i will write for these fandoms … arcane, the last of us, yellowjackets, bg3, tomb raider, the hunger games, danganronpa, and red dead redemption.
pretty much fair game requesting wise. i will not write incest or age gaps involving a minor and adult character. kinks, i don’t mind, just no scat, vomit, or general butt stuff . 💖
in my perfect world wonder woman was a past avatar because fire lord ozai would have been dead the second aang entered the avatar state and kataang wedding would’ve been planned since day 1
abby is not a fascist literally at all y’all throw that word around willy nilly it’s ridiculous
she is literally in the fictional idf with issac at top as an authoritarian figure that orders them to kill and steal land from people or print out wlf propoganda for the good of their own kind as their military faction while demonizing the seraphites as people and in their religion. it’s harder pinning down definitions for fictional characters in these sorts of apocalyptic situations but this is a fine reading of her character when you see other people (ellie, dina) that make note of how insane it all is
i’m done arguing about this my account is dedicated to abby i’m clearly a fan but it’s all hell when i actually talk about her character before her arc
abby being a fascist who kills children and the top soldier of a military group drawing clear illusions to the idf throughout half of her section but somehow getting a fan base that only analyzes her character via smut fanfiction and can’t handle her actual character or jokes about it… such a good character too like she has a clear, loving story arc but she’s been cursed so bad 😭😭
hi I THINK that was me and yes the woman who is the top soldier in a military group that kills, displaces and tortures children is not woke 😩☹️☹️ who would’ve thought white girl (from UTAH) who’s story is about how fascist she is and how revenge ruined her life wouldn’t be voting blue in a modern setting
edit: i also struggle to see how people see abby, a woman who is very outwardly a terrible person and top soldier that has no issue with killing or otherwise harming children as shown in her first day is being portrayed on here like a sullen blue collar essential worker who just loves her son. like yes, she loves her transgender adopted son that’s very cute but are half of you guys actually paying attention to what you consume or tumblr sexy manning her to fit your standards
not meant to be hate on your opinion or anything everyone is allowed to have opinions. i just don't personally see her the way you see her. she's very open about her love for lev and her respect for his identity, her disgust when yara had mentioned he was meant to be married off to some grown man, and manny is like a brother to her, she even lives with him.
i don't know if it was just me that saw all those little details but i don't think she would support a rapist who is murdering children and innocent people for no reason every day and then bragging about it. i'm not justifying what abby did because yes she did horrible things and everyone can agree on that but i don't think actions in an apocalyptic setting would translate to her being that way in a modern one. i hope you can see where i'm coming from because i can definitely understand your perspective!
i never said she was maga! thanks for the nice response people on tumblr r usually crazy. even modern day abby would still be a white woman who lives in utah and likely rich and incredibly privileged with a doctor father. love her downnn but she is not a saint and most basic conservatives would agree with her that marrying children and abusing them is bad, they are just hypocrites, like abby who is shown to be. i can’t tell you her exact political standings in the modern world, because that doesn’t exist but a woman who supports evil, abusive men for her ow gain and selfish interest… well!
this is kinda a silly srgumejt tho bc i post about abby being a republican because it’s funny for my oomfs and i, but abby also killed children. like she was the top soldier she was absolutely killing children and her boss tortures naked people in the stadium so she isn’t above supporting evil people. as she changes throughout the story, her bigotry begins to melt away and she becomes a better person through her relationship with lev, and when i joke about her being republican she’s not a crazy sling slashing magat, she is literally just how she is positioned in the story. she loves her minority friends, she learns and takes part of their culture and yet she is in a fascist military group that would kill said minorities for their own benefit
hi I THINK that was me and yes the woman who is the top soldier in a military group that kills, displaces and tortures children is not woke 😩☹️☹️ who would’ve thought white girl (from UTAH) who’s story is about how fascist she is and how revenge ruined her life wouldn’t be voting blue in a modern setting
edit: i also struggle to see how people see abby, a woman who is very outwardly a terrible person and top soldier that has no issue with killing or otherwise harming children as shown in her first day is being portrayed on here like a sullen blue collar essential worker who just loves her son. like yes, she loves her transgender adopted son that’s very cute but are half of you guys actually paying attention to what you consume or tumblr sexy manning her to fit your standards
a/n : my bad this is took me forever i'm on a job hunt, and this shit sucks :cry:. i never quite know if people want headcanons or a one shot, so one shot you get. i’m gonna be honest i had no clue what i was doing with this one… takes place in the same universe as the last fic!!
cw; reader is black!! and has braids . i am basing reader's outfits off of the studs i know. think big pants, intricate belts, ingraved jackets, rings and hats. this takes place in the same universe as my last stud reader fic. some angst
,,,
Since your last date, Abby's adjusted to seeing you dressed. Or rather, underdressed. You've come around to seeing her braid undone, golden waves cascading down her back and stray strands tickling the sensitive spot on her neck she presses your lips against at night.
Abby's very physical. She's started holding her hand out to be kissed before she leaves for a patrol, she lifts up her tank for you to nip at her belly, she nibbles the tips of your fingers as she reads. You've come to accept all of her sweet quirks, but you didn't expect this.
Soldiers are gearing up for a battle no one can be sure will happen. A heard will run through, but it's always been someone else's job to deal with the infected before they reach the main base. Red lights flicker through the stadium, the warning of war. You're on edge, teeth clattering in the cold of night since the heat has been allocated for those who need it the most.
It's your girlfriend who will suffer the most if worst is to come to worst. Issac's top killer, after all. She spends the night to soothe the nerves she doesn't communicate.
You feel her fingers tighten around your scalp as she pushes you further into her neck. Abby's leaned against your headboard, head lulled back, and her shirt and bra stripped to give you better access. It's early morning now, and you'll have to dress if you want to help anyone gear up for battle.
Abby sighs, loud and dramatic as her index fingers taps against your forehead. "I don't want to get up." She whines, sporting her sweetest pout to get you in closer. Abby loosely tugs at one braid, slightly worn at the edges after a week of running around base.
"You don't want to," You echo, wetting your lips to put them right back where they belong. "But you have to."
Abby groans at the bittersweet motivation. Five minutes later she’s fixing you an outfit with the pile assorted near your bed. She gets you to wear her pants, claiming girlfriend privileges as she snaps your belt into place.
“I don’t think I’ve worn a belt since I was twelve.” She teases, fanning her fingers across your exposed waist. Theres blue stripes in the belt, still keeping her with you even when the durags faded after too many nights spent in Abby’s laundry. You snicker, leaning back into her. If this is a good enough distraction for her, you’ll let her dress you as her twin whenever.
Warning signals fire from the tall, barely obscured windows and you both know that means danger and too much stress to bare. Abby puts on your rings too, five for her and the rest to you.
“Think these are sharp enough?” Dull, ruby red gemstones shine on her pale fingers in the morning light. They won’t, but you aren’t killing your girlfriend’s hope.
“Definitely.” You hum, leaning over to kiss her cheek before she gets too caught up in wrapping herself in every weapon she can find. Gun holster gartered around her taut thigh, she’s already prepared.
Abby stays long enough to haul a shirt over your head, and scratch her fingers at the back of your neck. She could carve her initial here, assuming she doesn’t get distracted in the process. She’s always been the type to fall asleep during haircuts.
When she leaves, breathing steadied and hand drawn into her pockets, you know she’ll be back before the quarantine. That, and you’d be stuck with Manny and Alice.
Abby x butch reader whose always put together but its her first time seeing them in lounge wear im talking a durag, wife beater and basketball shorts Guys im not being racist im black and just wanna see more stud reader☹️🙏🏾
a/n this is my first black reader request, THANK GOD!! I’ve never worn a durag, so my experience is coming from watching my brother tuck his very long afro into a durag to impress girls at school. (it didn’t work, he was a nerd). readers hair is never specified
cw: suggestive ending. abby has a basketball shorts kink i guess.
You had been dating Abby for a few weeks before the relationship had moved from faux casual meetings around base, to proper sleepovers. Well, it was more of a date. Abby's guarded and hides her real feelings behind a thick wall you've only just managed to break down, chip by chip. So you'd invited Abby over for the week, and she showed up at your door with foraged flowers and her best DVDS.
What she didn't expect, was seeing you dressed so casually. Not in trousers or the WLF standard jackets, your initials pinned on the letterman, but dressed for what this actually was.
Seattle was cold and unforgiving in the later months of the year, but as long as they could afford to keep the heater on and the showers cramped, you were content. There was an expectation that everyone in this stadium be prepared all the time. Gun strapped to your leg or hair tied up in case a hoard of clickers burst through those doors. Can't afford to get dragged, even if it's by the school children these days.
You had traded your para-military uniform for something suitable. If the date night goes as you expect it will, you don't want to be wearing something you'll have to shimmy around in. That and your hair needs a refresh.
A blue durag for your blue-eyed girlfriend, and basketball shorts that had been well-worn twenty years before you'd stepped into them. The hem of your wife beater stains with the chocolate your girlfriend had given you a few days prior. "Sweets for my sweetheart." She had declared in a voice that very quickly revealed her embarrassment. It was sweet. She was sweet.
Now, as Abby steps inside your clipped half-apartment, she's sucking in her bottom lip. Flushed and Embarrassed once again. She presses the flowers to your chest, curving your hug on accident.
“Abby?” You venture, raising a brow. She’s wearing a band shirt with strained, cropped sleeves and the coziest sweatpants she most likely stole from Manny. It’s cute, though. You still want your hug.
She says your name back, head tilted towards the overarching windows bleeding moonlight into the room. She missed watching the sunset with you, but if she can get her eyes away from your body, she’ll tell you all about the stars.
“Flowers for–uh.” Abby trails off, shifting her feet as her footing fails. You fear she might be having a stroke before she does a glance over. She isn’t dying, she’s just attracted to you. You bite back your smirk, slinking closer to your girlfriend.
“Thanks, Abby.” She doesn’t flinch. Before you had started dating, she was incredibly touchy. A hand on your shoulder, a thumb digging into your thigh as she drove, blowing air kisses when you left her immediate proximity. But now it’s romantic, and the touch, once so familiar, is foreign with an underbelly of tension. Her fingers twitch at your waist, feeling the skin beneath your tank.
“Let’s—let’s get this started, yeah?” The DVD’s clank in her heavy hands, and you take them to lighten the load. All 0.5 grams of them had poor Abby flailing her hands. She isn’t used to this.
You walk her over to the makeshift sofa and ancient television, and out from the apocalypse you are. Abby’s first pick was the first season of television show.
Your leg brushes against hers, bare there where hers is covered. This is nothing new for your girlfriend, not generally speaking. She had touched you many times, but the prolonged period has her stuffy. You make the first move, and fifteen minutes into the first episode, she’s curled against your side.
Five episodes in, and she’s all over you. She pokes inaccuracies in the script, nose against your neck, hand splayed under your wife beater to lay on your belly.
“Is your favorite color blue?” That question comes out of nowhere. She’s reached the babbling stage. She really loves you. You snort, cocking your head to see her pressed close enough you can count her lashes. She half-smiles back at you.
“Why do you ask?” Your favorite color would be whatever Abby decided it was, right about now. She points at your durag, smug.
“You’re wearing blue, doofus.” You’re wearing blue because the woman facing you has eyes as big as puppy’s, and she’s curious as one too. “Blue like the sky, blue like the ocean,” She pauses, then the real grin comes.
“Blue like my eyes.”
You laugh in her face, but the pout doesn’t come. Your hands come to steady her, and she takes to your lap before she can see the characters making the same mistakes they did mere episodes ago. You don’t dignify her with a response, but the proximity says enough.
“You’re such a dork, baby.” She kisses you, always focused on your top lip when she can nudge the bottom against your tongue. “I’m getting you out of those shorts, you know?”
anon i love you so much i'm not even joking this is the best request i've ever gotten. i love writing mama abby so much. I wrote this in like an hour after receiving the ask i was very excited
cw: general mama abby headcanons, no kids are explicitly named. I like to think she'd name her babies very serious things but give them stupid ass nicknames though
<3 Very stern mother. She does not tolerate disrespect in her home and she makes that abundantly clear. Punishments are standard. Pull away for a talking to, stay in your room until x, y, or z, write a letter to her or the offended party explaining what you did and how you plan to avoid ever doing it again.
<3 Abby makes up songs on the spot to serenade her babies. It's actually ridiculous the things she comes up with, and it embarrasses her kids to no end. One of her kids doesn't use lotion after a shower and she's air guitar-scolding them to get back into the bathroom, or they get her a nice mother's day gift and she's singing about how she has the sweetest baby in the whole world. Very silly, and very rarely will she ever sing anything serious. Maybe in the car during a road trip she'll whip out the 99 bottles of pop on the wall song, and give up after 70.
<3 On the topic of road trips, you bet your ass she is not pulling over unless she has to! She is not the biggest fan of driving long distance, and usually she'll end up using it as a learning opportunity. "You aren't too old to sit on mama's lap, are you?" And her eldest ends up steering the wheel and promptly getting pulled over for unsafe driving. "Won't happen again, officer." And there her kid is, two hours later in the same position.
<3 Very affectionate mama. She slept in her father's bed until she was fifteen and demanded scalp massages long after that, and would feel almost offended if her kids weren't the same. Kids are sleeping in her bed well into their teenage years and sprawling out across her lap at any time of the day.
<3 Absolutely participates in mommy-daughter/mommy-son dances and dates. Her kids are getting flowers and chocolate for Valentine's day and enough kisses to have them feigning disgust, pulling her away and then promptly crawling back into her lap to share their treats.
<3 So in love with her babies, truly. Kisses on the nose, the cheeks, the brow and the crown. If she's feeling particularly mushy she starts nibbling on their face or aims for the corner of the lips, pointing out features that aligns with hers. "You have my eyes," And her stubborn set of brows.
<3 Abby loves to adorn her kid's gifts. Third grade macaroni necklaces and flower crowns and rings adorned when her babies are away for too long. She won't outright admit it, but everyone knows. Her Instagram feed is all photos of things her kids have crafted, and she remembers to post for their birthday every year with the most ridiculous photos she can find.
She does everything for her angels. All in 10/10 mama bear.
people will shut the fuck up about ellabs and stop acting like it’s the most problematic, evil, ship that has some large fan base that attacks them horrendously. the ao3 tag is dead half the year and the most traction we get is from thirteen year old ellie stans bringing waves of hate to the tags after making a lame tiktok about it.
gummygunk
kianamaiart
tangentwithtanner
dailybridgerton
stormborns
