#trying my best to keep them in character here

[baiwu-jinji]

After the arrests last year of danmei authors who published their works on the Taiwanese website Haitang, the authorities have allegedly arrested another 200-300 authors, many of whom took to weibo to share their experiences recently.

What struck me is how the authors always blamed themselves for not being cautious enough or being led astray by their financial needs, but nobody put the blame on the unjust rules and the greed of the authorities that led to their arrests - not that they would dare to. It's an utterly bizarre situation that, as a new danmei English license seems to be announced once every few days here on the other side of China's Great Firewall, within China the persecution keeps getting more rampant and the danmei community feels more and more cornered and frightened. Reality is always more surreal than fiction.

I translated some of the author's weibo posts, please see below:

“I knew I was being naïve and over-optimistic (about the repercussions of writing danmei), so I can’t blame anyone. Sometimes I want to resent society but then I’ll give up the thought. As for the criminal punishment, my view on it is still the same - I even feel that I’m different from those who engage in prostitution; after all, I made all this money by typing my stories word by word. Yet when I got into trouble, people talked about it as if I didn’t have to work for my income.” - This is from an author who wrote danmei because her family’s poor and she wanted to save money to travel. She got into a master’s programme before this and the programme kicked her out because of her arrest.

“Ever since I was little, I’ve always been the well-behaved golden child in my parents’ eyes. I had the best grades among my peers and won scholarships in both high school and university. When we visited family during New Year and other festivals, my parents were always proud of me in front of our relatives. But that day I shamed them thoroughly and the shame will always stick around...I love the characters I wrote very much, planning and creating their stores always brought me so much happiness and fulfillment. But a mistake is a mistake. I want to use my personal experience to admonish others - don’t try to go against the regulations in any way ever, don’t put yourself in the slightest bit of risk.”

“I’ve never felt this horrible in my entire life. I’ve always firmly believed that nobody in this world could be that bad. My rose-tinted glasses were broken along with my romantic expectations for the world. My values and outlook on life were shattered. When something like this happens, perhaps only the family of the author involved and the author herself would be hurt deeply! It’s just business for everyone else!”

This one’s written by the author’s sibling: “Another sleepless night. Tomorrow is the Dragon Boat Festival, and it’s been three festivals since we could be together...I’ve felt remorseful for countless times that I didn’t contact more people and I felt that I haven’t done enough. I prayed to the gods and the Buddha for more times in the past two months than in the past 30 years. Besides asking for the Heaven’s protection and blessing, what else can we do?...You supported yourself financially during university solely by doing part-time jobs. We’ve always put too much importance on money, and that’s how we allowed you to make a mistake.”

(link to the original weibo posts: https://x.com/whyyoutouzhele/status/1928763362541818266)

[ruinix]

wondering how quinn would react if he read a situation wrong and invited someone to bed w you but you didn’t actually want it. idk it feels like prime opportunity for hurt/comfort.

like maybe you start to feel insecure and wonder if what you give him is enough and he just feels so bad about fucking up like that

Hello, lovely. It took me so long. March to May timeline is so 😭 sorry. Sorry. This is kinda hard to do ngl. [I had this in my draft (here in tumblr after festering in my blurb file) for months 😭]. Anyway, it's always best to talk with your partner before you consider trying new things—inviting someone, new kinks, anything—in bedroom or not.

18+. Thoughts. Hurt/Comfort. Miscommunication (aka Quinn jumped the gun and thought he was doing what's best), unnamed friend/character. Angst. ⬇️

The moment he saw your frown, the tears welling up in your eyes, the tremble of your hands, as you stared him then at his friend then back at him from the doorway, Quinn knew he fucked up. Hell, even his friend was gaping at him before glaring, taking offense from this shitshow. Because it was a shitshow. A miscalculation. A huge fuck up.

Quinn thought you were hinting that you wanted to sleep with his friend—let him join you two or at least do things with him—in chance to "spice things up". He saw your growing library of why choose novels. He saw how you interact with his friend, how you smile and slide your arm through his, how you laugh at his jokes, and how melt against his friend when he hugged you as a greeting. Quinn thought…he thought that you wanted him too. Clearly, you did but not in a sexual way. Fuck. He was so fucking stupid for thinking more about your friendship.

The weirdest thing about you interacting with his friend was that if it turned sexual, he didn’t fucking mind it. Not a single drop of jealousy. Not even discomfort—

No, that wasn't right. Those were lies. Lies he tried to feel. He felt them all. He was jealous, only wanting to keep you to himself. He hated the way his friend for touching even if it was only platonically. But he did force himself not to mind it. He had to or he would go insane. He kept reminding himself that you were happy. He wanted you to be happy. He wanted you to have everything you wanted. That it should be enough for him. Quinn realized now that he was just too fucked in the head.

Now his heart ached like it was being split in half especially when your tears drop, when you hold the doorframe like you were ready to bolt because you were too scared of him, when you were clearly spiraling in your head. All because of him.

Idiot. He was an idiot. He ruined everything. Everything between you two. Plus with his friend. Fuck.

His friend continued to glare at him, because, of course, Quinn didn’t directly say anything to him—or you. He only told him to come up to you and Quinn’s shared bedroom. Only when you arrived did Quinn drop the proposal which encompassed giving him a free pass at you. Not the exact words, but it was basically what he said.

Asshole, that was what he was. He should've talked to you before hand, should've checked if he wasn't just making shit up in his head.

He should apologize. He should. But his throat suddenly felt dry and heavy like a lump forming there. His chest squeezed the more tears escaped you. He couldn’t breathe. He did this. He felt the crack forming, cleaving his connection with you like it was simply a dry piece of wood for fodder. He would lose you. He was—is—losing you.

His friend was cussing him out now, before turning towards the door, grabbing at your hand which made you flinch. Now, that alarmed him. You were getting scared and his friend doesn't seem to see how you cower, how your skin paled when his hand wrapped around your forearm. You were scared, so scared, that you still looked towards Quinn for help after what he had done.

"Come on. Let’s leave Quinn to his delusion—"

"Let go of her." Quinn kept his voice levelled, not wanting to scare you further. When his friend looked like he was about to say something, not realizing that he had tightened his grip on you, Quinn stepped forward. He felt like he was being thrown into space. He felt both present and not, like a film was blurring his vision now. His body got heavier and heavier as he tried not to pummel the guy for his death grip. "Let her go. You're hurting her."

Instantly, you were let go and you immediately stepped back against a wall, eyes going to Quinn and his friend, again and again.

"I know that I fucked up. I blindsided both of you, but I need to talk to Y/N first. Please." It took all of Quinn not to drop to his knees. He wanted to seek your forgiveness and his friend's. "Please. My love, please."

Quinn collapsed onto the bed, utterly defeated. He stared at you. Only you. He could barely hear his friend cursing him out after you finally nodded. He left but his absence only emphasized the rift Quinn made between you two. He didn't know where to begin.

"I thought you would want it. I viewed your friendship differently. I was jealous, but I don't want to lose you. I just thought if you...we... if I let him in, I could still have you. Fuck. I'm sorry, my Love." He could see exactly how his words cut through you. "I am wrong."

"You are," you gritted out, moving to the chair in the corner of the room, glaring at him now. "Even if you're right, the first step to these things were to tell me. He'll only be my friend. Nothing more. I don't even know if I can face him again after this..." Your anger simmered back down to hurt. "Have I ever shown that I only love you? Just you, Quinn? Have I not shown my love enough that you think I want anyone else? Am I not enough?"

"You are," he said, faster than he would like, his heart breaking when it made you flinch. "Sorry. I'm sorry. Don't be scared of me." His voice cracked. "You're always enough."

'I'm not,' was what he wanted he add. But he kept that to himself. He had done enough damage. Heavy. He felt heavy. He doubted what he felt was worse than what you were feeling. It would never be. He could see the shutters coming down your eyes. You were shutting him out and it was all deserved.

"Let me fix this." He offered his hand to you. When you only stared, for seconds turning into minutes, his hand shook, his tears finally falling. His throat was closing up. He closed his eyes to prevent more tears from escaping. He leaned forward, head bowing in all the shame he felt. "I beg you."

Still, nothing. No warmth of your hand on his. No you in his arms. This was it. He had lost you. Slowly, his hand started to fall as the weight on his shoulders and chest doubled.

Then it happened. Your shaky hand grabbed his. Before he could say anything, you sat on his lap, wrapping your arms around his torso. Your legs followed. Your sniffles were so loud in his ears that he couldn't stop his own from falling anymore.

"I don't want to sleep with anybody other than you, Quinn. I don't to. Don't even suggest it again. Please." You sobbed, burying your face on the crook of his neck. "Don't give me away."

"I don't want to." He hugged you tightly. "I don't want you to leave me," he finally confessed. It made you look at him, so he continued, "I tried to give you what I thought wanted, because I feared that you may leave me if I can't do it."

"Why would you even think that?" You asked, extremely confused.

"Your books. You being so at ease with him." It all sounded so fucking dumb when he said it outloud, but it was the truth. He held your cheeks. He wiped your tears, prying your lip from your teeth. "I was jealous and I coped wrong. Instead of talking to you, I made assumptions. I blindsided you and my friend. I'm sorry."

"I made you jealous?" You asked. He nodded. "Tell me what I did. Please."

He did. He told you, averting his gaze when he explained how sometimes he felt upset when you have prolonged hugs with your friends—men, women, anyone—but most especially with his friend. He explained that when he saw your increasing library of why-choose novels added flame to his jealousy. That only thing his fogged up brain came up to keep you was to invite his friend over.

"I know it's dumb. I hurt you because of it. I hate myself for hurting you. I'm sorry. I don't want you change. You can still read your books. You can still hug my friend and yours. You can do everything you want. You have every right to do anything." He inhaled, pausing. "I feel your love every day. You're always enough. Not me. I don't think I'm good for you if I get jealous. Especially now, after I fucked up—"

"You fucked up," you cut him off. As if you saw how much he was waiting for more harsh words to cut him down, you grabbed his cheeks, making him face you, "But that doesn't mean I love you less. I hear you, Quinn. I wish this didn't happen but if it didn't, I wouldn't have known that I'm hurting you. I wish you've told me this sooner."

"Yeah, I should've told you," he said it, not only pertaining to his issues, but also to his fuck up. Now, he sees your eyes, so clear, so open for him. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

"I know."

"But I did." His tears fell.

You nodded. "I understand now." You inhaled a deep breath. "I hurt you too."

He shook his head.

"I did," you insisted, willing him to agree. He kept quiet, because it was his own issues. "Quinn, I did. I was too touchy and it made you uncomfortable and jealous. I didn't even realize. I'm sorry. I will be less touchy, limit my books—"

"I don't want you to change." Quinn's breaths picked up.

"Slight changes, Quinny. I will still hug my friends but not as long. I will read my books, and tell you," you pause, "every male character is always you. Different forms of Quinn. I will tell you exactly how I picture the different characters in your form."

His heart picked up. He was slightly confused about what you said about the books, but hearing you say the slight limits of your physical contacts with your friends eased his soul.

"Okay." He nodded.

"Good." You nodded too. "You communicate here, Quinn. Promise me."

"I promise." He gripped you tighter. "I only wanted you for myself. I don't to give you away. I love you. I'm sorry."

You smiled, sniffling, letting him dry your tears. "You still have to make up with your friend. Tell him I don't want him, hmm?"

Quinn agreed, savoring your feel on his lap. While you were kind, letting him speak his mind, understanding where he was coming from, he didn't think his friend would. He knew that he might get a punch across his jaw, but Quinn would take it. He deserved it. But he wouldn't let this—himself—break his friendship. He would say his apologies. He would do it all.

But for now, all he wanted was to bask in your attention. Because this was what he wanted. Your attention on him. Your love pouring out to mend the pieces of his heart together. He only wished he was doing the same for you.

So while you two hugged one another, he kept whispering his 'sorry's and his 'i love you's.

He wouldn't stop until you were physically pushing him so you could get off him. So he could mend his friendship.

Still, he would linger by the doorway, gazing at you like you would disappear, only turning away when you smiled at him and when you told him your encouragement.

He was lucky to have you. He would spend the rest of his life to prove himself to you.

Through his love. Through his words. Through his actions.

Sorry if it's not that great. I did my best 😔😔😔

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Locked Out of Heaven 7

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, power imbalance, age gap, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your father invites a work friend to the neighbourhood barbecue.

Characters: Nick Fowler (Dad’s friend trope)

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Nick's hand settles on your thigh. You stare at it, too nervous, too enthralled to say or do anything to stop him. He gently kneads your flesh as he grins and watches you. He leans his cheek on on his knuckles.

"You're gorgeous, you know that?" He purrs.

Your lip trembles. Someone who looks like him telling you that is straight out of the dreams you never let yourself have. You stopped getting your hopes up when you were just a kid. You never got anything you wanted. No sense in longing for it.

"Oh, really? Um, thanks," you rub your neck nervously.

You wince as the bartender sets down the martinis on the wood finish. You chew your lip as Nick reaches for his, lifting it gingerly. His hand stays on your thigh. "Gonna try yours?"

"Mhmm," your hum crackles. "Thanks."

You take the glass and stare at the contents. Clear with two cherries on a toothpick, a sprinkle of sugar around the rim. You turn the drink and examine it.

"Well?" He squeezes your knee.

You put your lips on the brim. You tilt it slowly and sip. The sweetness of the sugar undercuts the sharpness of alcohol. You hold it in your mouth as you pull the glass away and cover your mouth. Your cheeks pinch as you force yourself to swallow.

"You get used to the burn." His fingers crawl back up your thigh. "Princess, it will help with your nerves. I want you to relax. Have some fun."

"I'm... having fun," you say. You blow out slowly and make yourself take a bigger drink. You close your eyes as you gulp again. You hold back a hiccup. He chuckles and his hand crawls higher.

His arm presses to yours as he drinks. He's unaffected by the singe of the vodka. He sets the glass down and pinches the end of the toothpick. He turns it above the glass and lets the excess drip off.

"Cherries look sweet," he drawls.

He puts one between his teeth and eases it off the toothpick. He hums and bites into it. "Mm mm mm."

Your hand shakes but you quickly still it. His rocky timbre, his warm touch, the way he watches you as he rolls the cherry around his mouth. You feel like you might faint. You take another drink.

"You like it, baby?" He asks.

You swallow, "it's... different."

"In a good way?"

"Yes," you smile.

"Baby, you don't gotta be shy," he rests his elbow on the bar trim, angling toward you even more. His hand keeps moving up and down your leg. "I wanna know about you. Everything. I'm... kinda obsessed."

"Obsessed?" You squeak. "That's... that's silly."

"No, I am. I told ya, doll. The whole time I was gone. My head was a million miles away. Back here with you."

You giggle.

"Mmph, you are adorable," he leans forward, his fingers under your skirt. "What do you like?"

"What?"

"Books? TV? Music? What makes you happy?"

"Erm... I don't... I don't get to..." It's hard to answer as his fingertips graze your thighs. Harder because you're really not that interesting. "I listen to some music when I study."

"Music? What kind?" He wonders as he flutters at the top of your thigh. You empty the glass.

"Not good music. Old stuff. Like... mm, Gwen Stefani? Christina Aguilera..." You quiver as his finger flicks along the edge of your panties. Your eyes round.

"Keep talking. No matter what. We're just talking."

"Nick," you eke out.

"You like vintage stuff? Sexy," he coaxes as his fingers brush up the front of your panties. Your thighs tense around his hand. He presses firmer against your lips. You clench. "Xtina? What a Girl Wants? Classic, isn't it?"

"You... you know her?" You murmur.

"I'm more into rock," he flicks between your folds, pushing the fabric of the panties against your clit. "But I know a few. She's more my era, isn't she?"

You nod. You can't speak. You can't believe what he's doing. Right there!

""I... I like that one," you whimper.

"Yeah, you like it?" He purrs. Does he mean the song or what he's doing? "How about Britney? She's got some good one."

"Uh huh," you babble as he rolls your clit, the friction sparking heat in your core as you stain the panties.

"She had her bad girl phase, huh?"

You quiver and grab onto the bar. Your eyes nearly roll back. All at once, he rescinds his hand and you gasp. He snickers and brings his fingertips to his mouth. He wipes them across his lip.

"It's good. You gotta know what you like. Rebel a little." He grins. "That's what being young is for."

💜

"Ready to go, sweetheart?" Nick stands and rolls his shoulders. "I don't wanna say goodbye but we both know daddy won't be happy if I keep you."

He offers his hand. You take it and he helps you down from the stool. You feel a bit wobbly as you stand beside him. You squeeze his hand.

"You okay, Princess?"

"Um, yeah, I think, I feel..." You blink and look at the empty glass on the bar. "How many did I have?"

You face is hot but your mouth is dry. Your eyes feel loose in your skull and the edges of your vision are fuzzy. You exhale and giggle.

"Three?" He shrugs. "I lost count, baby. You like the sweet one, don't you?"

"Should you be driving?" You ask as he turns you and loops his arm through yours.

"I only had the one," he says. "Don't worry, princess. I'll always take care of--"

"Oop." You tip and he keeps you from crashing down. You laugh again. "I'm sorry."

"Nah, don't be," he coaxes. "I brought you out to have fun."

"Oh... okay..."

"You don't gotta be anyone but you with me, baby. I want all of you. Unfiltered. I want you to do what you feel." He takes you out into the balmy summer evening.

"I... I'll try."

"We'll get there, baby. I told you, we can take it slow. I'll show ya everything," he tugs you back suddenly before you can get to his car. "Watch the curb, sweetheart."

You step back and nod. You hiccup as your head swims. He opens the door and eases you into the seat.

He drags his hand down your arm and across your stomach. He buckles your seat belt. You feel a bit woozy.

He backs up and shuts your door. You bat your lashes and try to see through the windshield. The streetlights float like shining bubbles.

He gets in the driver seat and turns the engine. It whirs softly as he pulls out. You drift along with the car.

You jolt as you feel heat on your leg. You look over at Nick as he keeps his eyes on the road. He steer with one hand and you follow his other arm to your lap. His fingers curl into your thigh.

His cheek dimples as he drives calmly, as if nothing at all is happening. You don't dare speak or move. You're not entirely sure you're not imagining it.

His hand creeps up, pushing your skirt higher as he pets the front of your panties. He clucks as he traces along the edge. You push yourself into the seat as he hooks his finger around the fabric. He tugs them aside. You gasp.

"Nick..."

"Ah," he tuts and taps your cunt, like a small slap. You wince and brace the door. What is he doing?

"Princess, you don't say my name unless you're cumming. You just sit back and let me treat you right."

You tremble as he dips his finger between your folds. He drags along your clit then swirls around. Your thighs spasm and you grip the door tighter. You hold your breath as he repeats the motion, once more stoking that blinding flame inside of you. You moan and close your eyes. You bite your lip as you try to contain your voice.

He presses another finger to your clit and swipes up and down. You puff out short breaths as he toys with you. The motion of the car adds to your dizziness.

He stretches his fingers down to your entrance and back up to your clit. He does it again and again, smearing your juices as they leak from you. He growls as he circles your entrance then rolls around your clit.

He pushes the heel of his hand to your pulsing bud and prods along your cunt. Your walls tighten as he wiggles his finger against your resistance. Slowly, he delves into you. Just his fingertip and out again. He repeats that, deeper each time, until he's knuckles deep. You let out a brittle breath.

He rocks his hand as he fingers you. You clench your thighs around his hand and clasp onto his wrist. Your head lolls as you open your eyes. You stare at his silhouette, swathed in the night as the streetlights flash on the other side of him.

You tilt your hips eagerly as you feel the tension coil inside you. You whine as your stomach tingles and your spine locks up. You push your head back and drone out your orgasm.

"Say my name, baby," he cooes.

"N-N-Nickkkkk," you moan as your hips buck wildly. You spread your hand over his large one as you ride out your orgasm. "Oh, Nick."

"That's it, baby, fuck, you're wet," his finger squelches inside of you. "So wet. That's hot baby."

He slides his finger free and spreads your cum around with a snarl. He wipes it off on your panties then tugs the fabric across your folds. He pushes against your panties and rubs them into the mess until they're soaked through.

"You've gone and made a mess of the nice panties I bought you, princess," he tuts. "Better take those off."

You babble dumbly and writhe in the seat. He pulls his hand away.

"Now," he commands.

You flinch and the haze of drunkenness and delight recede. You sit up and look at him. He stares at the road.

"You're a good girl, baby, so do what I tell you."

You hold your breath as you lean back. What are you doing? What he did in the bar, what he did just now, what you've let him do...

You lift your butt and reach under your skirt. You roll the panties down and lean forward to get them past your ankles. You sit up and hold them in your lap.

He holds his hand out. You put the panties in them. He brings them to his face and buries his nose in them. You gasp as he inhales noisily and sighs. He snickers and tucks them into his pocket.

"What--"

"No questions. Got it? Princess. I treat you good so you stop asking me why. Stop asking me what. When I tell you to do something, it's done. Got it?"

You blink at him then the road ahead. You sway. You're drunk. You think...

"Yes."

"Good girl. So when I text you and tell you to send me a sexy picture, you're gonna do it."

You sniff, "yes."

"Alright, princess. I know you're good at listening. You've done so well, haven't you?" He growls.

You nod and shrink down in the seat.

"I know, I know. The way you just came all inside my car..." he chuckles. "I'll be thinking about that a while."

He grabs the front of his pants as he idles just around the corner from your house. He shivers and grips the wheel tighter. He snarls.

"You earned a treat," he rasps. "Open the compartment."

You hesitate then look around. Slowly you reach for the compartment in front of you. You pull the handle and it pops open. There's a small box inside.

"That's for you," he says as he turns the corner and stops a few houses from your dad's.

You sit back with the box and examine it. "What is it?"

"A toy. For us to play." He explains. "When I tell you to, you put that in and I get to control it. From wherever I am."

"In?" You gulp.

"You're nice and tight but it's not very big," he reaches to stroke your cheek. "You're my good girl and you can do it."

"I... oh, okay," you stare at the box. "Thank you."

"Mm, give me a kiss before you go."

You turn and he does too. He leans over and you meet his lips in the shadows. It's just as tingly as before. He cradles your head as he runs his tongue over your lips. He dips inside and you squeak. He relents and lets you go.

"We'll get better," he caresses your cheek then drops his hand. "Go on before I change my mind."

"Um. good night," You undo your seatbelt.

"Night, baby. You be careful, okay? I'll watch til you get inside." He says. "Sweet dreams."

"Erm, thanks."

"Of me, I hope," he drawls as you get out.

"Yeah..." you shut the door and stare at him through the window. You stumble up over the curb and scurry towards the house. You need to focus if you don't want to get caught on your way in; even if just the thought of Nick makes it almost impossible.

[soleauclub]

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Ask yourself:

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[angstywaifu]

Black Dahlia - 56. Violet's BodyGuard

Summary: After an attack on Violet, a squad member change by Xaden is the least of Dahlia's worries.

Warnings: Character death (canon)

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Garrick didn’t come to bed last night.

I’d stayed in his room till some stupid hour of the morning before giving up and heading back to mine. I hadn’t seen him since the incident in the courtyard yesterday since he’d walked off with Xaden and Bodhi. Hadn’t seen him at dinner. Hadn’t seen him in the gym when I’d trained with my squad. And when I’d asked Imogen if she’d seen them she’d looked nervous before telling me she hadn’t seen them and didn’t know where they were either. And for some reason, something about it felt off. A few times this year I’d noted Garrick being absent for dinner, turning up late after stating he’d had something to do with Xaden, or had been called out to stay at an out post. I knew there had been a training operation run last night, but Garrick hadn’t mentioned going on it. And I couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right.

Ahead of us Captain Fitzgibbon finishes reading the death roll. A bunch of unbonded first years. Which wasn’t normal. Especially when I’d heard of nothing happening during the day. And by the confused glances going around formation, it was clear I wasn’t the only one curious about the names on the death roll.

Movement catches my eye and I see Xaden walking through the space between Flame and Tail sections, his eyes focused on Violet before coming to a stop between mine and Dain’s squads. He turns his attention to Dain, completely ignoring the Captain who is still addressing formation. “There’s a change to your squad roll.”

My heart sinks. Xaden didn’t bring anyone else down here with him. And I can’t help but glance down my line of first years to see Liam looking over at Xaden already. That bastard.

”Wingleader? We just absorbed fourt from the dissolution of third squad.” Dain questions Xaden, his eyes automatically flicking to Violet as if worried he’s about to loose her.

”Yes.” And when Xaden’s head turns to me, I already know what’s coming. Hearing Liam shift behind me. “Dahlia, we’re making a roll change.”

He knows I’m pissed. My face gives away nothing, but he knows I’m pissed. He knows by taking Liam he’s putting me in a bad spot for Squad Battle in the coming months. He knows Liam is my best first year. But I’d bet any money that whatever caused those unbonded cadets to be on that death roll, has something to do with this swap. And something to do with Violet.

”Yes, sir.” I say, not even bothering to nod at him.

I swear I see the slightest hint of an apology in his eyes before he turns back to Dain. “Aetos, Vaugh Penley will be leaving your command, and you’ll be gaining Liam Mairi from Tail Section.”

Austin gasps from next to me, clearly shocked at the sudden change. “He can’t do that to us.” She whispers to me.

”Well he just did.” I whisper back.

I watch as Liam steps out of formation, offering me a sad smile before swapping places with my new addition Penley. Liam nods at Xaden as he passes before falling into his new spot in Dain’s squad. Dain who looks torn between annoyed at the new addition, but happy because he knows the upper hand he’s just been given.

”I do not need a bodyguard.” Violet snaps at Xaden, only confirming my thoughts.

She has something to do with those cadets being dead. And somehow Xaden is involved. Otherwise he wouldn’t be making this move. And I can’t help but turn my head to look at Garrick who stands at the front of his section facing the dais. Was that where Garrick was to? But even if he was, that doesn’t explain why I hadn’t seen him since yesterday afternoon till this morning. Something still didn’t add up. Not one bit. I look over to see Bodhi looking over his shoulder at Xaden, clearly trying to keep an eye on what’s going on. His attention turns to me, but as soon as I raise an eyebrow in question he’s quick to turn back towards the front. Bodhi knows. Despite commenting on me appearing scary or scaring him sometimes, he’d never looked at me like that. He’d looked scared when he’d caught me looking at him. What the hell had those three been up to? Xaden turns to move back to the front of formation, but not before glancing at me over his shoulder. Anyone else would turn their head, or try hide they were pissed at him. But I didn’t. I looked him dead in the eye and made it aware just how annoyed I was. He had some explaining to do next time I got him alone.

”What the hell was that about?” Austin asks once he’s out of earshot.

”Something tells me you’re about to find out.” I tell her, watching as Panchek steps forward.

”He never comes to formation.” She points out as she looks up at the dais.

”Why has he got the Codex out?” Liz asks as she leans around Austin, looking towards me as if I know something.

”No clue, but I’d bet any money it has something to do with those unbonded first years being dead, and why I just lost Liam to Dain.” I mutter.

”It has been brought to my attention as your commandant that a breach of the Codex has occurred.” Panchek’s voice carrying across the courtyard, all of us eager to here what he has to say. “As you know, breaches of our most sacred laws are not to be tolerated. This matter will be addressed here and now. Will the accuser please step forward.”

I can see movement at the front of our wing, already having a strong feeling at who steps forward. It wasn’t hard to guess with the little show that had just gone on next to my squad. How he’d moved Liam to Dain’s squad. So it was no surprise when Xaden started climbing the stairs to the Dais. Even though I was pissed at him, it was hard not to admire how he commanded everyone’s presence just by being up there. Gods, even Panchek didn’t have that power, and he was leadership.

”Early this morning, a rider in my wing was brutally, illegally attacked in her sleep with the intent of murder by a group primarily composed of unbondeds.” He begins as his voice carries over the formation, his eyes scanning everyone.

The formation comes to life with a collection of murmurs and gasps. Everyone looking around to see who it could be. But I know exactly who it is, as do those closest to us who had seen Xaden talk to her Squad. I look over to Dain’s squad, my eyes focusing on Violet. Before I hadn’t had a clear view of her. But now I did. And there was no denying the marks on her neck.

”As we all know, this is a violation of Article Three, Section Two of the Dragon Rider’s Codex and, in addition to being dishonourable, is a capital offense. Having been alerted by my dragon, I interrupted the attack along with two other Fourth Wing riders.”

Yet again, I’m not even surprised when I see Garrick and Bodhi step forward, climbing the steps before standing behind Xaden at the Dais. Both of them look at me immediately. I watch them both stiffen as I just stare back at them. No surprise or shock on my face, just nothing. And both know me well enough to know I’m going to be asking them what happened.

”Do you know what happened?” Austin asks as she leans towards me.

I shake my head. “Not a damn fucking clue.” I grit out as I keep my eyes on Garrick.

”As it was a matter of life and death, I personally executed six of the would-be murderers, as witnessed by Flame Section Leader Garrick Tavis, and Tail Section Executive Officer Bodhi Durran.”

”How do you not know if both of them were involved?” Austin questions, and I can see from the corner of my eye she’s confused. She and I were close, but I was closer with Bodhi. And she knew that. So for me to know nothing, was probably alarming to her.

”That I plan to find out.” I tell her, which earns me a nod from her before turning her attention back to Xaden as he continues.

”But the attack was orchestrated by a rider who fled before I arrived. A rider who had access to the map of where all first-years are assigned to sleep, and that rider must be brought to swift justice. I call you to answer for your crime against Cadet Sorrengail. Wingleader Amber Mavis.”

It was no secret Violet had gotten on her bad side. She’d accused Violet of cheating on Presentation Day with how she’d gotten up the Gauntlet. But as Garrick had told me, she’d technically done nothing wrong according to the Codex. She’d just been smart enough to twist the wording to her benefit. Mind of a Scribe that one. Around us everyone gasps, clearly not expending a Wingleader to be behind the attack. But as Xaden pointed out, she was one of the few who had access to the information of where Violet slept. The only way the unbonded could have known.

Commotion next to me as my attention drawn to Dain’s squad as he turns to face Violet. I can’t hear what he’s saying, but I know he’s trying to defend Amber to Violet. I knew he had a soft spot for her. Had seen him hanging out with her on multiple occasions. Hell, there had even been some rumours they were closer than friends. But no one had been able to confirm the rumours. He steps towards Violet, hands raised towards her as he probably asks to read her memory. The Violet I use to know would have given him what he wanted. But she doesn’t. Instead she stumbles backwards to get away from him.

I move before I can think and step in front of Violet to put me in way of Dain’s hands. I hear Imogen suck in sharp breathe of air as Dain’s hands jump up at my intrusion, skimming the side of my face in an effort to get away.

”Get out of my way.” He growls at me before looking around me at Violet. “Give me the memory.”

”Touch me without permission, and you’ll spend the rest of your life regretting it.” She snaps at him as she steps to the side of me to look at him.

Surprise washes over his face as he steps back. “You heard her. Step back Dain.”

As the remaining Wingleader’s climb the stairs, a familiar chaos fills the air as six dragons curve along the mountain, flying straight for the Quadrant and landing one by one on the edge of the Rotunda. Shit was about to go down. There was no way Amber was walking out of here unscathed or alive. Content Dain was going to leave Violet alone, I move back to my own Squad who are all watching me with curious eyes. Everyone knew our families were close, but they also knew I wasn’t close to Dain or Violet. And they’d just watched me put myself between them.

”Everything all good?” Kai asks as I join them.

”Hard to say right now. But I think some shit’s about to go down.” I tell them as Amber yells at Xaden who doesn’t even spare her a second glance as he joins the other Wingleader’s.

Suddenly my vision is not my own, suddenly seeing through someone else’s eyes. No, this is a memory. Violet’s memory. I can feel her fear and panic. Watching as the unbonded cadets approach her, and Amber fleeing down the hall as Violet looks at her.

”Holy shit. She actually did it.” Liz gasps out as we all come back to reality.

Immediately everyone’s head turns towards Amber, knowing that she now has no way out of this. That Tairn sharing this memory has just solidified her fate.

”The Wingleaders have formed a quorum and are in unanimous agreement.” Xaden announces as he steps forward, flanked by Nyra and Septon. “We find you guilty, Amber Mavis.”

”No!” She shouts immediately. “It is no crime to rid the quadrant of the weakest rider! I did it to protect the integrity of the wings!”

Amber starts pacing, looking around at as all as if one of us will choose to step in and help her. But instead we all take a step backwards, putting as much distance as we can between us and her with what’s about to come. Even Dain who had been pleading with Violet follows.

”And as is our law, your sentence will be carried out by fire.” Nyra states as they look down at Amber, not even a flicker of remorce in their eyes.

”No!” Amber turns to her dragon for help. “Claidh!”

Her dragon turns and snarls at the other dragon, but Tairn is quick to swivel his massive head towards Claidh, his roar making the entire rotunda shake beneath our feet. With a snap of his teeth Claidh hangs her head. The sight is almost heartbreaking. Watching as she prepares for the death for her rider.

The formation moves again, this time splitting down the middle. Tairn leans in, lowering his head and neck past the dais towards where Amber stands frozen on the spot as she looks up at him. She doesn’t even try to run. She just stands there and accepts her fate. I barely see the curl of his tongue before he incinerates her with a blast of fire, all of us clamping our hands over our ears as Claidh mourns.

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[candysparks]

Expanding on this because I think it'd be funny to give Reader a System that's a devious little fuck. Always pulling a [But User 002 you wouldn't want to be sent back to your original body, yes? So you should take this golden opportunity and make friends with the Wayne Family! Try and keep within the original lines of the story please (❁´◡`❁)]

And of course this pisses Reader off because "Fuck you! You want me to sign my death by trying to befriend them and pointing out the protagonists flaws?? So the protag can call me an evil spy and turn the entire Wayne family against me?? If you were a real person I'd have run you over with a fucken clown car by now and hit the reverse!!"

Which would be met with a [User 002 is so cruel (っ °Д °;)っ. But you must keep in-lines with the og goods personality or else I'll have to invoke the punishment protocol] by the fuck-ass-sham of a system only to be muted by the Reader who can't stand anymore of the bs spewing from this machines mouth. So now Reader has to suck it up and attempt to befriend the Wayne family, Y/N included.

As you can guess it has some...questionable results. The Wayne family are starting to loosen up just a smidge and Y/N is starting to get more and more pissed off the less and less others want to hang out with her. And where does she turn the anger? Onto Reader of course! Why wouldn't she?

This random person appearing from out of nowhere, spawned into life because Bruce had a one night stand and couldn't be smart about it, and of course that wretched woman just had to pass away and leave that burden for other people to clean up after. Not only that but Reader keeps messing up all their plans! Like hello?? Y/N did not just spend her entire life planning all this only for some NOBODY to show up and set them on fire like they were last years fashion!! At times like these Y/N just wants to take her dainty little hands and wrap them around Readers throat and squeeze until ever last bit of life drains from their eyes.

Woah! Too dark there Y/N, that is not how a perfect pretty girl acts!! A perfect pretty girl always acts with kindness even to her worst enemies so she is seen as the better person, and not like some barbaric violent witch. Yeah keep dreaming girly, people will notice your fake-ass act sooner rather than later

Ahem, anyway. You might be wondering why the system refers to Reader as [User 002] and not [User 001]. This is because, just like in SVSSS, the Author got sent here too! And how does Reader figure this out? Because the dumbfuck Author let it slip when they were muttering to themselves during class.

"If I'd know this was going to happen I'd have written the rest of this story like I did the first few chapters, when I wasn't desperate for cash...I miss not having to constantly check the water just to drink it" And you can best believe that Reader almost jumped over their seat to throttle them.

Nah Reader just waited until class was over to corner the Author, who was in the body of another side character who was used as an escape goat for Y/N when all her plans came to light. She just claimed it was them who used some Mad Hatter tech to influence her into doing it, and because the Batfam was crazy obsessed with Y/N they just took her word and killed the guy. LIKE?? What happened to the 'No Kill Rule' that all but two followed?? They all just jumped that guy???

Anyway Reader confronted them and then it came to light that the Author was [User 001] and was also stuck with an annoying system that wished for their deaths with an overuse of crazy riddles and Kaomojis.

And uhh that's all I've got for today. Sorry folks, hoped it was good (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

Batfam X Shen Yuan [From SVSSS] inspired! Reader

Currently thinking about a Reader who is a big Batman fan, like not supper crazy fan levels but just enough to get upset over blatant mischaracterization. But man do they have some anger issues, just like Shen Yuan from SVSSS. Disclaimer this is a long ramble and probably won't make much sense as I'm writing this at 12 am...

If you haven't read SVSSS let me break it down for you really quickly:

Shen Yuan, our protag, hate reads a stallion novel [basically a corn novel but for men] that makes him rage over all the major plot holes that could trigger someone's trypophobia [the fear of a cluster of holes btw] that has him choking and dying after leaving a hate comment. Well saying he left A hate comment would cut his rage short, this man read a 666666 page novel where the writer threw all the plot out the window to pander to the fans and make more papapa scenes that could make a brothel lady blush. And he left a hate comment on EVERY. SINGLE. PAGE. In the span of twenty days mind you.

Then he dies and wakes up as the Scum Villain, named Shen Jiu [my bby btw] who is fated to die in one of the worst ways possible by the beloved Og protag. And to top it all off everywhere he turns there's people with missing brains and too many wife plots, and a stupid ass system that's constantly saying to [Continue on with the plot or I'll kill you, but also try and change it. You got this user 002 (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ]. So like rip.

Anyway back to Reader, they decide to check out the fanfics and are shocked to see just how badly this particular fanfic is. The mc is some Y/N insert from early 2014 Wattpad days with blond hair, big bug eyed blue orbs, and apparently too tiny and small that a gust of wind could blow her ass away. And for some god forsaken reason the Batfam were just missing half a brain and couldn't see how suspicious this girl was. Like what do you mean she's just SOMEHOW everywhere you look?? Tf are you talking about "She's so unique, she would go well in this family" HELLO??? She stutters like a broken printer and constantly goes 'Guys this isn't you ＞﹏＜' when talking to THE JOKER. Not to mention she keeps letting it slip that she knows WAY too much than she shoukld. Like wtf??

And the only character who happens to say anything about how weird she is, get's left behind in a Joker attack and dies by getting crushed by falling rubble. You'd think the Batfam would be just a little upset about their death considering they were APART of the Wayne family, but nooo they're too busy making goo-goo-ga-ga eyes at Y/N to use their brain. So, obviously, Reader hates this fic with the force of ten suns.

Poor Reader, suffering through this dog shit because they were so hyped by the idea of someone getting reincarnated into the DC universe as a poor orphan that was secretly an op fairy who could do almost anything without any repercussions. Only to get punched upside the head by some very questionable writing choices and a plot that was doing so well at first only to get tossed onto the highway and ran over by a cheap copy.

It was so much of a switch up that Reader left a comment going 'Hey did you get hacked or something?' only to get FLAMED by other people who called them a jealous, vindictive, bitch. Like woah, slow down there buddy pal. Anyway fic was so bad it made Reader want to spit blood, only to trip and fall down the stairs.

Thankfully they didn't die from that, what a blessing! No, see, they just had to die because at that exact second the ceiling tile came loose and hit them in the head because they were doing construction one floor up. Yikes.. talk about final destination.

Ah but the worst part is when they opened their eyes to find Alfred from DC standing right over them with a raised brow. Turns out Reader was thrown into the body of the only character who actually used their brain who was then left behind and died, but by some grace of a god it was before they were adopted into the Wayne family.

Meaning that they wouldn't be able to tell of something was off about them considering this would be their first met. Yay for small victories yes?

Wrong. These guys, in lighter terms, SUCKED ASS. Any slight form of interaction was met with a scoff or a look of disdain. One thing to note is that Reader is not stupid, sure they act like a fool for funsies but they aren't blind to the fact that this family simply held no room in their heart for them.

Which honestly sucked. Poor Og Goods, you were simply too good for this dumbfuck family. Reader mentally notes to light some incense and pour out a cup for them later. Truthfully it isn't all bad, Alfred was there and man can this guy cook. It was sad to read that he got put into the spot of a glorified gardener because the Batfam only wanted to eat Y/N's 'wonderful' cooking, and wanted to respect her 'fear' of him.

The author literally writes that she wasn't actually scared of him, she just felt like he was too big of a threat to her spotlight. How shallow.

Things were going fine, Reader avoid Y/N like she had the damn bubonic plague and by extension the Batfam as well. They got to enjoy the rich life and hell they were even doing well in school and had two friends! They were so close to graduating and had saved up a shit-ton of money to move out. Yeah they'd miss Alfred but he had declined the offer to go with them, which they could understand.

It was perfect. Almost too perfect. And then the Batfam started noticing just how happy they were away from them.

First it was Dick trying to include them into anything and everything they were doing, which by extension meant that Y/N would be there so that's a big fat NO from Reader. Then Reader started spotting Jason randomly while they were hanging out with their friends, or just out and about trying to deepen their knowledge of the world around them. Then Tim, that fucken snitch, ratted on their plans to move away by hacking into their phone. Like who does that??

Then it started to escalate. Barbara started to invite them to girls night with Y/N and Steph, which Reader always refused with a quick 'I have plans'. Damian even attempted to drag them to some Opera. Which usually Reader would be so excited for but the idea of going with someone they knew was going to leave them for dead, it just didn't sit right with them so they refused that too. Even Bruce started to pull them into Galas despite Reader never going to one because they were often left out.

See this could all be excused as guilt eating away at them, and then Y/N up and died in that Joker attack that was supposed to be Reader. Uhh what?? The protag can't just up and die, the fuck?? And then Reader starts to notice just how clingy these guys have gotten. Looks like they'll have to speed up getting that ticket to halfway across the world...

[bunannabun]

as a whovian since 2009

ive NEVER spread hate on anything the series did regardless of my opinion on their decisions and plot holes and whatnot, and boy oh boy is not easy being a whovian ive been accepting everything with an open heart, yeah you wanna retcon shit? you wanna leave a plot open for ever? you wanna over do nostalgia? alright, i'm here to have fun and love all the things that made me fall in love with the series, i can ignore things that were not my taste, DW was never about being a flawless production anyway, it was always about HEART but you know what? I can only be so patient for so long! This finale has a list of things that made me watch the whole thing in denial, not wanting to believe my own eyes, trying my best to trust the show until the end just to end up in desbelief and as frustrated as i was watching Star Wars episode 9. And you know what, I could still take all of this shit but i can only be so patient when it comes to dealing with BIPOC characters with so much cowardice. So take my hand and let's take remember how RTD writes them? I will not even take into account the annoying outcast boyfriend of female (white) lead, Mickey, or the let's play with Asian stereotypes but hide them under an alien mask, Chanto. let's look at the big ones, shall we? Martha Jones - had one great episode centered on herself as the great heroine at the end, and it's implied she becomes this motherfucking cool UNIT agent that we don't get to see much. Collaborates with torchwood, etc. BUT, her own series: always is standing on Billie shadows, always rejected by the 10th for not being Rose, always humiliating herself for a one sided love, like despite her brains and her skills her life was revolved around that alien man. No so much important as she could be (she had potential to be greater than Billie even) compared to all other companions on RTD era including the ones that last one episode. and that's it for RTD 1.... RTD 2: he did some nice things: got our first officially Black Doctor (remember we still have Jo Martin pending, no one knows her story yet), he did an entire episode with 100% black cast taking the Doctor to Africa (bc Ncuti asked). First time 100% non-white Tardis, as Belinda Chandra becomes companion. Great. BUT

instead of introducing our first black doctor normally, there's a twist! He had to share his big moment, big reveal, big spotlight with David Tennant - for fan service purposes. Has our first black doctor sharing the tardis with a white blond girl (and don't take me wrong, i love Ruby, just stay with me here a bit), alrite, she has a black wonderful family, super well written, super charismatic. 2nd companion Belinda. Don't even have a whole series for herself to shine. I don't feel her like a companion at all since she don't even agree to be there and it's all only circumstantial. She's a great character, but don't show so much grow. Disappear for a whole episode that we have Ruby back (the episode is great, but again, keep with me here cause i have a point). Ruby is the one that saves the day on the finale (both Wish and Poppy issues) while Belinda is more like a background character. The Rani: once again, comes from a white character and has to share her big entrance with her. Is underwritten has always to share screen time with Ms. Flood and presumably dies at the end while her white counterpart survives.

Jo Martin is not RTD's fault, but he DID had time to fix this and chose not to. We had literally seconds of her onscreen. Then we have Ncuti regeneration. Beautiful scene, beautiful moment with Jodi, but come on! Not even Eccleston had so little screen time as the doctor as he had! And he had to regenerate on a blonde woman only for fan service purposes again??? Can we see a pattern here? BlPOC RTD's characters always stands on white characters shadows, they're always underused, always have to share their spotlight and this kinda make it seems that all the positive representation stuff he had done in the series was for show this is sad, is frustrating and i can't tolerate this anylonger quoting Eccleston here: "Sack Russel T Davies" (i mean absolutely no hate to anyone from the cast, great team, great actors, only love to them)

[aranarumei]

You already gave your thoughts on Miya and Kagi friendship so now I gotta know, what about Miya and Niibashi?

[ask me about any two ssmy charas and i’ll give my thoughts on their dynamic, real or imagined]

this ask response is under a year later so i should be commended. and i AM doing it soooo. so. i actually really like doing these. if anyone would still like to send any two ssmy charas in you are so welcome to do so.

anyways! miyano and niibashi. this is very interesting, because I actually feel like niibashi is one of the more mysterious ssmy characters to me. so I'll do my best here. niibashi actually has interacted with miyano before and it's Very Interesting so here's some choice quotes from sasaki and miyano: second years:

The teacher did most of the instructing, with one student helping out as an assistant—Niibashi, a second-year from Class A. I knew him for his refined good looks.

here's kuresawa's impression of niibashi. i know u said miyano but this is too funny not to mention. like either this is a thing everyone knows niibashi for (which, yay, new fact acquired, along with his cooking proficiency, which is a natural extension considering he keeps a sewing kit on hand. total home ec kid.) or kuresawa's just developed a hot guy radar by proxy of his gf, since that's what she's into BL-wise.

Miyano looked up, dazed for a second, but then he seemed to remember why Niibashi was around and nodded. "Oh, yeah. Sure, go ahead." The expression on his face had been—well, not quite what you might call love at first sight. It was close to the kind of look you gave someone when you saw them in town and were trying to remember whether you knew them. I would have to ask him about it later.

okay so can we all agree this is crazy. like if kuresawa had just said smthing like "hm it was like miyano was trying to remember him from somewhere" that'd be one thing but we're starting with a denial of love at first sight? what kind of expression is miyano making that a denial is even in the conversation here? I mean I'm sure that miyano is prone to like... more intense expressions than the average populace, but still... it's Something.

We were at the front door when I said to Miyano, "Hey, I saw you looking at Niibashi like you were gonna burn a hole through him. What's up with that?" I wasn't exactly bothered by it, but the image wouldn't quite leave my mind. "Oh, uh, nothing. I just think he has a pretty face..." "Listen, you—" Miyano was quick to object. "That's not what I mean! I feel like I've seen him somewhere before."

here, too, miyano begins by calling niibashi pretty, before saying he feels like he's recognized him. again why they hell are we starting with some form of attraction before moving into vague recognition? i actually can't think of where or how miyano would've noticed him too... just hanging around kagiura? we know that miyano has seen enough to notice hirano's roommate, but it's pretty clear that (at least at this point), he hasn't met kagiura, and doesn't even know his name, since he doesn't have any special reaction to sasaki asking about a "kagi-kun" until sasaki mentions the hirano connection. i need to know what this is about...!

okay. outside of that. we do actually see miyano and niibashi interact proper, when miyano's fussing abt his cookies having turned out bad and niibashi's like. they will be fine. I think niibashi's a blunt yet kind person, and we can definitely see that through the way he interacts with kagiura. I do think he's also fiercely protective of kagiura though, so his relationship with miyano on that front would be interesting? it's very situational. depends how miyano knows kagi and what stage both of them are at regarding everything. it might be nice to have another guy to confide in regarding kagi's situation, though. in the sasaki and miyano: second years novel, it's actually mentioned that niibashi's akin to the kuresawa of hirano to kagiura, so it wouldn't be too surprising to see him taking a similar advice role, though that might be a bit weird if they're recent friends...

i do also think though, because niibashi seems so confident to me, I wonder if they'd have an interaction that's kind of similar to miyano and ogasawara? like, at first miyano overhears ogasawara complaining abt BL and it's like ack! someone who dislikes me... but then he meets him and it's like oh the guy is just squabbling with his gf. and ogasawara is blunt and rude but not unkind. i could totally see a situation where niibashi comes off... not even rude, but a bit standoffish or hard to talk to, but then they work it out eventually.

as for personal wishes. I'd love to see miyano explore like. fashion with niibashi, a bit? miyano dresses pretty... Averagely, I'd say, and I don't think he has many thoughts abt it past "I'd like to look nice and want to dress Like A Guy." meanwhile niibashi has hot pink hair and there's that one cover art pic where he's wearing heels. considering the fact that he's good at home ec stuff, one has to wonder if he'd experienced anything similar to miyano... miyano "looked like a girl" but didn't dress or act like one, and for niibashi it's kind of the flipside, isn't it?

[stellaspectral]

My brain just wouldn't shut up about this scenario:

GN reader if thats okay- Reader being a friend of the rottmnt turtles and they're a lot into horseback riding so imagine they own a horse and wouldn't shut up about teaching them the basics about it and after a while they just give in and say yes and its just- *chaos* 😭

A/N: I’ll be honest, anon. I don’t know much about horses or horseback riding, so I did a bit of research. But if there’s some elements of this or terminology that’s incorrect, I apologize in advance. 😅 I tried my best!

Trial by Ride (fluff)

🟢 ROTTMNT All Turtles & Gender Neutral Reader 🟢

CWs: Horse-handling and horse-related activities, comedic peril (don't worry; no one gets seriously injured!), reluctance and anxiety on the turtles' part as well as mild frustration and embarrassment. All characters are aged-up.

Okay, this is it. This is the day.

For weeks—no, months—you’ve been the turtles’ personal equine encyclopedia. A walking, talking advertisement for the joy of horseback riding. You’ve waxed poetic about the wind whipping through your hair as you ride, the steady gait of the horse, the profound connection that blossoms between rider and steed when you learn to trust each other implicitly.

As usual, Leo would sling an arm over the back of the couch, eyes rolling so far back into his head, you’d think he was trying to see his own brain. “Oh, here we go,” he’d sigh. Raph pretended to be engrossed in his comic book. Donnie would pull up statistics on horse-related injuries. Mikey, bless his heart, is the only one who ever showed even a flicker of genuine interest.

But today, after a passionate plea involving a vivid description of a sunset trail ride, Leo threw his hands up. “Fine! Yes! We’ll do it! Just make the ‘neigh’-saying stop!” He winked, clearly proud of his pun. Raph groaned, Donnie sighed with the air of a martyr facing a morally questionable science experiment, and Mikey’s eyes lit up with excitement.

So now, here you are. Leading four oversized, bipedal turtles towards the stables where you keep Chester. Mrs. Dunne, the owner, is surprisingly cool about your friends—though you suspect she thinks they’re just very dedicated cosplayers. Or part of some avant-garde performance art troupe.

You haven’t bothered to correct her.

“Okay, team,” you whisper, trying to channel your inner instructor. “Rule number one: horses are prey animals. Sudden movements and loud noises can spook them. And spooked means unpredictable.”

“Spook?” Leo raises an eyebrow. “Buddy, we are the sudden movement and loud noise. We’re basically walking, talking spook-triggers.”

You shoot him a look. “Just … try to be chill, okay?”

Chester, a sturdy, good-natured bay gelding, is dozing in his stall. He lifts his head as you unlatch the door, his large, dark eyes blinking slowly. A soft, rumbling nicker escapes him when he sees you, and he nudges your palm in greeting. Then he spots your entourage. His eyes widen, just a fraction, and a curious, slightly bewildered snort ruffles his nostrils.

“This is Chester,” you announce proudly, stroking his sleek, warm neck. “And Chester—these are my very green friends.”

Leo gives a sweeping bow. “Greetings, Sir Chester. I humbly request passage upon your noble back.”

Chester responds by snorting directly in Leo’s face.

Leo recoils, sputtering. “Wow, okay. Boundaries. Got it.”

Mikey is already halfway into the stall before you can stop him, arms out like he’s greeting a long-lost bestie. “Bro! He’s majestic. Can I pet him? Is it cool? I mean, look at that nose. Look at that adorable nose!”

“Slow,” you caution, gently guiding Mikey’s hand. “Let him sniff you first. Horses take in a lot through scent. It’s how they get to know you.”

Raph hangs back, arms folded. “So, what—you want us to just … climb on and hope for the best?”

“Absolutely not,” you say, scandalized. “There’s so much to cover first. Like balance, communication, posture—”

Donnie cuts in, typing on his tablet. “I’ve been running simulations based on average equine carrying capacity and our respective weights. And while Chester here seems sturdy, I’d estimate only Mikey, or maybe you could actually ride without risking spinal compression injuries.”

You blink.

“HAH!” Raph barks, triumphant. “Guess I’m off the hook.”

You shoot him a grin. “Not even close. There’s groundwork. Grooming. Mucking stalls. Ever wanted to shovel poop with a pitchfork?”

His smug smile vanishes.

“Alright,” you say, clapping your hands. “Let’s start with haltering and leading. Leo, you’re up.”

Leo raises a finger. “Now, wait—why me?”

“Because you talk the most and need to learn humility,” you deadpan, tossing him a halter.

Chester watches Leo with wary tolerance as he fumbles with the halter like it’s a puzzle box. “Okay, over the nose … under the thing … where does this strap go?”

“Under the chin,” you say gently. “No, other chin strap. There you go.”

“Why are there so many straps?” Leo groans.

Chester shifts in place, flicking his tail. You see the moment he decides he’s had enough of Leo’s floundering. He jerks his head just slightly, knocking Leo off balance, who stumbles back, arms flailing—which makes Raph cackle.

Leo straightens, brushing the straw off his shell. “Okay, that was rude.”

“Welcome to horse logic.” You grin. “They know exactly who’s faking it.”

“Then I’m doomed,” Donnie mutters from behind his tablet, which now shows a list of equine warning signals. “Did you know tail swishing can signal irritation, pain, or flies?”

“It’s oftentimes flies,” you say.

“It’s also Raph breathing too loud,” Mikey chimes in, brushing Chester’s flank with a curry comb like a pro. “We vibin’, me and Chester. I can feel it.”

Chester leans into the brush, eyes half-lidded. You smile. Maybe Mikey is a natural.

“Alright, Mikey gets an A+ in brushing. Gold star.” You flash him a thumbs-up, then turn back to the others. “Now, who wants to pick hooves?”

The silence is immediate.

“… Pick what now?” Raph asks, narrowing his eyes like you’ve just suggested arm-wrestling a grizzly bear.

“Hooves,” you repeat brightly. “It’s important. Debris can get caught, and that’s how you end up with pain and other problems. Trust me, picking is not as bad as it sounds.”

Donnie glances up from his tablet. “Actually, it is exactly as bad as it sounds. This diagram—”

“Donnie, breathe,” you say, patting his shoulder. “You’re just cleaning them. Not performing surgery.”

“I’ll do it!” Mikey volunteers, bouncing slightly. “I wanna do the whole cowboy experience. I feel like I need a hat. Do I need a hat?”

You chuckle and begin demonstrating, showing them how to press gently on Chester’s fetlock, prompting him to lift his hoof. “Be calm, be confident. Always stay to the side, never right behind him. And keep your fingers out from under the hoof.”

Mikey gives it a go. And to your amazement, Chester lifts his hoof for him like they’ve been doing this forever. Mikey beams.

“See? This guy and me? Soul bros.”

Leo squints. “So the horse likes Mikey. We can all admit that’s both adorable and slightly unfair, right?”

“Alright, fine,” Raph grumbles. “Lemme try.”

You hand him the pick. He sizes up Chester like he’s about to challenge him to a wrestling match. Chester stares back, unimpressed.

“Easy,” you coach. “Don’t square up like you’re about to fight him. You’re asking, not demanding.”

Raph rolls his eyes but adjusts his stance, then presses on Chester’s leg. The gelding shifts, lifts his hoof—

—and then slams it back down with a thunderous clunk that makes Raph jump back like the floor just exploded.

“NOPE,” he declares, hands in the air. “You win. I am not arguing with a half-ton lawnmower.”

You’re laughing before you can stop yourself.

Donnie eyes the whole thing warily. “Statistically speaking, equestrian work is one of the most injury-prone hobbies. Possibly because people like Raph approach horses like demolition sites.”

“That’s not nice,” Raph grumbles.

“Okay, okay,” you say, still chuckling. “Let’s shift gears. Tacking up. Mikey, wanna help me saddle Chester?”

“Yes!” he says, taking the saddle. “Let me equip my noble steed for battle.”

He’s exaggerating, of course, and you let him have his moment.

Leo is back by the gate, observing with the air of someone hoping if he waits long enough, no one will notice he’s not participating.

“Don’t think you’re off the hook,” you call.

“I’m here for moral support!”

“Moral support won’t help me teach you proper riding,” you shoot back. “Saddle up, blue boy.”

Leo sighs dramatically as he comes closer again. “If I die, I want my funeral to have—”

“No one’s dying,” you interrupt, nudging the stirrup towards him.

After some mild struggling and a not-so-graceful mounting attempt that ends with Leo face-down in the hay, he finally gets settled in the saddle.

“Oh. This is … high. Why is it so high?”

You snort, adjusting the stirrups for him. “Because horses are tall, Leo. You’ll live.”

Leo mutters something under his breath as you give Chester a soft pat on the neck and lead him out. Mikey walks beside you like he’s in a western movie, chest puffed out, strut exaggerated, clearly envisioning himself in spurs and a ten-gallon hat. Donnie lingers near the fence, observing from what he probably thinks is a safe distance, and Raph follows behind with the same energy as someone heading to a dentist appointment.

“Alright,” you call out, “let’s talk movement. Chester responds to leg pressure, seat shifts, and light cues from the reins. Leo, how’s your balance?”

“About as stable as a Jenga tower in an earthquake,” he replies, white-knuckling the reins.

“Great. We’ll work with that.”

You step alongside Chester, keeping a hand lightly on the saddle while you guide him into a slow walk. Leo wobbles, eyes wide, knees clutching tighter than necessary.

“Relax,” you say. “You’re not on a rollercoaster. Just let your hips follow his movement.”

“I am letting my hips follow,” he says, “and at this rate, I’m gonna dislocate something.”

“Just breathe.”

“You got this, bro!” Mikey shouts. “Lookin’ like a real cowboy already!”

“More like a scarecrow,” Raph mutters, but there’s a grin pulling at his mouth.

“Alright, Leo, we’re going to stop Chester now. Sit deep and gently pull back on the reins while saying ��whoa.’ Clear?”

Leo nods, and for a moment, it almost works—until he over-pulls and Chester backs up a step in protest, snorting.

“Too much,” you warn, catching the reins. “Be gentle. It’s communication, not a tug-of-war.”

Donnie’s tapping away on his tablet again. “I’ve compiled a list of common riding mistakes. Leo has already demonstrated six of them in under three minutes. Impressive.”

“Put it on my tombstone,” Leo mumbles.

You laugh and help him dismount this time with a little more grace. Then you turn to Raph. “Alright. Your turn.”

Raph’s jaw tightens. “Nope.”

You arch a brow. “You scared?”

“Nope.”

“So prove it.”

He frowns at you, then sighs. “Fine. But if the horse bites me, I’m biting back.”

You help him up, coaching him through every step. Raph’s size makes Chester flick an ear in confusion. But to the horse’s credit, he stands solid. Once Raph’s in the saddle, he grips the reins like he’s riding into battle.

“Just relax,” you say, adjusting the stirrups.

Raph lets out a grunt, but he listens. You guide Chester in a slow loop. Raph’s more stable than Leo was, and you can see the gears turning in his head—that maybe this isn’t so bad after all.

“You’re actually doing great,” you admit.

“I’m not telling anyone about this,” he mutters.

“Your secret’s safe,” you say with a wink. “Unless Mikey posts it on his story.”

“TOO LATE!” Mikey yells from the fence, holding up his phone.

“Mikey—” Raph’s glare could melt steel, but Mikey just laughs.

Donnie, meanwhile, inches closer with a mix of curiosity and dread. “If we agree to only do groundwork, I’d be willing to test tactile desensitization. But riding? That’s outside my operational comfort zone.”

“You can help me lunge Chester later,” you say. “Good way to build trust and observe movement. Low risk.”

Donnie nods at that, appeased.

When you finally get Mikey in the saddle, he’s got no fear. Chester responds like he’s riding with a seasoned trail buddy, and you barely have to guide him.

“I was born for this!” he shouts, bragging.

“You’re doing amazing,” you say, impressed.

“Can we do barrel racing next?” Mikey asks.

You chuckle. “Absolutely not.”

By the end of the day, everyone’s dusty, a little sore, and nursing egos in varying degrees of bruised. But there’s a quiet satisfaction, too. You see it in the way Leo absentmindedly strokes Chester’s mane as he says goodbye. In how Raph offers to help carry tack without being asked. And how Donnie has taken meticulous notes on his tablet.

Mikey, of course, is already planning his next ride.

“You’re welcome,” you say to everyone, smug as anything, as you all head back to the city.

“If I start saying ‘yee-haw’ unironically,” Leo says, “I blame you.”

“Oh, you’ll be saying it. Just wait ‘til we try trotting.”

Raph groans. Donnie sighs. Mikey gasps in glee.

And you? You grin like a champion.

Best. Chaos. Ever.

[officialusagent]

Hi, John Walker here. Yes, the real John Walker aka U.S. Agent, former Captain America, current member of the New Avengers.

I don't really know what I'm doing here. For the record, I actually think this is a stupid idea, but our PR team thought it would be good for our public image, and the others agreed. So, here I am.

Feel free to ask me stuff, I guess?

[mod info under the cut]

:: hello. mod here. you can call me luka. mid 20's. she/her irl but honestly idc, i just see myself as a person so he/him and they/them work, too.

i've had a couple ask/rp blogs in the past, but they didn't last very long so i'm still finding my footing with all this, please bear with me while i do.

i'll try my best to answer in a timely manner, but unfortuantely i have to actually be a person irl, too. i also live in the uk, so timezones might sometimes factor into me responding late. if i've not answered within 2+ hrs it's likely i'm either working or snoozing.

i'm going to try and keep answers as in character as possible, but i'm obviously not the real john walker, nor am i obviously in any way an official writer for him, so some answers might be ooc. i'm here to have fun, not be perfect.

on that note, some answers might come across as a bit asshole-ish at times, because john is, well, a bit of an asshole at times. i think especially if he's feeling threatened/backed into a corner/vulnerable, etc.

i'm going to keep things canon-ish. the main difference is that i hc john as queer (as well as the rest of the thunderbolts*), so i'm going to be playing around with that. i might play around with a few other hc's, too, but nothing major.

this is a first for me, as i'm usually a multishipper, but although i hc them all as queer, i don't actually ship any of the thunderbolts* together. so, apologies, but no shipping of them will be happening here.

to me, john, yelena, bob and ava give siblings who constantly annoy the shit out of each other, but will fight anyone else who is mean to one of them vibes. with alexei acting as everyone's dad, liking to think he's the responsible adult while bucky is actually the responsible adult, who is tired and already done with their shit, wondering how the fuck he ended up as the responsible adult of the group.

you can be mean (to john. not to me. please don't be mean to me, i WILL cry). seriously, feel free to hit him where it hurts.

other ask/rp blogs are free to drop an ask/interact!

[chromecore]

hello friends! i’ve been tagged in a couple things the past few weeks so i wanted to finally get to them uwu

i was first tagged by by @elmknight and @clockworkvenus a little while ago to share the origins of my username. to be honest it’s not the most exciting story but i started yapping and i definitely did a lot more than answer the question but here we are! and then @glassrunner tagged me to fill out this get to know me tag so that will be under the cut as well!

thank you guys for tagging me i love doing these tag games hehe <3

get to know your mutuals and tag 6!

Favorite color: oh i love them all but pink and blue

Last song: i’m gonna assume this means listened to? plan b by megan the stallion u_u

Currently reading: piñata by leopoldo gout. it’s a great read i just have horrible time management skills and am trying to repair my tiktok attention span so it’s taking a while to finish

Currently watching: ted lasso with my partner and pen15 by my lonesome

Currently craving: “whatever life feels like when I'm not burned out lol” <- prev answer honestly a mood but i could also go for some tofu stew

Coffee or tea: matcha when i can afford it but rn coffee because i can’t afford matcha u_u

Last song I sang out loud: mmmm naked in manhattan by chappel roan???

Favorite chip flavor: …takis but don’t judge me i get the trader joe’s ver with no red dye and a mild amount of spice because i’m at the age where my stomach fucking gives out whenever i eat actual takis

Last book I opened: same as my currently reading

Earbuds vs. headphones vs. nothing: i do enjoy headphones a bit more than earbuds but my curly hair can get flattened weird by them sometimes so i guess i use headphones when i’m home and my earbuds when i’m out lol

Last place I went to other than home: my partner’s house

A color that looks good on me: i’ve been struggling a bit with my body image lately so i’ve only really been wearing black lol but i feel like darker colors in general look best on me regardless

Last trailer I saw: mmm i honestly don’t have a clue i want to say the last trailer i watched that kept my full attention was final destination bloodlines lol i know it’s been out for a week or so but i’m not seeing it until this saturday with my siblings *-* honestly pumped

origins of chromecore

i had played cyberpunk for the first time honestly maybe a year or two ago. it was gifted to me by my sibling on the ps4 (I KNOW…) and then on the ps5 after i bought my partner one. first time i played on my pc was march or april i think. i believe i was about halfway through a playthrough with the v that i would later develop into vivienne <333 and i realized in the back of my mind randomly that in all this time i’ve been playing and falling in love with these characters i’d never once checked ao3 for fic. this was my first mistake /j time getting exposed to other people’s ocs and the community and but i was just instantly reminded of my time on deviantart as a kid making silly ocs for the anime i watched with my friends… it made me so nostalgic! not to be dramatic but like tangent time maybe it’s the abusive relationship i was in a while ago but i got all the life and joy and whimsy sucked out of me by this leach of a manchild and i felt like all my interests were childish and stupid. i didn’t do anything but work and take care of an apt for almost two years. i know now that he’s a narcissistic prick that couldn’t handle that i was better than him at everything but he did a lot of damage to my mental health regardless so. it took me a while to unlearn those things. anyways back to the point i was hit in the nostalgia reminiscing but here were all these people still doing what they loved regardless of where they were in their life and i was just like in awe. like wow… i wanna be apart of this…

so ANYWAYS skip forward a little i keep playing my game, but i spent most of my time dicking around in photomode and debating whether or not i wanted to try and return to fandom life. eventually i came across @luvwich and her wonderful novel of a fic (read. it. even if you don’t know anything about cyberpunk she has such a way with words i genuinely am so in love with this fic that i don’t want it to end and have yet to read the last few chapters. i’m insane) and i also came across mike in game for the first time around the same time and it was a wrap. he was kind of the final piece of the puzzle. the final nail on the coffin of my free time if you will. i don’t know i’d managed to go however many playthroughs without meeting mike but i suppose i never realized how many gigs reggie offers you lol but anyways i was in love with his loser ass

i made an ao3 account just to let luvwich know her fic changed my life and after doing some brainstorming and studying of other people’s cyberpunk usns i managed to snag chrome_hearts on ao3 which i thought was such a cool usn. i tried every variation i could on tumblr but apparently it’s a clothing brand or something lol so i eventually settled for chromecore. i do think it has a better ring to it though. the alliteration rolls off the tongue a bit nicer. i was hesitant to start posting but i’m so glad i did because i’ve met sooo many wonderful people and made so many new friends and here we are! my old tv fandom/kpop blog turned video game/personal blog owo

i’ll tag (no pressure of course) @soju-poppi @me-ns @angelsofcode @sixthmagic @weisshapt to do both or just one if you’ve already been tagged or have a preference!! love to get to know some of my newer moots!! annnd @luvwich @elmknight and @clockworkvenus to do the get to know ur mutuals game since i know you guys already did the other one <3 if you waaaant have fun

[missworld444]

"Summer of 2025 was hands down the best summer"⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

R u ready too have the best summer ever? 2 feel better, look better, and be better? I know I am. I have been planning this summer since December so I would love 2 help a girl out with some tips ৻( •̀ ᗜ •́ ৻) disclaimer I'm not forcing anybody too do this. this is my personal guide because I wanna glow up and be the best that I can be. I am just showing people what I'm gonna do too live the life I wanna live.

style:

having a cute style this summer will make u feel like a doll( ◕ᗜ◕ ) find a style that makes u happy! U can go on Pinterest and make a board too help u match a vibe that suits ur character 4 this summer >:3 the style I'm going 4, is like a rich girl in the 2000s who plays sims 2 and goes shopping all day. so I decided too go on depop and buy some clothes!! I bought 15 items so if u wanna haul lemme knowヽ(≧∀≦)ﾉ

mindset:

"Yolo" is how ur gonna have a fun summer. Don't be afraid 2 put urself out there. Go on random sidequests with ur friends, meet boys, go 2 parties (hell throw a party if u can), make a friend group or hangout with that one girl u have a friend crush on all summer. You Only Live Once.

Hobbies:

keeping urself busy is gonna be important this summer if you know u wanna make the cheer team next year, practice. Set goals 4 urself, 4 example: this summer I am gonna learn how dunk in basketball so 4 next year I'll be able too show off. Some hobby ideas you can do are, volleyball, cheerleading, basketball, instruments, drawing, reading, writing, ect!

Knowledge:

as much dumb stuff a girl is gonna do this summer I still wanna learn. I realized how much aspects of the world I don't know about so I'm gonna take my time too study topics I find interest and write papers about them. You can also read (like I'm gonna do) too expand vocab and too keep myself entertained. Once I finish my books I'll write a book report and post them on here! you can also study for next year too make next school year easier. if ur handwriting is ugly then you can practice fixing it! I know I am(T_T).

Cleaning (around you) :

staying clean around you can be a tough task. Believe me I know from experience. But that is gonna change. some good ways u can stay clean around is taking a day too tackle ur room. getting rid of clothes you don't wear/need, organizing ur vanity, wiping down literally crevice in ur room, clean under ur bed, ect. After you take a day too deep clean start taking at least 20 minutes every night too organize ur space too keep it clean. Every once and a while you wipe down ur surfaces and dust ur room then, voilà. 

Tomorrow you will see a post that goes in depth in personal hygiene so pls stay tuned!! 💕

that's it for now for my summer guide I'm taking this really seriously because I'm trying to have one of the best summers ever so I hope this can help u. Just remember too have fun and try not to take anything too seriously don't risk a burnout. Tootles!! (◍•ᴗ•◍)

[madameisaacpereire]

Showing Henry your new shoes by jumping onto the sofa next to him and tossing your feet into his lap. Batting your lashes and having a sweet smile on your face as you await his opinion. May or may not have been bought with his credit card! (pic: the shoes in question)

omg i love those shoes. now, i normally wouldn't seriously entertain the idea of henry being some kind of super giving bf (though i do find it incredibly possible and likely, i don't dare think about it too much for fear of my writings drifting too far out of character) but i'm reading june's book club book today (summer in the city, alex aster. i follow along with the readings of the parkcityavenue book club on instagram and adore it idc how frivolous this sounds. i love romance.) and so i'm giggling over this idea.

WARNING idk how close any of this is to how henry would genuinely be. this is just my entirely self indulgent daydream while i'm fresh off reading a silly billionaire romance with very little literary merit.

i see this working best in a situation where you're financial equals and had extremely similar financial upbringings. just so he doesn't run the risk of feeling used, you know? but with this in mind, i'm sure he'd love spending money on the right person. perhaps too much money. i don't think you'd be dating, bc i don't think he dates in the traditional sense (how many times have you heard a guy his age call themselves 'too evolved' for labels? sorry but he's the same as them,) but i can see you being friends that have morphed into more.

think: if angel wasn't a tragic story. yes yes yes. anyway, so it would probably start with his paying for things anytime you're out together. gentlemanly, merely henry fulfilling his chivalrous duty. but eventually you'd start to find spare cash hidden about your own apartment. some under the couch, some in a pair of shoes, some in a purse. $20 here, $50 there... for reference, $20 back then would be $77.62 today. $50 would be $200 today. it's no small sum.

when confronted about it, he'd probably say he remembers you complaining about wanting new shoes, but you're too responsible to really dip into your own allowance. depending on the type of person you are, you might try to give the money back, or elect to keep it somewhere safe without using it. but eventually, you'd see something you really want. something you'd deem too frivolous. and you'd like it so much that you cave. so you use the cash he left for this precise purpose, and you buy the item.

first it might be something small. small enough to justify, at least. a bracelet or delicate necklace that clearly costs more than you'd typically part with, but it's within the realm of possibility. and i don't think he'd verbally acknowledge it, but he'd probably know you well enough to know that you finally gave in; that you allowed him to buy you something frivolous.

and eventually you'd find yourself getting used to it. accepting the money that just appears without argument. even acknowledging that he has paid for your new things. 'do you like the earrings you got me?' or 'this is the new skirt you bought.'

you'd never get to the point where you expect it- you aren't like bunny. and this makes him all the more generous. it would become this cheeky, flirtatious, extra component to your relationship. and seeing you in things he bought would thrill him, what with his yearning to be needed, and appreciated, and to control everything. this would feel like a deeper layer of control to him, i think.

which would eventually lead to this. you skipping into his apartment, wearing a new pair of prada shoes- your most costly purchase yet- and resting them on his lap.

"they suit you," he'd say, though he would hardly spare them a glance, "but i'd rather you keep them off my lap, angel. you'll spoil my suit."

i imagine your cheeks would tinge pink when he gently nudges your feet toward the floor. you'd feel some level of embarrassment, yes, but also an almost perverse sense of pride, of pleasure, due to the fact that you've gotten his approval.

oh yeah. this dynamic could and would turn toxic so fast.

[macbethz]

Ok here is my Secret Good Doctor Who that I’ve created in a haze of sickness last night. Mandatory disclaimer that I’m just having fun here it’s not that serious & this may be nothing. I kinda wanted to play around with some of the same ideas even the ones I don’t necessarily like

14 specials are almost the same

S14 is similar, but Ms flood instead of Susan triad. We don’t need 2 mysterious old women who keep turning up in every time period. Season is longer and better. 4th wall breaks remain, heavier emphasis placed on the parallels to s1

Throughout season 14 the doctor claims to be mentally healthy and unburdened by his past, but the cracks begin to show

Big bad of s14 is the Rani, who (sigh) does bigenerate. The rani is angry at the doctor for creating a world run on magic instead of science.

Small scene with Ms Flood establishes bigeneration as a kind of genetic dead end, where the previous incarnation is expected to serve the next and has no regenerations of their own.

Ruby is revealed to have been created by the rani at the orders of a Bigger Bad named the storyteller to be the perfect companion. This figure is also the mysterious boss of the meep from the specials. The rani does this bc she believes the storyteller shares her goals of bringing back Gallifrey and has convinced her the doctor is essential in this and can be manipulated thru companions

She’s defeated somehow but doesn’t die for future story potential. Ms flood dies

Ruby leaves because she wants to learn who she is outside of the doctor, feels slightly betrayed by him - even though it’s not his fault, she was essentially Made For Him and it’s weird

Doctor meets Belinda. Belinda wants to go home and clashes with the doctor often. The doctor convinces her at every turn to go on increasingly dangerous adventures, and she becomes charmed by him

Big character moment with a scene equivalent to the one in Song Contest but with better politics: we have a dark doctor moment and Belinda remembers why she didn’t trust him in the first place, hates how quickly came around to him & feels manipulated

Belinda meets ruby, learns about her, increased distrust of the doctor

Belinda is manipulated into betraying the doctor during key pre-finale story beat I have not worked out yet. 15 realizes that despite his best efforts to be the healed doctor, he still has a lot of darkness within him

The big bad of this season is the storyteller, who is revealed to be…..14?!

14 lived thru both Donna and Rose’s eventual deaths, which reawakened 10’s usual insecurities surrounding morality. That + the timeless child revelations drove him to an obsession with the past, both in a desire to learn about his past lives and to use the newly flexible rules of the universe to recreate his glory days. He wants 15 to take his “rightful place” in the pantheon as God of Stories. (Missy + valeyard parallels)

Essentially 14 represents the past and the darker side of nostalgia, while 15 represents hope for the future. This ties in the political aspects rtd was grasping for (the role of traditionalism and nostalgia in the rise of fascism) without being too heavy-handed, as well as commenting on the show itself and the media landscape in general

14 does cheeky 4th wall breaks and meta shit

Finale culininates in a semi-redemption for 14. 15 accepts both his past and the darker sides of himself rather than simply trying to ignore them and hope they go away, re-absorbing 14. Rather than obsessing over the countless lives that he forgot, he instead looks to the future; those lives aren’t part of who he is, they might as well be a different person, someone he’s curious to learn about but not to the point of insanity. This leaves pre-1 regenerations open to exploration without the show feeling like it has to explore them at the expense of new stories. It also maintains 15’s role as a more emotionally vulnerable and healed doctor while still allowing him to have an arc and morally ambiguous moments

Belinda and the doctor part on bittersweet terms, she still doesn’t fully trust him but appreciates the time she had with him, realizes she feels some nostalgia for their adventures now that they’re over, which is part of the doctor’s allure

15 maybe regenerates idk i want him to have more seasons but this arc is done. Maybe a kind of soft regeneration like late 11

Would writing my own Good Ncuti Era be too parasocial or

[thisghosts-obsessions-again]

I am not by all means a mafia trope fan... but revenge stories? High stakes drama? Sign me up for that short @when-life-gives-you-lemons-if !!!

[shannonsketches]

Why is the anime so weird, it's not even the same series dude?? It's like,

Anime:

GOKU: I have a great idea to bring peace to the universe, and my leadership and compassion alone will unite us all. I have No Flaws and am A True Relatable Everyman :)

VEGETA: NO! I AM THE BEST AND I WILL CAUSE PROBLEMS UNTIL I AM RECOGNIZED AS SUCH!!!!

Manga:

GOKU: Vegeta what's cornmeal made of? I know it's what the corn eats, but what's it made of? VEGETA: Hey Kakarot let's play the quiet game until one of us dies.