#they are both SO separate from their mother whether she's there or not!!!crazy!!!!

[slashermary]

the wall between mother and child doesn’t have to be real to be there!

[lunaa007]

Astrology observations #3

These are my personal observations and should be taken in the context of the whole chart, never isolated 😊

Some of this is 18+, no minors allowed

♦️Mars-Uranus aspects can indicate a liking for risky activities and extreme sports, like motorcycling or base jumping. They can even like to put themselves in danger as they need the adrenaline. Routine is super boring for them, they need to try new things very often. They should be careful to release this nervous energy with sports, work they're passionate about or things like that or it can backfire. This aspect can be tempered down with Saturn aspects or a lot of earth energy in the chart.

♦️Venus square mars aspect: can often be mean to the person they like, classic "if he pulled your hair it's because he likes you" stuff. Can be very passionate, might have difficulty to separate feelings from lust. They might have talent for artistic sports like dancing or ice skating. For women, they might like a more sporty fashion style.

♦️Sun-saturn aspects: especially for harsh ones, this can really change the expression of the sun sign. I know someone with sun and several planets in Leo, but they are all square to Saturn and you could never tell she's a Leo; she is very reserved, shy and restrained in life. But as with all Saturn aspects this can change with age, the personality coming through more and more while keeping an amazing sense of discipline, wisdom and grounding.

♦️Moon-uranus aspects: with harsh aspects (conjunction, square, opposition), the mother might have been emotionally cold during the childhood, and she might have been a bit erratic and unpredictable. This could have showed up as frequently moving places, or having a mother considered weird or crazy by society. With soft aspects like trine or sextile this could show up as an untraditional family, maybe having two fathers or two mothers, or parents very into technology, but this was not hard on the person and it helped them develop their individuality and independence.

♦️Taurus mercury: these people can learn much slower than other people (this does not mean they are not as intelligent, their rhythm is just different). At school they might have felt behind their schoolmates or felt like they didn't have enough time to finish their exams/homework. It is important that they don't feel bad about this and take the time they need to do their work. This might be less strong with Uranus influence on mercury. ♦️ Aquarius moon natals and their need to always read and watch self-development content without ever actually feeling their feelings 🙃

♦️ Venus conjunct moon: these people are so kind, they have such a big heart and do not wish harm on anyone, please stay mindful of who has access to you as many people might want to be in contact with this energy but sometimes also energy vampires.

♦️ Mercury conjunct/square pluto and their dark humor! I have this in my chart and one of my colleagues actually said to me three days after she started: "your jokes can be really dark sometimes" 😂 it gets worse when I'm tired as I don't filter my jokes so much before saying them. These aspects might also think a lot about death and dark themes, they can be the type to think "what happens if I die tomorrow", or "I could die if I do this" but not in a worried way, just thinking rationally about what is possible.

♦️ Leo mars women and their secret backup plan of becoming a stripper or an exotic dancer 💃 these women often have a talent for dancing, and performing can make them feel desired and confident.

♦️ Aries moon/mars placements and their road rage! Both my parents have these placements and my god the number of stressful rides to school I had when I was a child 😂 this can also apply to the other fire mars.

♦️ Lilith conjunct ascendant: these people often provoke reactions everywhere they go, they rarely go unnoticed whether it is positive reactions or negative. The women with this aspect might get sexualised a lot, and the men with this aspect might attract animosity from other men. ♦️ Sun-jupiter and moon-jupiter aspects: they might always see the bright side of things, "it will get better", "this is temporary", seeing the glass half-full. A lot of optimism, faith in a higher meaning, maybe too optimistic sometimes and too trusting that things will unfold in the right way.

♦️Mars square pluto women often attract creepy men on the street, interactions with aggressive men might be unfortunately common. It is important to not repress their anger and channel their power in something like martial arts.

♦️Gemini moon/IC: they might love to talk with their loved ones at home, a lot of communication and learning in their private life. If they live alone they might be a lot on the phone or always have music or tv or radio on.

♦️Mercury square saturn: they might doubt their intellectual abilities when young, their learning style might not fit the classic school system. It is important that they are encouraged by their family, and with time they will gain confidence and master the learning techniques that fit them best.

♦️Mars in virgo might care too much about pleasing their partner in bed and have a hard time receiving pleasure without giving anything. They might also feel self-conscious if they do not feel "clean" like not fresh out of the shower. It is important for them to practice letting go of their thoughts and doubts and be present in their body. They deserve pleasure as much as everybody else!

♦️ Jupiter in the 2nd house might have a very good self-esteem, if the moon and venus are not too afflicted. And if it is the case it helps the native deal with the harder aspects.

♦️ That's why it is so dangerous to interpret an  aspect in isolation of the rest of the chart, a challenging aspect might be very beneficial in a chart and less in another one. For instance moon conjunct saturn might be more challenging for a Capricorn moon which is already quite controled and closed off, but in the sign of Aries it might help the native tame their impulsivity and control better their emotions. 

♦️ Or moon square Uranus might be beneficial for a Capricorn moon or a Taurus moon as it might help them break out of their routine and become more adaptable and flexible to change.

Thank you for reading!

@lunaa007

[abbyromanoff]

Can I request GP Photographer Wanda x Model Reader

The Phone Call

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x reader, Tony and Pepper x reader (Parents/child)

Word Count: 1976

Warnings: Smut, Wanda has a dick, pervert Wanda, phone sex, mommy kink, bottom!Wanda, guiding, handjobs, jerking off to photos, praise, degrading, punishments, edging,

No one is permitted to steal, copy, or reblog my work as their own!!

Wanda had a love for taking photos, especially when you’d be the model. She loved seeing you pose with a silly face, and she loved making you dress up in cute little outfits. Whether it was a dress or skimpy lingerie, she adored staring at the pictures she had taken of you. Sometimes, she couldn’t help but admire the polaroids when you were gone. And sometimes, she couldn’t help but bring a hand into her pants.

You had left only three days ago on a small road trip to visit your family. Wanda had wanted to go, but her classes and schedule restricted her from doing so. Your family loved her and wanted to see her, but they understood the stress of college.

Wanda had a small box under her bed filled with small polaroids painted with your body. She ran the pad of her thumb over your gorgeous face, smiling to herself when glancing at your beauty. The next photo she grabbed was one of you in only her sweatshirt. It was large, restricting her from seeing the cute pink panties you wore that day. You were smiling whilst holding the ends of the fabric, it was one of her favorite photos of you. The innocence laced in you could only make her imagine the things she’d do to you. Your thighs were exposed, begging to be planted with marks and love bites. Oh, how she wanted to fuck your thighs more than anything.

The next polaroid she lurked upon was one of you wearing a pair of red panties and stockings. Your arm was covering your bra-less breasts as you sucked on a lollipop. You stood on your tiptoes and looked up at nothing, a sweet smile being hidden beneath the sugary treat. Images of you teasing her cock with your mouth filled her mind. The way you licked over the tip so gently as to barely graze it made her go feral. And when you’d take her down to the base, crying and gagging as your hand would massage her balls with the sweetest care, it ruined her.

She couldn’t stop. No matter how hard she tried to stop herself from going through the box, she just couldn’t help it.

You were finishing up dinner with your family, eating the remains of the dessert your mother had baked, and creating a small talk between you and your parents.

“So, Y/N, how’s Wanda?”

“I swear you guys love her more than me at this point.” The two chuckled humorously as you smiled gently, staring down at your food to avoid them seeing your reddened cheeks. It was crazy how she could make you blush from miles and miles away.

“She’s great, yeah. She actually is waiting on her results for her final before the break.” You filled your mouth up with the moist cake that earlier was coated in a ‘Happy Birthday Pepper’ and waited for their response.

“You guys planning on doing anything over break?” Your father asked, your mother nodding along with his words.

“Well, we both want to take time for ourselves but at the same time, we want to explore. If we were to travel, we were thinking Puerto Rico would be nice. It would be great for some pictures and definitely a nice place to visit.” You all continued on for another half an hour before you separated ways and started to walk into your childhood bedroom. The two of them were in their room doing god knows what when you got a call. You looked at the name and saw that it was Wanda. Excitedly picking up the phone, your smile soon got replaced with a look of confusion as you heard small groans on the other side.

“Wanda? Are you okay?” Hearing your voice only made her harder. Her hand was wrapped around her length, slowly stroking the shaft and lightly grazing her thumb over the pre-cum leaking tip.

“Fuck! Y-Y/N, please, it feels so good.” Whimpers left her cracked-open mouth as she expressed her needs to you, only leaving a smirk on your face.

“Wanda, are you touching yourself?” She nodded, only to then remember that you couldn’t see her. But you needed to, you needed to see the way her cock twitched in her hands from the thought of you.

“Wanda, why don’t you facetime me, let mommy help you out.” In a quick few seconds, the camera was being turned on as you got the notification that she was trying to video call. You accepted, being greeted with darkness until you saw her breathtaking face make its way onto your phone.

“My angel is so beautiful, isn’t she? My pretty girl, tell mommy how pretty you are.” She tried to speak, but the moan that left her lips cut her off. She knew she should’ve slowed down her pace, making it easier for her to not cum right away. But it was impossible when picturing it was your hand instead of hers.

“Baby, what did I say? Do you think mommy will be so nice to you if you don’t listen?”

“I’m sorry! Please let me be your good girl tonight, just wanna please you.” She whimpered out in fear and frustration. She tried to listen, she really did. But sometimes, all she wanted to do was be a little brat. She only thought at the moment, not caring about the punishment that she could receive later on.

“I’m your pretty girl, I’m mommy’s pretty girl!” You smiled at her through the camera, now being dressed in nothing but your panties. You rid her of seeing your bare chest, her favorite part of your entire body. She would worship your breasts all night long if she could. She had hundreds of pictures of your chest alone, she went through them all nearly every day.

“Yeah? You’re my girl? My princess?” She groaned in annoyance, watching as her pre-cum continued to drool down her awaiting cock. She wasn’t going to last long, her best bet was just to give in.

“All yours, mommy! I’m your girl, your princess. I’m yours to touch, to own, to fuck, all yours!” She swapped the camera around, letting you watch as her palm pumped her throbbing cock. Her thighs occasionally twitched upwards, her toned abs becoming visible as her chest went up and down due to her rapid breathing. Your breath hitched when hearing footsteps from outside of your old bedroom.

“Sweetheart, you’re going to have to be quiet, okay?” She agreed in hopes you’d show her some gratitude for listening, even if deep down she knew you wouldn’t.

“But you’d like that, wouldn’t you? What if they came in here and saw what you were doing for me? I don’t think they’d like you very much if they knew you’re slutting yourself out for their child in the room next to them.”

“God, keep talking to me like that, I’m gonna cum.” She set her phone down, holding the small piece of paper that was marked with your naked body close to her pulsing cock. In the photo, your mouth was split open, your eyes closed as drops of her juices painted your face. She remembers exactly how that night went. You were tired, sleeping as you waited for her to get home from work. She came home needy and woke you up, crying as you jerked her off slowly, not letting her finish until you said. You edged her over and over, only letting her cum when she was shaking and twitching. That night, you cockwarmed her as you slept. She tried to sleep just like you, but it was impossible with the way you clenched around her so tightly. You woke up to her release dripping out of you and a sleeping Wanda that you soon woke up to head.

“Darling? You still there?” Wanda hadn’t even realized that she was stuck in her head and missed what you said. You were sat with the phone in your hand, the other in your underwear, and toying with your clit. You weren’t going to let her cum until you did, it was one of your rules that she despised and loved at the same time. She loved making you finish more than anything, but she hated waiting when she was so close to tipping over the edge. You knew how desperate she always was, and you loved that dearly. And what you loved most of all, was knowing that it was all because of you.

“Y-yeah, I was just thinking.”

“About what, baby?” She contemplated telling you, worried you’d think she was a pervert for looking at your photos. Even though you knew all about them. But you wouldn’t tell her that, you liked knowing how gross she was for you. That she’d get hard just from looking at your photos.

“C’mon, Wanda, tell mommy what you’re thinking about.” You egged her on. She could feel herself falling into that headspace, the one only you could cause. Her mind would go fuzzy, any thought leaving her mind as all she could focus on was you and your angelic voice. You loved when she got like that, when she was so needy that she couldn’t even think without your help.

“Of you, I was thinking of you, mommy.” You hummed, clearly not satisfied with her answer.

“Yeah? What about me?” When she didn’t give an answer, you forced it out of her, threatening her with a punishment if she didn’t speak.

“No! No! Please, I’ll tell you.”

“Go on then, tell mommy what nasty thoughts are going through your pretty little head.” She took in a deep breath, preparing herself to hear the degrading words that would leave your mouth.

“I was thinking about- ah! Mommy, please!” She was so close, basically on the verge of cumming as you only mocked her desperate antics.

“Baby, you know I won’t let you cum if you don’t tell me all those sweet little thoughts.”

“Fuck! I was thinking about you, and about you sucking me off. The way you wrap your mouth around me and go all the way down. The way you gag and cry. The way you moan around me. The way you look at me and talk to me. God, it’s so hot, I can’t stop picturing it.” You circled your clit faster as you listened to her speak, making a mental note to exaggerate those actions the next time you’d be with her.

“You get mommy so wet, baby. Do you like knowing that? You like knowing that mommy is dripping just for you.” She whined out pathetically.

“Hmm, what a shame you aren’t here, I would’ve had you licking me up in no time.” She begged and begged for the next few minutes, hoping you’d finally let her cum. And you were getting so close to breaking.

“Shit! My God- please! Please, mommy, I’ll do anything. You can punish me, I don’t care, just please let me cum. Just this one time?”

“Do it, Wanda, cum for me.” The second you let out those words, she let herself go, spurts of her release coating her hand and lower stomach. She moaned louder than ever before, the picture that was still in her hand being covered in her juices. You let yourself finish with her, covering your mouth to hide any noises to make sure your parents wouldn’t hear. It was late, you didn’t want to wake them up to hearing your moans for someone who they thought was so sweet and innocent.

“Holy shit. The second I come home, I want you on your knees, naked, and waiting for me on the bed.” And with that, you hung up, leaving her with a slightly hardened cock and the perfect image of what was to come.

Taglist: @boredandneedfanfics @obsessedwithhereyes

[batfamscreaming]

Part of what makes Rpatt's Batman so compelling to me is the same reason I fell head first into batfleck as soon as he woke up from that nightmare and downed his xanax with bordeaux.

Martha is institutionalized for an unnamed mental illness that-- listen-- could very well have just been grief or disobedience.

But it may not have been. and it could be something passed down. Something Bruce may have inherited, along with the money, and the company, and Carmine Falcone. Legacy he doesn't want to have but you don't get to choose what family you're born in or what happens to them when you're a kid and someone threatens them.

And there's a moment right after the reveal of Martha being institutionalized that-- Riddler swerves directly to Thomas having the reporter murdered-- but there's a lingering sort of feeling that Bruce is much like Martha. She barely gets mentioned in the murder allegedly done in her name. She and Bruce are both just there, learning what Thomas would do for them without the ability to offer input or refute it. Neither of them speak out against it, Martha because she's been dead for years and Bruce because what can he even say?

If his family saw him now, would they institutionalized him? Crazy, violent Batman, running around at night with no friends and strange drugs and neglecting everything around him that isn't part of the mission?

Is he just another crazy, rich orphan like his mother?

...

I could make this a separate post for dramatic effect but to ensure it's all in one place and not mistaken for 'owo spooky mental illness' :

I like Bruce who becomes meaner and more critical because he doesn't think he can trust his own memories. I like a Bruce who maybe has a family history of schizophrenia, who struggles with whether things are grounded in reality or not. If he seems more sympathetic about Harvey Two Face because he spent years feeling like a stranger in his own skin and not knowing how to rip the disguise off without ruining everything. If he goes to seemingly ridiculous extremes because he doesn't know and what if he's wrong, or worse, what if he's right and neglected it even though he knew it was coming. 'if you stay in the dream forever, you could be happy--' but he has had years of practice, waking up the next day to an unhappy, difficult world. If he knows there is something wrong with him, but there isn't any fixing that. There is a place in his brain where the wires cross. It doesn't matter if it's been there from birth or was implanted when his parents died. Unless you can remake him a different person, it's staying.

He has to live with himself.

He has to figure out how to do what he wants to do, despite it.

[ballisticbunni]

I just had a crazy realization (that's probably not even that crazy) that I never thought would be a possibility—until now. I've heard all sorts of interpretations, and I'm sure this one has been spoken about, as well. But, it'll still be nice to share from my perspective.

So, to start, this particular occurrence has always stumped me, for some reason; the twin's mother dressing Johan as a girl, to look just like Anna. I've seen people mention many things regarding this, such as the mother trying to make it seem as if she had only one child, in hopes to avoid Bonaparta if/when he found, and took them away. She knew he would come looking, and she knew he would take one of them away.

She also had the choice of dressing them both as either girls, or even boys. I'm sure a lot of us were confused by her choice to dress the both of them up like girls. Though, they were both very young at the time, so whichever clothes the mother decided to put them in, both could pass as either little twin girls, or little twin boys.

But, I do think she was trying to achieve something by dressing the two as girls, despite Johan's gender; it wasn't random at all.

My thoughts on this starts with the fact that—everyone who had been a victim of Bonaparta's reading seminars at the Red Rose Mansion, and even at Kinderheim 511—were boys.

The mother probably had the idea that Bonaparta was only interested in the boys of the couples he paired during the eugenics experiment, who he could mold into strong, stable—yet traumatized, and emotionally unresponsive men. She perhaps thought that if she dressed Johan as a girl, as well, Bonaparta would spare her, and she could still keep both her beloved children. Whether she was pretending to have one child, or not. Maybe she was trying to hide the fact that she had a boy, as well, which could have raised the chances of Bonaparta taking Johan away.

Yet, in the end, Bonaparta didn't seem to care whether they were both girls, or not. Or, if he did find out that the twins were separate genders, he'd even take both. I do believe the mother mixed the two of them up in the moment Bonaparta was taking one of them away, as unfortunate it is to state. But, this potential plan of hers could have been an attempt to save both of her babies from a terrible fate, and it sadly backfired.

[teecupangel]

Hear me out:

Soulmate au where soulmarks were created by the Isu to ensure that the right matches would be made in order to get to the chosen one.

They appear the moment two soulmates see each other for the first time, and they start itching after a few days of separation. After a week or so, they start burning.

By the time Desmond is born soulmarks are exceptionally rare, so he does not expect to get one himself, (and by all means he shouldn't get one, since we know that he is the chosen one) but he does, and it's right after he wakes up in Abstergo's Rome facility.

He's really hoping that his soulmate is the cute blonde lady, and not the crazy old guy.

(Ideally this would start as a Desmond/Lucy story only to then switch to a deconstruction of the soulmate trope as they both fall in love with different people instead. Time travel might be involved, for AltDes purpuses.)

(It's up to you whether Desmond and Lucy's soulmarks are a mistake on the Isu's part or something more sinister, maybe Juno's plan to get a new body by being reborn as Lucy's daughter after Desmond dies to save the world? Of course this would imply that in this timeline she doesn't kill her in Brotherhood...)

Or…

It’s a man-made created soulmark?

Like Abstergo managed to get the device that had been used to add the soulmark into humans and they tried to reverse engineer it?

It’s not perfect but they managed to make it work and all they have to do is inject a person with the ‘solution’ from the device that makes use of other chemical components that would trigger the ‘soulmate symptoms’ plus a secret ingredient.

The blood of the intended ‘partner’.

This isn’t how the device actually worked. The device itself used the DNA as seen in the calculations to set up the solutions which would be added to the humans’ genes using another device but Abstergo can’t find the device itself (the device is actually the Eye in the Grand Temple as that’s the one which has the capabilities to see into the future and thus can connect with the Calculations stable enough for the Capitoline Triad to add in the solutions into the Calculations) without the need of any injections to the targets.

So, Abstergo make do with creating an injection, calling it ‘YN-001’ and they injected it to both Desmond and Lucy while Desmond was unconscious so it only triggered when he first got out of the Animus and his eyes met Lucy’s.

Why?

Because by making Desmond believe that Lucy is his soulmate, he’d be easier to control for Project Siren.

But it all come crashing down when Juno controlled Desmond in the Colosseum vault, calling Lucy an abomination and showing everyone using the golden holograms that Lucy and Vidic had injected Desmond with YN-001 to make him believe Lucy is his soulmate.

If you want Lucy to live, Desmond’s feelings for her (which he believed to be love because he did believe he and Lucy were soulmates) makes him able to control his body before he stabs Lucy and he managed to strike a little to the right, missing her vital organs instead.

He still falls in a coma and Clay tells him the truth of Juno’s words. How the soulmate system had been created to ensure that Desmond was born. It was never about fated love or true happiness, it had always been to ensure the birth of the chosen one.

So… AC Revelations happen with Desmond jaded because of Lucy’s betrayal and the truth about the entire soulmate system.

When AC3 rolls around, Desmond actually confronts Bill and asked if he ever loved Desmond’s mother.

The hesitation in Bill’s voice as he tells him that he cared for his wife and she cared for him as well was all Desmond needed to know that they might have been soulmates but his parents didn’t even love one another.

So what did that mean for Ezio?

For Altaïr?

Ezio got the courage to leave the Brotherhood because he believed that Sofia was his soulmate and that they were meant to be together.

Altaïr married Maria and raised a family with her for decades because of the soulmark they shared.

Did that invalidate their feelings?

Did that invalidate their love for one another?

Desmond didn’t want to believe it.

Because if that was true…

If the whole soulmate system was meant to ensure that people would give birth to individuals that would later end up becoming part of Desmond Miles’ genes…

Then… didn’t that meant the feelings soulmates held for one another were their chains?

That they were unable to break from?

Unorganized Notes (AltDes because I was given an option and I will take it XD):

Desmond is under the impression that the soulmate system can influence feelings. It does not. The soulmate system relies on humans believing they are meant to fall in love with their soulmate to work. It can only trigger hormones and the burning sensation if they’re not with their soulmate but, other than that, the feelings are their own.

Desmond doesn’t believe this as he did fell in love with Lucy but her betrayal and the truth about the soulmate system made him believe that his own feelings were 'created' beyond his control and the only way to finally stop the feelings is after their ‘part’ of the calculations is done (which is true as Bill and his wife have been separated since the attack on the Farm and Bill doesn’t show any pain that should have come from the ‘burning’).

Desmond gets sent back in time a few months before the start of AC1 (late June 1191). From there, Altaïr and Desmond meet and they fall in love.

Desmond’s love for Altaïr is real for him because it’s not the soulmate system. However, he also knows that Altaïr would fall in love with his soulmate once they met. Altaïr doesn’t believe he has a soulmate and his feelings for Desmond are real for him as well. He also knows that Desmond hates the very concept of soulmates while Altaïr actually holds it in a high regard because his own parents were soulmates and he lost both of them at such an early age that he wished to believe they had been happy.

Desmond knows that and that’s why he could never tell Altaïr the truth about the soulmate system. It would be cruel and… Desmond loves Altaïr too much to tell him that his parents had him to ensure that Desmond Miles would be born.

Desmond is also jaded enough to tell Altaïr that once he meets his soulmate, he will ‘forget’ about Desmond so… Desmond doesn’t care how fast they were moving. He only had a few months with Altaïr and he was greedy enough to take and take as much as he could until Altaïr would no longer be by his side.

Altaïr wants to show Desmond that he won’t go anywhere even if his soulmate were to appear so he indulges all of Desmond’s wishes.

Altaïr and Desmond’s relationship is a secret… with only Kadar knowing about it because he saw the both of them together once and he promised not to say anything.

Then… June 1191 came and it’s up to you if Kadar survived or not.

Throughout Altaïr’s hunt for the Seven, Desmond is the only person who stayed by his side, not judging him for his failures. Some of the Assassins and informants try to help Altaïr because they wanted to but their actions are tainted by Al Mualim’s orders to make Altaïr work for their support. Because of this, Altaïr feels isolated with Desmond being the only one who stayed by his side. Desmond doesn’t stop him from thinking that because he knows their time together was slowly coming to a close so he holds Altaïr as tightly as he could for the few remaining weeks they have left.

Until…

September 1191 rolled around and Altaïr meets Maria Thorpe. His soulmark appears at the same time hers did and they both stared at each other with wide eyes before Altaïr runs away.

Instead of going to Malik like in canon, he goes to Desmond and Desmond knows just by looking at the rattled expression on Altaïr’s face that he had met Maria. He unclasped Altaïr’s hidden blade and stares at his soulmark, marking Altaïr’s left arm, before saying goodbye. Altaïr tries to stop him but Desmond tells him that the soulmark cannot be erased and Altaïr is ‘destined’ to be with Maria.

“Maybe… maybe in six years… you will remember that you loved me. Maybe…”

Altaïr promises never to forget his love for Desmond but Desmond believes he will forget it. Instead of saying that though, Desmond just smiles at him and tells him he has to go to Malik and save the Brotherhood.

The rest of the plot happens and Altaïr returns to Jerusalem as soon as he could even as he took the mantle of mentor. Instead, he finds Desmond’s home empty and… Maria there, holding a letter that Desmond had given her when she had been looking for Altaïr.

So, more angst happen here and there, Altaïr refuses to fall in love with Maria, Maria is torn between wanting to hate Altaïr and pitying him because she can see how much Altaïr was in pain, and…

Well, we can go for various endings for this one…

Possible Endings:

Downer-ish ending: Altaïr and Maria do fall in love in the end but Maria will always know that Altaïr’s feelings for her paled in comparison to how he feels for Desmond. When Sef is born, their soulmark stop trying to burn them if they try to leave each other’s side but, at that point, Altaïr loved his sons too much to abandon them. (If you want to turn this into a bittersweet complicated ending: Desmond visits after Sef’s birth and he asks Altaïr if he remembers how he loved him, Altaïr replies he never forgot and Desmond would have to live with the guilt of hurting Altaïr needlessly but still remaining by his side and becoming Altaïr’s lover who has a strained relationship with Maria)

Good-ish ending: Kadar stops Desmond from actually leaving and Altaïr manages to catch up, begging Desmond to stay by his side. His soulmark with Maria forces Maria and Altaïr to be near with one another every few days but Maria knows Altaïr’s heart belongs to Desmond. Desmond feels guilty for hurting Maria but Maria just waves it off as she has no reason to fall in love with a man in love with someone else. Maria and Altaïr’s chains finally break when Sef is born and Maria leaves Masyaf as she had always felt like a stranger in the Brotherhood (happy ending for Maria and our KadMar agenda: she goes stay with Kadar in Jerusalem instead and this could end up as romantic or platonic).

‘Golden’ ending: Altaïr uses the Apple to find a way to erase his and Maria’s soulmark with Maria being his ally as she doesn’t want to have a soulmark of a man who is obviously in love with another person. The Apple brings them to an Isu temple and Desmond is also there because, the truth was, he couldn’t bury his feelings for Altaïr and he wanted to be selfish for once so he was looking for a way to erase Altaïr’s soulmark so he can ‘remember’ Desmond. They end up using the device in that Isu temple after Altaïr tells Desmond that he never stopped loving him and the reason why they’re there is to erase his soulmark as well. Maria’s just there, feeling pity for the pain the two had gone through but also annoyed because a lot of the drama wouldn’t have happened if. They. Had. Talked. To. Each. Other. Instead. Of. Desmond. Running. Away. In. The. First. Place. Anyway, happy ending with Altaïr finally erasing his and Maria’s soulmark and Maria goes her own merry way with her dreams of wanting to find her own path.

(sidebar: if you want a soulmate AU AltDes, then may I suggest Zero Eclipse? The soulmate mark is an Isu invention in that one too (by the Isu Inanna) with a similar premise of ‘you will earn your soulmark if you do what we want you to do and follow the Calculation we chose’)

[2manythoughtz]

Damon Vs Stefan, But They’re Both Toxic

One of the most popular debates on the internet ever since the first season aired is: which Salvatore brother is the best love interest? But is it really up for discussion?

(before reading, this is only my opinion based on my knowledge of the series, I'm not trying to hate on the characters or the series)

Most movies and series have their fanbases discussing many topics which can lead to real divisions among fans. The hottest topic you can ever discuss with another fan is probably what’s the best ship (romantic couple) or love interest.

The biggest example is probably the Twilight Saga which has people still arguing whether the best love interest is Edward or Jacob.

Speaking of supernatural romance, The Vampire Diaries is still to this day one of the most popular TV series, with eight seasons and two spin-offs, it quickly became revolutionary.

Seeing how people still talk about it, I wanted to compare the Salvatore brothers and explain why they’re both terrible choices. To do so, I will focus on both of them singularly so that, even if you haven’t seen the series or you don’t remember it that well, you can understand my point of view.

Stefan

I’ve seen so many people arguing that Stefan is the best love interest because he’s “the good one” and his love for the protagonist, Elena Gilbert, is so pure. 

While I can see why one would think that he’s not as “evil” as his brother, I wouldn’t say that he is good. In fact, I think he’s just as bad as Damon on so many levels.

But let’s take it from the start. We meet Stefan immediately in the first episode, he’s portrayed as this mysterious, good-looking and emotionally unavailable guy who was extremely acclaimed in every 00s movie. He’s enrolling in the same High School as Elena, and we can see right there that he’s not like any other boy in that school.

In fact, he’s a vampire and he’s decided to study there just to meet Elena. Why, you would ask. Well, because Elena looks exactly like Stefan’s old lover Katherine. Funnily enough, a few seasons later we find out that Stefan never truly loved Katherine, they had their share of fun and he cared for her, but once he realized what she had done to him, he immediately resented her. 

Elena and Stefan fall in love and they help each other whenever something goes wrong, which happens very frequently. Because of that, they get separated and their love slowly fades away as they break up after a year together. 

Elena gets with Damon, but we’ll talk about that later, and Stefan has some up and downs before falling in love with Caroline. Their relationship is peculiar in a way, at first they both push each other away, then get together, then push each other away again and then get back together again. 

Spoiler alert: Stefan dies in the end as he decides that he wants to sacrifice himself to help Elena and Damon live a happy life together as they wanted. 

So, as you can see, he seems like a very gentle and honorable guy, but there’s more to be said about him. 

Stefan is a ripper, he can’t control himself around blood and ends up losing his humanity as he slaughters and eats every human along his path. He’s known for killing entire villages, spreading chaos and fear. Sure, one might excuse him because later on it’s revealed that he got that gene from his mother. 

But let’s put it this way. For Stefan blood is like alcohol for an alcoholic, they may not know what they’re doing when they’re drunk but that still doesn’t excuse their actions, the same goes for our vampire. 

Stefan is a hot mess as a vampire, he’s a ticking bomb and only has two regimes: he either feeds on animals, which results in him being way too weak, or he drinks blood and goes crazy.

Not to mention, the young Salvatore isn’t exactly an angel. He’s done many wrongdoings throughout the series but they’ve all been forgiven just because he’s Stefan and everyone likes him, only in the last season he finally realises everything that he has done once he becomes human, a big foreshadowing of his death in the end. 

He’s still manipulated and killed people because they were getting in his way, but maybe that doesn’t really count as toxic seeing as most characters in TVD do so without any problem. 

So let’s talk about his attitude throughout the 8 seasons. Stefan has had a few love interests after Elena broke up with him, that wasn’t necessarily his fault since he had been compelled by Niklaus to turn off his humanity, but even after regaining his humanity, he seems off and distant. 

After Elena, Stefan is confused and doesn’t really know what to do. But just as he was about to get over her, his brother gets sucked into another dimension (so much happens in TVD, so I hope you can keep up with me) and he decides to just leave everything behind and get a new life and a new girlfriend.

That doesn’t go too well since the girl dies soon after, he was never really into her and never opened up about anything with her. 

So later on he realizes that he’s in love with Caroline, what a surprise, but the two of them cannot be together yet. Once they actually become a thing (it takes a while), Stefan’s first love appears and Caroline is very jealous.

Does that stop Stefan from running away with his first love and having a relationship with her as soon as he’s in danger? Nope, he does leave Caroline without saying anything and spends years with his first lover. 

Not to mention, as soon as he gets back in town he gets dumped by the girl and he goes back to Caroline. She accepts but tells him that he can’t run away from her anymore.

He kind of runs away again? He proposes to her but he’s also wanted by the Devil to work for him, so he turns off his humanity and leaves Caroline… again. 

See a pattern here?

In the end, as I said, he sacrifices himself for Damon and Elena… right after marrying Caroline. 

Now, I’m not saying he’s the worst person in the whole series, but I must admit that his relationships were all very weird and superficial. He never really got in-depth about his feelings with anyone a part maybe from Elena. He always sacrificed himself for Elena, which was cool when they were together, but after breaking up my question is… why? He gave up on his brother when he thought he was dead, but never gave up on his ex-girlfriend? 

Let’s see it from Caroline’s point of view. Her boyfriend took his sweet time to realize that he liked her, he left with his first lover, proposed and then immediately un-proposed since he worked for the devil, he had a full debate about whether he should’ve married Caroline and after marrying her he basically kills himself for his ex… 

As I said, I don’t think he’s exactly good. I personally think that he’s very toxic in his ways, we just learn to ignore it throughout the series because he’s always painted as the best brother. But to be fair, even if he had stayed with Elena things wouldn’t have gone any better between his blood problems and tendencies to sacrifice himself for anything. 

Damon

Let’s talk about the older brother.

It’s fair to say that most people love Damon even if he’s the bad boy, or maybe they like him because of that. 

I honestly think that he’s had a big character development in the first 3/4 seasons, but after that, it got really boring and repetitive. At least, unlike Stefan, he learned to value himself and those around him. 

Damon is presented to us as this jerk and heartless older brother whose only goal in life is to torment Stefan for everything he’s done to him. That promise gets forgotten very quickly in the series, but that’s a different topic. 

I personally cannot stand Damon in the first 2 seasons. He’s so exaggerated in every way, he’s made out to be this big bully who kills without remorse and sleeps with everyone. 

He literally kills for no reason if not for fun, but everyone gets over it very easily, if not for a few times when they kind of point out to him that he’s not the best person ever, but what really ticked me off was the way he treated Vicky and Caroline.

Vicky’s death is something spoken about every season with her making an appearance every single time. So many things would’ve changed if she hadn’t died! And Caroline… well, I just felt sorry for all the abuse she had to endure and that everyone ignored once she became a vampire.

Can we also talk about the fact that Damon is like 25 (ignoring the fact that he's been alive/dead for 170-something years) and sleeping with Caroline who’s 17 while having a crush on Elena while she’s also 17? Yikes.

He’s very determined to find Katherine, his only true love who is later revealed to be a traitor and a liar. Everything Damon has done to get her back means nothing and the worst part is that Katherine has always been in love with Stefan and Stefan only. 

Once his love dream gets destroyed, he focuses on Elena full-time. He seems to be dependable on his love interest, meaning that he lives his life based on that only. 

And his personality doesn’t really change when he turns off his emotions so there’s not much to compare him to, if anything it just makes it worse because it means that he’s always so bloodthirsty and perverse in a sense. 

He doesn’t really have any relationships other than Elena and Katherine, he does hook up with many people throughout the series but it’s nothing more than sex most of the time, except for a few women he befriended.

The only good development he had was about caring for his friends other than his girlfriend. But that doesn’t cancel the fact that he was willing to kill and actually killed Elena and Stefan’s friends for nothing. But yeah, there isn’t much to say about Damon since his main problem is killing people here and there and his obsession with his love interest.

But even that doesn’t stop him from sleeping with other people while being deeply in love with Elena or Katherine, although this is a bigger problem in movies and series, cheating is so normalized that people don’t even think about it anymore. While one could discuss that he didn’t really cheat since Katherine was allegedly blocked under a church and Elena was asleep and couldn’t wake up. But is it really a good excuse? I mean, if his love for her was so deep that he wanted to become human and spend the rest of his life with her, shouldn’t he only want to sleep with her?

As per toxicity, in his relationships, he’s pretty stubborn and easily irascible. He’s Stefan’s opposite, so while he’s understanding and open to confrontation, Damon tends to think that his opinion is always correct and there is no other way until proven wrong, and even there he won’t admit that his idea wasn’t the best. I think it’s safe to say that he has some anger issues, every time he has an argument with someone or feels threatened he goes rogue and unleashes his anger on people. 

He’s not the nicest but as I said, that doesn’t mean much. He might not be as nice as Stefan but that doesn’t make him worse, to be honest. 

So in conclusion I don’t think that there’s a better choice, both brothers helped and ruined Elena's life in many ways. Both of them had this superhero complex and wanted to sacrifice themselves all the time, they could’ve just come up with another idea or something half of the time but they didn’t. And every time Elena got in trouble it was mostly because of them, because someone wanted to get revenge on what they did in the past or simply to hurt them and she was the perfect way to do so. I’m also pretty confused by the fact that they fell in love with Elena just because she looked like Katherine at first, Damon’s infatuation is plausible since he was head over heels for that woman, but Stefan? He never really loved her, so why approach Elena in the first place?

Like most stories with supernatural characters, vampires are not the healthiest partners. Stefan or Damon? That’s not an easy decision, but not because they’re both amazing people, although they did care for Elena till the end. They’re both toxic and difficult to deal with but maybe that’s exactly what made them so memorable and acclaimed by fans. No matter how cold and scary they could seem, they had a sweet side of them with the people they really cared about.

Which brother do you prefer? Let me know!

[wardencommanderrodimiss]

Now I'm curious, how does Esti rate Solas vs Dorian

That is honestly a great question - by the time the Inquisition has settled into Skyhold, I'd say, she likes them both and they both also drive her crazy. She's more comfortable with Solas, at first, because he's got dumbshit opinions on the Dalish but he is (as far as she knows) Just Some Fucking Guy who's kind of in the same situation as she is - an elven apostate in the midst of a Chantry organization. Dorian is a human noble from Tevinter who's got dumbshit opinions on slavery, so like... she has less common ground with him. Even if everyone also hates his ass because he's again, from Tevinter.

Her early relationship with Dorian is pretty weird because like, they go through hell in Redcliffe together, they're the only people who understand what the fuck that was about (or yknow, them and Brennan, depending on the worldstate), and then they get back to Haven and have that dumbass conversation about slavery and Esti gets her hackles up, understandably. And the thing about Esti is that her bark is worse than her bite - she's scared shitless of everything throughout the early game. She hisses like a cornered cat but does not - in her mind - have the claws or teeth to back it up. If she's really scared of someone, like Cassandra at first or Templars or Chancellor Roderick or whatever, she basically just tries to shrink herself down to nothing. Dorian's in a weird place where she feels comfortable snapping back at him because they went through hell together, she knows he's not going to do anything to her, but she's still... hissing at him. She’s more or less at war with herself on whether or not she should allow herself to be friends with him. (…I guess she’s a lot like Cata in that regard, as Cata has a whole fucking Thing with herself about Alistair.)

Of course, Esti’s spite works in both directions, so when Mother Gisele asks her to lie to Dorian, she’s like “absolutely not, he’s my friend I’m not going to LIE to him.”

Whereas Solas she’s just “you’re a dipshit but you’re my main ally/friend in this fucked up world” from the very start, less mixed feelings involved.

None of this truly answer the question, however, of how they stack up against each other in a “rate my friends’ boyfriends” tier list so I think the answer there is that Esti forwards Solas and Dorian her ratings separately, and she tells Solas that she has rated him below Dorian, and she tells Dorian that she has rated him below Solas. She considers this a public service to make sure neither one of them has too much of an ego. They compare notes and think it’s kind of funny. Ena thinks it’s very funny.

[choconoo]

Hidden Kiss

Chapter one

Y/N….Y/N….Y/N DARLING!

(She turns around flinching) Mother! (She exclaimed afraid) Y/N I’ve been talking to you, come downstairs for dinner honey, you’ve been in your room all day (Said her mother as Y/N felt a scolding coming) Can I stay star gazing a little longer mother? Pretty please they look so beautiful tonight (She said putting her hands together begging her mother) You always say that, downstairs. Now. Don’t make me come up here again (Said her mother leaving, Y/N was now left alone in her room she shared with her twin brother who was currently downstairs eating like the pig she thought he was, instead of eating she was star gazing, looking, wondering what other is there to see beyond the white framed window of her bedroom. Taking one last look sighing she leaves her bedroom heading downstairs to join her quite gloom of a family)

Y/N (Spoke her father quite serious however it was not out of the normal being that was his usual demeanor) Yes father? (She answered) I wanted to ask you what you thought of perhaps going to a boarding school, both you and Maki (Maki at hearing his fathers words he almost spit his food out which he got scolded for) What? (He said quite shocked, however she was as well) Your mother and I thought it would’ve been a great idea, for you two to grow up already. Face the world. Accept its challenges. Father we’re only 17 (she exclaimed) exactly! Old enough to even be married Y/N. (She sits in disbelief her twin brother being in the same)

(After a quite dreadful dinner they both go to their shared bedroom) We have to do something Y/N we can’t let him get the last word. (She sighs) if only we could run away, to a place we don’t have to grow up…(she smiles to herself) Like Neverland and Peter Pan. That’s pure fiction Y/N there’s no such thing, we need to run away to…I don’t know…how about France?. That’s crazy Maki! (She exclaimed) We can’t do that…you know as much as we fight and I do honestly think you’re a pig…I do appreciate your company whether you’ll admit it or not I’m still 6 minutes early, you’re my little brother.

(He sighs) I love your company too, my partner in crime I wish we didn’t have to be separated. (She looks at him) Just imagine Maki, fighting pirates, flying, mermaids, and best of all, just being in a team…I wish Peter Pan and Neverland was real…(he nods sadly and they decide to go to bed) (After turning and twisting in circles for what she felt was 6 hours, truly it was only 20 minutes, she couldn’t sleep and got out of her bed being careful as to not wake up her sleeping brother, who was in a deep sleep, ohhh how she wish she could fall asleep that easily. Carefully she opened her window to continue admiring above, where she wished she could reach)

Oh Peter…where are you…how I wish you were real…to save me and my brother from this life of what we do not wish…I wanna feel free…like the stars above me…oh how I wish I could be high enough to at least almost touch them……….who’s Peter? (She turned around thinking her brother was awake confused to still see him sound asleep, she stayed still confused yet a little worried, have i gone mad? Was what she thought, I could have sworn I heard a boy..she then saw what appeared to be a shadow glance by her eyes and she looks again yet again met by confusion, was she hearing things? Dreaming? Hallucinating? Some kind of seizure? Getting a little startled she decided to close her windows jumping into bed trying to convince herself that maybe it was just the breeze or a neighbor she then heard something fell making her jump up sitting on her bed while her brother still sound asleep, now Y/N was growing a little scared)

Hey I asked who was Peter..(she stayed frozen…that time it definitely wasn’t a breeze it was a voice of a boy she carefully moved the curtains of her canopy bed and there standing was a boy, quite tall and slim, he had blonde hair, beautiful eyes that combines well with his soft yet strong voice, he tilted his head at her, his clothing was not something she saw other boys wear, he had a green shirt, and dark green pants and he had this hat with a small feather on it…reminding her it looked…like what Peter Pan wore. Realization starting to hit her she pushed him making him fall and his shadows escapes him.)

Who are you?! What are you doing in my house?! Are you a burglar?! (She yelled at him causing him to stand up and place his hand on her mouth) Shh shh, don’t yell okay? I’m not here to hurt you, it’s just my shadow lead me here I had caught it but it startled out of my grip. (She looked at him like he was insane) My name is Riki…what’s yours? (He gave her a warm smile) (she slaps his hand off) Are you some psycho? A person cannot lose a shadow and you must not know my name. You’re a complete stranger.

Then let’s get to meet each other…(He stared into her eyes with a warm smile)

Are you insane? (She exclaimed looking over at her brother who surprisingly was still sound asleep) Well you said we’re strangers..so…let’s not be strangers. I don’t think that’s how it works. Oh come on, don’t be so moody, my name is Riki what’s yours? (She sighs) The names Y/N. That’s a nice name darling. Don’t call me that. Why not?. Because…Because I said so. Okay darling. (She groans in her frustrations with the boy) Can you help me catch my shadow please? It’ll be greatly appreciated Y/M. It’s Y/N. Whatever just help me get my shadow okay? (She scoffs but agrees hoping maybe that would get him to go away before her brother woke up. he started flying trying to catch it as she stared in amusement and he jumped on Maki’s bed finally managing to grab his shadow and Maki sits up on his bed) What the..uh…Y/N…why is there a boy in our room?

(After managing to catch his shadow he jumps up on his feets and goes to maki extending his hand) Hello, I’m Riki, you must be Y/M’s brother. It’s Y/N dingbat. Um…I’m Maki…nice to meet you Riki, but may I ask why you’re here? Oh my apologies, my shadow lead me here. Your shadow? How did your shadow lead you? A person cannot lose their own shadow. Hm (he starts thinking) I suppose it’s just me (he flies over the vanity seeming to look for something as Maki stared at him wide eyed) Y-You can fly?! (Ignoring the shocked boy’s question Riki asked) Do you have a needle and thread? For what? (Said Maki) to sew my shadow

(A few minutes passed Riki sewing his shadow back on successfully) Where do you come from? Enhypen of course. Enhypen? (Questioned Maki) have you never been? I mean I guess surely the gang and I would have met you if you were. Is Enhypen in France? What? No. Enhypen is not in France. How silly, it’s behind the second star to the right of course, quite obvious isn’t it not? Behind the second star? (He gets up opening the windows and pointing, they see this beautiful star glowing almost…tempting) like Neverland..(She whispered yet everyone heard) You’re….you’re Peter..? Um Peter..? I thought I was clear my name was Riki (He said a little offended)

You’re just like him…t-that means Neverland is like Enhypen…does Enhypen has…a mermaid lagoon? Pirates? Indian camp..? Well..honestly yes, that’s exactly how enhypen is, but who is Peter? And who’s Neverland..? It’s a story, about a boy..who never wanted to grow up, he lived on this island…just passed the second star…called Neverland, where he took the darling children and had adventures. Oh. (Was all he said still a little confused) I don’t know who this Peter guy is, but he does sound admirable, I also wish to not grow up.

(She looks at him) Why..?…I will not tell you (he said) Why? (She said) Because you said we were strangers (He smirked at her and she glared rolling her eyes) I have an idea, how about you two come to Enhypen with me? To get to know each other, seems to me Peter and his friends had fun. Come with me (he gave them and exciting smile and Maki returned it while she stood hesitant)

Oh come on darling, trust me. I don’t. Then learn to. Okay well we don’t know how to fly, is tinker bell here? For pixie dust? Who? (He said confused) I don’t know a tinker bell. Do fairies not exist? Oh fairies exist, but back on enhypen of course. Then how are we supposed to fly without pixie dust? Pixie dust? (He questions chuckling a little) Hardly anyone uses pixie dust to fly. That’s outdated darling. But hear me out, think happy thoughts, have faith and trust, close your eyes (Maki closes his eyes while she does hesitantly, she heard an excited gasp by Maki making her open her eyes)

Look Y/N I’m flying! Woohoo! (Riki looks at him proudly before fixing his eyes back on her) Now it’s your turn. I can’t. Yes you can, close your eyes just have faith, trust, and happy thoughts..(She closed her eyes, his words echoed, she suddenly felt light weight almost like if she was walking on the sea and she opened her eyes to see her feet not longer touching the ground or a surface for that matter…she was flying) see! I told you you could do it! (Riki exclaimed excitedly before holding her hand)

Now…off to Enhypen…

[strooples]

Slice-of-life stories

SOL stories or other genres (but with elements of SOL/a SOL feel at times) tend to be my favorite thing to experiment with when coming up with a lot of my stories. Whether they’re upbeat or depressive, more adventurous or more day-to-day realism etc.

So I thought about some of the story ideas I have plans to make one day or just like to think up! I have basically a billion different story ideas and more OC’s than I could count (IDK if I’ll ever post/talk about them here one day?? might have to do something separate there). Some of which have been planned for years — though never written down.

Off the top of my head we have:

A small story revolving around 3 young adult friends who live together in the top floors of a flower shop. The shop is located in the city center of a big city, where usage of public transport is common. The main character being a girl named Juniper, who gets taken in by 2 roommate friends named Pandora (whose family owns the flower shop) and Ainsley when Juniper’s family kicks her out. The story is just a series of the 3 helping Juniper navigate her first few years as an adult, Juniper playing catch up from not being able to learn how to do a lot of things under her parents’ care, as they all explore the city together.

A comic I have in one of my old sketchbooks from 2019 about a girl who does art but is the struggling-to-stay-motivated type (LOL, I guess this is relatable) and works at a sandwich shop. Basically just some small tidbits of her trying to find her place in the world as she introspects through her job, place in the world, future, and self-comparisons. Some goofy scenes happen too, like bumping into old high school classmates at her job or meeting an artist she’s both admired/compared herself to and becoming good friends in an ironic-kinda way.

Another comic idea of a girl who works in a tea shop but has a gigantic pink pterodactyl friend… it’s supposed to be random and on the humorous side here (but I suck with writing humor sometimes, so I’m figuring this one out). The pterodactyl basically gets the tea shop worker girl out of a ton of hijinks in their crazy/chaotic city, where some new customers or a new recently-hired worker tend to draw strings of crazy events that pile up into some more surrealist randomness. *TBH I sort of like having characters in service jobs of big city environments ((not necessarily food or drink places; it could be something random like a librarian bc of the observations they can make of a diverse range of people)).

Some series of short stories of a happy family I wanted to get down. Exploring a 3-generational household that includes: The grandparents, their daughter (the mom) and her husband (the dad) who marries into the family, their 2 kids, 1 of the kid’s friends who stops by often (as their household becomes like a 2nd home to him), and a single mom + her child residing in their extra room — a friend of the 1st mom and whose kid has been friends with the siblings for most of their life. They’re kind people who help others (which explains why the single mom + the siblings’ friend is integral to their family as one of their own), and everyone looks out for each other. TBH, this is probably a story intended to stay happy + wholesome since it’s a bit of an escapism to see everyone have such a happy place together, no one abandoned or left behind. So my intention was to create stories that abound. Like how the quieter sibling has always struggled to fit in at school, the parents’ past love story, the 1st mom’s childhood as the only child, the single mother and her daughter’s story (+ their previous struggles with a living situation), the friend who comes by often and his feelings, how the grandparents are coping in old (etc etc). I guess I also love weaving stories by understanding people in layers, remembering real life people I’ve interacted with, and trying to understand and envision those characters’ lives similarly.

I have one more that’s kind of a nod to Gary Paulson’s “Paintings from the Cave: Three Novellas” — a book I read in schooling that’s stuck with me for a long time. So basically, it’s 3 separate stories in the same book with a common theme: How the companionship of dogs and art have helped characters cope in difficult times. The first story being a kid who copes with a hopeless life by ceramics, the second a girl who never belonged at home or in school by the friendship of dogs, and the last, a guy whose hope in life is both drawing and dogs.

My own idea was generally theming it around sleep problems that pour into your life, and how kids similarly cope with cats and art. But like “Paintings from the Cave,” it’ll still have a bit of a depressive/somber undertone.

So you get sleep issues like:

Insomnia due to anxiety + trauma for the main character of the first story, whose semi-nocturnal cats and sketchbook keeps them company in the moments awake before dawn. I haven’t planned this part out a lot.

Narcolepsy, as a medical condition that screws with a girl’s life (cause community college + work always sucks if you get sleepy in the day but are utterly unable to sleep at night). Because of her situation, she’s almost flunked a few times and a lot of her employers sadly had to let her go. So she decides to use her imbalanced sleep cycle to volunteer at a local shelter that needs night volunteers — where friendly cats help her regain a sense of confidence. You can’t fail at cats or get rejected from them like in a work environment — so long as they’re given space, care, food, and adequate shelter. So their lack of judgment soothes her in such a way.

Being a self-taught lucid dreamer who often uses sleep to escape reality. That leads to their hospitalization later on. But after being let go, they’re guided by a social worker who’s now organized to come by + help plan their life. They decide one day to use some of their dreams’ events and adventures as the springboard to draw out stories. I guess in a way, using art as a new coping mechanism and way to experience joy while awake.

There was a last story I made for a project in my last year of high school that’s also primarily late night-based and involves a sleepless protagonist (IK this is kind of a running thread — unintentional here). I haven’t really taken it seriously or planned in-depth, but it’s also one that crossed my mind ever so often. The plot basically goes:

A young adult lady works as a translator whose job is to travel between countries to work on translation projects. Her company of employment has bases in tons of different countries that work to transcribe anything from newspapers, books, or subtitles on screen. They have different departments for stable work vs. freelancing, and she’s somewhat 50/50 an office worker and a freelancer (tho the freelancery bits take her all over). She’s fluent in Mandarin, Cantonese, Vietnamese, and English — partaking a project that requires her Mandarin + Cantonese skills. But upon the journey, she meets someone who eventually shakes up her quiet, lonely life between countries.

All in all, each of these stories takes the day-to-day situations and pacing. SOL is sorta what I use as a tool to explore different people’s life situations or see through different lenses for a day. Every now and then, I get ideas for new SOL-themed stories but it’s mainly these in my mind right now. I have many that aren’t in this genre though… but explaining my magic-fantasy-adventure-worldbuildy stories will take forever in comparison lolol.

Maybe one of these days, I can motivate myself to act upon my ideas?

[etruatcaelum]

But who would ask for this?

It's an opportunity for greatness. It's brave to try. It's a choice he makes to put others before himself. It is...

Empty words. He's scared. The fear digs deeper every day, and he's learning how to breathe with that dagger between his ribs. Inside his head there is a great dam, cracked and crumbling, and he lives in the shadow of it—already in water up to his knees, waiting with dread for those old stones to break.

Sometimes, late at night when the dam groans and memories that are not his own spill through to wet his face with ancient tears, Ozma whispers I'm so sorry for the hundredth, thousandth time, and there is nothing in the world Oscar hates more than the rising impulse to close his eyes, and answer it's not your fault, you know, and tear that fucking wall down himself.

Then, at least, it would be quick.

———

He never knew his parents. The woman who raised him didn't know them either, although she and he talked once about whether it would be alright for him to call her mother; in the end she had shuddered and told him he could think of her any way he liked, but she'd gone her whole life being called Henrietta by everyone that matters to her and she couldn't find it in herself to change that now.

Since then, he's called her his Aunt, because it seemed like a fair enough compromise.

When he left, he couldn't find the nerve to tell her so to her face. Oscar did leave a note explaining it all as best he could, despite the uncomfortable noises Ozpin made in his head about that, and then slipped away an hour after the light in her bedroom went dark for the evening.

Probably she thinks he's gone crazy.

The handful of voicemails he listened to before they got too far out of reach from the regional mast in Kuchinashi didn't say it in so many words, but the concern was tangible. If there's any upside to the nightmare his life has become, it's that it gets easier not to think about it as the curse wears him down.

But he does feel bad about the whole ordeal. She was always good to him.

———

On the train to Mistral, he asks if it always happens like this. If Ozpin had been fourteen-almost-fifteen, too, when the past caught up with him. If he fought back.

The answer comes as a long, painful silence, before Ozpin says: No. No, things never happen the same way twice.

He wants to ask if anyone has ever escaped, but he already knows. It's one of the first things he remembers, that sensation of profound dread laced with resignation, weeks before the first time Ozpin collects himself enough to speak in Oscar's head. The answer is no. The answer is they can't.

Eventually, Ironwood tells him one day, you won't even know who's who anymore, and it rings in his voice that this is a good thing—that he expects Oscar will embrace it as reprieve from the terror of separation, and it is then that Oscar feels a fundamental part of himself wither into nothing and fade away like so much dust in the wind.

He's tired.

———

The really awful thing is that he knows Salem.

He remembers this hand on their face with shocking clarity, and neither searing pain nor the hard glint of mockery in her eyes cut deep enough to spare him the ache of a sorrowful longing—a crashing wave against the shore, cold bitter foam, like Salem reached down into his soul to strike a blow against that old decaying dam.

Like-minded souls, indeed.

But the really awful thing—the worst thing—the thing that falls like a hammer-blow against the anvil of his despair and ignites something too black and hateful to call it hope—is that Oscar knows her well enough to read the faint trace of pity in her mien before she turns away.

He thinks, then, with a steely calm that belongs only to him:

Fuck you both.

OSCAR PINE

PHYSICAL

On the short side for his age, but stocky. Compact. Tanned and heavily freckled skin. Hair dark brown, almost black, tousled. Eyes bright green around the outside and autumn-brown in the center. Oval face, soft features. Ears a bit too large. Small raised scar on his chin, shaped like a check-mark, from falling off a horse. Old burns on his palms, from a wood stove when he was small.

STYLE

Prefers to wear things to meticulously-mended rags; a good hand with needle and thread. Clothes accumulate patches and multicolored darning over time. Warmer autumn colors, orange and yellow, some red after he meets Ruby; he inherits some of Ozma's preference for green, as well. Seldom seen without his orange work gloves, as the scars on his hands get irritated easily. He has no emblem until after he's freed from Ozma's curse, then experiments with various designs before landing on a pumpkin with clockwork leaves.

ALEYA

Oscar never quite feels like Long Memory belongs to him, no matter how much of Ozma's familiarity he inherits. He's not at all broken up about parting with it once they're separated, and eventually makes his own weapon: an aruval forged of steel alloyed with a tiny amount of lyke dust, which he names Aleya after the ghostly marsh-lights of his home region. The blade has a pale, rather eerie opalescence—hence the name—and can petrify grimm flesh on contact.

AURA

Green. Bright orange, like a sunset. His aura was dormant before Ozma's curse bound them together, so he technically doesn't awaken his own until after the curse is broken.

SEMBLANCE

Oscar doesn't have a semblance and won't have a semblance until he's separated from Ozma. If the curse were allowed to continue unchecked, the person Ozma became would discover a new permutation of their semblance sooner or later, but it wouldn't in any meaningful sense belong to Oscar, because Oscar would, for all intents and purposes, be dead. But once he's free, and once he sorts out who he is and who he wants to be outside of his overwhelming existential dread, he'll be able to find his own semblance. In the essentials, Oscar's semblance is a specialized form of empathy: he can take the words people say and unfold them to reveal the things they mean, feelings they're trying to express but failing to communicate clearly, and then he can find the words to articulate those things back to them. He's an interpreter—not of language, but of emotion. He's able to very quickly talk through to the heart of a problem, and preternaturally skilled at listening in a way that makes people feel seen and heard. It also has the side effect of making him nearly impossible to lie to. Even with Ozma in his head, there are traces of his latent ability eking through to the surface. His determination to connect with Ironwood throughout his time in Atlas, his intuitive sense for what to say to Hazel and Emerald to earn their trust, and even earlier, when he breaks through Ozpin's control long enough to choke out Jinn's name: all of these things are inklings of what could be, if not strangled by Ozma's curse. This sort of rising-to-the-surface is vanishingly rare among Ozma's like-minded souls. With Oscar, it happens in part because he's fighting so hard to hold on for as long as he can, and in part because his upbringing gave him a rock-solid sense of identity to start with, and in part because the nature of his semblance itself resists falsehood and obfuscation. Latent though it is, it still gives him a firmer place to stand when he pushes back and asserts himself against Ozma's influence. That struggle also has the effect of deepening the potential of his semblance, like warming it up before it properly manifests, so once he's free and it emerges fully, he gets in tune with it fast.

MAJOR HEADCANONS

On Ozma's Reincarnation On Oscar's Aunt Henrietta

PRINCIPAL ALLUSIONS

The Little Prince –> Oscar is the Little Prince, a child navigating the precipitous, impossible challenge of growing up without losing his wonder and faith in the world; I must emphasize here that despite her name, Ruby is not the Rose in his story—the Rose is the farm he left behind—Ruby is the Snake. (For interested parties: please see this only slightly unhinged post on my personal for the textual argument.) The Marvelous Land of Oz –> Oscar is Jack Pumpkinhead, Tip's pumpkinheaded "son" brought to life by Mombi's magic, who incidentally spends half the book in a state of inconsolable existential dread because he's afraid his head will rot.

OTHER NOTES

I am emphatically not a Dadpin Person. By no means does Oscar hate Oz—in fact he's far more forgiving of them than Ozma is of themself, for the most part—but the curse is nevertheless killing him and the most Ozma can really do about it is apologize. While there is a rapport between them and they do come to care about each other, there's a great deal of tension and trauma here. Oscar also already has a fatherly figure in his Uncle Emre, his Aunt's younger brother, and he isn't particularly in need of another. The merging of their souls is caused by a sort of wound in Ozma's soul, which is reopened and grafted and made to heal around the like-minded soul—see the linked headcanon post for details. Following the Fall of Atlas, Ozma starts trying to fight this process by unseaming the connection between themself and Oscar; it works, but it's also like ripping at a scab, and causes them both a great deal of pain. The curse itself, woven by the God of Light to insure Ozma's everlasting obedience, also reacts very badly to this act of rebellion: becomes more erratic, more punishing, and violently forcing Ozma forward. Henrietta Pine arrives in Vacuo not long after Team RWBY and Jaune make it home from the Ever After. Her presence helps to bolster Oscar against the curse somewhat by sheer force of personality; to everyone else, she's a friendly terror. Oscar is not Ozma or Ozpin, and he doesn't feel super great about the tendency of Ozpin's former associates to treat him like "the next Ozpin." He has complex feelings about the skills, power, and knowledge he's gaining from Ozma, and similarly conflicted feelings about being perceived as a prodigy because of that inheritance.

[xaracosmia]

ꕥ — WELCOME TO NEFE COSMIA, BAPTISTE VASILIS. 🌓

ꕥ  — OOC INFORMATION;

name / alias: lucian / lusala age: 23 pronouns: any pronouns other characters in xc: n/a

ꕥ  — IC INFORMATION;

name: Baptiste Ambrose Cyprian Vasilis age: 30s pronouns: he/him series: N/A canon point: N/A app triggers: child abuse & grooming, (verbal) domestic abuse, mentions of unhealthy love + self harm (irt to his power), discussion of mental illness, implied substance abuse, eye trauma, ableism (towards him), implied political assassination, implied suicide attempt/ideation

personality:

Baptiste likes to be someone that people look up to. He is charming, patient, kind to children & animals, considerate. A family man who’ll carry chairs for your mother, the type of person that people cite as an example: this is a good one. He’s different. He does believe that he’s different, something better than other people; but mostly in the way that great men are destined to fall to elevate others.

The truth is that his words don’t mean much. Words are a mean to an end.  Once a politician with lofty goals of a kinder future for all, now jaded & left with ideals that were pushed onto him.

Tying into all of those personality quirks and making them worse is his upbringing. Being told near constantly that he is different from others and it's important that he remembers that as the “medium” in his father’s cult, he sometimes forgets that he is not more than Tetran. This manifests into a different, haughty kind of narcissism and fuels his negative traits even more, since he believes in everything he does as right (and if it isn’t, surely it must be done for the greater good anyway). Basically, he is cheery and warm on the outside, and unnecessarily convoluted on the inside, and he won’t trust anyone else to help him fix it.

His entire life has been controlled by the whims of people more powerful than him— and when he attempted to take it back, was humiliated and ruined appropriately, without any relief allowed to him. So yes, he is bitter and desperate on the inside, eager for any type of kindness or relief while at the same time being revulsed by it. He’s a very complex man.

something your muse struggles with: Paranoia & ennui— he has this inherent belief that because of his separation from other people, it is impossible to be loved or seen in a real way. His connection with other people is severely lowered. Also his pride.

your muse’s greatest strength: His sense of justice? Am I crazy I don’t think he has any strengths. Um.

history / background:

Baptiste’s story began long before he was even a concept, starting in a dimly-lit ballroom at midnight.

Ever since he could begin to remember, his mind would be filled with stories of a magnificent ballroom with the loveliest sounds one could ever hear. Every dancer was perfectly in sync with the music, moving in a way that forced even the rhythm of your heartbeat to change. A party so grand and magnificent it can only be held once every 2 years. The poor, the rich and the ugly would unite under masks both literal and non literal. It was the only release that the city of Syntaxis could have, and no one who was able would dare miss it.

His mother tells him of how she slipped away from her father’s side, venturing off into the parts of the party that she was forbidden to go to. That’s where she meets him, a man about the same age as her and a hooked smile. There was something about him, she’d lament, something that she couldn’t resist. Perhaps it was because she was naive but curious, and he was mysterious yet always out of her grasp. Her father doesn’t approve of her curiosity until he learns of his wealthy heritage, making him considerably less rigid in the amount of time they could spend together.

The relationship advanced quickly and excitingly. She’s never felt more alive than when her head was on his chest, whether it was when they were riding through the city or if they were in bed together. It was a perfect, rose-tinted era full of nothing but fun and blooming flowers. It wasn’t long before it was the 2nd year of renewing their wedding vows, a young child sleeping in the room next to them, and their own estate.

Aristaeus could not keep his gaze on any of his family. He could only focus on his newborn blessed with black sclera like his mother’s. Baptiste has known expectations from since he’s been born, expected to achieve more than any other child should at his young age. His powers are weak, and very slowly, the disappointment in having a “blessed” but useless child drives him away from ever looking at them again. The family continues to live with Aristaeus, even if their relationship is estranged, and he benefits from a nice house and being sent to good schools; while the only people that have ever been nice to him were his mother and sister.

Later in his childhood, a tear in both of his retinas resulted in lost eyesight. This frustrated his father and he began to ignore Baptiste even more. It’s only after he has his blindness “solved” later on that he begins to warm up to him, because his powers also increased as a result of the treatment. The chronic migraines are a necessary side-effect, he says.

When his mother leaves his father and decides to pursue her own career, he supports her wholeheartedly. When he’s left on his own as his sister leaves to find herself, he supports her wholeheartedly too. He decides to rely on other things, and hopes that the world will lead him to a proper decision eventually. As long as he can look fine, and not strung out and stressed, then it’s fine! That’s his philosophy. Look fine, have others rely on you, but don’t ever show those same innards to others.

Unfortunately, his father wasn’t too happy with his decision to just live unproductively; a bad deal led to him being in-debt, and Baptiste’s ability was a sure-fire way to get himself out of that hole. Through slow coaxing to outright suggesting it, Aristaeus convinces Baptiste to abandon his dream of becoming a doctor and pursue something more in the humanities. When he graduates, he immediately pushes him toward being more involved in the community, which eventually leads to him being pressured to run for Public Advocate of NYC, a position that he wins easily with the use of his power-- even though he’d wanted to win it fairly, he felt pressured to comply to his father’s demands because of him being in total control of his financial situation. One wrong move and Baptiste could find himself stripped of his money and belongings despite being his own adult… There was a burning shame and embarrassment that laid in his chest, but he couldn’t say anything. In the public, he was not Baptiste but Cyrille.

One night, Aristaeus gives Baptiste one more task. And if he does it, he’ll be sorry for having ever doubted him. Phrased in such a way that it promises affection but he can’t be held accountable if he fails; there was no way he could feasibly turn down the task. All he has to do is get the current mayor out of office, and as the next in line for succession, naturally take the position.

A plan begins to form inside of his head. Even outside of his father’s control, he could change things. He could turn NZC, the city of progress and innovation, into a city that actually loves its citizens. Baptiste was beginning to see the plan that the Gods must have surely planned out for him from birth; a ruthless, self-sacrificial plan to completely rip the parasitic roots of capitalism that drained the city of all of its potential virtue. All he has to do is lie, present himself as helpless and totally unknowing, and he could guarantee that he would have their protection. All he has to do is lie. And everyone lies, so it’s fine, since this is for a greater and more holy good.

Being the mayor of the city-state is a very heavy, taxing role. With his constant migraines and tendency to be paranoid, it began to feel herculean-- but if not him, then who? He certainly doesn’t trust anyone else to do it.  His father offers him certain prescriptions that “all of the good Mayors use”, and while he is hesitant to rely on them, figures that he doesn’t have a choice in the end either way. They keep him focused and keeps the headaches at bay, so of course, his father doesn’t really care about any other potential side effects...

He serves to the end of his term, but he does not win the next election. Not with the way they pull the strings, threaten him & his family, and sabotage his campaign. Cyrille has been thoroughly humiliated, and he leaves NZC shortly after to a lesser city, far away.

Cyrille has to die. But the Gods won’t let him, so he only kills the name instead. All that’s left was Baptiste, making a new life in the city of Dyre Straits, all against his will.

He opens a business, a cabaret club, changes his hair and keeps a lower profile…but something in him could not turn away from the injustice there as well. Even if he could not combat this politically, he decides he will take a more hands-on approach, under the guise of night. And when he isn’t doing that, he’ll fall deeper into his vices.

powers / abilities:

Baptiste was born with the ability to influence people's feelings on him to a positive degree. This power was initially very weak, but was enhanced to a great degree after a certain surgery (and also stronger with his religious beliefs).

PASSIVE: People are more inclined to like Baptiste. This isn't a very strong aura at all, and people are able to dislike him regardless of it. The most it does is give people a good impression of him, and also makes them a little more willing to forgive him if he says something weird. He can't turn this off but it can be ignored.

ACTIVE: The active part of this ability allows him to psychically manipulate their feelings towards him. He can only manipulate their feelings into loving him (romantically or platonically) and nothing else. He can do this from afar, but he has to have that exact person with their name in mind. He can also manipulate people's feelings for eachother, often using it to clear the tension in a room.

When the ability is broken, the affected user takes mental damage. This can be broken by them refusing to do something he told them to do (whether it be because they physically can't or break the illusion themselves). If he breaks it off himself, they suffer no damage.

Depending on how intense the afflicted love is, this mental damage can prove to be fairly dangerous to both the affected person AND Baptiste. Using it for too long can turn the love into an obsessive infatuation, which may cause the victim to attempt to physically hurt him or themselves.

inherent abilities:     

Tetran Physiology: Baptiste is Tetran, meaning his physiology is inherently different from a human’s physiology. The planet of Tetra has extremely harsh conditions, and the Tetran body has naturally evolved to handle those harsh conditions, making them much more able to handle extreme temperatures. They also naturally have much higher strength, stamina and endurance in comparison to humans. The 4 hearts of a Tetran support this and allow them to last longer, provided they have fuel to keep them going. He’s able to flip a car on its side fairly easily.     

Prehensile Tail: His tail was strengthened enough to be abl to support his wait and pick things up easily.     

items / weapons:     

Dennis [Service Animal]: A cockatoo with a very colorful personality. While Baptiste spoils him silly, Dennis is actually an extremely empathetic service/therapy animal. He’s able to sense emotions before they come to the surface and is trained to help prevent them from surfacing in the first place. Often, while Baptiste won’t show that he’s stressed, the fact that Dennis is preening on top of him or attempting to cuddle may give away how he feels. He is also a very adept speaker, able to repeat phrases or sounds after hearing it once or twice. Unfortunately, he tends to use it for evil… In addition to that he also has a neural link with Baptiste. When in the comfort of his home, his eyes reduce the amount of vision seen to cause less strain. Dennis will help him navigate when this happens.

P365: A micro-compact handgun with .9 mm bullets that's easily concealed. The addition of Tetrite within it makes it so that everything that’s shot with it slowly begins to dissolve.

starting ability: LOVELY EYES [PASSIVE]

starting item: N/A

would you like this character to be housed upon arrival?: nope

extra:

“im attracted to personality not looks” ok well some of us have a personality disorder

i have like 4 different ocs with different variations of "perfect but not really"... hmm

discord id: incarnadescence

passcode: HI

[the-oedipus-type]

I walk into the house quietly, thinking my mom is asleep. Slip my shoes off, so I walk even quieter, sitting my bag down on the couch, I head for the bathroom. As I'm walking down the hallway, passing my sister's room, her doors wide open and light is turned off, except a small nightlight, I peer into her room, she's not in there. I shrug it off and walk into the kitchen, I stand here in silence for a few minutes, just listening to everything. I hear something.. like a muffled moan, and something is vibrating. Listening a bit longer, I hear soft moaning, and occasionally, there's a louder moan..

It's coming from my mom's room.. is she masterbating or getting dicked down by some guy?

I dismiss the ladder and focus on the former. She's masterbating. So, I listen more intense and for longer, right outside her bedroom door. .. kinda wonder if it's unlocked. If so, I wanna see my mom in all her glory. I'm fucking hard rock rn, listening to my mom moan softly and something inside me, told me, "open the door, it's not locked."

So, I take my clothes off, leaving my boxers on, putting my hand on the doorknob. I turn the handle slowly and then all at once. Once I open the door all the way, my mom is on her back, knees to her chest. She's definitely masterbating, but she looks to be struggling a little bit. Her face is red, and she's sweating profusely. The light in the room is pretty dim, and she doesn't have her glasses on, so she doesn't see that I am basically naked, but not yet at least.

My mom quickly covers herself with her blanket.

She jumps, "Fuck, you scared me, Adam, geez."

"Sorry, mom. Lol. What're you doing?" I asked.

"Oh, watching videos and stuff, you needing something? I'm tryna watch the rest of this video." She responds.

"Ahh. That's cool, what're you watching? I'm bored asf." I reply, playing along.

She scrambles for an answer, "Uhh, something about David Bowie." She says.

I smile, saying, "Are you sure, mom? bc it sounded like you were masterbating? It's okay if you were. I do all the time; in fact, I was just stroking my dick listening to you for the last 10 mins.

She sat there quietly, then said, "Uhh, no, I-"

I interrupt her, slowly walking over to her side of the bed, "You don't have to lie, mom, i heard every noise you made and figured id just come in here, instead of us masterbating separately, if anything, we could do it together," she looked at me curiously. Under the blanket, she started moving her legs from their current down position to now her feet were flat on the bed, her knees bent, but her legs were still closed. She said, "Okay, yes, I was masterbating, but wdym masterbate together? Lol. " I slide my hand under her blanket and gently grasp her inner left thigh, softly squeezing it, then rubbing back and forth while slowly she opens her legs for me more and more. "You know, masterbating together, we could watch porn together while you use that tiny vibrator of yours, and I will simutaneously stroke my dick beside you, occasionally with both hands, to the same video. So, what kind of porn are you into, mom?" My mom is just sitting there, speechless. "Well, ig, I'll go first.. I'm really into incest porn, specifically, mother and son, whether it be real people or hentai. It's one of, if not, my favorite genre or porn to watch. Along with brother and sister or sometimes even, mother &/or aunt, son, and/or daughter/sister (and sometimes mother, son, grandmother) also, love watching daddy/ daughter videos. I love watching big dicks penetrate young women and older women, too.

She sits quietly for a second... then says to me, "You need to promise me, Adam, this will stay between us, and no one will ever know about us doing this.." i tell her, "of course, mom, I won't tell anyone ever. " she smiles at me, and her legs relax, opening up wide. She says, "we actually watch the same thing, hahaha. Isn't that crazy? I mostly watch mother/son type videos.. and I'll even read stories sometimes that go more into depth of the mother and son incestuous relationships genre and the written stories feels like they're actually real a lot of time, unlike videos I've watched. Anyway, I'll scoot my big butt over so you can climb in under the blankets next to me, and we can get to masterbating together, but separately. How's that sound?" She moves towards the center of the bed, opening me a spot to lay down next to her. I stand up, grab my underwear with both hands, dropping them down around my ankles, stepping out of them, and sliding into bed, underneath the blankets with my mom, surprised how easy-going she is about all this. I say to her, "Yeah, it's going to quickly be waaay to hot to be under these blankets soon and tbh I can't sew you very well and I don't think you can see me, either.. I'm turning on a light and removing these blankets." Before my mom can approve or deny this, I grip her ass cheek and pull myself up, smacking that same ass cheek. I switch on her lamp next to her dresser, then grab onto the blankets covering us, pulling them off my mom's naked lower body. All the while, my mom's eyes are glued to my semi-soft but still like 6" long flaccid dick bouncing up and down as I remove the blankets from her bed. Don't be mistaken, as soon as I pull the blankets off her, she is laying there, knees bent, legs opened wide, relaxed.

That's when I stop what I'm doing, to marvel at her naked body, specifically my place of birth, my point of origin, my mother's 'fountain of youth' , her 'elixir of life, the hole from which i crawled out of,' the most sacred place in all the galaxy - my mother's vagina, right there, in front of my very own eyes/hands to see and touch for myself. God damn, I wanna kiss those lips and taste her pussy right now! My dick begins to grow and get harder until it is fully erect.

We're staring at each other's body with lustful curiosity. Her eyes not meeting mine briefly until she's taken in what's now a reality, in front her, here and now, closing her eyes and smiling big. she takes a deep breath and opens her beautiful hazel colored eyes, now, fixated on my bright blue eyes. She rubbed her nipples slowly with her left hand and squeezed her breast with her right. Her legs open wider than before. Soon , she seems to begin to squirm around with anticipation and can not keep still for even one second.

She says, "I mean, who says you can't use my vagina to masterbate, and I can't use your dick to masterbate? That's not sex, baby."

I respond, "You know you do have a good point.. I'm masterbating if I say I'm just using your vagina as a fleshlight, and you simutaneously are masterbating if you say you're just using my dick as a dildo. We're still both technically still masterbating. That's definitely not us having sex."

"It's not like we're kissing or anything, if our lips were to meet, we're practicing a scene in a play I plan on auditioning for." I say to my mom.

She replies, " Yeah, that's true, but honestly.. I've been wanting to learn cpr for a while now. Who says we can't learn cpr at the same time, together, on each other. We're just trying to be efficient. "

"You make excellent points, mom.. and btw didn't you say you've always wanted to learn to ride a bull but never did?" I asked.

"Yesssss, oh, thank you for reminding me about my dreams of bull riding, I believe I may be able to get some practice in and masterbate at the same time I'm also, learning cpr." She says to me. "How about while I'm doing all that, you masterbate and learn cpr with me? Watch me as I learn to ride a bull. You would fill me with up with all your love and encouraging words."

For sure I'd love to watch you ride a bull or learn to, either one. Honestly, we should probably masterbate together more often.. it's fun and doing things with people is always better than doing it solo, we are social creatures . besides, if I continue to masterbate only using your vagina as my fleshlight, I won't potential go out and have sex with a girl and get her pregnant. Your fleshlight you so generously allow me to use is customized to not be able to get pregnant. That's amazing, really. I can dump as much of my cum into it and never worry about things like that. Fuck, I love masterbating, don't you mommy?

Oh, anytime you want to masterbate. Let me know. And yesss dump as much cum as you want I'll clean it.

[aikoiya]

Redoing Disney's Hercules

You know... I don't think I would be quite so upset at Disney's Hercules if they'd have portrayed Zeus & Hades more accurately.

Now, that doesn't mean that Zeus should've been outright a cheating, philandering, fuckboy who couldn't keep his d in his toga... anymore.

By that I mean that, I would've accepted it if the writers had hinted at... less than stellar teenage years before meeting Hera, while not going into any explicit detail other than the fact that Zeus was humiliated by the things that he used to get up to in the old days. Maybe have it be something that the other gods tease him mercilessly about. Then, they could've had their cake & eaten it too!

The other thing is how they portrayed Hades. Keep his basic personality from the movie, but instead of make him the outright villain, make him more of an antagonist, who's actually a pretty reasonable dude. Like, maybe he originally comes across as the bad guy & Hercules assumes that's what he is, as well as the person behind everything, but it later turns out he's a reasonable dude if a snarky asshole.

Then... instead, make the villain Eris, who is literally the Goddess of Hatred & built for the role. If not her, then Gaia, who very explicitly hates both humanity & the Greek gods.

You can even keep Hercules as Hera's actual son if you go the route of all those other demi-gods kids of Zeus' having been a consequence of when he was single, mingling, & spreading his wild oats.

Yes, it's a shift in the original myths, but I feel like it's a believable enough of a shift that people would let it slide a bit more readily for the most part.

Also, cool would've been introducing Artemis & Apollo as Herc's older half-sibs. Though, I think there should be a definite rift between the 2 due to Apollo having tricked her into killing Orion, her lover. Like, she refuses to be in the same room as him. (Which could create interesting parallels between them & Amaterasu's relationship with Tsukuyomi. It's believed there that the reason why the sun & moon are never in the sky together is due to them having separated.)

And showing that Hades has a wife & kids of his own? Also cool.

Though, I think I'd opt with the version of the legend where, yes, Hades kidnapped Persephone, but it wasn't intentional.

Like, he'd asked Zeus' permission to marry her & he gave it. So, when he took Persephone, Hades had believed that she & her mother had at least been informed, which wasn't the case. And, at the end, she wasn't tricked into eating the pomegranate seeds, having instead chosen to do it herself having known the consequence.

Also, make Zagreus into Hades & Persephone's son. I know that it's debated as to whether he was Hades' or Zeus', but I feel like his domain over reincarnation fits more with Hades as his father.

I actually don't know much about Melinoe... I mean, other than the fact that she's Hades & Persephone's daughter & the Goddess of Ghosts & Spirits. Other than that, nothing.

It'd also be interesting to see Hecate & Thanatos too.

And I don't think that Hephaestus was depicted with a clubfoot there. I'd keep that & the fact that the other Olympian gods tended to mistreat him because of it.

Also, did you know that in the Hercules cartoon, Hercules ended up freeing Prometheus from his torment?

I'd have liked to see him & Hephaestus be bros. Like the best of friends that do crazy insane shit with fire.

Because, think about it. If Prometheus hadn't stolen fire from the gods & given it to humanity, then Hephaestus wouldn't be the god of the forge.

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[crazybigredlove]

6th August 2013

Dear Pete, 

Going to contact Interpol and report you as a missing person so that some Good Samaritan in a faraway land will let me know whether you're still alive or not. Not entirely sure if that's how it works or whether it should be someone with a slightly higher social standing than myself, but I'm going to give it a crack. Christopher is in the habit of appearing in my bedroom doorway each night to tell me his latest thought about where in the world you might be. Spoiler: Mostly it involves a lot of alcohol and scantily-clad women with liberal views on sex. We both agree that the most likely scenario is that you're in Italy and lying low with your cousin. The only flaw in that is that with your family being the way they are, I fail to see how you and Sofia could've kept it from your aunts or your mother. Remembering her wily ways from our younger days of everyone I know she'd be the one I'd back to pull it off, but even she's not that good. Is she? 

Slight change today though as Christopher he announced that you're on the run from some crazy types that you owe a fortune to. Asked why they wouldn't have been round the house looking for you or at least looking for information regarding your whereabouts. That silenced him for a while. Your brother is still as good looking as ever, but as your disappearance stretches out there is sadness in his eyes that I haven't seen before. He even approaches the weekends with less enthusiasm. I did tell him it's only been five weeks and he needs to man-up, but that probably didn't really help. If I didn't know better I'd think he had separation anxiety like when pets are separated from their owners. I mean, it's not like he's been crying himself to sleep at night (that I know of) but the two blondes messaged him tonight for a repeat performance of the show I briefly witnessed yesterday and he didn't even reply to them. Don't worry, I'll find a subtle way to check if he has a fever and if necessary seek medical opinion. 

Sorry if my tone of late has been a tad morose. Sad as I am about the Big Red situation, mostly it's sadness related to why it bothered me so much. Photo came through this morning while I was at work of him with a coffee in his hand and surrounded by friends. Asked him if he'd like to call in to to say hello or I could duck out for a coffee. Apparently he was too busy. He did call though and we had another funny chat on the phone. As much as I laugh when he's around the second he's gone it's all staring at the phone, anxiety, and alternating between binge-eating and feeling nauseous. 

Shouldn't be upset, I mean, I wrote the list at the start because I could see that this was a very real potential outcome from a guy like him, so how come I can't walk away? Is there some weird competition/challenge/must-win-this thing going on here on a subconscious level? Am I using Hollywood movies to justify hanging in there longer so I can prove some strange point to myself that I'm not even aware of yet? 

The Czech has already messaged today to thank me for last night, but the guy I'm dating really isn't fussed one way or another. Big Red has promised that we will spend the whole weekend together, so am probably being a total prima-donna for no reason. "Relax, little Liv," I can hear you say. Have managed to mostly hide all fifty shades of my crazy from him. If this doesn't work out (and it's certainly looking like it's headed in that direction) then it might be in everyone's best interest if I take a break for a while. If you're so desperate for me to do online dating then you should have to experience its pain yourself. 

Do you think that you can know in the briefest of moments? I realise this is a silly question as obviously I don't feel that way about him, but if you can know in the briefest of moments that you could care about someone, but then they don't care about you in return, how the fuck are you meant to be able to pick the ones you should care about? How do you possibly tell one from the other?? Do you know what I mean? Hollywood tells women that men change, that they come back, that if they treat us bad we need to hang in there until they get their shit together. If that's the case there are a LOT of men who are going to be making reappearances in my future. And can you also really tell in a moment that someone will hurt you as I predicted? Or is it more of a self-fulfilling prophecy on both counts? 

Oh God. I'm having emotions. Real ones. Lots of them. Am not okay with this, not even a little bit. Oh no. How do I make it stop? 

This is not okay. I have no desire to be a pathetic damsel in distress obsessed with a man after only one week. While something special could have been born of this (you know, if you squint your eyes the right way, tilt your head to the side, and then smack yourself with a hammer), clearly we already broke it because the fun has vanished. Love doesn't feel like this. 

It's okay. Without being dramatic I know what's happening, so I'm going to own it. I've been here before. He's met someone else. 

If I don't ever hear from Big Red again it won't matter because I am going to put all my time and energy into something else. Like becoming CrossFit world champion. Or, is there a cupcake eating world record? I'm also prepared to take a shot at that title. 

Either way, I'm sure the world will keep turning if I can just calm my brain and anxiety a little... If you have any suggestions on how I might be able to do that, now would be an excellent time to let me know. 

Liv x 

[ageofevermore]

Take This To Bed

SUMMARY — Natasha and Wanda are your safe place, and you’ll gladly let them take you to bed.

PAIRING — WandaNat x Reader [ 1.7k ]

AUTHORS NOTE — It gets kind of angsty, brief implications of neglect and anxiety, but really it’s just cuddly reader missing her girls.

You’ve always hated waking up in bed alone; especially when you didn’t have to. After a few movies that Wanda picked out, you’d fallen asleep between her and Natasha on the couch in the common room, but at some point during the night, your two lovers must have moved you to your bedroom and left for a last minute mission.

You hate when they don’t say goodbye. Mostly because you expect to wake up to Natasha’s blunt nails tickling your back and Wanda breathing into your neck, or to the smell of french toast and cinnamon lingering in the air. When Wanda gets homesick, cooking your favorite foods allows her to feel closer to you and her mother. Sometimes, if she’s feeling suffocated by her grief, she’ll make a dish from her childhood and while you eat, tell you and Natasha all about Pietro and her parents.

Your heart aches when you wake up alone, both from the separation anxiety you never really got over as a child, and knowing that they were off in the world somewhere most likely getting hurt. But, no matter how much you pouted and begged, they wouldn’t cave. They know how touch and go your relationship with sleep is, they also know that you sleep best when it’s between them. They’d never put your health in jeopardy just to say goodbye. Selfishly, after a last minute mission to Quebec last winter that forced you to sleep alone for three nights, you’d tried guilting them into reasoning with you. They hadn’t taken kindly to your reminder that there was always a chance they wouldn’t come back home, and your ass ended up on the farthest side of the bed depraved of cuddles for twenty minutes before Natasha felt bad.

Today was no different. At five, just four hours after you’d fallen asleep in Natasha’s lap on the couch, you rolled onto your stomach, feeling for Wanda, but your redheaded witch wasn’t in reach. Startled by the cold sheets and empty bed, you reluctantly opened your eyes, half expecting to see the worst. You’d never actually seen Wanda or Natasha come home with more than a few cuts and bruises, for which you’re eternally thankful, but with your wandering mind you’ve convinced yourself that when you wake up alone, their dead or severely injured bodies will be leaking pools of blood into the hardwood floor around your bed. It’s a thought that keeps you up for days even after they come home. They always come home.

Instead of lifeless green eyes, you notice Natasha’s handwriting. She’s left a note on her nightstand, your name scripted beautifully in black ink. Last time they left overnight, it was Wanda’s handwriting scribbled down. Unconsciously, you feel yourself smiling as you reach for the envelope, completely enamored. Everytime they leave you a note, whether it be for this reason or just because they want to, you fall more and more in love with them and the way they write your name; always perfect, never rushed. This time, the letter was dull: they’ll be back sometime in the early afternoon, they love you, and they’re sorry.

You frowned, tracing her delicate lettering before moving on. Your days always move slower when you let yourself sulk and wait around for them. The floor was like an ice brick beneath your bare feet, a cold shock running up your spine. Goosebumps traveled down your arms, the baby hairs on the back of your neck rising. Tiptoeing around the bedroom to Natasha’s side of the wardrobe, you grabbed one of her favorite shirts. The soft fabric came down to your mid thighs, so you grabbed a pair of Wanda’s athleisure shorts as well. You left your clothes in a ball on the floor, knowing how much it drives Natasha crazy and missing the way her arms slink around your waist and pull you back into her chest while you change. You swept your hair up into a ponytail, deflating after the simple task of getting dressed was completed. You were never good at entertaining yourself as a child, and that inability transferred into your adult life easily.

You did find things to do, though. Eventually you left the bedroom, after straightening up Wanda’s disorganized closet and folding Natasha’s clothes (that you washed three days ago). You even vacuumed the rugs in the living area, humming a song beneath your breath, before deciding to try and make an early lunch. When you've gotten so little sleep like you did last night, you were never really hungry until much later in the day, but you know how much it means to your girls when you try to stomach something, even if it’s light. You’d settled on celery and cream cheese, taking the plate back to the living room where you’d left your novel sometime last week. Reading isn’t the same as when your lovers are with you, you quickly realize. Natasha doesn’t pull you into her chest and pretend like she’s not reading over your shoulder, and Wanda isn’t here to grab your ankles and pull them into her lap to rub the soles of your aching feet. You’re all alone, the emptiness of the couch reminds you, and it weighs on your empty stomach, which suddenly feels entirely repulsed at the prospect of eating anything.

Your therapist told you years ago that while you do a very good job of keeping people at an arms length away or farther, you're even better at becoming attached. The trauma you experienced during your formative years with a come and go father, and an emotionally absent mother, that evaluation didn’t come as any shock at all. While you kept yourself at a distance from anything bordering past professional, you also craved sweet intimate affection. You craved being held, and kissed, and thought of when apart. Even now, three years into a relationship with Wanda and Natasha, hearing that they still love you brings a flutter to the center of your belly that heals the child you once were. A little girl that loved princesses and racecars and wished her mother would tell her she loved her. Being away from your girls felt like you were back in that apartment all over again. Of course, you never told the redheads that. They knew about your childhood, the same way that you knew about theres, but all of you seemed to have the same defense mechanism of never talking about how it affects you in the present.

Somehow, before you’re really aware of time moving, your front door squeaks open. Natasha’s been oiling the hinges for months, but nothing seems to fix that obnoxious squeak. You're grateful for its persistence in moments like this though, when you're lost in your thoughts and you're not entirely aware of what surrounds you. Your wanting need consumes you, and you move so fast toward the both of your girls that you don’t think your feet are even hitting the hardwood. You throw your arms around Natasha’s neck, forcing her to support your weight when you crash into her, hair all in her mouth and tickling her nose. Wanda laughs at the sight, red tendrils of warm comforting magic keeping the both of you from tumbling to the ground.

“Not a good morning, Detka?” Natasha coos. You’re only so eager to feel them when your thoughts are inconsolable. Being aware of that, your girlfriends are overwhelmed with remorse. Natasha guides your head to your favorite spot between her chin and chest, where her heartbeat is the loudest, slipping a cold hand beneath your shirt to affectionately trace her blunt nails over your spine.

“Why don’t we take this to bed, dorogoy.” Wanda frowns, shuffling in closer to you and Nat. She’s never as cold as Natasha is, running at a very welcoming temperature almost always. You’re their furnace, and in the middle of the night, especially in winter, when Wanda has her hands under your shirt and Natasha wiggles around until she can get her feet between your legs, they make it known. You want that more than anything right now.

You accept Wanda’s suggestion with a dazed frown on your lips, beautiful eyes glossed over. She smiles reassuringly, though she’s tense with worry and exhaustion. The mission wasn’t anything she couldn’t handle, but the lack of sleep and travel and worrying about you had drained her quickly. Natasha eases you away from her warmth, settling a hand in yours while Wanda grabs your other one. Both Avengers take note of your abandoned lunch and book, holding back worried frowns. You pretend to not notice, squeezing their hands tightly when it begins to feel like they might just slip away.

Natasha laughs quietly when you stop at your open bedroom door, the pile of clothes in the center of the floor catching her attention right away. “Really, baby?”

“Had to get back at you somehow.” You taunted, though your lightheaded words were slurred together with exhaustion. It seemed all three of you would be spending the afternoon in darkness and warmth. Natasha kisses your head, breathing in your lingering coconut scent. The conditioner you use every few days clings to the pillowcase and the neckline of her shirts, reminding her of you even when you’re far away.

“Get your ass in bed.” She laughs, leading you toward the bed with gentle care. “Just gonna get changed, okay? Just going to get changed and then we’re all yours, dorogoy.”

Falling into bed and letting Wanda fix the sheets over your shoulders, you mumble sleepily, “Don’t go.”

“Gonna be right back,” Wanda soothes your worries with a kiss to the forehead, already starting to strip. They always brought clothes to change into after missions, however, they much prefered to squeeze into your clothes and smell your scent up close after being caught in the middle of smoke and gunfire. “Just gonna put a different shirt on.”

You let them change, watching them with hooded eyes. Natasha grabs your favorite pink shirt, and Wanda settles for one of her Calvin Klein bras. The soft gray material looks great on her skin, complimenting the subtle curse of her figure. It’s not five minutes before they’re fulfilling their promise and slipping into bed with you in the middle, their arms hooked protectively around your body.

“Get some sleep, detka. We can talk when we wake.” Wanda mumbles sleepily, her lips pressed into your neck, the close proximity and her hot breath prompting goosebumps to rise on your skin. Natasha smiles, her nails tracing your spine like they should’ve been when you woke up the first time.

“Goodnight, darling.”

“Goodnight, printessa.”

Contently, you exhale, cuddling close to your girls. “Night.”