#even from the switch to strict top/bottom part of this ships

[olderthannetfic]

https://olderthannetfic.tumblr.com/post/739683077572395008/kids-in-my-anime-adjacent-fandom-discoursing-over

Reminds me of the time I found out that most East Asian BL writers actually have a set bottom/top dynamic and that switching is very very rare. I think the author for MDZS/The Untamed said that the main couple shouldn't be switched, and that the Chinese Danmei fandoms do follow that for the most part. As in, most Danmei fandoms do not switch the dynamics of the top/bottom in general, nor do they do much switching at all? Which makes it absolutely hilarious how the Western fandoms keep insisting certain Danmei boys to be switches or switching their dynamics and claiming it's canon. TGCF/Heaven official's blessing seems to be such a case, from the same author as MDZS. Author says Red dude is the top, and White dude is the bottom. Western fandom starts arguing dynamics because there's no porn in the books. (Apparently Chinese censorship bc one of them is a God.)

And just to be clear, I'm just sharing what I got told, so if you don't like it, that's not my problem. If I'm wrong though, I'd welcome the clearing up.

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Sighhhhh.

Anon... Yes, this is roughly correct, but it's also just tonally kind of wacky. It's like if someone sent me an ask going "Apparently, some women ship m/m, but don't quote me on that".

If I don't like it, that's not your problem?

Really?

What a whiny bitch-ass thing to say in someone's inbox, dude.

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Anyway, on the actual topic, yes, 100% strict top/bottom roles have been the norm in many Asian fandoms and, to some extent, foreign fandoms for Asian media.

That doesn't mean nobody ever likes switches there though. There are terms for that. It's just not as common and doesn't sell or get clicks as well.

Yes, you can generally tell from BL/danmei canons exactly who the top and bottom are even if there's no sex. It's like reading a Regency romance novel and figuring out which love interest is "the rake" or whatever. It's more than just who sticks it in: It's a whole constellation of character cliches that go together.

The only reason Western fans can't tell is 1. bad translations that lose the flavor of the original, 2. n00bs not knowing the tropes, 3. willful blindness.

It's like that post from a while back about shizun-fuckers. Yeah, there are tons of ships where the older partner is the top, but this trope is about reversing that, and it's so unbelievably unsubtle.

I've heard that Yami no Matsuei's set of leads is so wacky because the author changed direction on who was the main lead and who was supposed to read as more of a bottom and thus this one dude doesn't read as quite the trope he was probably originally supposed to be.

(Cue reheated zombie wank about who's the bottomiest bottom out of all of the abused woobies in YnM.)

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Re Chinese censorship, it has varied over time. I'm no expert either, so people are welcome to chime in, but basically, a lot of horny stuff is straight up illegal on the mainland and they've been cracking down in recent years in a way they didn't a while back.

A lot of danmei novels will have the less censored version printed in Taiwan.

It's not just about some character being a god: it's about the entire concept of pornography being illegal.

Some decades, you can push the boundaries a lot; some, you can't.

[aoelustious]

Okay.

I wasn’t going to write this.

I SWEAR I wasn’t going to write this. But here we are.

Every six months this stupid discourse rises from the grave and we all pretend we’ve never seen it before like it isn’t the exact same drama from 2015, 2017, 2019, 2022, and last month.

But let’s break it down. Like. For real. Because the "switch hate discourse" isn’t just shipping squabbles. It’s actually the weird, secret graveyard where queerphobia, kinkphobia, fandom purity culture, and straight-up smugness go to die.

And nobody wants to admit that.

1) Is switch hate secretly queerphobia?

Short answer:

Yes. A lot of the time.

Long answer:

People get real weird about who tops and bottoms in queer ships because queer ships force them to pick a “man” and a “woman.”

Even if they don’t realize it.

“Oh he’s obviously the top because he’s taller/older/richer/meaner.”

“Oh she would never top, she’s so shy and soft uwu.”

“Oh this character can’t bottom, they’re TOO MASCULINE.”

Notice something? These aren’t character reads. These are gender panic. These are old straight world rules about who gets to be dominant and who gets to submit, snuck into queer space wearing a cosplay wig.

Switching DESTROYS this little mental structure. Switching says "no one’s locked in one role." Switching says "they can both give and take." Switching says "the top/bottom dynamic isn’t fixed, and maybe isn’t even the point."

And that makes people freak the hell out.

Because if you take away the straight-coded power dynamic…

What’s left?

Two humans. Equal. Changing. Wanting different things on different days.

And for some people, that’s horrifying. So they scream about “OOC” and “character integrity” and “it would NEVER happen” when really they just mean:

“I don’t know how to process this if no one is The Man or The Woman.”

2) But also... sometimes it’s just kink. And that’s fine.

Some people LIKE fixed roles.

Some people need it for the fantasy to work.

You want Master/slave? Fine. The top is the top. That’s the whole fantasy.

You want age-difference teacher/student dom/sub? Fine. Switching ruins that.

You want strict power imbalance? Guess what. It kinda matters who’s doing what.

This is okay. This is normal. This is called kink framework and it’s not a moral crime to want it a certain way.

You’re not queerphobic because your brain goes “hmm yes Top X good.”

You’re not a bad queer for not wanting to imagine Bottom Y flipping the script.

Your brain likes what it likes. You’re allowed.

(You just can’t pretend everyone else is wrong for liking it the other way. More on that in a minute.)

3) But wait—what about the "Switch Shipper Superiority Complex"?

Here’s the fun part:

The “switch hate” side can be queerphobic...

But so can the “switch purity” side.

You know the posts:

“Real queers ship switch.”

“Fixed dynamics are inherently heteronormative and bad.”

“If you don’t switch your ship you’re just a repressed straight person in denial.”

STOP.

REAL QUEER PEOPLE IN REAL LIFE SOMETIMES HAVE FIXED DYNAMICS.

And they LIKE IT.

Because it turns them on. Because it feels safe. Because it’s fun. Because it’s what they negotiated in their own real adult queer sex life.

Acting like “switching makes you morally superior” is just a new flavor of purity policing.

It’s not revolutionary. It’s smug.

Some queer people top 100% of the time. Some bottom 100%. Some switch. Some don’t. Some like fic where their faves act that way. None of this makes them better queers than you.

4) So when does this become a problem?

The moment you start pretending it’s moral instead of taste.

❌ “Your fic is abusive because you made X a bottom.”

❌ “You’re perpetuating toxic masculinity by letting Y top.”

❌ “You can’t ship that way if you’re queer. Real queers switch.”

No. You are wrong. This is where the rot lives.

This is kinkshaming. This is queerphobia. This is straight world panic dressed up in queer words.

Your personal headcanon about whose dick goes where is not a social justice issue.

5) Why does this discourse never die?

Because sex and queerness are still scary in people’s heads.

Because fandom is the only place some people work out these feelings.

Because most of us grew up on straight media and we are still shaking off the brainworms.

Because nobody taught us that two queers can fuck in ways that don’t map onto “man/woman.”

Because secretly, a lot of people want their faves to obey old rules.

And when they don’t—when switch fic shows up, gleaming and free and ruleless—it feels wrong in a way they can’t name.

So they scream. About tops and bottoms. Like that’s going to fix it.

6) So what’s the real truth here?

Sometimes switch hate is queerphobia.

Sometimes it’s kink preference.

Sometimes switch shippers are annoying and self-righteous, too.

Sometimes it’s just fandom being fandom.

And none of this makes you a morally better person.

Not for liking switch.

Not for liking fixed dynamics.

Not for Top X or Bottom Y or Flip Switch Reversible PolyVerse RarePair whatever.

You’re not a better queer because your ship switches.

You’re not a worse queer because they don’t.

You're just weird on the internet. Like the rest of us.

TL;DR:

Sometimes switch hate = queer panic.

Sometimes switch hate = just vibes.

Sometimes switch love = superiority complex.

You are not radical for how you assign imaginary dick.

Go touch grass.

BONUS TAG YOURSELF:

🍑 "Switch or die"

🍆 "Top X truther 4 life"

🛐 "I worship at the altar of Bottom Y"

📖 "I just read for plot what is happening"

💀 "Why are we still doing this in 2025"

🌿 "Touching grass AS WE SPEAK"

[shiki-aki]

thoughts on uke shiki (specifically shiki ed1 & the cat and mouse ending)

ngl I'm probably not the best person to ask this LOL; I prefer strict top/bottom roles in my ships, and it doesn't help that Shikiaki's relationship and characterizations are very ingrained in the dom/sub dynamic. I'm aware that personality has no correlation with people's sexual preferences when it comes to topping or bottoming, but part of why I like Shikiaki so much is because their everyday personalities are somewhat tied to their sexual preferences. I do have ships where switching makes sense to me because of the nature of their dynamic (Griffguts from Berserk, Narusasu from Naruto) but Shikiaki isn't one of them tbh.

In terms of actual scenarios, I can't see any where Shiki would want to try out bottoming lol. I don't think it would even cross his mind to do or suggest something like that, and Akira seems like the type of person to just go along with whatever his partner wants. So Akira wouldn't really bring up the topic of wanting to top Shiki either. In short, the only reason uke Shiki doesn't really work for me is because I don't see a natural/organic way that the topic of switching positions would even come up between them. They don't have the type of relationship where they would discuss consent even though they engage in BDSM, which is a practice that relies heavily on consent and communication irl, so I can't imagine them sitting down and talking about who tops and who bottoms lol.

In ED1, Shiki is a lot more mellowed out but I think he still has that dom side to him lol. and like. headcanon time. Shiki's dick is so good that Akira kinda just wants to bottom for him all the time SHSAFHSDFHHDFHGHFDHG sorry not sorry for this. (I MEAN LET'S BE REAL HERE.... the way Akira was moaning during their sex scenes in the game 😭😭😭. the dick was good.) but yeah I feel like Shiki and Akira both feel comfortable in their respective roles and are sexually satisfied with it, so there wouldn't be any reason for them to want to switch things up, even in ED1 where Shiki is less aggressively dom.

For the cat and mouse ending, I think Shiki would lean even more into wanting to top Akira, lmao. In this ending, he grabs Akira by the jaw and tells him to grow stronger and pursue him, and basically taunts Akira to kill him before Shiki can kill Nano, because he sees potential in Akira. I feel like in this ED, Shiki would want to dom Akira after seeing how Akira's spirit (and physical prowess) is even stronger than before lol, because the whole reason why Shiki doms Akira in the first place is because he wants to test how strong Akira's will is. And like if Shiki's gonna dom someone, he's gonna force them to take his dick sorry that's just how it is 😭

sorry if this kind of response wasn't what you were hoping for :< in terms of smut, I prefer ship dynamics where the characters' everyday personalities tie into their sexual preferences and they don't really act differently in bed, which is part of why I really like Shikiaki lol. Especially with their sex scenes in the game, there's still the obvious dynamic of Shiki wanting to test Akira's will and Akira trying to remain defiant, similar to their non-sexual encounters at the start.

thanks for the ask!

[lotusflowerbreakingthesurface]

Let's Talk About PingXie: Part 2

PingXie "Super Group"

If we talk about Chinese fandom, you may already know various platforms, such as: Weibo, Lofter (lof/老福特), 哔哩哔哩 (Bilibili/B站), etc. On Weibo, just like any other topics of discussion, PingXie has its own Super Group/Super Topic/Super Talk "超话" (chāo huà/ch). Super Group is a feature of Weibo which allows us to interact with fellow fans and talk about a topic of interest. To put it simply, it's like a fan group or a fan community. If you have a Weibo account, don't forget to follow "PingXie Super Group". I think it's rather easy to create an account on Weibo than other platforms. Although it's not a must, it's pretty convenient to have it.

There are so many super groups related to Daomu Biji; the major super group 盗墓笔记, the sub super group of the characters, the ships, the series, the events, the landmines, the merchs, etc. Since this is a PingXie blog, let's talk about PingXie Super Group “瓶邪话题” (mtl: PingXie Topic).

©Divider by @anitalenia

In 瓶邪话题, you can find many PingXie fanworks, some meta(s), and discussions as well. It was also my starting point where I began to explore the PingXie Super Group looking for some food :D But, please note that there are rules that you need to know and abide by before you dive in even more further. Aside from the general rules, some rules may sound strict because of the differences in our fandom cultures.

Let's take a look at those rules:

1️⃣ 瓶邪不拆不逆 (PingXie is not breaking up and not switching position)

Explanation:

PingXie is not breaking up/not dismantling. It means that PingXie should be the only one for each other, only have each other as lovers as well as s*xual partners, only love each other, and none of them has other relationships/love affairs (which also means no cheating/no multishipping/cannot pair them up with someone else).

PingXie is not switching. It means exactly what it said. PingXie don't switch their positions. They emphasize the position of Top (Zhang Qiling)/Bottom (Wu Xie). It doesn't matter whether it's NSFW or SFW. Sometimes it can be seen from the atmosphere, the vibe, or the plot that unconsciously implied the matter of the position even without making it as NSFW. To them, PingXie has always been its own ship and pretty much clear there that “瓶邪” (PingXie) and “邪瓶” (Xie||Ping) are two different ships. Thus, PingXie “瓶邪” is not representative of other ship/cp, especially the reversed version. For instance, when you saw a PingXie fanart (usually it's with the ship tag), you thought it was a good fanart, so you wanted to repost/reblog it. Since you thought there was no difference, you tagged Xie||Ping as well so that more people would know about it. However, that is not a good thing to do in Chinese fandom space. They care about Top/Bottom dynamic of the ship so much that for some people it's very important. So, please be aware of it and respect their preferences, at least when you are there.

In conclusion, it's prohibited to post or comment which has the intention of breaking them up or switching position of top and bottom.

2️⃣ 禁止梦 (banned dream-girls-comment and the like)

Explanation:

The word "梦" (dream) here refers to "梦女" (dream girl), that is the fangirl who likes to treat either Zhang Qiling or Wu Xie as her husband. It's a ship/couple super group after all. Thus, it's prohibited to post any contents or comments with this kind of attitude.

3️⃣ No drama discussion

Explanation:

It's prohibited to mention and discuss all derivative films and TV shows. Well, 瓶邪话题 is a ship/cp super group for two-dimensional characters in the book only.

You can see the rest of the rules there.

Those are some rules in "PingXie Super Group". There is also a bot for PingXie on Weibo, you can search “瓶邪bot” directly. It is where you can read PingXie's excerpts from the webnovel, the physical book, interviews, official games, and it also includes the artworks from the official manhua(s), except for dramas though.

If you are interested, you can also follow Zhang Qiling and Wu Xie's account lol. Yeah, they have accounts there, as well as the others (maybe someone made it, not sure who's behind it). As for the other characters, you can search for it directly, it's easy to find them.

In fact, PingXie fan base in China is quite fond of “洁癖” (mtl: cleanliness/mysophobia). The word "洁癖" has the same meaning of "only" in “瓶邪洁癖”, which is similar to “PingXie Only”. It is basically the same as “瓶邪不拆不逆” that I've mentioned before in PingXie Super Group rules, but “瓶邪洁癖” can be stricter or more extreme. Some of them can't accept that either Wu Xie or Zhang Qiling has ex-lovers (women or men) with any emotional and physical experiences in fanworks, especially since the canon implies that they have never engaged in a relationship with anyone else before. They also refuse to see any fanworks by authors with opposing preferences, and many more depend on each individual. It sounds strict, right? But judging by the fandom space itself, it's actually understandable. Their fandom space and culture are completely different from those here in the first place.

Even though not all of Daomu Biji fans (稻米) are into this, the number of PingXie "only" shippers is still abundant. PingXie itself is the most popular ship and has a significant influence on its fandom. I noticed that many DMBJ fan artists and writers are also into this. It may just be a preference, but the impact on the fandom itself is quite big. I don't know much about the details of its history though... it's just that, compared to other fandoms, PingXie Only in China is highly conspicuous, which is really impressive!

It's truly phenomenal!! ✨ヾ( ˃ᴗ˂ )◞ • *✰✨

At the end of the day, I hope everyone will respect each other's preferences. Thank you ^^

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[latte-fairytaekwoon]

My Captain (Pirate! Park Seonghwa)

Pairing: Pirate! Seonghwa (Ateez)× Pirate! Reader (Female)

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Pirate AU.

Summary: After taking victory over the most notorious beast to plague the seas, the ship's quartermaster wants to relish in the pleasure of claiming one of his crew members.

Word Count: 3.5K

Warnings: Soft to Hard Dom! Seonghwa, Sub! Reader, body worship, oral (female and male receiving), spanking, face fucking, multiple orgasms, Captain/power kink, unprotected sex (always use protection), breeding kink, degradation.

Taglist: @little-precious-baby @multidreams-and-desires @galaxteez @yunhofingers @yunhoiseyecandy @deja-vux @brie02 @couchpotatoaniki @daniblogs164 @a-soft-hornytiny

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The young woman exhaled deeply, her eyes trained on the hands which were currently unfastening the front lacings of her brown leather corset in a rather desperate and anxious manner.

"Before we get any further, I want your full and complete consent to what is about to happen."

Letting the article of clothing drop to the floor, the sailor in front of her took a step closer to her, his thumb pressing down across her bottom lip. His eyes became even more narrow as they looked at her mouth with hunger, wanting nothing more than to close the distance between them and press them against his own.

"Say no right now and I won't push the matter any further." He repeated himself, his Adam's apple moving abruptly from how hard he swallowed back a nervous lump of anxiousness and self restraint.

The young maiden took a deep breath and brushed her fingers across the white silk shirt the boat's quartermaster was wearing, the deep V neck allowing her a glimpse of his bare, tanned upper chest, the outline of his pectoral muscles peeking out. She hummed out an incomprehensible tune as she looked up at her superior.

"Does the Master Seonghwa need to make use of my body? Would he like to release his deepest passions on me?" She reached a hand up and caressed his cheek, half expecting him to swat her hand away since he was not known to be a gentle or affectionate lover, given the long list of women that have had the pleasure of being taken to bed by him. But unlike her expectation, the male actually let out a small and contents sigh, his face falling deeper into her touch, his hand reaching up to clasp it in his own before bringing it over to his lips where he placed a tender kiss on each of her fingertips. It confused the woman utterly to see the usually strict, ruthless and unmerciful pirate act so mellow, meek and warm, yet it also sent a flutter into her chest.

"What I want hardly matters right now, I can manage either way. But I need ... I must know if you're ok with this Y/N."

She widened her eyes when he called her by her name. On a daily basis, ever since she had been forced onto the life of piracy after they raided her village, he'd never addressed her with anything other than mean spirited and sometimes even cruel insults, as he did with those he deemed inferior to him. It shocked her greatly to think he even knew her name in the first place.

Taking a step away from him, Seonghwa's mouth parted in amazement when the crew member in front of him began to slide the sleeves of her dress off her shoulders, the fabric slowly sliding off her body until it pooled by her ankles, which she then swiftly kicked out of the way. His eyes beheld her nude figure, admiring from the top of her head all the way to her toes. She was simply mesmerizing, stunning, the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in all his years of sailing across different continents.

"I'm perfectly content with anything my lord wishes to do. He may do with me as he pleases. Tonight..... he is my Captain."

Seonghwa's black trousers suddenly felt too tight, the title Y/N bestowed on him affecting him greatly. She gasped softly when one of his arms held her by her waist and pulled her against him.

"Your captain..." He muttered softly, his lips ghosting across her cheek until they came up to the corners of her lip where he then pressed them down harder onto her face.

"Yes- my captain-"

The rest of her words were muffled when Seonghwa's mouth enclosed over hers, his luscious lips parting and then closing over and over against her own. His hand cupped at her chin, keeping her head tilted up as he practically devoured her mouth. His tongue never poked out to intrude into her wet cavern, his teeth however had an utter fascination with nibbling onto her bottom lip, tugging and pulling at them. Y/N groaned in surprise when she lost her footing as Seonghwa backed her up into the bed, his arm clutching her tighter against his body to keep her from falling. Inhaling softly, she inclined her neck back to allow Seonghwa to plaster nibbling pecks along her skin, subtle red patches spreading around it.

His hands moved from her waist to caress her further down, his thumbs pressing down against her hip bones. Her satin like skin was practically inviting him to caress and admire every inch of her, and that was exactly what he planned to do. Starting in between her supple breasts, he slowly placed heartfelt and tender kisses that traveled from her sternum all the way to her abdomen, his knees slowly dropping so it would be easier for him. When he felt her pull slightly away, his hands pressed her further into his face, fingers digging into her thighs.

"Stay there." He told her as he dragged his tongue along one of her inner thighs, so near her core that Y/N held her breath when his nose neared her pubic bone.

"So pretty, and you smell so delicious." He mused out loud as his nose inhaled her arousal, tongue swiping across his lips.

Before he could even get to sample a bit of her juices, he was lifted off the ground by none other than the woman he was admiring, switching positions so now she was kneeling in front of him while he was standing.

"Y/N- what are you....?" He stood absolutely still, watching as she pulled his trousers down, freeing his painfully erect member that greeted her sight with tiny bursts of precum splashing onto the wooden floor underneath them.

"Tonight it's all about you, after all, you were brave today in taking down that vicious monster all by yourself. If it weren't for you, we'd all still be living in fear for the rest of our lives."

Gripping him at the base, she collected up some saliva in her mouth before spitting it around his length, wanting him to be properly lubricated before she started stroking him. His trembling hisses were music to her ears as she slowly pumped him, coating him even further, her eyes never looking away from his dazed look.

"It's only right you be rewarded as a captain deserves to be rewarded."

Seonghwa's mouth went agape, shuddered breaths coming out as he watched his cock disappear into Y/N's warm mouth. She didn't stop until she fit all of him inside, an impressive image to behold. She stilled for a few seconds before pulling him out, stopping when it was just his tip resting on her tongue and then proceeding to slide him right back in.

"Fuck- you're killing me beautiful." Seonghwa reached a hand up so his thumb could stroke one of her hollowed cheeks, full of his cock that she slurped on without hesitation. Y/N closed her eyes as she continued to savor Seonghwa's taste, long and slow strokes of her tongue making sure not one inch of him was left untouched or neglected. It swirled around the shaft before sucking onto him. Her hands came up to cup his balls, softly fondling them so that he may experiment the most pleasure possible. Seeing her look so calm, her mouth practically worshiping his cock, Seonghwa held back his urge to hold her head and slam his hips into her face. Instead he settled for running his fingers through her hair, brushing them up into a makeshift ponytail so that he may peer down at her with no distractions or anything intervening with the visual. During a particularly harsh suck she gave him, his hips had a mind of their own and pressed him back into her mouth, his tip reaching so far back that a muffled choke had her drooling slightly at the corners of her mouth.

"I'm sorry." He apologized when he saw her eyes shot open and she pulled him out of her mouth.

"Don't apologize my lord. As I said, do with me as you please. If you wish to fuck my face, then by all means, please do." She encouraged him as she pressed sloppy kisses along his head, tongue darting out to place kitten licks on his slit.

Taking hold of her jaw, Seonghwa positioned his tip at the entrance of her mouth, his face looking concerned, silently wondering if she was really ok with what he wanted to do. Nodding up at him, she opened her mouth as wide as she could and hummed in approval when he slid himself back into her mouth. She took a deep breath, readying herself for the coming assault upon her maw which came just as intense and fervent as she expected from him. Seonghwa rutted his hips up into her, using her hole to release most of the adrenaline that had been brewing in him ever since he went out in battle just a few hours prior.

"God! You have no idea how hot you look right now, letting me use your mouth like this. You're too good to me."

Hearing him suddenly praise her, a stark contrast to the daily criticism she only heard from him, had her getting more wet in between her legs. She moaned as she continued to lap at Seonghwa each time his cock forced itself back into her throat. Saliva ran down her chin from the force his body used to buck up into her mouth, his previously mannered thrusts now becoming less calculated and more spontaneous as his high was nearing.

"Fuck! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum all over your-" His hands clasped her head and held it still as he roughly pumped his cum down her throat, which Y/N promptly swallowed fully. She was gasping for air when he pulled himself out of her, panting hard as she caught her breath. She wiped the slick that was glistening on her lips and chin.

"No woman has ever managed to make me cum with their mouth."

Y/N's head whipped up at Seonghwa's revelation. He was peering down at her with a curious yet smug smile.

"You're the first to do so. You really are too good to me." His index finger wiped off some leftover slick from her cupid's bow.

Y/N was practically purring at his words, reveling in his praise.

"My sweet and good girl, I think it's only fair if I pay you back." He chuckled heartily.

Swiping her off the ground, Seonghwa pulled back the covers of his bed and then layed Y/N down on it, her head falling back against one of the soft pillows. She could not protest when Seonghwa spread her legs, eagerly placing his face right above her wet core.

"You smell and look so delectable. I wonder how long it'll take for you to lose control."

With one hand pressing her down to the mattress, Seonghwa latched his lips to her sensitive clit, producing a loud whine out of his crewmate above him. He was bewitched by how amazing she tasted, his tongue relishing in her flavor. He couldn't contain himself as he lost himself in consuming her heat. Dipping his tongue into her hole had her spilling out more slick which he lapped at with great intensity. His lips smirked against her folds when he felt her try to buck up into his face, her whining sounding so needy for him.

"I could stay here forever." He murmured.

The hand that was keeping her down dropped down to grip one of her thighs while the other did the same thing. Lifting her hips slightly off the bed, Seonghwa became like a beast as he devoured the entirety of her sex. Y/N writhed underneath him. Before she was antsy about pushing herself closer to his lips, now she was squirming to draw away from him. But of course Seonghwa wasn't having that. He simply relished in working her up until she reached her peak, which seemed to be coming up very soon, his skilled tongue making sure of it. Y/N tossed her body about as much as she could, which wasn't much considering Seonghwa was holding tightly to her. He slurped at her as if his life depended on it, even his nose would rub against her mound from how hard he was burying himself in her.

"Seonghwa-" Y/N cried out when a sharp smack landed on her thigh.

"It's captain to you. Now go on, say it or else I'll stop right now and tie you to the bed." He ordered her, slowing down his movements just slightly.

"Oh my- captain! Please-"

Hearing her beg for him just riled Seonghwa even further, his ego boosting more as she whimpered and squirmed frantically, her juices pouring out from inside and collected by his tongue. His chest practically puffed up with pride as she continued to shudder even when her climax had passed and he was merely cleaning around her folds, not letting anything drip off onto the sheets since he wanted it all for himself.

Pulling back with an audible pop, he sat up and nearly ripped his shirt off his body, discarding it somewhere on the floor. Y/N marveled at the sight of his godly body making an appearance, her instincts making her reach out to touch him.

"Turn around, ass up and on all fours." He instructed her as he worked to take off the remainder of his clothes.

Rolling over on the soft bed, Y/N did as she was ordered to, making sure to push her ass as far as she could just for Seonghwa. He seemed to appreciate the gesture given his hand was now caressing one of her cheeks, starting off gentle and loving before pinching her flesh, which made Y/N groan.

"You're really begging me to fuck you." Seonghwa grunted as he brought his hand down to strike her ass.

Y/N clenched around nothing, shuddering at Seonghwa's harsh treatment.

"Is that what you want? You want me to fuck you? Want my cock to tear that pussy of yours?" He mercilessly teased as he glided his tip along her slit, slapping it against her nub.

"Y-yes! I want my captain to fuck me like one of his whores." Y/N exclaimed, unable to bear the wait any longer.

Seonghwa raised an amused eyebrow at her pleading.

"Oh? So you've heard some of the other sluts talk about me haven't you?" He said with a slight dark laugh that sent shivers down Y/N's spine, heightened more when Seonghwa plunged his cock into her, stilling when he was fully stuffed in her.

"Want to experience it firsthand then? Want to feel how good my cock will fuck your brains out?"

Y/N nodded frantically, wanting to slam herself onto Seonghwa's cock but restraining from doing so less it should result in him denying her what she wanted.

"Don't say you didn't ask for it."

A sharp cry was forced out of her mouth when Seonghwa pulled out with no warning only to slam himself back inside her. He set a rough pace, each deep stroke against her velvety flesh pulling out cry after cry out of her lips. It was sheer and painful bliss to have the ship's quartermaster tearing her insides apart, her heat pulsating against his length as it constricted around him. Seonghwa's tip plunged into the deepest part of her, slamming against the entrance of her womb as her plump ass rippled against each slam of his hips against them. Y/N's deafening moans were so loud she was sure the party above them could hear what was going on below them. She buried her face on the pillow underneath her, only laying there for less than a minute before a pair of hands harshly pulled her back up, a strangled gasp emanating from her throat.

"Don't you dare. I want everyone on board to listen to me destroy this little cunt of yours, I want them to hear you scream my name." He growled in a low and deep tone that her folds further clenching around him.

Y/N's face started to contort in ecstasy from all the pleasure burning through her body, her whiny pants and sobs flowing out endlessly from her lips. Seonghwa's pounding became more violent and brutal, losing himself in the mutual lust that was taking over both of their bodies, the heat and warmth of Y/N's slick filled walls throbbing against his shaft.

"You're close aren't you my little whore? You're gripping my dick impossibly tight." He snickered behind her, his hips continuing to jolt harshly into her.

"Yes captain! I'm so c-close." She responded loudly, her panting becoming more exhausted as her skin started to glow from the sheen of sweat that was stemming from their passionate affair.

"So am I, my cock is twitching to fill you up with my seed."

Y/N nearly drooled at the thought of having Seonghwa cum inside her hole, filling her up until she couldn't contain his cum anymore. She was snapped out of her fantasy by Seonghwa's hand that struck her ass.

"Beg me for it you wench. Beg me to fill your cunt with my cum." He commanded her.

"Please my lord! Fill me up with your cum! Want my captain's cum inside of me!" She pleaded, hands nearly tearing the pillow she was clutching so tightly.

Seonghwa's eyes were like a raging sea, his thrusts becoming more sporadic as he worked to bring the both of them over the edge.

"Shit! I'll fill this hole of yours up, I'll fuck it full until it drains me of all my cum. Wanna see your pussy stuffed with my seed."

With walls fluttering around him, Y/N was a frantic and screaming mess as an agonizingly hard and euphoric chord snapped in her, prompting her body to burst open as her essence poured out all over Seonghwa's cock. Seonghwa himself was hissing and grunting fiercely as a wave overtook him, drowning him in an abyss of pleasure while his release flooded into Y/N's cavern, her walls hardly able to contain all that he pumped into her that some of it trickled down her thighs. With curses befitting his status as a sailor, Seonghwa pulled himself out of her warmth and collapsed next to her, eyes wide open as his chest heaved up and down with labored breathing. The girl beside him was in no greater state as she felt an intense ache and burn when he slipped out of her, her thighs and legs still trembling after having her superior conquer her body.

Through clenched teeth, Y/N moved one foot to rest on the hard floor so it could help stabilize her as she tried to get up. Remembering all the stories Seonghwa's previous affairs recounted about him not liking to have them around after messing around with them, Y/N slowly began to sit up and show herself out before the quartermaster himself ordered her out his chamber.

"Where are you running off to?" He questioned, hand reaching out to clasp her own before she slipped out of the bed.

"I was just going to collect my clothes and withdraw to my own room Sir. If you'd like, I'll even take your clothes with me and return them clean to you in the morning." She offered, knowing he was an avid clean freak that hated even the slightest bit of dirt or dust around his space.

"Don't worry about the mess Y/N, we can sort that out tomorrow. Stay for tonight, I insist. It looks like it'll be a cold and rainy night as well and I know your quarters tend to leak."

Without even waiting for her response, he tugged her back by his side, covering them both up with the blankets. Y/N stared off in confusion when Seonghwa pressed his chest to her back, an arm slung protectively around her. She began to question so many things surrounding her quartermaster. Didn't he dislike her? Why was he still keeping her around when he's notorious for not liking affection? He discarded all his previous lovers as if they were used rags, so why was he not doing the same to her?

"Don't think too much about it, just go to sleep and rest up." He seemed to be reading her thoughts, his nose nestling against the crook of her neck as he hugged her tighter to him.

"Yes....thank you my lord."

Seonghwa whined tiredly at her response.

"Seonghwa. Just call me Seonghwa..... my love."

He must have really been so tired and out of it for him to blurt out that endearment to her. Y/N blushed, unable to contain the shy smile on her face.

"Yes Seonghwa."

[damnhardwork]

O + T + P for fandom ask meme

For the ASK MEME:

Okay, so OTP *cracks knuckles* O - Choose a song at random, which ship or character does it remind you of? Okay, so for this, I turned my Spotify on shuffle and went with the first song that came up, and it is BRILLIANT. Lady Luck is on form tonight. I could not have picked a better song myself https://youtu.be/qJYbFFFZwdE Part of the Union - Strawbs ROM! This song is Rom. Forever and always. 🎶'Ohhhhhhhh, you don't get me, I'm part of the union' 🎶 Too right! T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending, about anything at all (gender identity, sexual or romantic orientation, extended family, sexual preferences like top/bottom/switch, relationship with poetry, seriously anything) Hmmmmmmm. Okay, so my absolute unshakable headcanon is  that Julian Bashir's accent isn't the one that he grew up with but the one that he cultivated specifically later on in life - probably when he was either at school or the Academy/Med School. I have two reasons for this: 1. His accent is absolutely nothing like his father's (or his mother’s). I’m going to kind of focus a little more on his dad’s accent here, as both their accents are English (which suggests to me that Julian probably grew up there somewhere). His dad has a strong Estuary, working class kind of accent. Julian's is much closer to RP. Accents tend to be really heavily associated with class in the UK, and whilst not everyone has the same accent as their parents (I don't), generally you have the same kind of class indicators even if it's a different dialect (I do). So it does seem strange to me that Julian's accent is so cut glass, whereas his father's is the absolute opposite. 2. His accent (certainly in the earlier series) isn't one that you find in the wild here, so to speak. It's the sort of accent that you *learn*. Yes, yes, I know it's probably a function of Trek being a US series, since this happens with a lot of Brits in US TV from that era (they have a stereotypical accent that actually kinda doesn't really exist here. See: Buffy. lol), but it does have interesting implications. Namely that he consciously modified his own accent to sound like that for whatever reason.  And this headcanon kinda makes me sad, in a way, as I'd like to think that by the time we get to the Trek future, such strict class divisions aren't a thing anymore, and therefore there’s no pressure to lose your accent. But the fact that Julian's accent gives absolutely no hint about where he's from (beyond a general vague sort of 'Brit, probably' vibe) sort of suggests otherwise. And that he felt the need for it to be that way.

(I actually have loads of accent headcanons. I have a particularly wild one for Picard involving a translator ‘quirk’ and some good old Anglo-French relations)   P - Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas) Okay, I'm going to cheat and do this for Good Omens, as I've got a really good one (that I'm probably never going to actually properly write, even though I've been thinking about this for over two years and have already got the first two chapters of it done. lol). Coffee Shop AU. Wait, wait, hear me out. Post not-apocalypse, Crowley decides to open a coffee shop in his semi-retirement, because a demon's got to do something to while away the decades before Hell decides that they'd like him back, actually. And really, he's got to make sure he stays in the Bad Books (because we all know they're not going to leave him alone for long). Got to keep a hand in when it comes to the old Evil Incarnate business, and what could be more evil than sweeping gentrification and overpriced coffee (served to the sound of a band you've never heard of - likely with good reason)? A deeply uncool demon operating a deeply uncool coffee shop. Hipster catnip. And, honestly, I think that would be pretty funny. 

[whistlesanbells]

Community Headcanons

Just a random list of headcanons I have, organized by character (feat. A lot of Britta x Annie)

Jeff

I saw someone mention that Jeff might have an ED, and given what we see with his relationship with food, and how he is willing to go as far as to hurt himself to be the best at something (in this case be the best looking) it makes a lot of sense.

A lot of people headcanon Jeff as bi but honestly I just take him as cishet. He has many many issues but I don’t think sexuality is one of them, because half his personality is his attraction to every woman that breathes lmao

Exudes top energy but really the minute someone else tops him, he gets insecure for a bit but ends up really liking it.

Britta

Raging bisexual. I feel like she’s known for a long time, but never told the group because it would just be another thing for them to poke fun of about her.

In the same vein, I believe Britta’s parents were very homophobic, and that’s why she cut ties. I think she came out to them at a younger age and it was messy. It would make sense that she would refuse to tell the group why she didn’t get along with her parents: because she wasn’t ready to come out to the group yet. Instead it gets framed as her just rebelling for no reason.

We hear almost nothing about Britta’s past, except for a few offhand comments about a dinosaur-related trauma. Britta is incredibly quick to deny talking about her past, which led me to believe that she has some kind of trauma. Personally, I believe she was r*ped in her childhood, which would explain her extra effort to comfort troy when he lied about it. It would also explain why she is so fervently for women’s rights, especially when it has to do with bodily autonomy.

Dyslexic!Britta makes so much sense to me, because her parents were likely unsupportive, so she didn’t get much help or accommodations in school at a young age. This probably led to her habit of going out of her way to do poorly in a class so it looks like she’s just not trying, so she doesn’t have to face the reality that she never developed good study habits and she would have a lot of trouble in school even if she tried. Even though she doesn’t do well in school, she’s really smart, she’s just not great at articulating her points :))

She was a tomboy in elementary school before it was considered socially acceptable, and she was bullied ruthlessly for it. In her true, “stick it to the man” fashion, she never grew out of it.

Britta is terrified of Annie finding out that she won’t do well in school even if she DOES try, because she’s afraid Annie will lose respect for her.

Annie was the only one in the group she came out to, because she trusted her to keep a secret and not to judge. Annie asks her a LOT of questions, but Britta puts up with it.

Acts like a top, is really a bottom.

She has a crush on Annie from 21st century romanticism on, but never expresses it because she doesn’t want to make Annie uncomfortable.

Troy

Gay lmao

I definitely feel like he had a crush on abed around end of season 3/ beginning of season 4, but it was unreciprocated.

Troy has an inherent sensitivity that makes him the heart of the show, but it took a while for him to feel comfortable with that. I feel like he had a lot of parental pressure to be perfectly straight and masculine, since he was raised under a strict religion.

Troy never wanted to be an athlete. I believe he wasn’t allowed to explore his interests because he demonstrated talent for sports at a young age, and that’s what he was pressured to do for the rest of his life.

Troy doesn’t always understand how Abed functions, but he is always accepting, supportive and understanding. Instead of trying to understand how his brain works, he memorized the patterns of what bothers him and what doesn’t, and uses that to help his friend in the best way he can. It’s super sweet :))

Abed

Aro/ace Abed rights!! I haven’t seen this one as much, but I really like it. I genuinely don’t think abed has much interest in relationships, which has absolutely nothing to do with being neurodivergent. I think he feels pressure from the group to date, because that’s what they think is “normal.”

I LOVE Annie and Abed’s friendship but I definitely don’t ship them. Sure, they kissed once, but she was attracted to Han Solo, not abed. Annie was attracted to dean when he was actually like Jeff too, but she DEFINITELY wasn’t attracted to dean lmao. Instead, I think they’re both really close because they’re both neurodivergent, and Annie understands him more than anyone else in the group, albeit not entirely. They also have a special handshake you can see at the end of season one :)

This isn’t a headcanon but it’s *technically* never stated in the show but Abed definitely has autism. l DO headcanon that Annie has his safe foods written down in a list because she’s the only one who knows how to cook in the apartment, and she knows it’s important to him.

Abed has all of his friends’ likes and dislikes memorized and written down, as well as their birthdays, as a result of psychoanalyzing them. He gives the best birthday gifts and never forgets.

Definitely was the ACB (creds to film theory on that one)

Shirley

I don’t have a lot of theories for Shirley, because we see a lot of her personal story in canon. However, I do believe that she wasn’t always such a devout Christian. I think she was raised with Christian ideals, but it wasn’t central to her personality until Andre cheated on her. After she went though a dark period of (likely) alcoholism, I like to think that’s when she turned to Christianity, and it gave her hope. She loves it so much because it genuinely did save her from a bad time in her life.

I think she is a big part of the reason why Troy, Abed, Britta, and Annie are afraid to come out to the group. They assume she would never see them in the same light, when truth be told, she would love them all the same. I think she would be uncomfortable at first, but either she would come to the realization or britta would convince her that it is inherently Christian to love everyone, no matter what. Her motherly instincts take precedence over her Christian ideals.

Shirley views Annie as the daughter she never had, but is very careful not to tell her for fear of hurting her feelings. She very much enjoys helping her navigate college and seeing her mature. She also loves all their girl talk since this is the aspect of parenting that she doesn’t get with three boys. In the same vein, she loved teaching Britta how to have friends who are girls, and she likes to think she played a part in raising her.

Pierce

I don’t like pierce enough to psychoanalyze him lmao

Annie (saddle up, this is gonna be long)

Lesbiannie, obviously. Annie’s romantic tendancies SCREAM compulsive heterosexuality. Annie’s relationships with men are always schoolgirl crushes, and she even admits to abed that she never really liked Jeff, she just liked the idea that he was available and willing to love her. It also makes sense that she can’t stand the idea of not being perfect in every way, including heterosexual (because she confirms that her parents are bigoted and that’s likely what she was taught). I think she would have a lot of internalized homophobia, and she would be very insecure about her sexuality, seeing how she acted during the STD fair.

I would love to think Annie also had her first ever real, I like this person for themselves and not just because they’re attainable crush on Britta. She always looked up to her because she was so cool and far less uptight than she was, but as they grew closer, she saw her in a different light. I ship them hardcore lmao.

Annie has ADHD!! I could talk for hours about this, mostly because I have very similar struggles to Annie’s canon character arc (minus the drugs lmao) and it’s mostly due to my adhd. Long story short, she was likely raised undiagnosed until she discovered it herself, which led to trying adderall and overdoing it because she was unsupervised. She was likely very insecure about her ADHD, which led her to overcompensating academically. Because she masked so much in academic settings, it’s likely she didn’t have much of a social life because that’s where her symptoms presented themselves more.

In addition being friends with abed has made her far more comfortable unmasking. If you watch her in studies in modern movement you can see her stimming (flapping her hands, rocking back and forth and swinging her arms) way more than usual. She normally fidgets by fiddling with her fingers by her waist and pulling her elbows tight to her sides in a position suspiciously similar to raptor arms. Not only is this a common and discreet way to fidget, it is easily passed off as good posture. This makes sense, as it is Annie’s trademark resting position.

Annie reads YA books and a LOT of fanfiction for fun. The group expects her to be more well versed in classic literature, but the girl just loves her some vampires. It’s where she learned a LOT of her....dnd tricks ;).

Top energy that Jeff never let her use DEFINITELY comes out with Britta.

She helps Britta study and teaches her all the study habits she had to learn, and Britta’s grades improve a little bit!!

Switched to pantsuits because of britta, I like to think she had some influence on that.

Lost interest in Jeff after Basic Sandwich

Knew that Abed was the ACB the whole time, she definitely had it figured out in that binder lmao

Anyways enjoy, just figured I’d write this down somewhere haha

[ranger-jedi-knight]

Found A New Padawan Ch 4: Going to Illum

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/10895802/chapters/81433015 Taglist: open

Heya, so sorry bout the long wait, had my wisdom teeth removed while writing the new chap for ‘A New Hero’ that had me out of it for a WHILE. So ya, I was busy dealing with that and healing that I didn’t have much energy to work on the fic, specially since I also still had homework that needed to be done. It’s been interesting. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this new chap!!

After spending a few days on strict bed rest and meditation after the stunt she pulled in the senate building, she was finally allowed to go around talking to other Jedi and Padawan's alike. She had even meditated with both Master Mace and Obi-Wan to strengthen her bond with the force. Though it did seem like what did in the Senate had spread like wildfire and everyone was talking about it. She didn’t know if it had garnered good or bad attention since most everyone only glanced at her with only a few Padawan's looking at her in awe. Ashoka had basically repeated what Masters Anakin, Obi-Wan, and Mace had said. She said that it was reckless but cool that she was able to freeze a laser bolt mid-air.

“Ikoe?” Obi-Wan called and Ikoe stopped in her tracks and turned to face her Master as he strode up to her.

“Yes, Master?” she asked as he stopped a few feet from her and smiled at her.

“I have some good news. You are going to be creating your own lightsaber today. We shall go to Illum for you to find your Kyber Crystal, the heart of all lightsabers,” he said and she smiled happily at that.

“Thank you, Master!” she said bowing slightly to him. Obi-Wan chuckled softly as he wrapped an arm around Ikoe’s shoulders and started leading her toward the hanger to set off to Illum where there was a Padawan waiting with Master Secura next to the ship.

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The planet of Illum was covered in snow and ice with a storm cloud promising a snowstorm brewing on the horizon. The sun was slowly coming up and a shiver went up Ikoe’s spine as the three left the ship and the brisk, chilly air hit them. Obi-Wan left the ship first and Ikoe followed slowly after him as he led them toward a huge cliff face. The padawan introduced as Kai followed beside her “Master?” Ikoe asked softly as they stopped beside him.

“Stretch out your hand and focus the Force. Together we can enter,” Obi-Wan replied raising a hand toward the cliff. They raised their hands as well and took a deep breath and focused on feeling the force. Feeling Obi-Wan’s probing presence, she knew what to do. Soon enough, the two watched as the cliffside fell, revealing an entrance to the two of them.

Going through the entrance, Ikoe looked around in awe at the various statues around the room with a small platform in the middle that Master Yoda was sitting on meditating. “Master Yoda,” she greeted giving a small bow that Kai repeated as Master Obi-Wan stood behind them.

“The heart of the lightsaber, the crystal is. Focuses the Force from the Jedi, it does,” Yoda started as he raised his hand up and a rumbling started up. A light hits the mechanism that Master Yoda moved and intensifies into a beam. The beam hit a frozen waterfall that starts melting quickly. “If Jedi you are to become, enter the crystal cave, you must.” The frozen waterfall is gone now, revealing an entrance leading to a dark cave. “Trust yourself, and succeed, you will.”

Ikoe nodded understanding and walked up the stairs that led to the entrance. At the top, she glanced back at Master Obi-Wan and Master Yoda.  “Once you have found your crystal, do not remain inside. As daylight ends, the door will freeze over again, and you will be trapped.” Obi-Wan warned.

“For how long?” Ikoe asked.

“For one rotation. There will be nothing anyone can do for you,” he responded.

“How will I know which crystal to pick?” Kai asked then with a slightly worried look.

“Only you can know which one is yours. Now, hurry,” Obi-Wan replied with a nod. The two went into the cave that was covered in ice with some intimidation about finding their crystal in time. How are we supposed to know what’s our crystal and what’s just ice? Ikoe thought with pursed lips.

“Should we split up?” Kai asked as they reached a room that had lots of paths split from it.

“I think so. Just…let the force guide you,” she replied taking a deep breath and feeling the force. She started walking toward one path and glanced over and saw that Kai was taking another. Ikoe came to a stop in a room and looked up a cliff to see jutting out of the tip of the ice was a bright light. “Ok, I can do this. This is just like any Star Destroyer I’ve climbed before,” she mumbled softly, rolling her neck and shoulders out. With a brief run, she jumped up and grabbed the cliff face, and started climbing up, finding it easier than she thought. Near the top, her hand slipped as she pulled herself up, leaving her to hang by only one hand. A panicked gasp left her but with a grunt, she found a new grip and stabled herself.

Reaching the top, she smiled in triumph as she reached out to the small outcropping jutting from the cliff and pulled out the bright light that dimmed as she pulled it out. She smiled at the small crystal before closing her fist around it and jumping back down to the floor below, going into a roll to take most of the force, standing up, she took off back the way she came. Reaching the entrance finally, a muffled shout had her looking around curiously. “Hello?” she called.

“Ikoe!” Kai’s muffled voice reached her as she walked around. She stopped in front of an ice wall that was on the other side of the entrance that had an opening behind it.

“What happened?” she asked looking around the ice for something.

“The ground gave out under me as I was trying to find my crystal. Good news though, I found it in here! Bad news, I can’t break the ice,” Kai said and Ikoe snorted at the obvious grin on his face and tone when he said he founds his crystal.

“If we do it together, I believe we can break the ice,” she said, placing a hand on the ice and watched as Kai placed his where hers was. Closing her eyes, she focused on the spot under her hand. Cracking echoed through the hall and Ikoe opened her eyes to watch as the ice cracked under their hands before falling down completely. The two smiled at each other before making their way to the entrance where they saw Master Obi-Wan and Master Yoda smiling at them.

“Good job both of you. Together you left the cave. Lessons, you have learned,” Yoda said turning to look at Ikoe as the two walked down to him and stopped. “Find confidence, you did,” he said with a nod that Ikoe returned before he turned to Kai, “and trust, yes?” he asked and Kai nodded. “Take your crystals back to the temple and keep them safe, young Jedi.”

Ikoe and Kai nod once more with smiles before Obi-Wan led them from the cave and toward their ship where they saw the sun still high in the sky. “Your lesson starts now, this is architect and lightsaber designer Huyang,” Obi-Wan introduced as the sounds of whirring fans and clanking metal came closer to them. As Obi-Wan said the name, the robot, Huyang, stepped in front of them and peered closely.

“This is them? They passed the Gathering?” Huyang asked and Obi-Wan nodded.

“Yes, they have,” Obi-Wan said and Huyang nodded slowly. He then launched into the history of lightsabers and who he’s helped make their own, pulling up a hologram of every lightsaber he’s ever helped make. The two looked at the many lightsabers impressed, quickly finding their masters lightsabers along with some other lightsabers they recognize from others. Kai even pointed out the original lightsaber he made when he was younger that got destroyed in a battle against Grievous. Soon, Huyang was instructing them how to put their lightsabers together and put a hologram up that showed how it was supposed to be pieced together.

Collecting the pieced they needed, the two slowly concentrated on their lightsabers and how the pieces floated up into the air and twisted and turned as they floated into place. Once they were in place, Ikoe took a deep breath and lifted her crystal up, and let it float into its proper place before sealing the whole thing into place. She smiled as she watched her new lightsaber floated in front of her, slowly turning to show its design.

The top part of the hilt where the blade left was pointed to one side on a curve that went down. On the lowest part, there was a small rectangular section of metal the was pushed in. Underneath that was the part containing a small vent-like section and the switch that would turn it on. All along it was a swirl pattern following a line that had small arrows going up. Near the switch was lines following the switch that turned into curving lines. Under that was where she would hold the whole thing one-handed with a small section jutted out with the same pattern as around the vent-like area. At the bottom was a piece with a triangular pattern with lines going from it to a small domed part that had a small clip that would hold it onto her belt.

Ikoe turned when she heard a lightsaber turned on and watched as Kai held a green-bladed lightsaber. “Wow,” he whispered as he looked at his lightsaber. Turning he saw Ikoe staring and smiled happily before turning it off and gesturing to her. “Turn yours on,” he said turning to look at her fully. She nodded and grabbed her lightsaber from the air and turned so that everyone could see as she flipped the switch and a purple blade came out.

“Wow,” the two whispered in sync as Ikoe smiled at her lightsaber.

“A purple blade? I thought only Master Mace would have a purple blade,” Kai asked though the question was clearly repeated in Ikoe’s eyes as Obi-Wan looked between the two.

“The blade color is what kind of Jedi you are and what understanding you have of the Force. And I’m guessing Mace taught you about the dark side. Am I correct?” Obi-Wan asked with a small smile as Ikoe nodded. “There you go then. You have a knowledge about the dark side most do not have when they create their lightsaber,” he answered and Ikoe nodded as she turned the lightsaber off and looked at the metal grip, running a finger along the cold metal. “Here,” Obi-Wan held out a length of teal-green leather to her. “Satine wanted you to have this and do with it as you please.”

“Thank you, Master,” she said slowly wrapping the leather around the base with a smile even as a small section was left bare.

“Wait, if Master Obi-Wan’s your teacher, then why did Master Mace teach you?” Kai asked.

“Well, I was in the MedCenter of the Jedi Temple for a while before they took me in so Master Mace taught me while I healed and the Council figured out if I would be accepted or not,” she explained and Kai slowly nodded at that.

“Ah, cool,” he said.

“Let’s go to the training room and see how you do, Ikoe. Kai, if you wish, you can join us to get used to your new lightsaber,” Obi-Wan said and Kai nodded with a smile as Ikoe turned hers off and clipped it to her belt. She followed the two to the training room and listened to Obi-Wan explained what she had to do.

After a while of training, Ikoe was finally getting the hang of it they had arrived back at the Jedi Temple. They walked through the temple after Master Secura picked Kai up from them to continue their training, and the two came across Master Anakin and Ahsoka who looked happy at seeing her lightsaber. “Good job,” Anakin said with a smile as Ikoe started talking with Ahsoka as Obi-Wan nodded.

“Indeed. You wouldn’t guess what color lightsaber she got though,” he said and Anakin looked curious at that.

“What color?”

“Purple, like Mace,” Obi-Wan answered and Anakin looked shocked at that.

“Purple?” he repeated and Obi-Wan nodded.

“Purple.”

“You are correct, I wouldn’t have guessed that. How?”

“Mace taught her about the dark side,” he replied and Anakin slowly nodded at that in understanding.

“That would make sense,” he replied, and Obi-Wan nodded agreement.

Ok, so here’s the new chap! I hope you guys like it! Next chap will be the hunt for Ziro. Until next time! ~Love Willa<3<3<3

[filthyjanuary]

B, D & T for D:BH for the fandom meme, also U if you wanna 😊

ahhh thank you ali, sorry this took a bit. i was uh asleep when my queue spat it out hahaha.

B - A pairing you initially didn’t consider but someone changed your mind

To be honest, this doesn’t really happen to me often in the sense that I think I am good at a) picking up chemistry and b) I have good taste 😛So probably just like... crackships? Ships with like no canon interaction or like... very little, because that’s when stuff like fanart really sells it to be. So with DBH like... I was on the Markus/Connor train pretty immediately, but things like Jerry/Ralph or North/Chloe, I’m like oh! I... wouldn’t have thought of that but now that I’ve thought about it because of these very wonderful fanworks, I’m like hell yeah bring it on. I still need my non-canon interaction ships to uh make sense though which is why I need to be able to imagine the characters actually connecting if they were to ever meet which is why [redacted] super popular no-basis DBH ship is like... Not My Thing At All.

D - A pairing you wish you liked but just can’t (again: be nice)

Sigh, okay, so [redacted] ship above is Reed/900 because like... okay, I love enemies-to-lovers like that’s part of why I find RK1K so fun? But I need the enemies to be on fairly equal footing for it to be fun. If there’s a huge power imbalance AND they hate each other, I’m not as pulled into it because it just feels like.... straight up abusive??? And then with this ship it’s like okay literally, i) they have never interacted, ii) there is a huge power imbalance, iii) one of the characters has no established personality (or name even???) and the other has just enough established personality for us to know he is a giant bigot and hates the very thing that the first character is and that’s all, iv) requires doing mental gymnastics to rehabilitate a bigot cop and I just Don’t Have Time For That. SO tldr it’s entirely based in like deep fanon lore that has no connection to canon whatsoever and frankly, I think just exists because people think both characters are hot (and white!) I don’t really /wish/ I liked it, but I think if I /did/ this fandom would be more bearable and I would have a LOT more fic to read. 

Maybe also HankCon? I don’t have any actual qualms with it as a ship, I just read the relationship as very father/son personally so I can’t get into it. But like seriously, more power to everyone who doesn’t see it that way. But I’m sure they have really good fics, and I’ve seen a lot of very cute fanart. Glad y’all are having fun.

T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending, about anything at all (gender identity, sexual or romantic orientation, extended family, sexual preferences like top/bottom/switch, relationship with poetry, seriously anything)

Honestly nothing I would die defending lmao, I like vibing in canon and stuff that isn’t canon, I’m pretty flexible for different like... interpretations as long as I think they don’t like clash with what we know from canon. I do think Markus and Connor wouldn’t adhere to like strict roles for sex? Like I think they’d both be switches. Also I don’t care if it’s cliche, Carl and Hank become besties and make fun of their sons being embarrassing together. Also Josh and Simon are in love thank you, I am not taking comments at this time.

U - 5 favourite characters from 5 different fandoms

I am currently reading a book called Empire of Sand and Amun I don’t know you that well yet but I Have Feelings For You

Bucky Barnes from the MCU

Thanatos from Hades

Sam Winchester from Supernatural

I’m not picking between Markus and Connor because I love them both a lot so INSTEAD, I will also say Rose from DBH. She is.... so wonderful, I love her.

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{Chapter 4- Discussions and Punishments}//Soft,Cute, and Far Smarter Than You (Sanders Sides Agere/CGLRE)

A/N: I don’t wanna be the one to beg for reblogs or votes, but I feel like people aren’t seeing my stuff much anymore? Or I’m just not getting a lot of feedback. So if you enjoyed this, please support it and reblog/leave a comment or something, I appreciate stuff like that so much!

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Logan did not see the point in this. He did not wanna suffer through this conversation with his caregiver, but Patton said that it should happen. When Logan and Virgil revealed their headspaces back to back, Patton and Roman both had questions. And now that Patton has gotten to see Logan in his headspace a few times, he had a few more.

So that's what this was, an opportunity for Patton to ask Logan questions and hopefully get honest responses. "I know, I know. You don't wanna do this, but I have so much that I'm curious about! I feel like there's certain things I should know if I'm gonna keep being your caregiver."

Logan sat in his chair, spun around so that he was facing his bed, where Patton sat. Patton figured he'd be more comfortable in his room without the other two there. "okay, get on with it." Logan instructed. Patton sighed, starting off with a simple one.

"What's the entirety of your headspace range?" he questioned. Logan thought for a moment.

"I don't ever seem to younger then three, and the oldest I've ever felt without being completely big is around sixteen." he admitted. He shifted in his seat, a little uncomfortable. He still wasn't quite used to talking about his headspace like it was a normal thing. Being able to just casually talk about things like his headspace range and his little gear preferences, it was weird.

"Thirteen years? Wow." Patton seemed shocked when he thought of it that way. "Okay, next..." he paused, "is there anything I can do to be a part of your regression while you're a teenager without overstepping or making you uncomfortable?" he seemed nervous, but he genuinely wanted to know.

"Oh! Um..." Logan paused now, thinking. "I don't know. Just kinda what you did last time I regressed to those ages, check on me and stuff. What you did last time was actually pretty perfect." he shyly smiled at Patton, who excitedly beamed.

"Really? Awe!" Logan coughed, snapping Patton out of his excitement to keep going with the questions. "Okay, overall, is there anything I could do better while you're little?"

"Maybe use the term 'regressed' when asking about it, or talking about that in general. I kind of associate 'little' with by kidspace and anything below that. So when talking about my teenspace..." Logan trailed off.

"Use the term regressed instead! Got it. Anything that'll make you more comfortable, kiddo." Patton nodded. "Hmm...is there anything else I could do better?" he asked. "Or something you'd like me to start doing?"

"Maybe...." Logan paused, feeling as if his thought was stupid. He continued anyways though. "Maybe we could start doing punishments and rewards. Not when I'm a teenager, but when I'm a kid and stuff." He didn't make direct mention of his younger headspace, but Patton brushed it off and continued talking after a moment.

"We could make a sticker chart for little Logan! Whenever you behave well, you can add stickers to the chart! We can make a system and everything." he said, Logan nodding. "But punishments? What would we even do?"

"I mean, most kids get timeouts and stuff. I don't know. I don't really misbehave though, so we don't have to worry about that." Logan now regretted bringing that up. Patton seemed skeptical immediately.

"Okay, fine." he sighed, "for now, we won't worry about punishments. But the moment you start being bratty while regressed, we are sitting down to have this conversation again." he playfully threatened. Logan gave an understanding nod, and they kept talking.

Questions and questions came from Patton, and Logan did his best to reply honestly. Patton felt as though open discussions were needed for this to work, and though Logan didn't like the awkward conversations and such, he agreed.

But what he said, about him behaving while regressed wasn't always true. And Patton was going to discover that really soon.

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"Daddy, don wanna." Logan whined, fiercely shaking his head.

"Baby, you have to get dressed! You can't stay in pajamas all day," he paused, trying to find a way to convince him. "Your PJ's are so adult, but you're a baby, aren't you?"

"No!" Logan kicking his feet up. He still sat on his bed, his arms crossed as he absolutely refused to get ready.

"But darling," the nickname made Logan blush, but he still held his grumpy face. "You'll look so cute in your space onesie, don't you want your space onesie?" Patton pulled the piece of clothing from his lap, holding it up for him.

"If you want, you can wear just the onesie! Or you can wear overalls with it! How does that sound, baby?" Patton asked. There wasn't necessarily anything wrong with Logan staying in his pajamas, but he knew Big Logan would've wanted Patton to have him change. Logan hates staying in the same clothes for too long, no one really knows why.

Logan made grabby hands for the onesie, bouncing up and down. Patton didn't actually expect that to work, so he looked confused. "Space!" Logan giggled, kicking his feet again,except this time it was in a happy way. Patton had successfully diverted his attention.

"Yes baby, space. You know quite a bit about that, don't you?" he asked, reaching out for his hand to help him up. Logan started speaking, mindlessly taking his hand and standing up.

"Mhm! I know lots and lots about da stars, it's..it's weally weally cool!" his voice seemed to get even tinier when Patton tapped the side of his arm as a signal to lift them. He did so, and Patton pulled his shirt over his head with a chuckle.

"Yeah? Why don't you tell me something cool about the stars, Little Scholar?"

Whatever that slight brattiness that overcame Logan when he first got up was gone for the time being, washed away by Patton's adorable attempts at distracting him and making him slip younger.

"All done, baby boy!" he cheered once Logan was fully decked out in his cute little space onesie, animated spaceships and stars covering his figure. Logan giggled. "Now...do you want a pacifier today?"

He shook his head quickly. "Okay, well if you do want one, just let me know and we'll come pick one out, okay?" Logan nodded now. He hesitated, rethinking his decision.

"um..can I has one?" he mumbled shyly. Patton never understood the indecisiveness that Logan had sometimes, but he didn't complain. He only chuckled again, before turning around and locating the black chest on top of Logan's dresser. He had been working with him on not hiding away his little gear as if he was ashamed of it. So the pacifier chest currently sat on top of the dresser, not in the bottom drawer.

"Which one, sweetheart?" he asked. Logan took one of the modified baby pacifiers, which was dark blue with a spaceship on the button. It was a originally a toddler MAM pacifier,  but the nipple was switched out for an adult one.

"Look at you, all cute and adorable." Patton cooed as he slipped the pacifier into his mouth. Logan smiled adorably behind it. Logan walked up to the mirror on the back of his door, looking at himself. He wore the onesie, and that's it. He whined, because he didn't want to wear overalls, but he also felt uncomfortable in just the onesie.

It was cute, and he didn't mind Patton seeing him like this, but he didn't want to walk around the house. "Whats wrong, baby?" Patton questioned. Logan silently pulled at the onesie, in a downwards motion. "You want some pants? We can find some overalls-"

"No, no, don wanna!" he said. Patton's eyebrows creased in confusion.

It took them a bit to work it out, but he settled on white shortalls. All was well in the house, Logan was adorable, and Patton was getting ready to make breakfast. This day was sure to go great.

What could go wrong?

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So much. So much could go wrong.

"No, no, no!" Logan shouted in his babyish voice, "Don wanna."

"Calm down, baby. Please," Patton instructed. Logan shook his head. Virgil and Roman watched in silence. Logan was partially fussy due to the fact that Virgil wasn't little, so he was the tiniest side in the house, which made him feel vulnerable and frustrated.  And also, Patton was trying to make him clean his toys up.

"Come here." Patton instructed, in a slightly strict but soft tone. Logan shook his head, remaining in his spot on the floor, a plastic toy space ship in his hands. When he was little, Logan often ignored small things that big him would totally freak out about. For example, cleaning up after himself.

Usually, though, Patton would remind him and he'd do it with little complaints. But today, for some reason, he absolutely refused. "Baby." he called in a more serious voice, trying to convince him to get off of the ground.

"No."

Is it bad that Virgil and Roman were just a little amused by this? Patton looked absolutely tripped up on what to do, and just shocked. But he covered it up with a serious face as if he had any idea what he was doing or how to react.

"Logan."  He finally said, in a much harsher voice that he immediately felt bad for using. Logan dropped his toy, whimpering very quietly. Virgil could practically feel the babyish anxiety radiating from him. Logan got up slowly and shuffled over to stand in front of Patton, looking down and biting on his lip.

He didn't have any of his stuffed animals or his pacifier (he'd left them where he had been playing). "I'm sorry if I scared you, or anything. But you weren't listening before and I didn't know what else to do." Patton apologized. Logan nodded slowly, only glancing up at him a bit.

"Now, why don't you want to clean up your toys?" he asked.

"I don't wanna!" Logan whined, shifting on his feet.

"I know that you don't want to, but why?" he questioned once again.

"Don't wanna!" he simply shouted, stomping his foot on the ground with a huff. He crossed his arms.

Patton knew this is where he should punish him, but they didn't discuss punishments. So he said the first thing that came to mind. "Go sit in the kitchen. You're in timeout." he ordered, Logan seemingly shocked.

"No,no,no,no." he wasn't shouting, or directly defying him. Instead, he was muttering to himself, closing in on himself and looking ready to burst into tears. "No!" he shouted quickly, before running off and around the couch. Patton didn't even process what was going on until he was all the way at the bottom of the stairs.

Roman and Virgil still didn't give any input, not quite knowing what to say. What they would've suggested, Patton already tried to do. Softly talk him through what's going on, try to find out why he's acting this way. And resort to timeout if needed.

"Logan!" Patton called, turning on the couch so that he was looking at him. He slipped on the stairs and stumbled a bit. He paused, pouting with a quivering lip. He took a deep breath before grabbing onto the railing and continuing to quickly pace up the stairs. "You're going to hurt yourself, sweetheart." he tried again, but Logan ignored him, and within seconds, his door shut behind him.

Patton sighed, going to stand up. "Maybe you should give him a second?" Roman suggested. Patton nodded,

"Not to long though." he confirmed. He knew he was crying, and that he was probably scared that Patton was mad at him. He'd give him a second to calm down, and then go comfort him himself.

"Hey, you dealt with that well. He didn't react well, but you're doing a good job." Virgil smiled at him, and Patton smiled back weakly. He was oh to worried about his baby boy.

"It's also gonna be okay. I think he's just emotional about something unrelated and he's just acting out a bit. And also fussy about being the littlest one. Everything's gonna be okay." Roman reassured. They were both using reassuring words that actually helped a bit. Telling him that he wasn't a bad caregiver, and that everything would be okay. It calmed him a bit before he headed up the stairs.

Patton tried opening the door, but pulled his hand back when he realized it was locked. "Baby boy, can you please open the door for Daddy?" he called out.

"Why?" he heard a wavering baby voice come from inside the room, Logan had most likely been crying, as Patton predicted.

"Because I want to talk to you, Logan." Patton spoke softly, tapping his foot a bit while he listened for a reply.

"Go 'way." he could barely make out his voice and sniffles due to how quiet he was.

"I don't want to go away, darling. I promise that I just want to help you, okay? I'm not mad at you, if that's what your worried about." He could hear Logan slowly approaching the door, and suddenly he could hear his voice much more clearly.

"weally? Not mad?" he asked in a heartbreaking voice.

"Of course I'm not mad! I'm sorry I snapped at you, and gave you a timeout. But punishment doesn't mean that I'm angry with you, little one." he spoke in a promising voice. He heard Logan unlock the door and back away. Patton quickly swung the door open and shut it behind him, finding the boy with his knees to his chest in his office chair.

He was sucking on his thumb, and still looked nervous. Patton came closer to him slowly, and Logan dropped his legs, adjusting them so that they were hanging normally off of the chair. "Okay, do you wanna explain what happened down there?" Patton crouched in front of the chair so that he met Logan's eye level.

Logan still found a way to avoid looking at his face, though. "Why were you so against cleaning up, hmm?" Logan gave a light shrug, but eventually started speaking. He pulled his thumb out of his mouth before doing so.

"Just didn't want to. To small...and sad." he mumbled the last line.

"Sad? Oh, baby, why are you sad?" Patton's face dropped and he looked at him with even more concern in his face then before.

"Feel bad." he whined, shifting in his seat uncomfortably.

"About refusing to clean, or something else?" Patton asked. Logan was weirdly emotional today, and now that he thought about it, it was possible he was upset about something since that morning, like Roman had suggested.

"Smallest one here, an-and m' a baby and you has to take care of me. Feel bad." he repeated himself, inching his thumb back towards his mouth. Patton took a second to process before he spoke in a really soft, but direct tone.

"You never have to feel bad because I'm taking care of you. I know that you don't like being the smallest side in the house, or feeling like a baby, but you don't have to act out because of it. I can handle a three year old, you don't have to be sad." he spoke with the hope that Logan would understand him. He reached forward and pulled his hand away from his mouth.

"m' sorry," he apologized.

"For what, sweetheart?" Patton asked softly.

"Not being good. Don't like getting in trouble." he sniffled lightly.

"You're not in trouble anymore. This doesn't mean you'll get out of timeout any other time you act out, but today's the exception, okay?" Logan softly nodded, and Patton leaned forward to kiss his forehead.

Logan looked down and swung his feet a bit. "Thank you, daddy." he mumbled.

"Now, lets head downstairs and pick up those toys, hmm? Then we can take a nap and move on from all this. How does that sound?" he offered, Logan nodding and letting Patton take his hand.

Logan didn't want to talk about punishments, but Patton was right about the fact that they probably should. Especially now that he knew that Logan wasn't always the most well behaved, even if it was emotion based brattiness.

So, now Logan knew that the dreaded conversation had to happen.

But like everything else, he knew that it'd turn out fine.

It always did.

[florbelles]

Ultimate Ship Meme: Fairbrooks 🍰 👠

here’s part ii of the clownery, love, this time with minimal contributions from the other one ( for once )

GENERAL

rate the ship awful | ew | no pics pls | i’m not comfortable | alright | i like it! | got pics? | let’s do it! | why is this not getting more attention?! | the otp to rule all other otps

how long will they last? they’re stuck with each other for eternity tbh

how quickly did/will they fall in love? in light of the whole “she’s a seed/they kill each other’s allies for a living/she definitely was originally seducing him to ensnare him for the project/opposite sides of the holy war” thing, embarrassingly quickly, but shhh, you’ll scare them off

how was their first kiss? outside the spread eagle, slightly tipsy, unsuspecting of the iconic love story chaotic nightmare they were about to unleash on themselves, and leading into one of lyra’s many, many crimes against the sanctity of mary may’s establishment

WEDDING

who proposed? ( lyra shot down john’s elaborate “Say Yes To Us” presentation concept before it got off the ground, you’re welcome wes ) there are a few ways they might have gone about this, ranging from but not limited to rings being slipped on fingers mid-sleep and lyra sending john over with a briefcase full of paperwork, but in actuality, it was lyra breathlessly explaining in true seed form an adrenaline fueled moment of emotional vulnerability that she wanted them to belong to each other, completely, forever, for real. maybe she’d drunk half a bottle of whiskey and poured the other half on the stab wound in her thigh, who can say!

who is the best man/men? no one by virtue of the criteria that no member of the wedding party should want to kill one (1) or more of them

who is the bride’s maid(s)? no one, same reason

who did the most planning? their other one was the only one planning anything, let’s be honest

who stressed the most? if they made it this far they’re past the point of stressing tbh, they ended up where they wanted to be ( but actually it was the other one )

how fancy was the ceremony? Back of a pickup truck | 2 ( only higher than a -1 because of the inherent fanciness of the minicultists ); it’s not a formal thing, it’s just for them and their collective commitment to each other; wes generously allows lyra & john to ink him ( reciprocally ) the way they did each other in place of rings to complete their unholy trinity | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

who was specifically not invited to the wedding? everyone else, but specifically joseph’s hairline; it simply doesn’t exist anymore, they finally did it in.

SEX

who is on top? wes is the lawful switch to lyra’s chaotic, so it can go either way, but for all her ostentation lyra is a secret simp/emotional bottom bitch, so the proverbial coin toss probably lands on wes more frequently; ultimately, though, it’s either/or

who is the one to instigate things? either/or; lyra might be a bit more of an aggressor in the beginning with her Ulterior Motives, but they’re both That Way

how healthy is their sex life? barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | they are humping each other on the couch right now

how kinky are they? straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | multiple bingos on the kink forms | don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head it is not a sex dungeon, thanks, it’s a perfectly respectable judgement chamber

how long do they normally last? they’re brats, they like to take their time when they can, but really it’s a question of how long they have before their allies resume murdering each other

do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? the only ones complaining are the ranch staff

how rough are they in bed? softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | the bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make dwayne johnson blush. also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it. ( lyra’s learned to make love at this point despite her Rabid Tendencies, so they Can be soft; enjoy the wall repairs during their hatefucking career though, shaggy )

how much cuddling/snuggling do they do? No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | they snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory. ( both secretly Like That, anD WHAT ABOUT IT )

CHILDREN

how many children will they have naturally? three; they made the twins, noah & jolene, and their other one contributed their younger son philip

how many children will they adopt? boomer and john

who gets stuck with the most diapers? shaggy

who is the stricter parent? the other one by virtue of neither of them being Strict (tm)

who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? they’re the ones doing dangerous stunts, they will not be stopped, the other one is Tired

who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? shaggy

who is the more loved parent? PROBABLY WES, lyra makes goddamn sure she isn’t her parents but she’s probably still a bit enigmatic to children, even her own, at least until they’re older

who is more likely to attend the pta meetings? shaggy ( it’s just joseph stressing for two hours straight )

who cried the most at graduation? they have never once experienced an emotion they’re fine they’re good please don’t look at them

who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? they’re either the law or consider themselves the law

COOKING

who does the most cooking? shaggy or casey or bust

who is the most picky in their food choice? neither, but hilariously probably moreso wes despite every appearance to the contrary; lyra finds his aversion to sweets evidence he is truly the antichrist

who does the grocery shopping? no one, lyra & the other one oversee the best stocked pantry in the county. it’s stocked by all the other pantries in the county

how often do they bake desserts? it’s them. they’re dessert. maybe they’re baked idk faith keeps lyra hooked up with the good stuff

are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? as neat as their meat is, they probably lean towards salads after experiencing shaggy’s venison ( but tbh it’s whatever’s served or available )

who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? not anniversary related, it’s just a surprise when wes has dinner! it’s takeout from the spread eagle because lyra got banned after the whole “tried to pacify fall’s end and revealed herself to the whole town as a seed” thing but she misses the grease traps! i jest. ly has her moments. maybe she even reveals the fact she could secretly cook this entire time. maybe. she would honestly probably go for something besides dinner to mark the occasion, though, something more personal to them since that hasn’t been a huge fixture in their relationship and culinary pursuits don’t top their lists

who is more likely to suggest going out? in any other lifetime, it would be lyra, but as it is, neither ( with the rare exception of the testy festy or other sinner-related function; does wes truly wish to attend or does he simply want to watch her willingly suffer for him? who can say! warms the heart. ) mostly the whole cult and opposite sides of the holy war thing keeps them in, but that’s probably where they’d choose to be, anyway.

who is more likely to burn the house down accidentally while cooking? wes is more likely to burn the house down. not because of cooking just because it’s seed ranch

CHORES

who cleans the room? shaggy

who is really against chores? lyra. it’s lyra. that’s it that’s the whole post

who cleans up after the pets? shaggy

who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? i mean, lyra, of the two of them, but it doesn’t matter, the flock’s gonna get to it eventually. be more concerned about what’s happening on top of that rug, it’s seen some shit

who stresses the most when guests are coming over? neither, though if they’re having guests the statistical odds are that they’re a mortal enemy of one or the other, so they probably should be

who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? there’s literally just money sitting around the house, wes doesn’t have to deep dive if he wants to annoy her with robbery

MISC

who takes the longer showers/baths? showers are very special to them. lyra, functionally, by a considerable amount, but if it’s a communal situation it ends up the same

who takes the dog out for a walk? both if they have the time for it, but boomer’s more likely to go with wes during the day since he’s not favorably disposed towards non-lyra cultists

how often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? wes didn’t find her eyeless tongueless sinner corpses wearing santa hats and antlers amusing, so she won’t be doing that anymore. in all seriousness, if lyra has the ranch decorated it’s because she’s going stir crazy in the cold months and is using extra ass holiday aesthetics to console herself

what are their goals for the relationship? she just wants to take him to church march him right through eden’s gate ( oh lord ) belong to each other tbh

who is most likely to sleep till noon? neither; they’re up before dawn every morning, much to their other one’s eternal chagrin

who plays the most pranks? between hilarious pranks like wes blowing up her property and killing her chosen and lyra abducting and mutilating his allies in absolutely proportionate retaliation, we’ll call them tied. truly their greatest prank was on themselves the day lyra danced to black magic woman on the spread eagle bar, may they never recover from it.

[itsthejuggernautbitch]

Is nebula a top or bottom with another woman - i need to know please and give examples to explain your answer 😜

Trick question - she’s a switch. Happy holidays, y’all!

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Nebula has never let people into her life - openness simply didn’t come naturally. But she was naturally stubborn, always had been. Thanos’s influence had only reinforced her natural pigheadedness. She’d been trained alongside her so-called siblings since the day Thanos took her in to get the job done by any means necessary without succumbing to the influences around her. Whatever needed to be done, she could do it. Suffice it to say that her lifestyle wasn’t great for personal relationships.

And of course, she was known as the biggest sadist in the galaxy for many. She’d gotten that title early on in life, always showing a propensity for being harder, better, meaner than everyone else. That special brand of sadism stretched over most aspects of her life, all the way down to the fun, sexy stuff. When a job needed to be completed with allure rather than outright murderous force, she would use her proclivities to keep the upper hand. There’s flattery, there’s touching and whispers in her mark’s ear in her honeyed voice, and there’s control. 

Yeah, she has an issue with control. She knows. No, there’s not much she can do to alleviate that. But with you… Well, you’re different. There’s control - and make no mistake, she loves that control - but then there’s the conscious choice to relinquish that control. And it’s very, very enticing.

It took you a long time to chip away at the mild suspicion Nebula carries for every living thing around her, but once you’d proven yourself to be different, the good soul was able to show through. And once you finally had her trust, your few-and-far-between nights together evolved from you on your back with your hands and feet tied to a smooth exchange of responsibility. To that end, you’d convinced Nebula, finally, to give up the control she craves. 

Tonight is your night to call the shots. Nebula agreed to it, promised, and Nebula doesn’t back out on her promises. 

When Nebula showed up at your room on Contraxia, she’d dressed in her usual leather-esque armor and a thick cloak to keep her warm in the planet’s frozen tundra. A delicate web of frost covered the mechanical parts of her face, as they were the only bits of her that couldn’t fight the cold. She hung up her cloak by the door and stood just beyond the threshold of the door. 

Nebula had never been great at hiding her feelings with you, but she’d always been able to present a strong front. But when she stood before you in your personal chambers, she was visibly nervous.

“You’re late,” you said, sitting on the edge of your bed. You crossed your legs and waited for her to step inside and close the door.

Nebula surveyed your room, gaze lingering on the flashy colors. Your room is a hodgepodge of color, bright and airy, filled to capacity with pillows and blankets, and altogether wholesome. Luckily for you, you’d been given a room where the view from your window was the backside of Contraxia, all trees and snowflakes, so you could at least pretend that your visits together took place in a beautiful winter wonderland rather than a sprawling space brothel.

“You know my father doesn’t like to stop here,” Nebula replied. She shut the door behind her and meandered in a little further from the door. “Gamora has a job to do here. Hence why I was able to come at all.”

You sighed, guilty. You know its not her fault that she’s late, but it had been months since you’d seen her in person. Her absence had been stifling. “I’m sorry. I’m grateful for any time I get to spend with you, even if it’s not as much as I would like.”

“Don’t be sorry,” Nebula said. She was wholly out of place among the warm tones; they made her blue skin pop even more brightly. “He’s been… even more strict with leave lately.”

You motioned for Nebula to come sit next to you, and she meandered over with hesitation. You understood why she was still nervous to meet you sometimes, even though you’d tried to convince her that she (and you) was safe on Contraxia. But she’d been trained to never be fully at ease anywhere, and it would take a long time - if ever - to convince her that she was safe with you in your room. “Do you think he knows?”

“About us?” Nebula asks, staring at your face. You reached out to take her hands and settled them into your lap. “Yes, I’m sure he does. But he does not begrudge any of us what he deems are… small distractions. He considers it generosity - a reward for being cooped up on the ship for so long.”

You rubbed circles into the backs of her hands with your thumbs, smirking. “I’d say I’m more than a small distraction.”

Nebula nodded. “I agree. He, on the other hand, does not share the same opinion.”

You take her chin and tilt it towards you. She’s taller than you, even sitting down. “Well, best to let him believe what he wants to believe. About this, at least.”

“We don’t have as much time as I would like,” Nebula said, mirroring your movement. She took your cheek in her hand, her thumb bracing your chin. “But we do have tonight.”

“Let’s not waste time, then.” You stood up and pulled Nebula to her feet. “Are you still okay with the proposed arrangement this time?”

Nebula averted her eyes. “…Yes.”

“You hesitated. Are you sure you’re okay with this? We can do the usual…”

“I am eager,” Nebula said, matter-of-factly. “But I am… not used to this.”

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes.” 

No hesitation that time. That was a good sign. She usually hesitated if you asked her that. You stood up on your tiptoes to kiss her. “Then you know I’ll stop if you want.”

“Yes,” Nebula said. “Well, let’s begin.”

You walked over to your nightstand and produced two lengths of black fabric. You set them on the edge of the bed before turning to face her. “Undress, then.”

“Undress me,” Nebula said, automatically.

You grinned. “That’s not the arrangement.”

Nebula twitched. "You're right."

She moved to start undressing, reaching behind her back to grab at her zipper, but you stopped her before she could pull it down. You took her hands and brought one up to your face so you could kiss the inside of her wrist. "I can see how uncomfortable you are, you know."

"I won’t be uncomfortable for long. I will deal with it."

"I don't want you to deal with it. I want you to enjoy this experience," you insisted. You brought both her hands up to your chest and held them there, right against your heart. “I never get to see you, Nebula. I don’t get to offer you this nearly as often as you deserve. If your complete enjoyment means we change the arrangement this time, then that’s fine.”

“I will enjoy it,” Nebula assured, though you could see she almost didn’t believe it herself. “This is different. I will adapt.”

“Please, please, tell me if you-”

“Yes.” Nebula pulled her hands away and reached behind her back again. “I believe you told me to undress?”

You searched her face, looking for any hint that she may back out. You knew better than to believe she ultimately would, though. She would eschew her own comfort in the face of backing down from a challenge. You supposed, at the end of the day, that was the basis of this arrangement anyway - trading the comfort and safety of the usual affair for a different pleasure.

“...I did, yes,” you said, stepping back away from her. “Leave your clothes on the chair when you’ve finished.”

Nebula obeyed without another word, first removing the leather-substitute vest she favorited. She discarded the band underneath next, exposing her torso completely. You watched intently, gaze lingering on her face, her neck, her soft breasts; she didn’t shy away from your gaze, merely meeting it with her usual intensity. Next, her pants and underwear followed. She folded her clothes into a neat stack and deposited them on the chair in the corner of the room.

You crooked your finger when she looked at you expectantly. “Come here.”

Nebula’s march was slow, purposeful, as she crossed the room. As many times as you’d seen her like this - naked, stalking through your room like a cat - you would never get tired of it. Every scar, every modification, every inch of her was perfect. Even if this arrangement was different, even if you were the one commanding her this time, her presence was inescapable, as if she had her own gravitational pull. You would make sure that she received the utmost pleasure despite her reservations and her discomfort.

“Undress me. Leave everything in the chair.”

Nebula removed everything from the top down, piece by piece, and folded it all into a neat little stack. Her fingers twitched at every clasp, wanting to touch and feel, but she continued on without faltering. You hadn’t been wearing many layers to begin with, so it didn’t take her long to remove everything and consolidate it into a small stack. Once she was finished, she left everything in the chair and returned to her place.

“Sit.”

She sat on the edge of the bed, hands resting on the sheets next to her. You slipped between her legs, nudging her thighs apart with your knees. You placed your palms on her cheeks and turned her face up to look at you. 

“You will listen…” you began, rubbing circles into her cheekbones with your thumbs. She nodded, careful not to shake your hands off. “I am going to tie your hands above your head. You may speak, if you wish. I may inflict pain, if the mood strikes. I will stop immediately if you use your words, and we will evaluate how to proceed from there.”

Nebula answered with a wordless, slight nod. 

“Very well,” you said. “Let’s begin.”

You leaned in to kiss her, pressing your mouth to hers. She surged up to meet you, hungry and eager for physical contact. Her lips were soft and pliant, wholly perfect as they moulded to yours. Your hands slipped down from her cheeks to her shoulders, squeezing all the taut muscle. That would have to be enough for the time being; you wanted to make her work for it.

You pushed her shoulders gently and stepped away. “Lay back. Cross your wrists above your head.”

Again, she obeyed. You climbed into her lap and straddled her waist, reaching out for one of the black ties you’d left on the bed earlier. As you leaned over her to tie the cloth around her wrists, your breasts hung in her face, inviting her to kiss, to bite, to suck. You almost wished she would, but she remained still. Her only movement was the strained twitch of her wrists when you tied the cloth around them. 

You slid down her body and stopped to press a kiss to her throat and trailed your lips down her chest, pausing to flick her nipple with your tongue. You circled each peak languidly with the tip of your tongue, taking special care to rasp over them until you were sure she must have been getting sore. Still, she stayed silent and still. Such determination she had - it made you smile. You took one dusty blue nipple between your teeth and bit down, finally pulling a whimper from deep in her throat. She bucked against you, but you held her hips down with your elbows.

You moved up to hover over her, making sure that she could see your face. “I am going to make you make that noise again. I will make you moan louder every single time.”

You sat up and moved to the side so that you straddled just her thigh. You trailed your hand down her body to the junction between her legs and probed down the line of her clit. You dipped the tip of your finger in and found her already dripping wet. In an effort to make her moan again, you pressed the pad of your thumb down against her clit and pushed a finger in, massaging in slow circles. With your other hand, you continued to tease the breast closest to your side, pinching and pulling at her nipple. 

Her fists clenched and unclenched, but she made no move to pull them free. You pushed another finger in and she whimpered again, inviting you to press down harder, pump your fist faster. You declined to oblige and maintained the same slow, torturous pace.

“Harder,” she gasped, bucking up against your hand.

“Was that an order?” you asked, rubbing your cunt against her thigh.

“A request.”

Instead of doing as she asked, you pulled your fingers out and climbed off of her thigh. She breathed deep and relaxed back into your mattress, equal parts frustrated by and relieved for the short reprieve. And didn’t she look perfect - legs spread, hands tied above her head, watching you like she’d chase you to the ends of the universe. 

“I’m not taking requests tonight.” You reached for the second length of cloth. It had been shoved to a corner of the mattress, almost completely off the bed. “I think it’s time we moved on… Lift your head.”

You tied the cloth around her head, covering her eyes. She tensed up, scrunching up her nose and clenching her fists again. Once you’d secured the blindfold in place, you ran your palm down her cheek and leaned in to kiss her. This kiss wasn’t like the first - heated and hungry. This was soft and reassuring, just the brush of your mouth on hers - a promise that she was in good hands. She leaned into the kiss but didn’t unclench her hands.

“Relax,” you murmured into her ear, kissing her cheek. You climbed off the bed and strode over to your dresser. In the second drawer was a gilded little box, just large enough to house a small collection of toys you saved just for Nebula. You extracted a harness and slipped it on over your hips, affixing the necessary equipment to the proper place. Once you were satisfied your harness was secure, you fished a second toy out of the box and a bottle of lube. “Roll onto your stomach.”

Nebula complied, but slowly. She was perfect from head to toe, taut and muscular - battle-hardened. You ran your hand down her spine, marvelling at the bumps and cords of muscle overlayed with knotted scars and half-healed scratches. She flexed, arching into your touch, and sighed your name.

“Is the teasing necessary?” Nebula huffed, impatient as always.

“Only to make you learn patience,” you replied, smirking. 

You slipped your hand down between her thighs and found her entrance, working your fingers into the softness. Her breath hitched with every movement, muscles twitching and contracting as you stretched her open and placed the tip of the toy against her. You extracted your fingers and eased the tip in, moving just slowly enough to let her adjust to the feeling. Her thighs tensed, trembling, as you eased all the way in, circling her clit with just enough pressure to make her groan.

You moved experimentally, thrusting in and out as slowly as you could. Nebula groaned again, made a noise that was close to words, but cut off when you pushed in just a little harder. She clenched her fists again, unable to move to gain any kind of relief, and shoved her cheek down into the mattress. You thrust in again, this time hard enough to make her spine arch. You leaned over her, pressing down against her back and continuously moving your hips, and licked the shell of her ear. 

“Stop teasing and let me-”

You kissed the spot just under her earlobe. “That sounds like an order. Do you want me to stop?”

“No, just-”

You thrust again, cutting her off with a loud groan. “Just what? Please, do tell.”

“Just let me come.”

It wasn’t an order so much as it was begging, albeit in Nebula’s curt voice. It was the closest you’d ever heard her come to pleading - or even asking nicely. You thought about teasing her into saying please, but it was extremely likely that you’d never get her to that point. She’d choke on the words before they’d come out of her mouth.

You giggled in her ear, enjoying the shiver that ran down her spine. “You’re so sensitive. Go ahead.”

You thrust again, circling her clit, until she tensed under you. When she finally unclenched, she rested against your mattress, almost boneless. You pulled out and dropped the harness to the floor before climbing onto the bed next to her and pulling her into your lap. You pull the tie on the fabric around her wrists and eyes and toss each length to the side.

“Are you okay?” you asked, kissing the top of Nebula’s head. She looked up at you, equal parts soft and fierce. Your heart aches knowing that she can’t stay here with you, but you’ve resolved to make the most of the rest of your night. 

Nebula doesn’t answer so much as climbs on top of you. You take that to mean she’s okay.

[olliya]

How popular is MadaSaku in context of other Madara’s and Sakura’s ships? Part 2

@madasakuweek​

I am honestly shocked how many people liked my ship popularity analysis. Well, prepared for the second part - Fanfiction.net. It’s even longer!!! But imo more interesting.

Finding the popularity of ships on ff.net is both easier and more complicated, depending how do you approach the problem.

Let’s break up the task into two parts.

Approach 1

FF.net has a Pairing Option that was introduced in October 2013. This function makes the names of characters appear in square bracket, for example: [Madara U., Sakura H.] indicating that those characters form a romantic pair in a given fic.

When using Filters (Figure 1.a.) after choosing the character of interest, one can tick the Pairing Option, and then browse (using up and down arrows) through all the characters of the fandom. The number of fics tagged with Pairing Option between the character of interest (here: Madara) and every character B (here: Sakura) appear on the bottom of the panel (Figure 1.b.).

Data gathered through browsing through all of the Naruto characters with Pairing Option On give unequivocal results. The only limitations of this method is the relatively late introduction time point of Pairing Option (introduced in 2013, while Naruto started publishing in 1999), and sometimes peculiar definitions of “Characters” on ff.net (example: Naruko as a separate character, “Team 7” as a “Character”).

Results for Madara and Sakura are presented below (Figures 2. and 3.) For clarity, ships with four or more fics are shown for Madara. In case of Sakura, all the ships with >4 fics in a graph would blur the picture. Therefore, her Top 20 ships are presented in Figure 3., and the rest is summarized in the Table 1. The analysis was performed on 22.10.2019.

However, ff.net was launched on 15.10.1998 (which precedes publication of Naruto by one year) so there is a 14 year-worth of fic creation when the Pairing Option wasn’t available. To get the complete overview of ship popularity it is necessary to include the body of work created in the earlier years of ff.net.

This issue was addressed through Approach 2.

Approach 2

During the period of 1998-2013 fics were labelled with ship names in the summaries, and readers would look for ships of interest typing ship name into the search box. During those times certain conventional phrases were coined for the ships, and putting those in the summary allowed potential readers to find the story. Searching ff.net using selected phrases and collecting the corresponding fic numbers gives insight into those part of fanworks. Employment of search engine is shown in Figure 4. on the example of phrase “madasaku”.

I performed searches for common ships, basing the list on the ships with 4 or more fics as found using Pairing Option (see: section above).

I searched for the phrases that were and still are still commonly used ship names in Naruto fandom.

In general, there are three common ways to indicate a ship:

a)      Merger of names, usually using first two syllables of both names, usually (but not always) with male name being first part of the phrase. Example: madasaku, and (less commonly used) sakumada. For the M/M and F/F couples, both orders are used, and it is impossible to predict which form is more common. Example: sakuhina and hinasaku would be used with similar frequency.

In case of names composed of two syllables or shorter, one syllable is often used.

b)     Name_1xName_2 – complete names of characters separated by letter “x”, without spaces in between. There is no strict preference as to which name goes first more frequently, i.e. sakuraxmadara is equally plausible as madaraxsakura.

c)      A combination of the above, i.e. shortened versions of names connected with an “x”, without spaces (example: madaxsaku)

Search engine of ff.net is case-insensitive, i.e. searching for “madasaku” will bring the same results as searching for “Madasaku” and “MadaSaku” (thank gods).

Other possible naming convention, even if there are/were used, aren’t correctly recognized by the search engine of ff.net. If there are spaces between the words of the phrase (example: “Madara x Sakura”) the search results in all fics containing words “Madara”, “x” and “Sakura” in summary, but not necessary together. Separating character names with slash “/”, even without usage of spaces (example: “Madara/Sakura”) results in list of fic containing “Madara” and “Sakura”, not necessary together (slash symbol gets ignored).

Therefore, the ship names of the kinds described above weren’t included in this analysis.

Other potential ship names variations (using “*”, using “&”, and surely a multitude of others variants that I couldn’t think of) were not included due to their relative infrequency (and limits to capacity and imagination).

For every ship included in the results of Approach 1 (total 43 searches for Sakura’s ships, and 12 searches for Madara’s ships), I searched for the following phrases (on example of MadaSaku ship):

madasaku

sakumada 

madaraxsakura 

sakuraxmadara 

madaxsaku 

sakuxmada

Certain ship names don’t follow the usual rules and/ or required special treatment. For example, for the ship Gaara/Haruno Sakura the common names merger is GaaSaku (and not GaaraSaku). Tsunade/ Haruno Sakura is equally often (or rarely, because it is very rare) abbreviated to TsuSaku and Tsunasaku. Fics tagged with TobiSaku name merger may mean Senju Tobirama/Haruno Sakura as well as Tobi (Obito’s persona)/Haruno Sakura – in this case, fics were manually inspected, and assigned to correct categories. Ship with Naruko (which scored relatively high in Pairing Option analysis), was not really possible to assess, because the merger name “narusaku” is identical for the merger of Uzumaki Naruto/Haruno Sakura (for good reasons).

All the fics for given pair were summed up (i.e. for Uchiha Madara/Haruno Sakura ship the fic numbers retrieved through searches for “madasaku”, “sakumada”, “madaraxsakura”, “sakuraxmadara”, “madaxsaku” and “sakuxmada” were added together).

Results for Madara and Sakura are presented below (Figures 5. and 6.). In case of Sakura, including all the examined ships in a graph would blur the picture. Therefore, her Top 20 ships are presented in Figure 6., and the rest is summarized in the Table 2. The analysis was performed on 22.10.2019.

This list presented in Table 2 is not a comprehensive one. There are certainly more ships with <10 fics that were not included. One prominent, detected example is Chōji, who has 13 fics in as a ship partner of Sakura, but was not included in Table 2 because according to the Pairing Option he had no fics with Sakura.

 Limitations of the method

Employed method depends on performing six independent searches and summing up the numbers from those searches. A fic tagged with more than one of the searched phrases will be counted multiple times. For example: if a fic contained phrases “MadaSaku” and “MadaraxSakura” in its summary, it was counted twice. In extreme case, one fic would generate six data points: one real, and five false.

Nevertheless, since the same treatment was applied to all the pairings, the errors should be distributed in the same way across all the ships. Therefore, even if the numerical values obtained through this analysis don’t necessarily correspond to reality, the results should reflect respective relations between the ships (i.e. “ranking” should be correct). This assumption is true however only if all the subdivisions of the fandom follow the same customs and tagging etiquette. I.e. if creators writing for SasuSaku followed a habit of including only one Ship Name in their summaries, while creators of MadaSaku tended to include multiple Ship Names, then my method of analysis would overestimate the significance of MadaSaku ship. However, I am not aware of such trends existing in Naruto fandom.

Additionally, Ship Name tagging system allows for tagging infinite number of ships in one fic, therefore certain fics have been counted multiple times.

 Discussion

When considering fics tagged with Pairing Option, Sakura ranks as Madara’s second most popular ship partner, after Hashirama and before Tobirama. As on AO3, it is telling that a relatively “exotic” pairing with OC ranks 4th among Madara’s ships.

Madara is the 9th most popular ship partner of Sakura. Comparing and contrasting Sakura’s data between ff.net and AO3 would be an interesting analysis in its own right, but here I will only point out the switch of positions between Naruto and Kakashi as Sakura’s ship partners (Naruto is a strong 2nd on ff.net, while Kakashi takes this position on AO3); and relatively low, 7th place of Ino (strong 4th on AO3).

When taking into account data gathered though Ship Names Searches, Sakura ranks as Madara’s 2nd most popular ship partner (after Hashirama and before OC).

Madara, on the other hand is Sakura’s 15th most popular ship partner. Since Ship Names Searches results are mostly derived from fics published in earlier years in Naruto fandom, his lower place can be explained by his very late appearance in the franchise (on-panel in February 2008 - almost 9 years after Naruto started publishing and in person in the story in October 2011 - 12 years after begin of publishing).

Data gathered in this analysis present a unique opportunity for looking into the development of ship popularity over time.

Results from Pairing Option reflect mostly the state of fandom in years 2013-2019, while the results from Ship Names Search show the status from the earlier years. The exact division is however somewhat blurred as some fics published before October 2013 has been retroactively tagged using Pairing Option (even if the majority of older fics remain untagged). The reverse is also true – many fics published after introduction of Pairing Option, even as recently as end of 2019, fail to use it. Additionally, many fics are tagged using both systems: the Pairing Option and Ship Name in summary.

Nevertheless one can tentatively regard Pairing Option results as “new”, or “current” ones, while the ones coming from the Ship Names Searches as “older” ones.

Figure 7. presents position changes in Top 12 Madara’s ships. Ranking from Pairing Option analysis was regarded as current and compared to the “older” ranking composed from all the fics tagged with Ship Names (regardless their publishing date). A positive value in the Figure 7. indicates a gain of popularity, for example: Tobirama gained 2 positions among Madara’s ships when comparing the “current” and “older” results.

This analysis reveals that certain ships (with Tobirama, Naruto and Hinata) gained, while ships with OC and Itachi lost on popularity. Dramatic loss of Itachi ship popularity is very interesting and one can speculated that it could be caused by Tobi/Obito reveal.

The same analysis was performed for Sakura’s ships and is presented in Figure 8.

Inspecting changes in Sakura ships’ rankings allows for several interesting observations. Minato, Shisui, Madara and Sasori are among greatest winners. It is symptomatic that all, except Sasori, are characters that appeared (or became relevant) later during the franchise. Among the characters losing in popularity as Sakura’s ship partners are members of Konoha Eleven (Lee, Kiba, Sai, Neji), an Akatsuki member (Deidara) and OC. It should also be noted that five top positions (Sasuke, Naruto, Kakashi, Itachi and Gaara) remained unchanged.

To further examine the “current” and “older” state of fandom, upon harvesting Ship Names data I sorted the fics according to publication date and took note of how many fics were published before and how many after 01.10.2013 (approximate date of introduction of Pairing Option tool).

If one repeats the analysis from Figures 7. and 8. considering only fics published before 01.10.2013 as “older” ones, the following pictures appears (Figure 9. and 10.):

Using this definition of “older” fics (i.e. fics tagged with Ship Names that were published until October 2013), the gain of popularity of Tobirama ship becomes even mor evident (gain of 7 positions). Ships with Itachi (as in the previous analysis) and Sasuke (undetected in the previous analysis) lost on popularity.

Sakura ships’ dynamics according to this definition of “older” fics show even more pronounced position gains of Minato and Shisui, but otherwise similar trends to previous analysis.

Analysis of ship popularity on ff.net is a challenging one, but since this platform was, and still is main archive for Naruto fandom (407 thousands fics vs 49 thousand on AO3) it is important to address this issue even if methodology is far from perfect.

I am open to all the comments, suggestions and hints, as the data collection was a major effort and I’m sure that this data can be used in many other different ways.

[unordinary-analysis]

AU-Thoughts: A personality/Role-Swap between Arlo And Seraphina (I thought of this while in the car today LOL!) X'D

(Edit: I hate everything i say in the top half because honestly after doing the bottom part, I don’t really agree anymore, but you know what I put time into this lmao and I need to post something, so yeah. Sorry about this.)

Sorry for late response but i think y’all know that by now lol

I really like this because, as I think I’ve said before, I really think that Seraphina and Arlo are very similar characters. Or, at least, under the right conditions, I think they could have ended up like each other.

The similarities are striking, actually. However, they really only are at that point of time before the story starts. The time that we see in flashbacks. Both Seraphina and Arlo came from impactful backgrounds or at least similar mindsets (Arlo’s background was quite different, but he was put in a similar position to Sera closer to the start of the story). Here’s a quick list of their initial similarities:

- very powerful (royals)

- apathetic to lower-tiers/anyone

- obsessed with their authority:

- Seraphina: obsessed with others viewing her as this perfect royal, a paragon

- Arlo: obsessed with using his command as a royal to maintain order

I didn’t even list indefinite personality traits (apathy is canon for both characters) and it’s easy to see how like their personalities are. I could even argue that Arlo was also obsessed with perfection like Seraphina because he really was obsessed with being the best royal. Not exactly in the same way as Sera, who was more invested in if people thought she was a good royal. Arlo wanted his reign to be just and, well, perfect.

We know Seraphina’s background was very involved with hierarchy, power, perfection. From a young age, Seraphina was shoved into this expectation of becoming the best of her peers by her parents, friends, teachers... She was really engaged in this mindset that she couldn’t let people down. She had to be the best royal because it was her responsibility as the most powerful student. She felt this obligation.

We know Arlo’s background is different. We don’t really know anything about his home life, or his family, but we do know about his experience serving under Rei, who was honestly such an influential presense in Arlo’s life that it probably doesn’t even matter where Arlo came from before that. Rei was the person that made Arlo who he is, though not exactly intentionally.

They’re both at kind of the same place before John transfers to Wellston. Both Sera and Arlo have been almost forced in a way to be part of this heriarchy. Sera by her peers and Arlo’s internal obligation to himself to make Rei proud (also could be exchanged for ‘Arlo’s obligation to fix what Rei had done by creating a perfect balance between destructive chaos and violent tyranny, honoring Rei’s reign, yet ensuring that who’s meant to be on top, stays on top.‘ But that’s too long lol).

The thing is, as Serahina’s friendship with John grew and his influence wore off on her, she gradually became less and less concerned with how others viewed her. While she used to be so concerned about letting people down, John taught her to not care what people thought. This is something that would really confuse the other royals, especially Arlo. Arlo and Seraphina understood each other, or had at some point (I literally talk about something like this in this post about ships a while back) if you scroll down my page). Then, suddenly, Sera replaces the parts of her similar to Arlo with those of John to form a new person that Arlo can’t really comprehend anymore. It’s likely why he tried hard to get her reinvolved in the hierarchy and why he felt that he had to get Seraphina back. I think that either Arlo was attached to the Seraphina that understood him, or maybe attached to her reign beside him as a royal because I know that Arlo was a very logical person, and rarely let his emotions guide his actions. Regardless, I am certain that Arlo missed the old Sera.

Anyway,

Seraphina grew away from Arlo as her personality became less and less similar to his, but it was entirely because of John. John was the sole (right?) cause of Seraphina straying from how she’d acted throughout her whole life.

In a proper au, the personality/role switch would ideally be from the beginning of the story, correct? Not just shoved in at like some random point, like now, because the characters in each situation has grown into it. Beginning Seraphina would not act like recent Seraphina. Same for Arlo. Their storylines have changed them as people and that means if we throw, say, Arlo into Sera’s current storyline, it would not be the same as his character having lived through her storyline for the entire time. This is a basic concept and I hope I’m not making people seem stupid, but maybe a better example is if we threw old Seraphina’s character into her latest storyline (basically: if Seraphina hadn’t changed at all when she became friends with John, which I believe is actually impossible because I don’t think they would be friends if Seraphina hadn’t changed but that’s off topic lol). She would no doubt act more indifferent, or probably be upset that someone more powerful is taking her old place at the head of the school (she doesn’t have her powers at this point, remember).

Because Arlo’s and Seraphina’s starting character traits were so similar

I personally believe that nothing much would be all that different.

So i know this answer is annoying as shit, trust me, but I don’t really think I can really think or prove a world where if Arlo had been put into Sera’s position at the beginning of the story, he would have acted much differently than she did.

If you guys disagree with my answer, cool. I actually do not really support this answer I’ve come up with because I keep thinking, “sure they acted similar in the beginning, but their emotions and what they feel connected to, that is different for both of them, so there’s no way of saying that something wouldn’t affect the storyline along the way. It’s called the butterfly effect.” Or... something like that idk.

Anyway. This is why I’ve decided to have a little more fun with this. Personality switch, I’ve debunked, but a less strict role swap (there’s a difference I swear)? Hell yeah.

Broooooooooo I really want to write out this small description of what this would look like so let’s go :D.

Okay first: let’s determine what roles Arlo and Seraphina have right now.

Seraphina has currently found out that her best friend of like a year, John, (??? I really need to get That timeline worked out) has been hiding something huge from her, something whose coverup gave birth to their friendship. Not only that, but his entire character, which has, Seraphina can’t deny, been getting more and more different for months now, his character, that Sera has grown used and attached to, has been completely flipped on its head. This is the friend that was there for her when Sera lost her powers, when she needed consolation, who gave Sera the courage to stand up to her mother. And he was all a lie.

Arlo has recently been facing a threat to the thing he holds above all else, something he put endless work into: the hierarchy. Arlo has put so much effort into establishing himself as leader, cleaning up after Rei, and making sure the school runs smoothly. He’s dedicated, okay. But then, because he wanted to fix another small part of the hierarchy and get a friend back, Arlo starts involving John, who despises him for it, so much so that after Arlo apologizes for bringing him back into the hierarchy, John says he’ll tear the whole system down (again: the one thing that Arlo is unbelievably attached to). One by one John is hurting his friends and there’s nothing he can do to stop him, nothing he can do. As a final, desperate blow, Arlo reveals a long kept secret to John’s best friend. If this doesn’t work, he has no moves left and he loses all the hard work he put into the hierarchy and has to watch John unravel it all.

Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way: let’s just... :

Arlo has currently found out that his best friend of like a year, John, has been hiding something huge from him, something whose coverup gave birth to their friendship. Not only that, but his entire character, which has, Arlo can’t deny, been changing for months now, his character, that Arlo has grown used and attached to, has been completely flipped on its head. This is the friend that was there for him when Arlo lost his powers, when he needed consolation, who gave Arlo the courage to stand up to his mother. And he was all a lie.

Seraphina has recently been facing a threat to the thing she holds above all else, something she put endless work into: the hierarchy. Sera has put so much effort into establishing herself as leader, cleaning up after Rei, and making sure the school runs smoothly. She’s dedicated, okay. But then, because she wanted to fix another small part of the hierarchy and get a friend back, Sera starts involving John, who despises her for it, so much so that after Seraphina apologizes for bringing him back into the hierarchy, John says he’ll tear the whole system down. One by one John is hurting her friends and there’s nothing she can do to stop him, nothing she can do. As a final, desperate blow, Sera reveals a long kept secret to John’s best friend. If this doesn’t work, she has no moves left and she loses all the hard work she put into the hierarchy and has to watch John unravel it all.

And guess who’s gonna stop there :DD. Me. I think- I think it’s better if I leave this here actually... Let’s you guys think about it... I don’t really want to write all this out, just trying something. I think it’s pretty good though hmm......

I still kind of think the characters would act similar, but I don’t know. I think the same things would happen regardless of the au, but there’s just something so intriguing about seeing the names in a situation we don’t normally see them in i d k.

Yo I sound so lame. I’m not new to au’s ugh I sound like a try hard don’t I? Lol.

Comment your au’s below or any criticism bye :) I’m too tired to fix this bc I know I sound really contradictory this whole time but I give up lmao (i have a 2% work ethic R.I.P.)

[fancyfrey]

Castor, the Six Star Hero

an OC centric BNHA fanfiction

Chapter 3

Touma wants to become a pro hero. He trains every day and studies the special moves and techniques of pros and sidekicks alike at his part time job. But there’s one thing in his way: In a world were 90% of the population had some sort of super human ability known as a quirk, Touma was one of the 10% that didn’t. Touma was quirkless, but that won’t stop him from pursuing his dream of working in the hero industry like the rest of his family. This is the story of how Castor, the Six Star Hero became the first quirkless pro hero.

Touma was certain he was going insane. Someone else couldn’t act as someone else’s quirk, he wasn’t even sure if that lady was actually real. He remembered he took a hard blow and landed badly the last time he went to the dojo. Maybe he hit his head there.

That could explain him hallucinating that lady and her friends the other day. Coupled with the stress of making it into the hero program or not, that meant his mind was conjuring up ways to cope with his messed up brain. Yes. That was it.

I’m sorry I can’t explain it. A voice said in something he recognised as Cantonese.

He was able to tune out most of the chatter, like tuning a radio to a quiet station and lowering the volume down to near mute.

Thankfully like some unspoken agreement ‘they’ kept their distance when he was at school or sleeping. And they respected his personal head space when he was at the Innovations lab too, when he needed to focus. And so, he found himself spending every minute outside of school or the dojo at the Innovation Enterprises head office. He had even commandeered a spare desk at the accounting department so he could work on new designs in peace. He was spending a lot more time at Innovation than usual, and his uncle and his coworkers noticed.

“Hey, maybe once you start at U.A. you can get an internship here,” one of the lab techs joked.

“That’s basically what he’s doing now, isn’t it?” Another employee laughed.

“He won’t be getting an internship here, he’d go to one of the other hero agencies! The ones where they actually fight villains. And with his skills, he can fit in easy with Kamui Woods, or Gunhead!”

“Hey. How’s Endeavour’s new suit coming along? Yeah, I’m paying you to make uniforms, not gossip.” His uncle scolded, but the slight upturn of his lips assured them he didn’t mean it too harshly. The employees quickly turned back to their work.

“How are you doing, kid?” his uncle asked. Okara Rokuhoshi was a man that was strict, but fair. Touma often looked up to his uncle as a father figure, and Okara looked to the young boy like a son.

“Finishing up the last of the final exams,” Touma said. “And there’s less distractions here.”

“Seriously?” His uncle questioned, he could hear someone call out trial numbers for a new gear test on the other side of the wall, small explosions from experiments on occasion and the rumble and whir of heavy machinery.Touma nodded.

“Yes.” He said sincerely.

Touma was able to discern at least three different voices. The bubbly Cantonese lady who played with the mouse and the silver haired woman who always had snow on her boots and in her hair. The rough voice that belonged to the blond and foul mouthed lock pick. There was one other voice he’d only heard once, but he figured the less he heard of them all, the better.

“Gosh Touma, you’re still here?” His aunt Suzume said as she walked into the office to report on some more field tests and brag about villains she’d captured. “It’s getting late, do you need me to bring you home? I’m heading out again in about an hour. You good to wait?”

He shrugged and nodded, he wasn’t done his homework yet, but he didn’t want his mom to start worrying again.  "Hey, Touma, can you grab me that magnetic wire prototype in my office?“ His uncle called. Touma nodded and went to the office. Inside were framed blueprints of support gear and costumes his uncle had designed that were out there, used by pro heroes, active or retired. His desk was large and had some sort of organised mess upon its top that only his uncle could decipher. The magnetic wire prototype sat on the desk. Beside the desk were boxes of clothes, labeled 'ship to U.A.’

Inside were blue uniforms, with a white 'U’ around the neck and an 'A’ around the torso and down the legs. Touma stopped and stared at the contents of the box. Looking at his uncle’s desk closer, there were two binders of hero costume schematics. One of the binders was open to a page that had costume specifications for a speed type quirk in a script and drawings that weren’t made by his uncle’s hand but had lots of notes and amendments in red ink. Touma could see a drawing of a figure wearing a suit with exhaust pipes on its back, and on its calves.

'Do you still want to be a hero?’

"What?!”

“Pardon me? Is that how your mother raised you?” His aunt Suzume scolded.

Touma stuttered an apology to which Suzume laughed. She punched his shoulder then returned her hand to the steering wheel where she was tapping out the rhythm to a song playing on the radio. Touma was sitting in the passenger seat of his aunt’s car, watching the city blur past his window. The police scanner she had on her dash was switched off.

“Touma, you’re so uptight now a days.” She said, sounding a bit concerned. “Are you still upset you didn’t get into the Heroics course?”

“It’s fine. I’m in the support course.” He said.

“And you would be happy there?” She asked.

“I think so.”

Suzume smiled and nodded and continued humming along with the radio. “You know, I didn’t go through a hero course in high school.” Suzume she said after a while and catching Touma off guard. His eyes went wide at the sudden revelation, the gears turning in his head. Didn’t all the heroes in Japan go to one of the hero academies around the country? “When I graduated I worked as a news reporter. I was able to get a special quirk license so I could use it to get to the best scoops, to anywhere there was trouble, keep the public informed. All that jazz.”

“No way.” Touma sat with his mouth hanging open.

“I didn’t learn to be a hero until after I took some sort of 'reporting hero incidents’ class in college. I interned at some investigative reporting agency, Songbird. Did you know it’s actually owned by the same company that owns the Pendragon Hero Agency? So I moved to Australia for a few years and got to work with a lot of the heroes and sidekicks at Pendragon. I shadowed one of the heroes they sponsored and I eventually trained and got a hero license myself.” She shrugged her shoulders. They turned onto Touma’s street and pulled up to his driveway.

“So, it’s totally fine that you didn’t get into the hero course, there’s more than one way to do it. Just find what works best for you and makes you happy.” She told him. She tousled his hair and let him out of the car. He climbed the steps of his house, unlocked the door and stepped inside. He waved back at Aunt Suzume as he closed the door.

The next day, Touma was rushing to the train station to get to his taekwondo dojo. He saw his train pulling into the station but he was still a parking lot and a building away. He jumped over a low wall and vaulted over some partitions. He sprinted through the station faster than he had before. He slid down the railing of a long set of stairs and without thinking, he set both feet on a step halfway down, then leaped, clearing the rest of the stairs. Stick the landing! He rolled head over heels at the bottom and sprang up once again. He hardly felt the impact of the landing in his knees or heels. He tapped his card at the turnstile and finally jumped onto the train just as it was pulling out of the station.

He stood and grabbed one of the poles to steady himself as the train sped up and rushed down into the tunnels. Touma expected his lungs would be burning after all that running and jumping, but he felt fine. A few good deep breaths and he was back to normal.

“Nice, glad you caught the train.” A dog headed passenger called to him, “Let me guess,” the passenger stroked his furry beard, “you’ve got an agility type quirk. Those are some nice moves.”

“Um, thanks.” Touma turned away from the dog man, he didn’t want to see him turn red in embarrassment.

'Sorry about that, I just had to do something. I know how important all this martial arts stuff is to you.’ He heard one of the peanut gallery speak softly in Cantonese, as if from the other side of a wall. 'Do you have an agility type quirk?’ He thought.

'No…’ the voice replied, 'none of us do.’

A few hours later, he was wrapping a tensor bandage around his ankle. One of the other dojo members laid him out good in their spar. 

“Hey, Rokuhoshi, how are you doing?” His instructor asked, and passed him a bottle of sports drink. “Your form was a bit sloppy today, I want you to focus more next time, get your head in the game, alright?”

“Yes, sensei,” Touma sighed. He unscrewed the cap and drank his fill. He toweled himself off, eager to head home and shower. His instructor waited until most of the other members cleared the locker room and spoke in a low voice.

“Your karate instructor told me about your U.A. exam results. I’m sorry you didn’t get in.”

“Oh my god, why is everyone so worried about me? I’m fine sensei, I’m still going to U.A., to the support course, which I think I would do better in anyway.” He quickly stuffed his things into his bag and rushed for the door. His instructor stopped him and grabbed him by the shoulder. “Look, it’s not that I pity you. I want you to be the best you can possibly be. Look me in the eyes.” Touma did, he felt a fire burning in his instructor, and someone cheering a far way off. “Prove them wrong.”

'Do you still want to be a hero?’

A lady with short dark hair about his age sat across from him on the train, chugging down a sports drink, her feet kicked up on top of her own sports bag. She was wearing light sneakers, a tank top and exercise shorts. One of her ankles and both her wrists were wrapped in athletic tape similar to the kind he sometimes used, though her hands had some sort of white chalk on them.

He tried to place her, maybe he’d seen her in the support shop once while he was working as a cashier there.

“How did you know I wanted to be a hero?” He asked.

“Your voice carries, I could hear you from the girl’s locker room.” She said slyly. “I’m from one of the lower belt classes, so you probably haven’t seen me, but I’ve seen you fight. I’m telling you, if I were a villain and I heard you were patrolling, I’d be scared.” she leaned back and smirked at him through half lidded eyes. There was a slight hint of a Cantonese accent in her voice.

Touma sighed and shook his head. “I don’t think I’m going to be a hero…my quirk isn’t suited for it.” he fibbed.

“Then why the hell would you want to be one if you don’t think it’s possible?” Her voice wasn’t malicious, but curious, as if pushing him to tell his true feelings.

“Because it’s just the right thing to do.” He said after a while, he didn’t want to say it was because he thought quirkless people deserved to have someone to look up to, for fear of being ridiculed.

“That’s cool.” she said, somewhat despondent. The train slowed to a stop and Touma got up.

“This is my stop.” he said.

“That’s cool.” the lady replied. She took another swig of her sports drink before she shoved it into her bag and swung her gym bag onto her shoulder. They got off the train together. On the surface level, the sun was just starting to set. The architecture and landscaping in front of the station entrance rolled and dipped, with flower beds and manicured lawns and staircases and low walls and ramps.

“This place is cool.” She stated. She tossed her bag near Touma’s feet and did a few cartwheels on the grass in front of him. She back-flipped and somersaulted down a ramp and vaulted up some stairs, laughing the whole way. Touma felt dizzy just watching her from the station entrance. He took out his notebook and sketched her with sweeping gestures and took notes of how she used her momentum to propel herself forward.

“Well, good night.” She said. She stood at the top of the stairs, her sports bag over her shoulder once again. She waved and turned around a corner. Touma found himself standing at the top of the stairs that led to the parking lot, far away from the station entrance where he thought he stood just moments ago. He realised he was in that girl’s place. And his hands were empty, except for the grass stains and scrapes from the concrete on his palms. He stood there, staring at his hands, confused.

'You’re pretty observant, and you draw well. This would make a fine first entry in your new book.’ Someone said in his ear, a young man’s voice. His Japanese was decent but it had a strange tone that Touma couldn’t tell was sarcasm or not. 'But try not to use my stuff, OK?’ Too quickly, a guy Touma’s age with a shock of red hair passed him by and placed a few sheets of paper in his hands. His drawings and notes were there, and a small note at the top in handwriting he didn’t recognise read 'Xiameng’s acrobatics notes’ in Japanese and in English. He didn’t understand.

Touma placed the new sheets of paper in his notebook.'Her name is Xiameng.’ a voice sounded in his head. He couldn’t tell if it was his or not.

A week had passed, and Touma was back at his karate classes and he was improving at the taekwondo dojo, too, having found some motivation to keep him going. His instructor praised him, he was even using more acrobatic moves that were usually only executed by higher dans than he was. “Yes! That’s it Rokuhoshi!” his instructor said during their spar. He took a few hits but brushed them off and fired back, with some well placed punches and a spinning kick. “Way to get your head in the game!” His instructor cheered. Touma heard the instructor wasn’t the only one cheering for him.

His train rides back home from the dojo were a bit lonely, as he hadn’t seen Xiameng since that first day he met her. But maybe that was for the best, as his usual route was detoured by a villain attack. Some villain with a size manipulation quirk was fighting off against Kamui Woods. As the transit workers were rerouting the passengers, he caught a glimpse of the fight outside. Other passengers groaned that they’d be late to work, but Touma suddenly lit up at the opportunity. He quickly took out his notebook, and flipped past the pages of Xiameng and a few more he wrote up at Innovation. He began scribbling down what he was seeing. 

“Vilan reliant on puirk. Aproach with condat.

Lonp bistance, extemb branches.

Hit vilains eyes. Vilain falters. Distracteb anb dlinb.

Close sqace anb take bown.

Below, he sketched the actions Kamui Woods took with surprising accuracy.

Is this all in code or something? He heard someone say over his shoulder. The snowy haired woman had returned.

'I’m just not good with words.’ he admitted.

That’s fine. No one’s good at everything, but your drawing and analysis skills are nothing to scoff at. You’re good. Prove them wrong.

He looked around him. Passengers were watching the fight go on and staff workers were telling people to remain calm. He couldn’t find where the voice was coming from. The snow haired lady was just out of his vision.

That night, he dreamed he was in London. All he’d ever seen of London were in movies and TV shows so he picked out major landmarks like the London Eye and Big Ben out of the skyline. He dreamed he was flying above London, overlooking the city. He could see almost everything from where he was sitting. The London Eye, Big Ben and Buckingham Palace, even the Shard. The bright blue sky was stained with billowing black smoke. Below him, fires were burning and sirens were wailing. And he wasn’t alone. 

"Uncle, one of the villains have been apprehended, the last two are making their way through Waterloo towards Southwark. Westminster and Buckingham have been evacuated. Pimlico is on alert while Waterloo East and Lambeth North are also rerouting and evacuating. Waterloo Station has sustained damage and fire crews have been dispatched. Everything south of Elephant & Castle are on standby and will begin evacuation or rerouting on your word!”

He heard a voice report in his ear. Touma didn’t understand a word he was saying, not just because it was in English, he just didn’t know what this kind of jargon this person was talking about and his accent was much too thick. The fact that Touma could suddenly understand English made his head spin, it was one of his worst subjects in school. He turned around to grab his notebook but when he looked down, he was in clothes he didn’t recognise. Touma realised he was in a helicopter, the sound of the rotors were muffled by a heavy pressure on his ears. He wasn’t wearing his pyjamas but a uniform he’d vaguely recognised from some heroes on TV. 

“No need for that today, son.” A different voice replied, cutting through static like someone was talking on a radio, “I’ll finish this up nice and quick.”

Up above, he saw a lightning bolt crash into what his brain somehow identified as Southwark Station. A large fire roared where the lightning bolt crashed into the city as a hero and a villain battled fiercely. Then the lightning arched up to the sky again, bringing the fire with it down into a winding river he strangely knew was the Thames. The fire was extinguished.

“Was that…Stormbringer?” He gasped to himself, trying to think of British pro-heroes.

“It was.” A familiar voice called to him. Touma turned and his eyes fell on a young man his age with red hair and green eyes, wearing the same strange uniform he was and a helmet and headset and holding a tablet, sitting beside him.

“Rokuhoshi…do you understand what’s happening?” The young man asked, somehow speaking what sounded like Japanese and English all at the same time.

“No. How do you know my name?” Touma’s heart was hammering in his chest.“

You’re in my head.” The young man said. 

Touma woke up with a jolt and dashed to his computer. He searched for news in London, England and found there was a villain attack that night. The pro hero, Stormbringer, had single-handedly taken down three of the worst villains in England, with minimal damage to the surrounding neighbourhoods and no injuries or casualties. He watched a few videos on the Internet and read more articles.

Scrolling through news feeds and skipping through videos, his strange suspicions were proven correct.

It happened exactly as he’d dreamt it.

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[fandomlife-giver]

His Maid, Imprisoned: 1

Summary: Master. Lately, you seem to have made quite a friend of inspector Abberline. Making new friends is notable, naturally, but one might earl on the side of caution. I advise you not to become so deeply involved that you put yourself at risk. Share a short conversation now and then, but always be on the look out.

Next time on Black Maid, "His Maid, Imprisoned"

You see, I am simply one hell of a maid.

Pairings” Sebastian x Demon!reader

@wintersdoll​

Warnings: Sexual activity, talk of murder

Word Count: 4009

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Before the door had even closed Sebastian wrapped his arms around you from behind. One inhale of his delicious scent and you wanted to turn around. His right hand dropped to your thigh, pulling up the skirt that hung so loose just above your knees. You couldn't move even if you tried, like his fingers had short circuited your mind in the best possible way.

He turned you around and your back slammed on the hard surface, his eyes searching yours as he fell on you. You kissed him back and bit his bottom lip, hard enough it drew blood as he knew you would. With your lips you felt his mouth stretch wider than it should, fighting between grinning and kissing.

Your lips fitted perfectly-- as if they were meant for each other. Moving against each other, feeling each other. Sebastian grabbed the back of your neck, growling in the kiss as you growled back in pleasure.

His finger tips were electric, they must've been, for wherever they touched your skin tingled in a frenzy of static. As his hands moved over your skin your body had a transitory paralysis, your mind unable to process the pleasure so fast. His head moved around to your left ear and he whispered what was coming next.

Suddenly your body was off pause-mode and you pulled back for a kiss that was both soft and hard. Both of you moved in an intoxicated dance of limbs, never making the exact same moves twice, not in the few days you've been lovers. He's your cat-nip, you're his dear kitten.

His hands snaked up your shirt and you tingled in anticipation from the feeling of his gloves.

"Hey! What we got for breakfast today, Y/N-"

Sebastian's hand froze as it nearly ripped off your shirt and your lips didn't move from where they were attached to his abdomen as your teeth released their hold on his pants. You closed your eyes and sighed internally as Sebastian looked over at Bard, who stood in the doorway. The cigar fell from his dropped jaw.

"Boy! Something sure smells good, yes it does! Ah!!"

Finny frantically pointed at the both of you, and at your leg that was positioned over his shoulder, and forcibly pulling his head down.

"Finny! You can't just go-"

Mey-Rin gasped as her face went red and blood streamed down her nose. "Oh my..."

"What are you all doing? You should be working, not-"

Oh no.

"What are you doing?!"

You heard Sebastian chuckle. "I'm afraid you are still too young to know the details of that information, my Lord."

Your eyes snapped open and you glared up at him as he only smirked with a hint of...triumph. Ciel let out a strangled sound of anger as he stomped out of the room and down the hall.

There was a moment of silence in the room, then... "All right, Sebastian!"

You turned your glare over to Bard, who still had his fist in the air. His face paled as he quickly ran off, followed by the remaining servants who couldn't take the sight any longer.

You looked back at Sebastian, who was smirking. "Well, I hope you're happy." . . .

Even when you and Sebastian followed behind Ciel down the street, Sebastian was still smirking.

"You haven't said a word since we left the manor. Is something on your mind, master?"

He stayed silent. His feet were stomping on the gravel as he just walked, ignoring the presence of his servants.

The silence was antagonizing. Sebastian was enjoying himself far more than he should and Ciel being silent was worse than him yelling at you or slapping you. You looked up when you neared the group of police that were surrounded by a dead body.

Ah, yes. That's why you were all here.

Flashback...

Ash picked up his tea cup and sipped it. "This morning, a body washed up at the regions canal dock. The man's name was John Stanley. By profession, he was a merchant in the shipping business."

Ciel gave a bored sigh as he looked at the papers in his hand and rested his cheek on his fist. "And?"

"He was a criminal operative in the underworld on top secret assignment for her majesty." You saw the ghost of a smirk on his face. "Not unlike you, Lord Phantomhive." Ciel looked at him as he rose his arm out to him. "Her majesty wished me to convey this.." With a flick of the wrist, a folded piece of paper appeared in his hand. "Find the thing on his person and destroy it. That is all. Think you're up for it?"

Ciel stared at him as he held the paper out to him. "And his killer? Shall I find him as well?"

He smiled. "No. You have your orders. Find this object and dispose of it." Ciel took the paper from his hand. "Fine. Just tell me what I'm looking for."

"No. It's a secret."

Ciel scoffed. "Then how am I supposed to find it?"

He silenced the room, along with Ciel as his knife tapped the plate of cake in front of him. For some reason, Ash looked straight ahead of him, at you where you were standing. He had a small smirk.

"You're a loyal dog. Even so, her majesty hesitates to share this bit of information to you." His eyes narrowed as they traveled over to Ciel. "And who are we to suggest any decision of hers? I suggest you follow her orders and don't look further into it."

Ciel sighed. "Yes, I understand."

"There is one more thing."

He looked up at him as Ash turned his gaze back to you and gestured to you with his fork. "Her majesty wishes for Y/N L/N to not be a part of this case."

You furrowed your brows as Ciel narrowed his eye. "And why not? Forgive me, but what my maid is a part of is not any business of the queen."

"Is that disobedience to her majesty, I hear?" He snickered and stood up from the table. "You being her master doesn't change anything." He walked over to you and stopped in front of you. You watched in suspicion, right before he leaned in and whispered in your ear.

"She gave strict order to make sure you are apart from your master and his butler. When the time comes, her majesty doesn't wish to put her royal cat behind bars along with her guard dog and his servant."

You smirked as he pulled back. "I follow my master. Whatever he orders from me, I follow. I shall always stick to my master like a shadow. Any consequences that shall take place because of my loyalty I am happy to take with a smile plastered on my face."

You smiled. "That's what makes a Phantomhive servant."

Abberline stood up as he stared down at the corpse. "Doesn't matter. We won't know anything until he's identified."

"That isn't necessary."

They all looked over at Ciel and his servants. "We know his identity. His name is John Stanley." He didn't even look at Sebastian as he spoke, but when he did, there was a word full of venom. "He has the rest of his particulars for you."

Sebastian walked forward and handed them the file on John Stanley. "Inspector" Arthur glared as he took the file and opened it.

As he looked at the papers, he glanced at Ciel. "And what is your interest in this?"

His face was emotionless. "Doing my civic duty in cooperating with the police. Isn't that what you've always told me to do, Sir Arthur?"

Arthur hummed. "Spare me the noble protestations. What is it you want with this case? Out with it, Phantomhive."

He frowned. "A bit gosh, but if you prefer it that way, I'm happy to oblige." His eye narrowed. "I need to see any belongings left on the victim."

Abberline looked down at the body. "Well, actually, there were none. Not even any identification papers."

You looked to the crowd of people, and once a little boy saw you looking, he turned and ran off. This made you raise your eyebrows, but your eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"In that case, I'm happy I could be of service. Thank you, inspector Abberline." Ciel turned and didn't even look at Sebastian. "Let's go." He began to walk, but stopped and looked at you as you stared at where the boy had ran off. "Y/N, let’s go.”

You turned and bowed your head. "Sir"

Arthur sneered as he watched your backs grow further away. "Nosey brat! I'll never understand why her majesty puts her trust in him."

Abberline looked ahead at Ciel in sadness. "Because he's her guard dog, sir." . . .

Sebastian was smiling in amusement at Ciel, enjoying every minute of his silence because it was him realizing his victory in obtaining you. He glanced at you as you looked at Ciel in worry and wanted to laugh.

So, instead, he smirked at the question he was about to repeat again. "You seem very quiet today. Is something bothering you, my-"

"If you say one more word again for the rest of the day I will order you to rip out your tongue."

He was taken back at Ciel's threat, but still smiled nonetheless. But it fell as you reached over and put your hand over Ciel's. Ciel's head shot up and a blush covered his cheeks as he stared at you in pure surprise.

You had a serious frown. "Master, this morning's events aside, I know there is something on your mind that is truly bothering you."

He gripped the head of his cane and slugged his shoulders. "This case just makes me a bit uneasy. Merely, we don't have all the information."

You smiled. "I understand your wavered feelings toward it."

"And I wonder why the queen doesn't want you here." His lips curled. "It makes me ponder what she's planning. After all, she still does see you as her servant. She must believe you will bend to her every command, maybe even betray me."

"Possibly" He looked at you as if you just slapped him. "Something tells me if she truly believes that, there will be events about to unfold that may force me to do so."

He looked away to the window. "First, we need a better understanding of the situation."

"Meaning what exactly?"

He glanced at you. "We need to find out why he was murdered. Or was he simply in the wrong place at the wrong time?"

He tapped his cane. "We know whose territory he was in at the time." . . .

The doors to the underground sanctuary opened and Ciel instantly covered his nose. The air was so thick with smoke, there was hardly any room to breathe. Those under the influence barely even acknowledged you as you all walked down the aisle.

Ciel groaned. "This place is foul."

You all stopped in front of the lit lantern.

"A-ha. I see you finally found my place of business." He smirked as he took out the pipe from his mouth. "It feels so strange to meet on such questionable circumstances, my young lord. And yet inevitable, don't ye think? I must say, I always knew someday it might come to this."

When the smoke cleared, it revealed Lau sitting on a couch with several ladies in tiny dresses sprawled all over him, with Ran Mao on his lap as usual.

Ciel's eyebrow twitched. "It might come to what?"

He smiled. "Welcome to my humble house of pleasures, darling Earl."

Your face fell. Was he actually offering Ciel to...be pleasured?

Ciel looked at him in offence. "If you're trying to push your wares...forget it. The only thing I want from you is information."

He tilted his head. "Do these lovely ladies not interest you?" He smirked. "Well, we could always dress the lovely Y/N to your liking."

His face turned bright red as Sebastian glared daggers at Lau and you smiled. "I don't think that would be very appropriate, it might taint my master's image of me."

Ciel looked at you in absolute horror. "A-Are you implying if I wasn't here you would actually do it?!" You rose an eyebrow as he looked back at Lau with a sigh. "Just tell me what I need to know."

"My, my, so impatient for a young age." He rubbed Ran Mao's back as his smile stayed. "If you think I know something that would make it worth your while to venture so bravely in my den of sin, then you're quite right."

He frowned. "So you've already heard what happened, then. I thought as much. But what should I expect from the head of the English branch of the Chinese training company? Much less from a Shanghai officer of the mafia's Green Gang."

He chuckled. "Oh dear, I never have cared for fancy titles such as that one. They're so stiff and formal." He looked at Ran Mao and tilted her chin to look at him. "Don't you agree, Ran Mao?"

You heard a small frustrated sigh from Ciel. "I left you in charge of the dealings in this area for a reason. So, I assumed you'd stay informed about any disputes that occurred in your territory."

He smiled and gestured to Ciel. "Naturally, as part of your original instructions, my Lord. I can hardly forget about the protection fee I pay in order to conduct my business."

Ciel rose an eyebrow. "Well, then?"

"More Importantly, I have something to ask you."

Though he was smiling, Lau's face was serious. "What exactly are you talking about?"

Ciel's face went pale as he face-palmed. "Dammit, Lau!"

You chuckled. "The man is just talking through his head again."

Lau let out a laugh as he stood up. "What do you say we go upstairs for a chat? It seems a bit stuffy in here, don't you agree?"

Ciel glared at Lau as he passed by. "Perhaps if you changed your place of income, you wouldn't have that problem quite as often!"

Lau stopped and looked back at him. "There are people in this world, Lord Phantomhive, who find reality a bitter and unforgiving place to live. If you can believe it. I merely sell them dreams of a less painful existence." . . .

"Now let's see, nowadays, I suppose all the gang fights in the area have been about drugs. There's a new drug on the market. Somebody's been spreading it around town quite liberally for a while now. Frankly, it's become quite an inconvenience for me."

Ciel put a finger to his lips. "A new product?"

"Yes. Apparently it is cheaper, more effective, and easier to transport than common Opium. It goes by the name of "Lady Blanc"."

Ciel's eye widened. "The white Lady? Do you know why it was given that name?"

Lau furrowed his brows in confusion. "Is it important?"

He looked down. "Uh, no."

Lau hummed. "What's the name of the man they found at regions canal dock? Perhaps I will have heard of him."

Sebastian reached into his pocket and walked over to him. “His name was John Stanley." He handed Lau a picture of him. "I'm afraid it's likely that was an alias, however."

Lau sighed. "He doesn't look familiar to me. And to think I flattered myself - I knew all the small time drug pushers in the area." He moved the picture in front of Ran Mao. "What about you? You recognize him?" She shook her head and Lau shrugged as he handed the picture back to Sebastian. "Well, there you have it."

Ciel leaned forward. "I'm looking for something this man was supposed to have had. He was carrying it on his person."

Lau smiled. "Just something?"

"Yes. And it's possible this something was the reason he was killed in cold blood. Which is why...there's something I'd like you to do for me."

"And what is that, my young Earl?"

"I want you to spread a rumor about me. Let it be known I am in possession of something valuable I took from the man who was murdered."

He chuckled. "Darling, that couldn't be easier-"

"That's not it."

Lau stopped as Ciel clenched his fists. "I want it to be known that I had ordered my maid, Y/N L/N, personally to take it off of the body."

Lau's eyebrow rose. "Oh? And may I be permitted to know why?"

He crossed his arms and leaned back. "If we spread that rumor far enough, the killer is sure to hear it. And he'll have to doubt the authenticity of the article he stole from John Stanley. Then he'll be forced to come after me for the real thing. And...the Queen's butler had told Y/N to stay out of this case. I want to test a theory as to what would happen if she was directly involved."

Lau gave a small gasp in realization. "Oh, I see. You're using yourself as bait, you clever thing you. A courageous act indeed, from the Queen's loyal guard dog." He then uncrossed his legs and leaned off the edge of the couch. "By the way, I've always wanted to inquire about something. How is it you remain so loyal to your lord and master? It seems to me she makes unreasonable demands to you."

Ciel looked to the side. "I doubt you could ever understand it. You left your country for another. If you couldn't put down roots, you couldn't possibly comprehend the depths of mine, Lau."

He sat back with a smile. "You've got me there." . . .

Lau watched from the window as Ciel's carriage drove off with a frown. "Now then, Zoa, send out as the Earl requested. We'll angle a few rumors about him."

He turned towards his servant. "It seems he obtained a document from a dead man they found at the regions canal dock. And make it stand out that it was his maid, Y/N L/N, that personally got her hands on it for him."

Zao looked at him in confusion. "A document, sir?"

Lau smiled to himself as he looked back out the window. "My dear Earl, of all the lovely games we've played with each other over the years, this one may prove to be the most entertaining." . . .

You hummed as you placed the tower of sweets on the table and frowned at Ciel, who was comfortably slouching over the couch. With a sigh, you straightened up and turned as the door opened. Sebastian walked inside with a cart of tea, making Ciel snicker.

His face fell when you bowed and walked towards the door. "Uh, Y/N, wait."

You looked back at him. "Yes?"

"I-I want you to prepare a bath for me."

You smiled. "Oh, pardon me, but I have a few matters to discuss with Tanaka about some of the latest products for the Funtom company." You smirked. "I'm sure Sebastian will be more than happy to bathe you, sir."

He frowned as you walked out of the room. the room fell into a heavy silence as Sebastian picked up a cup for the tea.

Ciel kept his gaze away, but after a few minutes, he finally spoke. "Lady Blanc. You don't think the drug is named after the woman in white for the last case, do you?"

Sebastian smiled in amusement as he placed his tea in front of him. "You're so like a lost puppy sometimes. You know that, don't you?"

He looked at him with a cold glare.

"I may be one hell of a good playing piece to maneuver, but I am still merely a pawn in your game. And despite the undeniable hatred you feel towards me now, you cannot change what we have. That aside, do you really want to ask a pawn for advice on strategy?"

He sneered under his breath. "I'm still alive, which can only mean one thing. My wish has been unfulfilled and my contracts with you and Y/N are in full effect."

Sebastian looked down at him with a frown. "Why did you choose to make a contract when you had one with me?"

Ciel slightly smirked. "Our contract may have been formed before mine with hers, but she and I have something that you both will never have." He glanced up at him. "History. And our humanity."

Sebastian stared down at him with narrowed eyes, before smiling. "Yes, unfortunately, that is true."

He sighed. "For the time being, I'll continue playing the role of the guard dog her majesty demands. As the Phantomhive heir, it is my duty to follow in the footsteps of my ancestors."

He casted his head down. "Yes, it's exactly the same. Nothing has changed at all. Except this feeling..."

"Waaahhh!!!"

He looked up at the sound of someone screaming outside. . . .

Mey-Rin was blushing as she attempted to push Pluto off of her. "Bad dog! No! Get off me!"

Bard grunted as he tried to pull him off. "Stupid mutt! Let her go!"

Finny frantically waved his arms as Ciel and Sebastian walked out into the hall.

"Pluto! Let go!"

Ciel sighed in annoyance, but looked up when you walked up across from them with Tanaka beside you.

You tilted your head. "Oh dear." You reached down and pulled Pluto by his collar and pulled him up to your face. He barked in it and you narrowed your eyes. "Pluto. Kennel." He froze and gulped as he caught sight of your concealed demonic eyes, then barked and dropped on the floor, proceeding to run down the hall.

Ciel looked at the servants. "Can anyone tell me what that was all about?"

Bard walked up beside him. "Can't tell you for certain, but maybe he's rutting."

Mey-Rin stood up with red cheeks. "But why after me?!"

Sebastian looked at Mey-Rin. "Was it me or did he seem to be concentrating on the item in Mey-Rin's pocket."

She turned around. "Oh, did he now?" She reached in her pocket and pulled out two candies in their wrappers. "Oh!"

Bard looked at them. "Well that's it. You've got them Funtom candies on ya."

She smiled. "Forgot about this. The nice lady gave it to me, yes she did. Said they're becoming the rage all over London."

Finny pulled out some candies too. "Ya, she gave them to us when we said we've never tried 'em. She was really nice, right Mey-Rin? Apparently they're so good even dogs can't get enough. And they make you feel amazing!"

Mey-Rin smiled. "She says they're addicting."

Bard shrugged and reached for one. "Well, give us a taste-"

"Hold on a moment!"

They jumped when Tanaka took the candies from Mey-Rin and opened them.

He moved them over to you. "Y/N, take a look."

You leaned in and narrowed your eyes. "Tanaka, that is nothing like the candies I signed off."

He nodded and looked at Ciel. "Lord Phantomhive, I think it is safe to say this sweet was not made off by the Funtom company."

His eyes widened. "It isn't?" He looked at you. "You're certain?"

Tanaka plucked the oddly shaped white hard 'candy' and examined it. "This wrapper is genuine, but our quality control wouldn't allow a shipment of Funtom candies so unshapely." He sniffed it, then licked it's surface. His eyes widened.

"This is-"

He didn't get the chance to finish as he shrunk back down to his chibi size as he breathed heavily.

Finny gasped. "Oh no! He ran out of time!"

You picked up the candy from the floor and sniffed it, then opened your eyes and looked down at Ciel. "Some kind of narcotic. It's derived from the material substance of Opium. Perhaps rather defined, actually."

Sebastian also looked down at Ciel. "I assume this is the new drug Mr. Lau spoke of."

Ciel looked at the drug in your hand. "We found Lady Blanc."