me against my own tree, and Felix was hovering over me... smiling. It was different, darker. His hoody covered his eyes. But I knew he had that red spark in it too.

Peter then kissed me again. Slowly and deeply. Call me crazy, but I kissed back this time. And Felix kissed me right after... I knew I was right about his feelings.

One thing's for sure, I didn't go home that night... or any other night for that matter.

A/n

I actually really like this one, and I might even make a part 2... Though I really hope I captured everything that you wanted!

And sorry for the long wait. 😅

[psalmsofpsychosis]

"#Alfred basically catches a lamb and goes

#''you're a beautiful wolf; i know you are; now you're gonna bite my hand until you draw blood so we both believe it;

#because that's the way we know how to be men.''

#and then 10 years down the line he looks at Bruce and he whispers in horror; ''that's a wolf''

#GIRL YES HE IS; YOU MADE HIM ONE. IT WAS YOU"

Your tags are so- Idk I don't have the words. No wait I DO-

THIS IS FREAKING BEAUTIFUL OMG

The way Bruce wasn't born with sharp teeth and claws to defend himself against the world. The place he was born into removed any need to grow them, but at the same time the place he was born into was the catalyst for him to turn into stone. Hard, unyielding to pressure and with its own jagged edges that you can hit until your knuckels bleed.

But the thing about stone is that you can chip away at it until it looks like what you want.

So Bruce was a lamb at the beginning, possessing talc for a heart, easy to rub to dust, but after the murders, he was molded into something different. He grew teeth and claws so big and strong it became difficult to be gentle, his heart was rubbed to dust and reformed and compressed and rubbed to dust and reformed and compressed until it turned into a diamond.

Alfred taught him how to be a wolf but didn't account on what would happen once Bruce's claws were bigger than his own.

CAN YOU TALK MORE ABOUT BRUCE AND ALFRED'S DYNAMIC PLEASE? You're literally rearranging my brain chemistry as I'm typing, wow. This feels so freaking strange. Thank you so so SO much

I wish you an AMAZING day

GOOD MAD MONDAY NOON TO YOU ANON YOU'RE KILLING ME. Like i'm over here lying face flat on the ground, head fucking full 99 thoughts per second this ride is going straight to hell—

You actually made them sound a lot like the Pygmalion myth, which is so right and true and also a very delicately apt interpretation of the way Bruce and Alfred's dynamic unfolds, particularly in Bruce's childhood, and particularly as portrayed in the Gotham series (which is my all time favourite Bruce&Alfred dynamic anyway, so excuse me for being annoying and immediately nosedive down that rabbithole)

See, to me the thing is, i dont think Bruce and Alfred understand each other at all. They're cut from very different clothes, and Alfred doesn't understand what Bruce /is/, but he understands what Bruce /can become/, maybe even what he's supposed to become, Bruce is the fifth element to him. Combine that lack of understanding and all the love and affection Alfred holds for Bruce and of course he makes a project of perfection out of him; Alfred molds and makes Bruce. Batman as a persona and as a purpose precisely exists *because of the way Alfred raises Bruce*, this is something that Gotham TV puts extra emphasis on. In many ways Alfred does carve Bruce into an idea of perfection, *his* idea of perfection, and Bruce lets him too. This is where stuff get a bit complicated though; Alfred is someone who struggles with his own humanity and darker side. He's so loving and loyal, but he's also bitter and mean with a vicious bite and he handles Bruce with such cold hands sometimes, and he hates every second of it, he hates his own humanity. So he pushes Bruce to get rid of his too, and they have this constant push and pull because Bruce has those exact traits. they're similar not in what they own about themselves, but in their shadows, when the sun shines on them their flawed humanity has the exact same shape and they both don't want a shadow; eventually the way they resolve this is by standing back to back and protecting each other and now they share their shadows and it's not so scary anymore. The Pygmalion myth as a parallel interpretation of their narrative fits so darn well because you are right, Bruce is made into stone and Alfred sculpts him to something beautiful and almost horrifying, almost inhuman, he sometimes forgets that Bruce is a person and not an idea, and it shows. But Bruce breaks mold, he always does, he forces Alfred to live with his own humanity and Bruce's, and this brings up a lot of grief for Alfred, but he loves Bruce so he finds a way to live with it and he does.

The Lamb/wolf metaphor is a different face to this same transformation process; in the early years Alfred has little space for Bruce's terrifying softness, but neither does Bruce. Bruce is scared of his own vulnurability and tenderness, this lamb *wants* to become something else, something less weak and helpless, something that could've saved his parents. He doesn't want to become a wolf persay, but the thing is, he has the makings. This is the reason Alfred can bring it out of him; he very much has the makings of a wolf. to juxtapose it with the pygmalion allegory; you cannot carve out of the stone what is not already in it. (this does bring up the question wether Bruce was ever a lamb at all, but that's a different topic for another day✨️)

anyway yep, i love your mind Anon, and thank you for the question! Hope you have an absolutely wonderful day too ❤️❤️

[lovelies-dream]

Can I ask how would Hideaki, Elliot, and Maeve react to Reader who is touch starved?

Affection headcanons (Hideaki, Elliot, Maeve).

This turned into general affection headcanons with touch starved reader sprinkled in.

read this to learn about my oc's

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Hideaki

Hideaki is equally as touched starved as he is touched. His parent's never put in even effort to show him physical affection, so it's something he's both scared of but also craves. Because of this, if you enter a relationship with him and are also touched starved, then it's gonna be a while before anything happens, sorry. 

He really wants to do all the cute coupley stuff, but he doesn't have a point of reference. He grew up in a cold, unloving home where he was taught that you don't get things you don't deserve, and so that's why he assumed he never got love. It's the same in all his past relationships, he blocks himself off from receiving any love or affection, and then blames the person he's with for not loving him enough. You're different though. 

Unlike his past partners, you don't purposely try to break down his walls. You don't force yourself to hold his hand in public, or kiss him on the cheek in front of paparazzi. You don't get into arguments with him about why he's so distant, you understand him, and in a way that does more to break down his walls than any one has ever done. 

Slowly, he starts opening up to you, about his family, about his past. It's a genuine moment where he is extremely vulnerable, and he confesses to you that he wants to be there for you too, he just doesn't know how. So, affection starts off slowly. 

There are days when he feels terrible, because he feels as though he's not providing you something you need/want. During times like this, he reverts to his childish ways where he deludes himself into believing that you hate him and that you're waiting for your opportunity to leave. This either leads to him begging you to stay with him, or him getting upset at you for something you didn't do. Either way, it usually ends up with you talking together and him crying in your arms. 

Hideaki is so used to putting on this persona for people, whether it's for the cameras or for people he so desperately wanted to love him. But with you, you understand him. You crave that love in the same way he does, and eventually, he learns to take what is given to him. Eventually, he's basically glued to you. As a yandere, he's very attached to you, and some days you'll even hear him talk about how he feels as though you two share the same soul, and that you can never be separated. 

It's strange, seeing someone go from rejecting every form of affection because of his own self image issues to texting you non stop because you left for work before he woke up so he didn't get a goodbye kiss. Honestly, you don't know what's worse. 

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Elliot: 

Elliot is one of those people that is naturally affectionate. He grew up with a big family, six siblings in total, and has very extreme family values. Not in the traditional sort of way, but in the sense that the people close to you are your family so you treat them right. He grew up attending many family gatherings where he'd spend time with his cousins, aunts and uncles, grandmothers and grandfathers, and none of them were shy with showing affection, so he wasn't either. 

That translates a lot to his relationship with you. He wastes no time early in the relationship giving you hugs, kisses, holding you, it was never something he felt the need to build up too. This also translates to how his family treats you. From the very first time you met them they were basically your parents. They hugged you, cooked you tons of food, gifted you things, it was very overwhelming. But to them, being with Elliot means that you're part of the family, so they treat you as such. 

Elliot won't know you're touched starved unless you tell him, and once you do he immediately starts thinking that it's his fault. He assumes that he must've not shown you enough attention, maybe he was working too much and everything just got away from him, but he really does feel bad. 

Once some explaining is done, and he realizes that it isn't his fault, he tries his best to learn about what type of affection you like the most and are comfortable with before doing anything. He doesn't want to hurt you in any way, so he pulls back a little bit in order to keep you happy. It hurts him a bit, because he wants to be affectionate with you, but he also wants to take things slow. 

Eventually, after some time, things will go back to the way things were before, but this time he's always making sure that you're always comfortable. He might be a little more reserved, always worried about what might hurt you, but he always puts your feelings before his. However, this does sometimes lead to a little bit of manipulation, where he'll talk about how his younger nieces and nephews miss you, or how his parents are talking about you and wondering when they can see you again. You both know that if you met up with family again it might be overwhelming, but a small part of him just wishes for things to go back to normal, as bad as that sounds. 

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Maeve: 

Maeve sees the world in you, and so he wholeheartedly believes in worshiping you accordingly. He's like Elliot, where he's very affectionate; however, unlike Elliot, Maeve believes it's his duty to love you in a way that is up to your standards. Maeve is the definition of an obsessive lover, even if he wasn't a yandere. He wants to show you all the love possible, so he might not even notice that you're touch starved. 

Maeve takes any second he can to express his love for you, to the point where it's annoying to everyone but him. He's been in interviews where he's asked a general question and he's somehow spun it around to be about you, he's not subtle at all. And why should he, he loves you, he doesn't see a point in hiding it. 

At least in my head, being in a relationship with Meave leads to lots of insecurities. He's a multimillionaire who owns one the most famous fashion brands and modeling agencies. He's considered one of the most beautiful people on earth, and here he is, slaving away at yet another piece dedicated to you. 

Honestly, Maeve wouldn't understand at first why you are touched starved, isn't he giving you enough attention already? But the more Maeve thinks about it, the more he's reminded of his own childhood. I touched on this a bit in my introduction post, but Maeve grew up with his parents and his grandfather, and while his parents were his favorite people ever, his grandfather was incredibly abusive. As a child he found himself craving his grandfather's love, even though he knew his grandfather would never love him. When he passed, years after he left home, he didn't attend the funeral, and he was happy to see the man gone, but some small part of him was still wishing he would've just loved him at least once.

He assumes you're similar in a way, craving a love you don't fully understand. In that moment he feels as though he understands you more and he finds himself becoming softer around you. His love was already soft, but now it's even more so. He loves taking care of you, loves picking out your clothing in the morning, brushing your hair and styling it. He wants to show you affection that goes beyond just physical, he wants you to know that you're loved, even if you don't believe it. 

As a yandere, Maeve doesn't let you for a moment forget how much he loves you, and that can lead to him unknowingly playing into a lot of insecurities I mentioned previously. Like imagine watching on the T.V. in his dressing room as he mentions for the fifth time how inspired he is by you, all while his P.R. team is going insane because this interview is supposed to be about his new show coming up. You just honestly don't know what to do with him at this point.

[johaerys-writes]

hey its the anon who was asking about achilles’ characterisation in the iliad! thank you so much for your answer, it was super informative and helpful. i think i very much had the wrong interpretation because i had a classics teacher for a year before my school scrapped the subject and they basically rambled about how achilles was a rapist and awful and went against the gods etc. without really going into the nuance of everything or explaining the context of heroes. i was kind of curious about your mention of hubris though? i thought that was a Big Thing in ancient greece because placing yourself on a pedestal above the gods was a guaranteed way to get yourself smote. sorry for acting like a student bugging their favourite teacher for an answer but you really do explain things so well 😅

Hubris is a big thing in ancient greece, you're right; there are so many myths where someone does something stupid and gets their ass whooped by the gods (e.g. Perseus and Andromeda, among many others). But it isn't exclusive to Ancient Greece. In fact, the idea of hubris may have started there, but it changed throughout the years and took different forms in literary tradition. In ancient greek mythos, hubris is usually violent or dangerous behaviours, such as extreme boasting, that are ultimately punished by the gods. In that sense, hubris is external, that means the punishment comes from outside. As cultures changed and the focus shifted more on the individual, hubris started being used to denote a personality quality of excessive pride and arrogance, which are big no-no's in Christianity. So hubris gradually became more of an internal thing, a cautionary tale to make sure the faithful stay humble and are rewarded in the afterlife. In the context of stories, that often comes with personal development of some kind, such as the protagonist seeing the error of their ways and changing their behaviour, which isn't really an integral part of ancient greek mythos as a whole.

Ancient greek hubris and christian hubris often become confused, and because we are taught that hubris is SO important to greek mythos, people try all the time to fit the Homeric works into these neat little boxes. The thing is that Homer does not fit into that; Homer was strange even when the works were written. The Iliad doesn't follow the traditional formulae of stories and myths that were popular at the time, especially oral poetry: it includes emotional change but isn't a story about personal empowerment; there is complexity and nuance in all of the characters but the characters are not idealised; it is a meditation on complex social and human themes such as the connection between rage and grief; it puts mortality, not morality, at the center of the story.

It shows how vulnerable the characters are through their rage or their grief or their passions in general, but the story isn't at all about characters being punished for their hubris or wrong-doings. For example, Agamemnon technically commits hubris in the very first book of the Iliad, when he refuses to give Chryseis back to her father and Apollo gets pissed off about it. This could be considered dangerous behaviour by ancient greek standards, and the Achaeans are indeed punished for it with the plague that Apollo sends their way. However, at the end of the day Agamemnon himself does not get punished for his transgression in any way. He gets everything he wants: Achilles rejoins the fight eventually, Hector is killed, Troy is sacked, he returns to Argos a victor.

Achilles, too, could be said to have committed hubris through excessive violence, when he killed so many people he clogged up the river and then fought the god Scamander himself; and yet he isn't punished by the gods or by the narrative, he is one of the few characters (perhaps the only?) that gets a redemption arc of sorts, by returning Hector's body to Priam and treating the old man with respect, thus showing us his generosity, his integrity, and the nobility of his character once again. And that's where the Iliad ends for him. Not with his death or with him killing even more Trojans or whatever, but with a poignant and moving scene between two people on opposite sides of a war, who have lost everything and yet still find this point of connection between them.

So Homer, and especially the Iliad, breaks all of those norms when it comes to traditional storytelling, and that's why I think it's a work that still baffles and intrigues so many classicists. That's why in my previous answer I said that it's important to keep an open mind, and to try to avoid blindly applying literary criticism devices such as cause-and-effect analyses or importing modern moral judgement and anachronistic theories in works like Homer.

I hope this helped! I love talking about the Iliad so if you have any more questions I'd gladly answer them <3

P.S. WOW that professor really needs to get their facts straight lmao, I'm sorry your first contact with the Iliad and Achilles was through a lens like that. It always astounds me how little some people actually know about the subjects they're supposed to be experts in, like to talk about Achilles, a character from the ILIAD, and to refer to him as a "rapist", a thing that only appears in later Roman works which were basically ILIAD FANFIC LMAO, and BAD fanfic at that because it was essentially anti-Greek propaganda......... wow wow wow

P.S.2 unless the "rapist" thing refers to him sleeping with Briseis/a slave, which WOW once again extremely myopic take, very culturally and contextually tone deaf, I wish they actually do their research and stop spreading slander, that's slander, like come ON

[sweaterkittensahoy]

Throuple request for jean/crosby/bubbles? Something like Jean realizing through Crosby's letters that not only did her husband go off to war, he also got a boyfriend?

Just before she becomes Mrs. Jean Crosby, she notices a change in Harry's letters. They arrive as regularly as they always have. But he's gone from basic training to navigator school. And there's a name.

Joe.

Over and over.

I should call him Payne, I suppose, writes Harry. But he's not the sort of fellow who seems right for a last-name nickname. He's...well, I'm not sure how to say it, Jean, but he reminds me very much of you.

Before she was just a few short months away (leave permitting) from becoming Mrs. Jean Crosby, she was the daughter of proud and loud bohemians.

And she still is.

And they taught her that love is an ever-expanding option, not one that shrinks.

Harry grew up in much more "respectable" (Jean hates that word) circumstances. As intellectually curious as Jean, but he thinks and thinks and thinks (and thinks) where Jean does not. Harry weighs every possible option and makes a first decision, then checks that against every new possible option he's conjured.

Jean makes a list of "probable" and "probable but not possible" and makes a final decision from that alone. Harry says she's like opening the windows on the first warm day, clearing the musty air from his head.

She sits down and writes him back, disguising her response halfway into her letter after paragraphs about apartment-hunting and cleaning tricks she's learned.

If this Joe reminds you very much of me, I would love to meet him. But perhaps you can judge him with a kiss, the way I did you. The first time I kissed you, I felt lit up from the inside. If you feel this way for this Joe, I may be convinced to call off our engagement. But maybe not. I suppose it depends if you think he can win against me in a fair boxing match.

The next letter from Harry does not mention this passage, but there is a postscript: Joe says hello.

Jean makes sure to include a postscript of her own: I say hello to Joe.

Harry does get leave in time for their marriage. He brings this Joe Payne with him. He's blonde as can be, with a kind face and a sweet drawl. Harry can't quite meet Jean's eyes when he makes introductions.

"Joe, would you care to wash up?" Jean asks, gesturing towards the bathroom.

"Thank you, Ma'am," Joe replies. Jean doesn't bother to tell him to shove the ma'am. It can wait until later.

The moment the door latches, she grabs Harry by the collar and kisses him hard. "Does he kiss as well as me?" she asks, laughing in his ear.

Harry twists in her grip but also holds onto her waist so she can't get away. "You know I have no idea how to find out," he says.

"I told you how to find out," she replies. "It was clear as day in my letter." She makes a consoling sound when Harry winds up his face. "Oh, you couldn't do it. But you wanted to."

"I did," Harry admits. He opens his eyes and looks into hers. "I do," he says, and he doesn't sound ashamed. Jean's so proud she kisses him again.

"Shall I take matters into my own hands?" she asks. "I could just kiss him myself."

Harry pulls her in tight and buries his face in her neck. "You're trying to rile me up," he says.

"What's the point of loving if I can't?" she replies.

The bathroom door opens. Jean hugs Harry tight so he can't get away. Joe comes up short at the sight of them.

"Sorry," he says. "I'll just--"

"Joe, you ever look at Harry and think about kissing him?" Jean asks.

"Jean!" Harry shouts, but it's muffled against her neck.

Joe shifts back and forth on his feet, then settles and shrugs, giving Jean a sweet, deep smile that makes her feel glad to know him. "Well, sure," he says. "Would you mind?"

"Not in the least," Jean says. "As long as you mean it."

"I would," Joe says. "I look at him, and it's like I've got bubbles running through me."

Harry lifts his head from Jean's neck and looks at Joe. "Really?"

"Bubbles," Jean says. "That's what we should call you."

Joe shrugs. "Best nickname anyone's tried so far, honestly."

Jean holds out a hand. "Come here, Bubbles," she says, trying it out.

They all three chuckle as Joe walks over. Jean steps back and leaves Harry and Joe hand in hand.

"Well," she says to Harry, "you had enough nerve to propose to some odd bohemian girl. You must have enough to kiss Bubbles."

Harry looks at her like she could solve every problem in the world. She curtseys to make him laugh. She laughs as he does kiss Joe, quick and careful, and she covers her mouth with her hands when Joe chases him to get another kiss.

"Yeah, okay," Harry says to Joe. "Jean's right on the money."

"From the way you tell it, she usually is," Joe says. He kisses Harry again, then looks at Jean. "Can I kiss you, too?" he asks.

"If you have an interest, sure," she says.

He kisses her too, and for Jean it solidifies his nickname. Because his kiss feels like Harry's like there's bubbles up under her skin.

She and Harry get married, and they have one night together before he has to leave again. Bubbles comes to get him the morning after, and she makes breakfast for the three of them.

She kisses them both before they leave, making Bubbles promise to write her himself.

But on every letter back to Harry, to remind him of what they have, she adds a postscript. Tell Bubbles 'Hi' for me.

[anyoldfandom]

Genuinely not trying to vaguepost my last reblog bc this has been something I've seen a lot of but like...y'all get Lae'zel is a complex character, right? Like Larian didn't just phone it in for her just bc she isn't as forthright about her issues at first doesn't mean she isn't interesting.

It'a not a coincidence she has so many things with Shadowheart. They were both raised by cults. Lae'zel has been taught all her life that her queen is infallible and been taught that murdering her peers is acceptable and that every other species is weak and not worthy of her time or company. It's something she's proud of bc for moat of her life, she has been isolated from other species. She has only known this conflict from the day she was hatched, she is what she was shaped to be.

Like...do you also think it was a coincidence that Shadowheart was expected to kill to become a Dark Justicar, and that Lae'zel was expected to kill a mindflayer to be seen as a worthy member of her society? One murder is objectively worse than another, but also their stories have to go in opposite directions.

It's so important to look at Lae'zel as someone who was raised by a cult, though. It also explains why she's so reactive, antagonistic - she's scared, and when she needs the world to be soft, it's sharp and cruel back. Shadowheart can hide that she's a follower of Shar, and does at first, until she feels like she has to tell you. Lae'zel cannot do that, bc as far as Faerûn knows, her entire species is the cult. And people are valid to be suspicious of Githyanki, since they do do atrocities! A lot of atrocities. Those atrocities are not to be ignored. But we, as players who come to see the whole picture, shouldn't just dismiss an abused person unlearning the ways of her cult bc she's mean. She wouldn't have survived this long if she WASN'T. Lae'zel could not have known better bc she is a literal alien who would have been killed if she thought any different than what she'd been taught. Which we know bc we see ome Githyanki kid question things in the creche, and be told he has to fight to the death for wanting to be less violent.

Like, does this seem like the words of someone with a healthy childhood?

She was literally born to fight. It's right there. Sje was born to be a warrior and she knows no other way.

Also, in all this, people forget that Lae'zel is the most scared of all of the companions. She's terrified of turning into the dame monster she's sworn her entire life to kill. Her people were enslaved by the mindflayers, and she was supposed to kill them, not be captured. Not to be turned into one, to belong to them again.

And with all this, even with all this, in Act 1 she still wants to save you. She still grows close to the party and is adamant you come with her to the creche. She says we must find the creche, she assures you that you will not be hurt inside, that being with her will protect you, when that is so clearly not the githyanki way. She leaves your party evem when you don't go bc to her, you are throwing away the opportunity that she is trying to give you, an olive branch of care. And in her eyes, you throw it away - and she knows only to treat what to her is a sign of aggression with aggression.

Like, again, does this seem like something someone who doesn't care about you will say when you die?

She screams Halsin's name. She curses when the Tav and Minthara fall. She is directly contrasting what she was raised for by caring about all of you.

And, finally, when you're a Dark Urge, and you try to kill her in Act 2 after not killing Isobel, she basically just outright says she cares when you tell her to kill you.

Outright, she refuses to consider it. Even though you're explicitly a threat to her, even when she threatens you while you're feral.

I don't really have a good ending to this post and there's defo things I've missed (hell, I'm not even into Act 3 yet) but like. I've seen do much ignoring of Lae'zel and so much slander that I will not stand for.

[countrymusiclover]

4 - The Feast pt 2

Part 5

The Last Velaryon

Tag list @rise-my-angel @cdragons

Lord Eddard and King Robert Baratheon made their way outside of the feast hall. The laughter and loud noise could still be heard when they walked away out of earshot from others to have their conversation. Eddard paused in his steps. "You're grace, what did you wish to talk about?"

"No formalities, Ned. It's about that Velaryon girl." Robert eyed his friend.

Ned asked him. "What concerns you about her?"

"I think I might have made a mistake when I stripped Jaime of his white cloak." The king declared under his breath.

Lord Stark wasn't sure what to make of his words. "What do you mean?"

"I mean the Kingslayer doesn't seem to give a damn about her. He is hiding something. Only problem is I don't really care to find out what." He chuckled.

Ned clicked his tongue. "We cannot judge someone until we know whether they are a man of honor or not. But what does this have to do with you second guessing your own command?"

"I haven't done much research on the Velaryon house but I figured the lord would have fought against the man who basically helped me banish their house."

"If your house is close to being very small I suppose you would do anything to keep it alive." Ned pointed out.

Robert simply nodded his head. "I've been thinking about this, Ned. I am king and seven kingdoms declined loyalty to me so why not use that power to change one declaration I just wrote."

"Your grace, if you mean to go against the Lannister's I don't think that would be wise." Ned warns his friend and king.

Robert scoffs. "I don't care what they pay me not to. I am not blind Ned and I know you just saw it too. There's something between that girl and your son."

"It is a good thought, your grace. But that's all it should remain just a thought. I doubt Robb has even thought of a betrothed yet." Lord Stark shrugged his shoulders knowing his son and his young at heart nature. He was still a boy, even though he was very good at following the lessons he had been taught so far in life.

Robert moved closer to his friend, staring into his eyes with a serious expression. "You're his father. If he hasn't thought of the idea of marrying her then persuade him to. I'll deal with Tywin Lannister when the time comes."

Three years ago - Haelesa's pov

That morning I was dreading more than I care to admit to myself now. It was the day I had to say goodbye to one of my closest Joella Bridges. Picking up the ends of my nightgown I scampered through the hallways until I reached her chambers knocking three times on the door. "Joella, it's me. Open the dang door!"

"Enough with the shouting. We don't want to wake the whole castle staff. Once they're awake I'll have to start packing to leave." She shushed me by tugging me inside her room and quietly yet quickly shutting the door and locking it.

I admitted throwing my arms away from my sides. "I don't want you to leave. Why can't it be if you're lord father isn't dra yet then the man travels to live with the girl."

"I'm going to miss you too, Haelesa and Chezney too of course. But my parents already agreed to it." She opened her arms and we raced to embrace one another.

Her father had married my mother's older sister and so we we're cousins by birth. Now her father had decided to ship her off for marriage....the only real reason this happened was the tale of bettering one's house. And I had done my own research from what I could find on her soon to be new family. "You don't want to marry this man. It's claimed he has a mustache, Joella."

"Yes but I've also been told he is very cheerful." She added on slightly breaking the hug so we could see the other's face.

I made a noise sticking my tongue out to her. "It's still gross thinking you'll be kissing a guy with hair around his mouth...eww, Raynald Westerling!"

"Haelesa stop it okay. I am already nervous enough and your teasing isn't helping." Joella admitted dropping her arms at her sides.

I smiled at my cousin. "I'm just saying, Ella. You'll be kissing a guy with a full beard."

"Okay, let's change the subject. I want you to promise me something." Joella replied.

Taking her hands in mine I asked softly. "What kind of promise?"

"Promise me that even though we will be away from each other that you will tell me off your adventures. Whether they are big or small. If you find love or not. I want to know everything. So send me letters, cousin." She explained to me with that cheeky smile she always had on her face when we got to spend time together.

Squeezing her hands in mine I immediately agreed without hesitation of what she was asking. "Of course. As long as you do the same back to me.

"I promise." She hugs me gently and I wrap my arms around her hugging her with the same level of emotion.

Robb and I were still just silently walking around the abandoned courtyard of Winterfell. Everyone else was still awake enjoying the feast with the royal family. He paused in his steps outside a wooden cage canal looking at me. "I wanted to show you something."

"Show me what?" I questioned him wrapping my arms around myself and I had taken his other fur cloak that he had given earlier on the day.

He undid the locks of the pen and I gasped taking a step back seeing an animal exit the pen. The animal in front of me was a wolf from what I could by the pointy ears and the long wagging fur tail. "This is GreyWind. He is my direwolf." He responded by running his fingers through the wolf's gray coat.

"I've never seen a direwolf before. Where did you find him?" I asked, lowering myself down on a knee reaching forward and petting his fur when he sniffed my hand before I touched him.

Robb stands on the side of the direwolf. "My father had me and my brothers out hunting with him in the woods. Their mother had died and so each of the Stark children got to have their own pup. We just had to take care of them."

"Aww that's sweet. He seems like a good boy." I smiled still, moving my fingers through his fur and he began wagging his tail back and forth.

Robb smiled down at me. He had been enjoying your company from the moment you two had met. He wished he could spend more time with her. But unfortunately he figured that wouldn't get the chance. "I have trained him as best as I could. "

"You really are something, Robb. You'll make a good Lord of Winterfell one day." I praised him getting to my feet not caring about the mud stains on my dress.

He blushed but I couldn't tell how bad it was given that the only light was provided by some burning torches on the walls and the fact that it was completely dark. "You barely know me and you're already giving me praise, Haelesa. I am not sure how to take it. But thank you."

"You're welcome, Robb. Maybe if we're lucky we can know more about each other before I leave in a few days." I smiled, clasping my hands together in front of me.

Footsteps could be heard coming around the corner causing both of us to turn our heads seeing Lady Catelyn rushing over to us. I could see the annoyance in her facial expression. "Robb, you shouldn't have left the feast. This is for the royal family. Why in the seven kingdoms are you out here?"

"I'm sorry, mother. I was simply showing Lady Haelesa my direwolf." Robb apologized to his mother.

Catelyn shifted her head quickly over to me. "You're the Velaryon girl that is supposed to wed the Kingslayer."

"Yes Lady Stark I am. I am sorry if I have made any problems this evening." I bowed my head giving her a small curtsey.

She shakes her head focusing back on her first born son. "I am just here to say that your father went off with the king to talk about something. So you need to go back inside and represent your house in your father's stead."

"Of course, mother." He nodded in understanding, placing GreyWind back inside his cage. He walked past me and his mother glanced over his shoulder back at me. "I'll see you later, Haelesa."

I looked into his brown eyes waving bye to the young boy. "See you later, Robb....uh if you see my friend Chezney,  Lady Stark. Tell her I am retiring for the evening."

"Goodnight, Lady Haelesa." She responded watching me walk away and she could sense that something was between her son and the young woman.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Idia Shroud Masquerade Dress Personal Story: Part 2

"Even if you say you believe in me..."

(Part 1) Part 2 (Part 3)

[Diasomnia Dorm – Lounge]

Idia: Why…

Idia: There was less than a 30% chance, so why was I chosen…?

Idia: And on top of that, the three selected were Malleus-shi, Azul-shi, and me… All Dorm Leaders…?

Idia: That's gotta be a statistical anomaly!! I demand a re-do!!

Ortho: Ni-san…

Ortho: I came all this way to Diasomnia to check in on you, 'cause it felt like it was taking forever for you to come back…

Ortho: But now I see you were just clinging to a pillar in the dorm lounge refusing to practice. No wonder you weren't coming back at all.

Idia: Ortho, you're here to pick me up, right!? Okay, let's team up and head back to Ignihyde.

Ortho: Hmmm. I don't know if I can do that, even if you're the one asking me…

Idia: Eh. Why!?

Ortho: That's 'cause I'd be happy, too, if you'd sing in front of everyone!

Idia: You little…!

Sebek: Hey, human! Why don't you try to be a little more like Malleus-sama!

Sebek: Despite his already melodious singing voice, he wastes no time whatsoever and continues training with Lilia-sama!

Silver: Azul is also practicing hard every day.

Silver: He said he wished to return to basics, so once practice was over, he went to speak to the music teacher.

Idia: I-I can feel the fire burning within those two… B-But that's why I don't want to deal with it!

Idia: But no matter how much I offer to give the main vocal spot to one of the other guys going to the cultural exchange…

Idia: "That would not be fair," they'd say, or "I do not wish to incur Malleus-shi's wrath" and they all refuse me…

Idia: I really want you all to give me a break!

Sebek: I cannot comprehend why you would shirk singing this much… And you call yourself a mage!? How are you even passing your usual music classes?

Sebek: Music are essential in order for a mage to cultivate their imagination.

Silver: That's right. In order to become a distinguished mage, if there is something you aren't proficient in, this would be the best venue to overcome it.

Idia: Th-Th-Th-That's not what I mean…

Ortho: My brother doesn't hate singing, nor is he terrible at it.

Ortho: Back in his room, he's always singing the opening songs of anime, or video game theme songs.

Idia: Ortho… You can't just blab that out to people like that! I'm gonna be lying awake tonight with embarrassment!

Ortho: Why? You're so good at it, so I've been hoping for a while that others can listen to you too.

Ortho: You can sing on key, and your emotions have such an expressive range that even I can tell. I really love your singing voice!

Ortho: That's why I was so happy to hear that you were selected to be one of the main vocalists. Because you're so good.

Idia: Ortho…!

Idia: I mean, sure, I'm glad to hear all that praise… It's nice and all, but…!

Silver: If it isn't a skill issue… Then it must be an issue of self-consciousness.

Idia: Y-Y-Yeah! That!!

Idia: It's too high of a hurdle for me to have to stand in front of others, and sing while being at the c-center of attention…!

Sebek: How weak. Just think of everyone, other than the Young Master, as mere rocks!

Idia: So a huge rock's just trying to lecture me right now. 'K, I'll just ignore it, then.

Silver: Idia-senpai… Allow me to teach you the secret to singing.

Idia: The secret to singing…?

Silver: That's right. This.

Ortho: That's a glass cup filled with drinking water. There doesn't seem to be anything unusual with it…

Idia: Wh-What, you want me to drink this…?

Silver: No, I don't.

Silver: When you see your face reflected in the water like this… Doesn't it feel like a song begins to naturally build up from inside yourself?

Idia: NO, IT DOESN’T!?

Silver: Ever since my father taught me this "ancient method passed down for generations," I've used this approach whenever I required it.

Idia: What do you even mean by "see your face reflected in the water"? I don't get it at all.

Sebek: Unfortunately, I'm also at a loss…

Silver: If that method does not work for you, then you must simply practice.

Silver: As you sing in front of all of us, you'll slowly build up your courage. I'm sure that will help you develop the courage for the actual performance.

Ortho: It's just as Silver-san says. C'mon, Nii-san, you gotta practice, so we can go back to Ignihyde!

Idia: I DON'T WANNA～～～!!

Idia: I'm definitely, absolutely, hundred percent, never going to sing!

Silver/Sebek: Sigh...

(Part 1) Part 2 (Part 3)

[purplerakath]

A Synthesis of Adaptations - Lucas Lee & Roxie Richter

So of the seven evil exists (AN: I will cover the twins in a footnote) two of them are pretty vastly different between the book and the movie. This leads to a problem to solve in the anime, but the anime came up with a pretty clever conclusion.

(This cut text isn't for spoilers, it's just- I write essays, that's what I do. I mean there will be spoilers for the Books and The Film, but I'm talking mostly about Ramona's backstory not... the plot of the anime.)

See, Matthew is the closest any of the exes gets to a 1:1 adaptation. Being first his fight is short, the plot elements around it are easy, and the narrative purpose didn't need changing. So there wasn't any massive revision. The book's call:response format of the song number became Matthew and his Hipsters singing, but that's mostly it.

Todd is the same character, but the movie can't really go in depth on Scott and Envy so it didn't need four different fights (five if we count Envy vs. Ramona). His character is the same even if a lot of his purpose is changed. Gideon is a similar shrunk space issue while staying the same character between versions.

The Books

Lucas Lee, in the books, is a decent guy who is kind of a sell out. He's open and honest (where Ramona lied outright) and generally just- not a very interesting character, there isn't anything there. That Lucas Lee wouldn't grab any attention in a fight scene. Roxie is also painted as 'safe' with how Ramona just lets her stay in her house, and generally isn't painted as a serious concern for Ramona. Ramona isn't worried she hurt Roxie, or that Roxie wants to hurt her. The animosity is Roxie is sure Scott is cheating on Ramona. Another nonthreatening Ex (minus her absolute desire to murder Scott. She has at least that over Lucas).

The Film

Lucas Lee is a bombastic skater boi who is equal parts asshole and sincere, he doesn't seem capable of dishonesty but at the same time you kinda think he needs a punch in the face. He's loud and memorable but there still isn't anything there. Roxie is sassy and pissed, just generally mad at everyone but especially Ramona. She lashes out and is angry and there is no way this Roxie could stay at this Ramona's house. Not if Ramona has any self-preservation skills.

The Synthesis

So how do these polar opposite versions work together? Causation. Taking the books characterization, and having Ramona's haphazard romantic style turn them into the film version. Allowing Chris Evans and Mae Whitman to play fully into skater boi douchebag and feral lesbian goblin respectively. Lucas Lee was a sweet kind dopey himbo until Ramona broke his heart, and on that day he decided his best course was to be a star. Be memorable. Be unignorable. And definitely be better than Todd Ingram. So that gravitas voice Evans does is a part of the trauma Ramona inflicted. Roxie was a sweet, caring, 'there for her' friend/roommate/lover. She was the one who cared about Ramona, share things with her. We can believe that flashback Roxie just cared about Ramona's best interests and taught her Subspace things. And then Ramona left, and it broke her, and she hates everything. Everyone. Until Ramona fixes it. Creating a feral Lesbian hobgoblin who never wishes to feel like nothing again.

It's a clever trick, isn't it. Taking two characterizations each bland in their own way, but making them interesting by basically going with 'both are right' as the answer. One of the anime's better tricks.

Footnote: The Twins

Even if the Twins weren't a nightmare to cast if you're trying to keep race, age, being twins, and hair color all in mind... Book 5 isn't about them. Like Gideon they would be a nightmare to do accurately, but unlike Gideon adapting their plot isn't easy. Gideon is a self-aggrandizing control freak, making that 'he put a chip on Ramona' from 'using subspace to sneak into her mind and fuck with it' is a change, but thematically in line. Book 5 is about Scott and Ramona's love life becoming messy as Scott realizes he and Kim aren't nearly as okay as he thinks they are. Generally they just kind of don't fit into any reasonable narrative without investing too much time for at best a minimum payoff? Their best payoff would be a cool robot fight. (Which I am always for, but again, lot's of invested time.)

[fl3shm4id3n]

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Tw: yandere/obsessive behavior, stalking, talks about violence, gaslighting, manipulation, murder, talks about sex, oral sex mentioned, baby trapping, forced? marriage, abortion and miscarriages mentioned.

A/N: I guess you could say this is my first Yandere hc? Hopefully it sounds yanderish.

Masterlist

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Before Lopez and you began a relationship, he was stalking you. He wanted to know almost everything about you by watching you from afar. When your stuff always ends up messing, he has them, some stuff he returns and some he keeps to himself to have something of yours.

He has a good memory, he remembers everything that you talk about, even the smallest detail, he'll remember. Also because he has listened to your past conversations in the past.

At the beginning of your relationship, everything was fine and dandy, Lopez is really loving and affectionate, it was like a dream come true. Until Lopez began to change, a bit.

He is the jealous type, he doesn't like a man around you, or anyone that he knows might take you away from him. Lopez loves you so much that he doesn't want to lose you, ever.

You had stopped hanging out with your friends and just dedicated yourself to Lopez. He had begun to basically brainwash you and would explain to you that your friends were jealous of you and whatever stuff he'd come up with. You listened to him since you believed that he had no reason to lie to you. Right?

Not only that, but he'd also manipulate as well as gaslight you into thinking that it was him that you only needed in your life, that without him you're no one, or that no one will love you the way he does. He Is good with his words.

Lopez takes really good care of you, he makes sure you're hydrated, well fed, or just flat out doing great with your health. He wouldn't want nothing to happen to you.

He is respectful in a way you could say, Lopez will never put his hands on you, ever. He was taught better growing up and he will not change that. No matter how mad he is, he will not hit you or put a hand on you.

He will hug you tightly, very suffocatingly tightly if you do something he didn't like. You'll have to basically tell him that he was squeezing you too hard and he'll stop, as well as apologize. Giving you a small kiss on the forehead.

He'll buy you gifts, more like 'rewards' if you have been good, he'll buy you whatever you want. If you had been wanting something for a while or have been saving up to buy something, he'll buy it for you. Don't feel bad, he wanted to get you it because he loves you. If you want to repay him, just give him a kiss or some head.

Another form of manipulating you is with sex, he will never force himself on you, ever. He'd prefer that you'd go to him or he'll go to you. Lopez will make love to you from time to time, as a way to show you (again) that it is him who can satisfy you in any way. No one else can do it like he does.

Lopez is also very watch full, if he notices someone bothering you, just tell him and he'll take care of it. He will make that person disappear or he'll make their death look like an accident. If you feel bad for that person, don't, because Lopez didn't feel bad killing them and you shouldn't.

Since one day he wishes to marry you, he'll talk to you about marriage A LOT. He will about it non stop until you agree to marry him. If you say yes, he is happy but if you say no or that you're not ready for that commitment, he is patient, he will wait until you finally agree.

Lopez would want to knock you up, he'd want to have a child with you, but this also means that you and Lopez would be stuck together, due to the baby being both yours and his.

If that were the case, he'd be happy to know that he is going to be the father of a beautiful child. But if anything were to happen, like if you have a miscarriage or would want to have an abortion, he'd be there with you. You could always have another one, right?

[council-of-beetroot]

Maybe it's out of your area of focus, but there's some interesting fanon that parallels Eastern Europe (east of the Iron curtain at least) under Soviet influence with Latin America under US influence.

Latin America isn't canon in Hetalia yet, but they argue that America would be as big of a dick as Russia when it comes to Cold War interactions. What do you think about this?

Forgive me anon I spent an hour typing this out then today woke up in a daze having little recollection of the night before and soon realizing I never posted this.

You're actually in luck because I have a small amount of background knowledge around Latin America during the cold war. I speak Spanish so one of the ways I would practice was reading a lot of historical fiction and non fiction and my teachers also taught a good amount of this in class.

Now my base knowledge is eastern Europe so learning about these parallels between both the US and the USSR in this era was quite interesting. Coming from an Eastern European perspective, the US is seen to this day as the better of the two, which is understandable given our history. Now it's interesting because I find that in Latin America or the Global south as a whole, Russia/ The USSR tends to be viewed in a softer light. I've noticed this in Hetalia depictions as well.

I think this all comes back to believing the grass is greener on the other side when in reality both sides weren't doing too hot. For me it became apparent that stories like those talking about los desaparecidos feel similar to those told in areas near Augustów.

Now I do advise against viewing both powers as identical. Just because the US for example isn't perfect, doesn't mean the glorious communist revolution will solve all of your problems

Now as for Alfred and Ivan there's a lot of similarities between them during this period. Both have a certain naïveté to their mindsets. They both believe what they are doing is justified. However Ivan tends to view his actions in a mindset of utopia justifies the means, while Alfred acts because he believes what he's doing is right. Both believe that there is no middle ground it's one or the other.

Now their refusal to see shades of grey makes them frustrating to deal with if you're any nation caught in their sphere of influence.

Even before Hetalia I kind of jokingly would say that basically the cold war can be summed up to be akin to two girls arguing over who has more friends and who has more stuff and making it everyone's problem in the fifth grade. Basically if you're acquainted with one you better not hang out with their rival.

Now this gets annoying fast when these two are calling the shots, failing to see how they are impacting everyone around them.

Both use delusions of greatness to cope with the failures of their systems.

This is basically how it's described in any us highschool history class. Now freedom seems hypocritical when segregation was a thing and when there's lots of barriers in place when many try to exercise those freedoms. Additionally meddling in democratic elections in foreign countries feels undemocratic.

Highlighting democracy as a key difference feels a bit odd if you are Martín and expressing dissent will ensure your family will never be seen again.

Also how free are you to have an opinion when say you disagree with Alfred it means you are in favour of Ivan. To this day if someone says healthcare reforms there are people that say we can't do that that's communist.

Now Alfred's way of doing things is unstable while Ivan what you forfeit in freedoms you get hypothetically in equality and security. Your house rent is going to remain the same, your job is going to remain the same. Now just like the hypocrisy of Alfred Ivan is full of hypocrisy as things are never truly equal, strange how the government employees have access to way more than you, and somehow despite being equal your culture is discouraged.

Now for the question do I think Alfred is more of a dick eh not really. I think both Alfred and Ivan have a lot of power and they view that power like kids in a sandbox. Do I think they aren't dicks? Eh no, not really