#no hate to the mainstream hcs

[demonontheroad]

My target audience is just myself at this point

Do you see my vision

[nevereverlupus]

House is canonically fluent in Japanese enough to read magazines casually, while speaking English to other characters. He also lived in Egypt for a while, so he should know some conversational Arabic. He was raised in the cold war in all senses of the word, and knows conversational Madarin and enough Portuguese to read medical articles in it. I like to think he knows Russian as well (army kid, knowing "communist" languages for fun and it probably helped his brain a bit). He also knows a little bit of Hindi and Yiddish.

I can just imagine that he was called in for help with translations. "Hello, I'm Dr. [Name], and this is Dr. House. I'll be your attending doctor, and Dr. House is here to help translate." And the most disturbingly blue eyes on the most scruffy doctor translates that in workable language for you, politely. I'd be scared and impressed

[timdrakesbussy]

my HC for ASS trio’s music preferences is that the three of them listen to different kinds of rock music. with sam, he’s into more metal and hardcore punk. abigail is a gothic rock chick, siouxsie and the banshees CHANGED her life. and sebastian is into deep cuts of alt rock (though he enjoys hüsker dü and sonic youth who are more popular). however, they don’t mind each other’s tastes, they even listen to them together and give recommendations. sleepovers in seb’s basement with bauhaus blasting softly as they sleep is like a religious ritual for them.

the three of them shares another bond by hating oasis and clowning them together. sam would play that goddamned intro in acoustic because he's a little shit like that and he'll get oncoming pillows thrown at him.

[seventh-district]

“Why’s he call you Darlin’?”

on my knees begging my brain to stop trying to associate this song with Sam

[pinkytoothlesso11]

24 & 25 for ask game

24. That's super easy. It's Usurna. She killed Vendel, sided with Gunmar, sold Aaarrrgghh to the Gumm-Gumm’s, was willing to let him die in the Darklands on the threshold of retuning and doesn't care about anyone but herself. And worst: she didn't have depth. And she really needed it. Kubritz is a close second contender. And I hate that they were done dirty like this, as two of the only female villains.

25. Hmmm. Not really a unpopular opinion, more like a niche one, but I hope it counts: but we were utterly robbed of Strickler and Douxie interacting. It would have been awesome. Actually, Douxie should be involved from the beginning too.

[pandoraspurgatory]

seeing your hc of katsuki being into vanilla homemade porn has me dazy eyed 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫….. i’m so curious now if there were any specific porn creators you thought of when envisioning what he liked? or any who you think would fuck like katsuki? goodness… 😵‍💫

Turbulent

Truthfully I am not a porn watcher as I am a porn reader, so that question is far beyond my knowledge lol. Though I’ve written an in depth version of Katsuki watching porn, hope you enjoy<3

Katsuki Bakugo can’t get off on mainstream porn, though something changes when he finds a couples homemade video

Katsuki Bakugo likes vanilla porn, masturbation, cum, pretty vanilla here, mentions of facefucking + cuckholding, Denki and Mineta are bitchless

Katsuki never cared enough nor paid much attention to porn, stroking himself in his bedroom wasn’t worth the effort when he could spend his time training and honing his skills as a 3rd year student close to graduating.

Either it was that, or the fact that he just couldn’t cum from it.

He first gave it watching porn a go when Denki and Mineta spent the afternoon yapping about different genres of porn. He wasn’t an eavesdropper, though he listened in on the conversation, taking notes for a later date.

Bakugo only ever found himself rubbing one out when he woke up with a painful hard on, or got so worked up over some fantasy that he couldn’t get his dick back down.

That same night Katsuki sat infront of his laptop, legs open and pants discarded on the carpeted floor, a bottle of lotion splayed out on the bed next to him. He opened up the first website that appeared after typing ‘porn’ in his browser, incognito mode on of course, he had double checked. Hastily typing what he had overheard in the orange and black search bar.

‘Face fucking’

He grimaced as he clicked on the first video of some Internet whore with a fat cock stuffed down her throat. Mascara running down her face as she started her assault of sucking on the comically large dick. He could somewhat imagine himself doing it, though the drool and mess was a massive turnoff that made him feel sticky just watching it. Next

‘Cuckholding’

The moment it appeared on his screen after searching a lot made sense regarding Denki and Mineta. Of course they were into this shit, why the fuck did he even decide to listen on to those morons conversation. He was confident he could never be into this. Next

The next hour was filled off him stroking his half erect cock to mediocre videos with no luck. He’d even watched the top most recommended on the site, the drum beat before each video posing as a reminder that this wasn’t working. At this point it wasn’t even to get himself off, but rather to prove to himself he could find a video to do it for him.

None of this shit on his laptop could even remotely turn him on, there was no love or intimacy, just videos of devoid eyes and lacklustre movements that screamed ‘I want to get home and get my paycheck!’.

He hated to admit it, though he couldn’t ever imagine himself having a one night stand or watching these emotionless videos again. Despite his rough and calloused nature, he craved intimacy just as much as he craved to be the best in his class. Katsukis cock lay limp in his hand as he scrolls through the videos, more and more loading after each roll of the laptop mouse.

That was until a certain video caught his eye.

‘Our first video - couple homemade’ 12 views, posted 2 hours ago

He clicked on it, something felt different about this one. The thumbnail displaying what seemed to be a couple in their mid twenties, kissing in the frame of the video. The women had long black hair and sexy curves that made Katsukis dick twitch. The man she was with cupping her face gently with deep admiration for her in his eyes.

As the video slowly played out on his screen, he paid no mind to the humming background noise of their bedroom fan and the shitty resolution. What struck him was the way they kindly talked to each other, pressing small yet passionate kisses on each others faces, how their soft hands rubbed and stroked at one another with care and love.

Katsukis hand roughly gripped around his dick before he could even think to do it. Feeling himself desperately stroke faster each time the couple said sentences of care and sweet nothings to each other. Low moans he didn’t anticipate escaping his mouth as the man slowly inserted himself into the curvy brunette. He wasn’t even attracted to the couple in the video, though he couldn’t help but feel the coil in his stomach build as the intimacy of their love making displayed itself before him.

He wanted to be the one to do it, to bury his cock into his hypothetical girlfriend and dick her down with all the love in his heart. Apart of him felt weird for not being turned on by the professionally made studio porn instead of the homemade couple video with a total of 500 pixels. He tried not to think about it too hard, and focus on how hard his shaft throbbed in his hands.

He felt blissed out as he slowly edged himself, determined to cum at the same time as the couple, a desperately attempt at feeling included. Squeezing his tip harder every time pretty moans escaped their mouths, fuck he wanted to be in their position so badly.

“F-fuck babe… mmmnggg… gonna cum”

“That’s it, come for me pretty girl”

“Cum with me! I wanna feel you cum inside me”

Katsukis stomach felt hot, he was so turned on by the way they spoke to each other, the way they both quickened their movements desperate to make each other cum.

The moment the couple on the screen cried out in pleasure, Katsuki gave a few quick tugs, finishing himself off.

He gave out an embarrassingly loud groan as he released himself, ropes of his cum shooting onto his laptop screen. Panting as he laid back on his bed, he needs someone to do this with as soon as fucking possible

[blocksruinedme]

Update: Skizzleman's youtube subs used to be public and included lots of far right assholes. And he's mentioned listening to Joe Rogan's podcast.

[That's the summary there, you can stop reading if that's all you need to know, the rest of this is just some details and me expressing my feelings. At length.]

So after I made my last reblog I went back to #skizz situation and, well, turns out in 2021 Skizz's youtube subs were public? And he subscribed to far right assholes? YEAH IT'S GREAT.

Like Joe Rogan and Ben Shapiro and Prageru (and oann, zeducation, steven crowder, timcast, and anthony brian logan).

Ha ha ha ha ha ha! What a fool am I, what assumptions I made. I assumed Skizz was at least left of center, but grew up in the 90s and learned including *everyone* is a virtue. (Like I did!)

This isn't that. This isn't "being friends with people you disagree with", it's not even "putting people who hate them in positions of power over your fans". It's not being willing to tell us the truth about how we don't matter, it's accepting the support and profiting from and living off people he wouldn't stand up for in the most minor way. Of course he thinks "trans rights!" is political, because he thinks it's politics, not human rights. As he reportedly said on his podcast this week, he doesn't care what anyone thinks.

Skizzleman does not care what you think.

Skizzleman does not care if his friends might want you dead.

He's deep in red america and he's not your friend.

Skizz does not care about you.

[edit: after i wrote the rest of this post i searched "joe rogan skizz" on tumblr and found a post from 2024 saying Skizz has admitted to listening to the Joe Rogan podcast! I'm particularly sensitive to that one. (I am upset with my brother every day of my life for playing that for my niblings. My 10yo nephew randomly said we should kill Biden at a family party. Joe Rogan is not okay.) ]

Anyway, I found the links to 2021 posts about Skizz's *many* far right youtube subs in an ask on this blog. I was going to screenshot them all but I don't want to do that to personal posts that had very few notes, one of which asked for no reblogs, so I'm doing summary and screenshotting a big hc blog.

From what I can gather, in 2021, someone noticed what channels he was subscribed to and found a lot of far right bullshit. People talked about it on tumblr, shared some of the channels in posts and replies, and said "go look for yourself"[1]. He privated his youtube subs and made no statement[2] disavowing those views or anything to say that isn't part of who he is.

Skizz never disavowed the far right and he is still platforming publicly MAGA people.

(As someone who was an angry adult long before 2021, I want it to be clear that wasn't before the far right went mainstream and very bad. We knew those people were dangerous at least back in 2016. It wasn't subtle.)

The biggest post I could find about this was from the @hermitcraftheadcanons blog, which takes submissions about, well, hermitcraft head canons and has multiple mods, two of who were quoted in the 2021 post. The blog announced they were no longer accepting non-hermits, for multiple reasons but specifically for Skizz.

This is (part of) what they posted in 2021:

That's what I've got.

I'm not telling anyone what to do besides "don't harass people on tumblr for posts four years ago". Don't do that!

If you don't care if people hang out with and platform MAGA people, who are likely less extreme than what they watch on youtube, I literally do not have the energy to care. Do with this information what you will. (If this hurts you, I'm truly sorry. Caring about non-fictional people is dangerous, I can't imagine how I would feel if this was one of my blorbos. Be kind to yourself.)

But me? I'm fucking disgusted. I daydream about telling off my MAGA family members, I am not giving a pass to someone who isn't my friend and who made sure to emphasize this week, weeks after this all went down, how much he doesn't care about anyone's opinion or "being told what to do".

I know some people see not caring about other people's opinions as a virtue. I do not. Especially men in positions of power in any community, especially especially if the community is based around them!

The people in power are the ones who should care the most about what other people think.

I would be shocked if there was any hope of Skizz doing anything because some [whatever he would call us] told him to.

Finally: I have more to say that is about how terrible people find each other through "just a joke" but it's not about Skizz, so I'm tossing it under a cut, along with the footnotes:

So we found out about Skizz's mods, and I looked through some twitter screenshots until I felt uncomfortable. I hoped, but I really really worried, cause who people's friends are, the people they choose to be with not just friendly coworkers, says a lot about them. Because here's the thing about people hanging out with shitty people, often turns out... gestures heads toward any friends groups of abusers you know. I'm only talking about politics with Skizz, not anything else, but it is the same social process.

I was reblogging about "just a joke" last night. It's how people test the waters, to see who laughs at jokes about bigotry and terrible things I won't name here. And someone like me says "ugh wtf" and their friends defend them and I distance myself, and everybody who stood with the shithead has a fun little bond, whether they are aware of it or not. "Just a joke" is how nasty people find each other, to hang out and support each other's bigotry and abuse, support each other in building up power structures to abuse, things like that. In some cases, start bringing them to your favorite bar and see if they want to be a white supremacist too. It 's NOT a coincidence when abusers and bigots hang out. It's never every single person they know, don't immediately cancel every abuser/bigot's friends, but be fucking wary.

Footnotes about skizz in 2021

[1] I have found no screenshots but a mod investigated it and said no more Skizz, and enough people treated this as public information that it would a wild conspiracy theory to say everyone made it up.

[2] someone claimed to have talked to him in twitter dms but wouldn't even screenshot it. ""I talked to him in DMs on Twitter. He wants to keep all this as private as possible so I won't be posting screenshots, but he confirmed he didn't realize how extreme their views were, that he's not a bigot, and that he just likes to follow news sources on all sides.""

Sure, screenshots can be faked, but you're not even giving us that? If this conversation happened, I don't care! Meaningless!

[ivystoryweaver]

your dads rival!leto atreides headcanons were delicious what do you think about dads rival!nathan bateman?

Your Father’s Rival!Nathan Bateman

Would Nathan engage in mainstream, juvenile behavior simply to piss off his rival? (Yes. Yes he would) Notes: smut, a bunch of oral, language. it's naughty

Word count: 3k

The above^ mentioned Father'sRival!Leto Atreides hc's @reallyrallyauthor received similar asks (Father's Rival!Nathan) and you HAVE to read the thots and headcanons - they are amazing

Everyone’s on Bluebook. Everyone. Except your family. Your friends never stop complaining about it. Your dad owns a less popular, less lucrative, but still - formidable social media platform, in addition to the rest of his business

And he hates Nathan Bateman.

He and Nathan went to school together-ish, briefly. Your dad was a superstar TA, about to finish his master's degree, when a sixteen-year-old freshman stole his spotlight. Nathan finished his two degrees and all his postgraduate work in two years,

Never got a doctorate because it was “boring.”

Your dad insists Nathan stole the idea for Bluebook. You just laugh at him. “Sure, he did, Dad.”

Despite your father's insistence to the contrary, you show up on Bluebook because you’re always in pictures with your friends.

One day your friend calls you absolutely freaking out. After a string of “oh my god oh my god's” she finally tells you that Nathan Bateman himself has liked her photo.

“Sure he did,” you deadpan. (Do you ever believe anyone?)

The next picture posted with you in it (by a completely different friend) gets a like from him. Then another, and another. One of your friends starts to put it together. Nathan has liked seventeen pictures by 6 different friends and the only connecting factor is that you are in each of them.

Then you get the email. “Nathan Bateman has invited you to join Bluebook.” You laugh. Sure it’s him. As if the reclusive billionaire plays middle school games.

But out of overwhelming curiosity and pure, college rebellion, you sign up before you can think too hard about it.

Your friends go crazy. “Look who’s finally here!” You get tagged in a hundred and one things…and Nathan likes every single one of them.

“Nathan Bateman follows you.” With the authenticated checkmark and everything. Your friends become obsessed. They follow every like, screenshotting and reposting like crazy.

Of course, by now, your father is livid. This is a betrayal of your entire family, apparently.

"You cannot give that man an inch," your dad rants, attempting to lecture you while you make dinner.

"What does that even mean?" You huff.

"He's using you to get to me," he conspiratorially rambles, pacing back and forth. "He's trying to destroy me. He's trying to take you away from me."

"He liked some pictures," you shrug, rolling your eyes. "Besides, he probably has like perfect models at his house every other weekend. He definitely doesn't want to take me anywhere."

An alert on your phone chimes.

Nathan Bateman. "Come to a party with me."

Oh shit.

"Who is that?" Your dad practically roars, fearing the worst. He is, unfortunately, correct in assuming Nathan is making a move. Or shit-shirring, whichever.

"Dad, I'm not answering that question." You fold your arms over your chest, tucking your phone out of his sight. "I'm twenty-two. Not twelve."

You lock yourself in your room and reply to Nathan, your heart pounding in your chest as you do.

"How did you get this number?"

"You signed up for Bluebook," He sends back. "I'll pick you up tonight at 10:00."

"Wait, tonight? Where are we going? What do I wear?"

"What you're wearing right now is fine. See you then."

What you're wearing right now.... is he spying on you?

You, of course, change out of your around-the-house clothes and dress in what you hope is passable party attire.

A limo arrives at 10:00 sharp to pick you up and you dart out the door, thankful your dad is already snoring on the couch. The driver opens the door for you, but the car is otherwise empty.

Your phone dings. "You changed clothes. I told you not to."

Your mouth drops open as you furiously type back, "You're really fucking creepy."

"Thank you"

You arrive at the nicest hotel in the city and are shuffled up to the penthouse. Nathan himself greets you in a white undershirt, thin gray joggers and bare feet. The shirt hugs his impressive muscles while the joggers highlight a bulge between his legs that makes your eyes linger.

"Jesus, that took forever. Should've sent the chopper."

He turns on his heel and walks inside, assuming you'll follow, which you do. Glancing around, you realize no one else is at this "party"

He plops down at a dining room table, pulls one leg up into his chair, grabs some chopsticks and continues eating a meal he started without you.

Noticing you standing there, stupefied, he motions to the chair across from him with his chopsticks.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" You scoff, folding your arms over your chest.

Dark eyebrows shoot up over his wire frames questioningly.

"I'm allergic to shellfish...and basically like the whole ocean."

(He knows)

"Shit," he laughs. "Better not post a picture of our date, then, or your father will accuse me of attempted murder."

“Date? This is supposed to be a party."

Before he answers you, he holds up his phone and snaps your picture.

"What the hell are you - "

Ding, ding, dingdingingngngngg before you can even finish your sentence, your phone blows up with Bluebook notifications.

Nathan Bateman has tagged you in a photo. It's you, standing here, now. Thank god you dressed cute, but the expression on your face could be better. Still, you've looked worse.

But it's the caption. My fucking hot date

Nathan grabs the phone out of your hand and silences it, making sure it doesn't vibrate either.

"You have notifications on? Desperate." He tuts condescendingly.

You snatch the phone back and whack Nathan on the arm. "You said party. Not date. Do you ever tell the truth?"

He shrugs. "Well...you are fucking hot."

Smooth. “Why…am I here exactly?”

He nods, shoveling more fish into his mouth. “I know you ate dinner with your dad, but those Italian subs you like are on the way if you’re still hungry.”

"Mr. Bateman, really - "

He snorts. "Mr. Bateman was my father."

You gasp in mock surprise. "You mean to tell me you didn't come out of a test tube?"

He motions at you with his chopsticks. "Where do you get that sense of humor? Certainly not from your father. I've never met anyone with less imagination."

"What do you want, Nathan? Assassination by shellfish?" You fold your arms over your chest. "No way am I worth all this effort."

"Nonsense, I've been orchestrating our meeting for some time." Finally he confesses. "I’m buying out your father’s company and I want you to convince him to surrender peacefully.”

You don’t even know where to begin. Your dad is selling? Nathan’s buying? “You would never need someone like me for something like that.” You call his bluff.

He insists he’ll make it worth your while.

“How?”

He shrugs. “I have a huge dick.”

Wha? “You’re disgusting.”

“Why? According to your porn history, you fantasize about riding a big dick. I have one. Your dad surrenders peacefully, you get to ride my dick.”

"If you wanted me to touch you, you shouldn't have covered yourself in deadly allergens. Dumbass."

He continues eating. “Your loss. Your dad will already think we fucked though.”

He’s right. Everyone will actually, after that picture.

“So you might as well at least get a hate fuck out of it.”

“I hate you,” you redundantly declare. You head for the door. He is way over the line.

“You’ll be back.”

The aftermath is absurd. Your father is enraged, your friends will not shut up about your “date” with Nathan (and demand the details about the alleged sex you had with him).

Nathan sends flowers. Tulips (your favorite) mixed with stargazer lilies (which you’re allergic to). 'Miserable without you' the card says.

Your father half seriously threatens to kick you out.

Nathan tags you on Bluebook, saying you’re going to Hawaii together, if you’ll stop being mad at him.

From there, interested people start a whole narrative online, quickly and easily convincing themselves that you’re together. He texts you for weeks (You text him back. He's funny) and even calls you sometimes.

One evening, his face appears on your screen - a call you didn't accept. "Why are you stalking me?"

"Did you pack for Hawaii yet? I sent some things over."

He's working out. No glasses. Tank top. Sweat. Muscles. Fuck, he's hot.

"Yes, Nathan, I got all twenty packages." With beautiful clothes and accessories exactly your size and style. Damn him.

"But you didn't pack?" He waves his hand dismissively. "Fuck it, I'll buy you new stuff when we get there."

You remind Nathan how he is trying to destroy your father's company, not to mention steal your inheritance, so there is definitely no way you're going to Hawaii with him.

"Come over then. No shellfish, I swear. I'll eat you out instead."

Holy shit.

You’re stupefied.

He groans.

“Are you going to stare at the screen or go outside and get in the limo? I’m waiting.”

This time, the limo takes you to a helipad. You reluctantly climb on a helicopter, briefly wondering if this is a corporate kidnapping or the first leg of your alleged Hawaiian adventure. After quite a long ride, you arrive at a well hidden, sprawling estate, tucked effortlessly into the side of a mountain.

It’s freezing, but Nathan waits for you in a light windbreaker and joggers, with bare feet.

You’re secretly thrilled that he’s waiting to greet you. He kisses your cheek almost affectionately, then turns on his heel and walks away. You follow, naturally.

Once inside, he motions to a gigantic vase filled with calla lilies. “Those are for you. My assistant sent you those fucking stargazer lilies. Well, former assistant. By the way, do you want a job?”

Your hands land on your hips. “You already tried to kill me with shellfish, so I just assumed stargazer lilies were the next logical step. And did you seriously just ask me if I want to be your personal assistant? On the heels of you stealing my inheritance?”

“My assistant made almost as much as your father pays himself before I fired him,” he scoffs, pushing his glasses up his nose with one finger. "I'm not touching your inheritance." He nods to a stack of papers. "It's all right there. Have your attorneys take a look."

Slowly you approach the table, tracing one fingertip over the beautiful calla lilies before reaching for the papers. You sigh, shaking your head. "You're talking about my dad's life work. He'll never agree."

Nathan shrugs one shoulder. "He said he would if I'd leave you alone. Never see you again, ghost you."

Your eyes go wide. "Then what am I doing here?"

He waves his hand dismissively, inching toward you. "I still have to eat you out."

✧ ---------- ✧ ---------- ✧ ---------- ✧

Nathan's thick beard and perfect lips have been nestled scandalously between your thighs for thirty-eight minutes. You've gushed all over him twice, in, hands down, the best orgasms you've ever had in your life.

Better than anybody before him. Better than your vibrator. And your other vibrator.

Your fingertips play with his fuzzy hair as your hips eagerly rock into his face again and again. Tears streak down your cheeks, pooling on the couch pillow under your hair. The overstimulation is like nothing you've ever dreamed - searing every nerve ending in delicious torture.

But you can't stop and he won't stop.

You thought he was fucking with you when he asked you to come over so he could eat you out. He hasn't even used his fingers - only his lips and tongue, stroking, licking, sucking, swirling, fucking up into you over and over. His thick fingers dig into your thighs, holding you in place while his thumbs languidly trace the sensitive spot where your ass meets the back of your thigh.

Body shuddering in rapture, you teeter on the precipice of another wave of pleasure tinged with the slightest discomfort skittering along your spine because it's just too fucking much.

"Nathan...Nathan," you breathlessly moan, halfheartedly attempting to push his shoulders away from your pussy.

He raises his head just long enough to meet your blissed out, watery gaze, smiling in satisfaction. "You're close, honey. Give me one more." And dives back in without a moment's hesitation.

"oh fuck..." incoherent moans and gasps follow as he suckles your clit between his lips so tortuously your back arches off the couch. His tongue joins, rapidly flicking your swollen bud as you shatter and gush, squirting all over his tongue and soaking his beard.

Your vision goes white and your body limply falls away from his mouth as he releases you, groaning with the satisfaction that his rival's daughter is underneath him, whimpering and squirting.

His cock is so hard it hurts and he's leaked through his thin joggers, rubbing himself against your leg while he got you off. Now, as you come back to yourself, he pulls his dick out and jerks it rough and quick, licking his lips at the sight of your glistening pussy that he can still taste in his mouth.

Your eyes flicker open to the sight of Nathan, pants pooled at his ankles, thick fingers wrapped around his dick. He was not lying. His cock is huge. Not comedically huge, like ridiculously, unfuckably huge, but definitely the thickest and longest you've ever had.

Not that you've had him. Yet.

Wetting your lips, you reach up to help him jerk off, which pulls a filthy string of curses from his lips. Pushing your fingers through his, you work up and down his shaft, bringing your other hand underneath him to cup his balls. He hisses and then groans as your tongue swirls over his leaking tip.

"If Daddy could see you now. Naked, on your knees, with my cock in your mouth. Fuck..."

You should be mad, or something. But you open your mouth wider and let Nathan push his cock all the way to the back of your throat, gagging as you swallow his tip. The most beautiful, dirty sounds you've ever heard from a man fall out of his lips as he thrusts a few times in rapid succession, praising and degrading you in the same sentence.

You can't breathe, tears burn your eyes, but through your cloudy vision, you can see his lips moving like a prayer, corded neck straining as he releases his hold in his dick and grips the nape of your neck, fucking your face, thrusting so hard you know your jaw will be sore for days.

You keep jerking him, fondling and caressing every bit of him that won't fit in your mouth. It's been a long time since you sucked a cock, and never one this big, but you keep taking it because he sounds weak for you and he's calling you his and telling you how good you feel.

Your mind fleetingly drifts to the safe word he gave you before he dove into your pussy: the one you shrugged off, as if he could possibly make you need it.

He scoffed at you. "Honey, if you don't wanna safeword tonight, I'm doing something wrong."

"Asshole," you huffed as he licked the first stripe between your folds, sending your head flying back and your mouth gasping.

You tap his leg forcefully three times and he instantly pulls out of your mouth as you gag and sputter, your weight falling forward. Bracing yourself on your hands, you drag in gulps of air, realizing that Nathan is above you finishing himself off, getting off on the fact that he's ruined you.

Hot spurts of come splatter across your bare shoulders and back. "Stay down," he orders, sent over the edge by the sight of you naked and on all fours. He unloads on you, painting your skin until he's spent. He flops back on the other end of the sofa, half naked, limp dick flopping as his eyes squeeze shut in bliss.

You're drenched in cum and sweat and your slick, filthy and somehow still wildly turned on. The thought fleetingly crosses your mind - that you wish Nathan would take your picture. Not to post, but it would just feel deliciously dirty to know he had a picture of your naked body, covered in his cum, that he could jerk off to.

"I should post a picture of you now," he lazily grins, reading your mind. "Really piss him off. Get banned from my own site."

You stand, hands landing on bare hips. "Are you going to mention my dad every time we fuck?"

He chuckles, standing to join you. "Have we even really fucked yet? Let's clean up. Our flight to Hawaii is in four hours."

"Hawaii again?" You gasp. "Nathan - "

"Look, you drive a hard bargain," he concedes, throwing his hands up. Reaching for his glasses, he kicks off his joggers off his ankles, now as naked as you. "Final offer: I'm already getting your dad's company. He's being fairly compensated. You still get your inheritance and you have generous stock in my company."

Inching forward, he reaches for the swell of your hips, pulling you flush against his muscled chest. "You get to ride my dick, you come with me to Hawaii, I get to post a selfie of us in bed together."

Your mouth drops open.

"Just from the shoulders up," he counters, before you can fire off a protest.

"I don't think I'm getting much out of this deal," you pout. "Your dick can't be that good."

"It is," he almost playfully assures you, nodding rapidly.

As you roll your eyes, he nibbles on your bottom lip. "Come on. I've never made this much effort for anyone."

"You hate my dad that much?"

"No. I want to fuck you that much."

"You're full of shit, Bateman."

"Smile." He snaps your picture. You dive for the phone, squealing at him not to post it. He has no intention of doing so, but attempting to wrestle the phone away from him is how you end up on his living room floor, riding his huge dick.

As your eyes roll back in your head while you're coming, Nathan smirks victoriously.

✧ ---------- ✧ ---------- ✧ ---------- ✧

Miscellaneous Characters Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Follow @ivystoryupdates and turn on notifications to never miss an update

Join my tag list - for chaptered fics and short stories only

[your-unfriendlyghost]

Do you have any steviepop hcs? I love your blog :)

Thanks! And boy do I-

ok I’m gonna do this in the same format as my Steve x Evie headcannons, so like long-winded backstory first and then general relationship hcs/future stuff. There’s a lot so this is sorta long lol oops

(Tw for some period-typical homophobia…but like yk that’s sorta a given since it’s the 60s and all)

Backstory:

-So Steve’s always liked Soda a little more than he knows he’s supposed to. He noticed it at age twelve and has been repressing it for years. But by the time he’s sixteen, he’s fed up and pent up and sexually frustrated- and on top of it all, Soda’s dated tons of girls and Steve’s never even been kissed. Besides, he knows Soda’s unattainable.

-So when he meets Evie, who’s good-looking, funny, and likes him, he goes for it. Initially he thinks of her as someone he’s using to distract himself from Soda, but…c’mon. She’s Evie. She’s gorgeous and sweet and good with cars and as hotheaded as he is, but also lets him be sensitive and emotional in a way he never has let himself be before…And before he knows it, Steve’s fallen hard. Within a month he’s whipped for her and within two more he knows he’s gonna marry her someday. 

-There’s only one issue: being in love with Evie has not made him fall out of love with Soda.

-And worse, Evie’s smart, and Steve, despite his efforts, is not subtle- so Evie knows. And initially she hates it. She hates feeling like she’s competing with Sodapop Curtis for her boyfriend’s attention. She hates how it makes her question if Steve even likes her at all. She hates how she’s also worried for Steve’s safety, even if he is (theoretically) using her, because even if he’s not in love with her, she still loves him and cares about him and it’s the 60s and gay is not a thing you wanna be in the 60s-

-But over time, Evie realizes that Steve really does love her as much as he says he does. He gives her his mom’s old jewelry, he goes cruising with her and they talk for hours, he sneaks into her window at night just to hang out, he holds her hand or waist or hips constantly because he loves being near her…he loves her, and she knows it.

-The problem is that he definitely also loves Sodapop. Evie’s like 99% sure of it.

-See, Evie’s never liked Sodapop as much as everyone around her. Sure he’s cute, but maybe she thinks he’s a little unambitious and loser-y. Like the kind of airhead Sylvia would date just because he’s a good lay. Besides, everyone likes Soda- he’s like, way too mainstream, and Evie’s not impressed. She’s heard him flirt. It’s pathetic. And so cocky and preformative.

-But through Steve, Evie begins to see a different Soda. The more she hangs out with him, the more she sees him as the guy Steve sees- a good hearted, passionate, fiercely protective guy, who’s more emotionally intelligent (at least w/ other people’s emotions) than any other guys she’s met. He’s considerate, earnest, and yeah okay also ridiculously pretty. And much to her chagrin, Evie…starts to see the appeal. She’s a little in love with Soda too now. He’s not Steve, but she really does like him. 

-She puts her feelings and also Steve’s feelings on the backburner tho ‘cos Soda’s dating Sandy… Until he isn’t.

-And now that Soda constantly third wheels Steve and Evie’s dates, he begins to realize how much he likes being with them. He always feels so…good around them. But that’s weird, right? He shouldn’t feel like that for his best friend’s girl…and he definitely shouldn’t feel like that for his best friend. Soda tries to chalk it up to jealousy- he’s just jealous of Steve, he doesn’t love him, he’s just jealous that Steve gets to have Evie, who really is stunning and Soda really likes her- 

-But he isn’t jealous. Not really. He loves that Steve and Evie love each other. They’re so happy. Honest to God, he loves it- he loves seeing them happy. Lord knows they deserve it. Besides, Soda doesn’t really feel not included. Actually, he’s very included. The only times he feels a tinge of loneliness are when Steve and Evie fall asleep cozied up in Evie’s bed, while Soda takes the guest room. And yeah, okay, maybe he’s jealous when they hold hands in public- they’ve both held his hand in private, but never in public…And sure, a part of Soda wishes that they’d refer to him as their boyfriend too and maybe kiss him instead of just each other-

-That’s impossible though. He knows it’s impossible. He and Steve are men. Evie and Steve are sickeningly in love. Soda’s just a bother, tagging along like a sad dog who neither of them wanna deal with but are too polite to scare away. It’s fine. Soda’s already heartbroken over Sandy, he’s used to this. It’s actually a little boring. Sure he’s sad, but like, duh. He’s always sad. So like Soda almost always does when he’s sad, he ignores it and pretends it isn’t happening. Sure he smokes more and his risks are getting stupider, but after Dally and Johnny, ain’t everyone?

-The thing is, Soda’s even less subtle than Steve. And to Evie, who’s already accepted that Steve is bi (well she wouldn’t call it “bi” in the 60s, but yk what I mean) and in love with Soda, it’s insanely obvious that Soda’s also in love with Steve. Soda keeps flirting with girls and looking at Steve and Evie for approval, leading Steve around by the belt loop, he checks Evie out very obviously, he takes them out on outings that aren’t technically dates but do usually end with all three of them sitting in the car and cuddling (although of course both Steve and Soda would vehemently deny that it’s “cuddling” lol. By daylight, they prefer not to acknowledge it at all)... Evie knows there’s something going on here.

(As an aside, I don’t mean for the girl character to be the emotionally intelligent one because I think girls are inherently emotionally smart or anything. I just think that it’s easier in this case for Evie to put it together, because she doesn’t have any internalized homophobia towards herself like Steve and Soda do. Evie’s the only one who isn’t actively denying her feelings- while it was still taboo to like multiple guys in the 1960s, it was a helluva lot more taboo to be gay.)

-So finally, Evie just spills all this to Steve.

-He gets really pissed, and also scared, and also guilty- he’s always seen his feelings for Soda as perverted and wrong. Initially he’s angry that Evie would even suggest that, but really he’s angry because she’s right. And if she knows, then she’ll leave him, won’t she? 

-Evie reassures him that she will not leave him and that she’s okay with it. Encourages it, actually- and besides, she’s a bit in love with Soda too. 

-So in some dramatic scene that I’ve written on ao3 twice now, Soda finds out. And thus Steviepop is born lol

General relationship h/cs

-They all think they’re very secretive about the fact that they’re all dating. They aren’t subtle at all though. No one outside of the gang suspects anything- ‘cos who’d come to that conclusion in 1960s Tulsa? But within the gang it’s just one of those things everyone kinda knows but doesn’t talk about, like how they all know not to ask Two-Bit about his drinking habits or how they all know not to talk about Paul Holden with Darry. 

-But in a Dally lives AU, he definitely brings it up- I’ve written a scene where he does actually, it’s gonna be in a fic I’m workin on. Dally tries to make it seem like he’s just fucking with Soda, but really he’s trying to be protective- he, like the rest of the gang, worries a bit about how comfortable and affectionate the trio is. In his head, it’s only a matter of time before someone actively homophobic hurts them. 

-Ponyboy finds out about it because he sees Soda kissing Evie and has a whole moral panic- does he tell Steve and betray Soda?! But Steve does deserve to know- But what if he ruins Steve and Soda’s friendship? Well, Soda’s kinda doing that himself by kissing Steve’s girl-

-He eventually decides to tell Steve, because he knows deep down that’s the right thing to do.

-Steve is sorta touched that the kid would do that for him, but boy, it’s funny. He sorta vaguely implies that he’s aware and okay with it- “Evie and Sodapop- we uh…have…um…an arrangement.”

-Pony quickly learns the terms and conditions of that arrangement when he goes with them to the drive-in and sees how they all are with each other. He’s bright. He connects the dots quick- Good grief, he’s fourth wheeling his brother, Evie Peterson, and Steve fucking Randle. 

-He doesn’t ever mention it again after that, at least not until Soda tearfully comes out to him and Darry about six months later. (Pony and Darry just kinda look at each other and try to sound like they 100% didn’t know what Steve, Evie, and Soda have been getting up to in Soda’s old room)

-They all go to prom together, although they claim Soda’s just third-wheeling

-Soda and Evie bond over loving horses. Meanwhile, Steve has been scared of horses ever since Soda hurt his knee, and they make fun of him for being scared lol. He says he isn’t but he definitely is.

-Evie and Soda wear the same shoe size, and he’s absolutely worn her gogo boots before around the house as a joke. (Evie, in turn, has worn his cowboy boots- but she’s worn ‘em out in public. Soda loves it.)

-Both Evie and Soda have worn Steve’s vest. It’s too short for Soda and looks super cropped on him lol (I mean it is technically cropped in the movie but like. Tom Cruise is short lol. It meets his waistband just fine.)

-But Soda specifically loves when Steve and Evie wear his stuff- to avoid suspicion, he can’t be as open with them as they are with each other in public, but when they wear his jackets or shirts, he feels included. He can’t hold their hands, but Evie’s wrapped in his flannel and Steve’s in his DX cap, so they’re still his.

-Soda has first-fought someone for catcalling Evie. (Steve would too obviously, but then, he’d fist-fight anyone just for fun.) (Well, ok, Soda would too, but Evie didn’t know that back then)

-Their theme song has gotta be “Wouldn’t It Be Nice” by the Beach Boys. I’ve used that for Stevepop before, but it’s extremely Steviepop too, especially from Soda’s POV.

-When two of them have shifts at the DX and one doesn’t, the one who doesn’t sometimes just shows up anyway. Usually it’s Steve, although it remains to be seen whether he does it outta love for Evie and Soda…or if he just misses the cars.

-One time Evie introduces them to her mom, as her boyfriend and his friend. Except…she never actually clarified which was which, so her mom still isn’t sure is she’s with “the short one with the nice arm muscles and fucked teeth”, or if she’s with “the pretty one who looks like a cowboy”. She’s also not sure who she’d prefer for Evie to be with- Soda’s better looking and has better manners, but Steve is buff and has more money… (Evie is fully aware of her mom’s confusion, but until her mom asks her outright, she’s not going to explain- she thinks it’s hilarious)

-Evie’s going to college, she wants to be a doctor, or maybe a nurse because she’s not sure she can afford to get a doctorate/go to med school. And Steve, who’s always had decent grades (yk, a solid B student w/ maybe one or two Cs/As in between), figures he might as well give the college thing a go, too. He’s always sorta wanted to design his own cars, maybe he’ll try engineering school- and hey maybe he’ll hate it and drop out, but either way, he’s going where Evie goes.

-Soda on the other hand feels like he can’t go with them, because A, he’s a high school dropout, and B, he can’t leave Ponyboy and Darry. They need him…right?

-But there’s a ranch that needs stable hands out near the town the college is in…and Darry and Ponyboy haven’t fought in a while…and Soda can still support them financially with checks in the mail…and Evie and Steve leased an off-campus apartment that needs a third roommate…

-So Soda goes with them.

-Eventually though they do move back to Oklahoma. Maybe to Bixby (Tex fans where you at lol), where Evie is close enough to the hospital to not have a long commute, and Soda is close enough to the country to work at stables. (He has his own horse, although he can’t afford a stable- so he rents stable space from the McCormick brothers) (Tex fans where you at) (Steve’s happy enough too- everyone needs a mechanic everywhere, so he’s never gotta search hard for work)

-When they’re in their late twenties, Steve and Evie get married- the only reason why they put it off for so long was because they didn’t want Soda to feel left out. But by then they’ve all been together for like nine years, so Soda knows and trusts that he’s fully an equal part of the relationship. It’s a real small ceremony with only their closest friends, and Soda’s at the altar with them and gets a ring too. (The officiant is confused but really no one cares about that lol)

-Idk i guess after that most folks have kids but…I don’t really think Steve would want that? In my heart tho they adopt Tex but that’s outlandish even for me lol

[goatcheesecak3]

Adam Stanheight Red Flag HCs

Adam stanheight x gn!reader

Warnings: jealousy, alcoholism, toxic relationship, vomit

DISCLAIMER: this isn't meant to romanticise any toxic behaviour or condone anything like that, I just want to add a bit more depth to his character and explore his flaws

A/n: I see far too much mischaracterisation with Adam, and it drives me CRAZY!! As much as I absolutely adore him, he's not as soft as he's made out to be in my opinion, so here are some of his red flags.

SUPER INSECURE to the point that he regularly accuses you of cheating, especially when he's drunk.

Speaking of which, Adam drinks far too much, after the first few rounds he's fun and upbeat, but he doesn't know when to stop. He can be a mean drunk, so by the end of the night he always manages to start an argument.

His response to the "would you still love me of I was a worm?" Test is "stop asking me those stupid fucking questions"

He's absolutely a music snob. He hates basically anything that he didn't discover first. God forbid he catches you listening to slipknot or system of a down, they're far too mainstream for his liking and he won't hesitate to shit on you for listening to them.

One of THOSE filmbros. He loves taxi driver but he gets really insufferable about it.

100% asks you to name 3 songs if you wear a band shirt

Will ghost you for days at a time and call you dramatic for being upset about it.

Is friends with Scott Tibbs

Comes home wasted and throws up all over your sofa, will absolutely not clean it up

Punches holes in walls

A/n let me know if you want any more red flag hcs! For Adam or other leigh whannell or saw characters!!

[enemywasp]

I think tumblr doesn’t understand misogyny. I saw a post claiming it’s misogyny that mlm is more popular than wlw in fanworks — which?? No? It’s not THEIR problem y’all keep harassing people instead of writing and drawing. If y’all actually got together and did shit, maybe authors would trust you to keep their series going like fujos do.

The concept that the bisexual women writing mlm fanfics on ao3 actually hate women is almost as sad as the idea the transmascs making transmascs hcs are secretly trans misogynistic. NO YOU ARE. You’re the misogynistics screaming at them for having fun in a way you don’t like, attempting to control them.

And you know these people harass toxic yuri for being too problematic. They’re also just obvious homophobes towards gay men ships.

What's frustrating is there is so much genuine misogyny in lots of fandom spaces, particularly for media that people still consider "for guys". If you want to handle the misogyny in fandom, look into the treatment of the fans not the fictional characters.

You're completely right, if you want more wlw fiction and ships, write them! Edit them! Support media with canon sapphic rep!

I'll admit, with mainstream media, there does seem to be this trend of mlm media being pushed because it appeals to girls, whereas wlw media is not so well pushed or cancelled. But that is not a fault in fandoms so much.

And that kind of issue isn't applicable to fan works when if you want to see more wlw ships, you can create them yourself, or even commission fanart!

[literallysimjaeyun]

HQ MUSIC HCS EXCEPT IM PROJECTING AKDNJDDNKS

hinata:

ngl, i feel like hed have like mainstream taste but like also not??? hes a swiftie tho no one can change my mind on that. also feel like he’d like mac miller maybe?? idk. id say like chill rap/pop would be his thing

kageyama:

feel like hed either have like an 27 hr long playlist w js a bunch of bullshit from his faves in middle school all the way till hs and it would be a major vibe OR he doesn’t listen to music very often but doesnt rlly care whats on 🥲 he’ll vibe either way lol

tsuki:

this man is fucking EMO AND/OR A METALHEAD 😝 you cannot say ANYTHING that’ll change my mind. metal wise, i feel like hed fw nu metal more than classic metal. like korn’s his fave (specifically life is peachy). emo wise, mans seems like a ptv stan. like i can see him tryna grow out his hair to be like vic but failing so hard

yamaguchi:

80s to 2000s pop is this kids entire personality. britney, destiney’s child, diana ross, jlo, nsync, backstreet boys, madonna, YOU FUCKING NAME IT!!! hes pretty open w newer pop but it doesnt hit the same. he does however fw metallica a hell of a lot bc of tsuki lol 🫶

suga:

he listens to CUNTry 🤯 like divorced angry wife country. and he gets SO into it to the point where it concerns daichi akdjddksks!!! he fw yamaguchis music too n they trade playlists from time to time. hes also the type to listen to some of the most vulgar shit w a straight face. were talking like some insane clown posse type shit. when hes alone he’ll grab a hair brush and lip sync to halls of illusion and act like hes all hard and not the sweetest soul the world has ever known 💀

daichi:

hes a 90s rap kid fr. like nwa, 2pac, laurynn hill, ice cube, early eminem, eazy e and so on. hes open to p much everything but if this man gets the aux, expect to hear fuck the police at FULL BLAST ( #improjecting ) 🥲😇

asahi:

INDIE INDIE INDIE INDIE!!!!! were talking car seat headrest, the strokes, early arctic monkeys, spoon, tool!!!! he rlly likes brit pop too, his roman empire is oasis vs blur alkdkddnsjsj

noya:

was a victim of 2020 music 💀 BUT ITS OK HE RECOVERED GUYS!!! i feel like hed listen to sza, kendrick (he HATES drake lmaoo), mac miller, a lil kanye here and there, 21 savage. hes a MASSIVE doja cat fan tho OML its insufferable how into her he is aldjdjdbskdbd!!!! feel like hed also secretly a kpop stan lmaoooo like were talking p1harmony, skz, enhypen, TWICE OMG HE LOVES TWICE

[evervalence]

villains series music headcanons

i'm a theater, choir and overall music freak so i'm so normal about these. enjoy

eli pretends to like whatever music is popular to fit in, but when he's alone he mostly listens to 70s-80s rock. he got most of his music taste from patrick and lisa. i like to think there's a surprising amount of queer artists like elton john, queen and bowie in his playlist in order to rub in the irony of his internalized homophobia. also listens to some indie rock like arctic monkeys and nothing but thieves

victor is, obviously, a goth. he was deep into the subculture as a teen and young adult, and has always been generally alternative. had band shirts (specifically bauhaus, joy division, nine inch nails and nirvana*) and painted his nails black. on hot days he'd wear a long flowy skirt with one of those shirts, and eli would hate being seen in public with him because it made him "abnormal" by association. taught syd to do eyeliner and diy clothes

vic (at least lockland vic) mostly listens to post-punk, industrial metal and various 80s-2000s rock bands. loves nine inch nails and depeche mode. has a vinyl collection

* had a huge nirvana phase as a kid before they became mainstream. nowadays, because he's pretentious and dreads being a normie, he only wears the nirvana shirt to sleep.

in aus where he interacts with children (teacher/professor, doctor, etc) he'd bond with alt kids who are struggling to be understood by adults. ie. rumor has it that mr vale gives bonus points if you wear shirts of bands he likes

definitely picky and pretentious with his music, especially when he's older. listens to more jazz and classical then, especially jazz that mitch recommended to him

as for singing hcs, eli would have a really good voice due to singing in the church choir as a kid (i also hc him as part filipino and that's the stereotype lmao). he'd have a disney prince-esque tenor voice. his speaking voice is warm and approachable sounding, if a little monotone. and his inner voice sounds like patrick bateman monologues

victor's voice is harder to describe. it's definitely lilting and effeminate, but you'd have trouble categorizing it because it's so versatile. definitely talks fast, especially since talking to himself a lot in prison. mostly sings on the lower and softer side, so he can make any song sound like a lullaby (sydney found this out when she couldn't sleep one night). speaking voice claim is trent reznor (courtesy of victor @frankentwink)

theater diva vic. theater diva vic. when mitch and syd do karaoke, he watches silently in the background before deciding to go all out, performing a disney villain song (inspired by another person's post about this)

syd listens to a lot of stuff, but mostly punk, riot grrl, emo and scene music. of course, she listens to the stuff vic introduced her to. blasts ear destroying death metal in her room after she has an argument with vic or mitch. mitch got her hooked on hozier. avid florence + the machine fan. avid mcr fan.

mitch likes slow rock and jazz

dom likes dad rock and 2000s metal

bonus: victor lockland playlist & eli lockland playlist

[eri-pl]

Silm reread 22: Earendil (and very vague Elwing)

Earendil rules the people in the area. Elwing, despite being the heiress of the crown of one of the two groups who joined in there, is simply his wife. Huh.

Also, he's got sea-longing and wants fo find his parents (not a good reason to leave your wife and kids) and find Valinor and ask the Valar for mercy (ok, this is a better reason). So, Círdan makes Vingilot (from birch tree) and Earendil sails off. Elwing is sad.

But… his sailing is still a good thing, because he wants to ask the Valar for help? I guess? I have a hard time with Earendil, I'm not a fan of absent husbands. But I guess his mission is important.

And also, maybe they did discuss it with Elwing before they got married ("I dream of sailing far and for long periods of time." "ok, I may be sad with it but I still want this marriage.")…. You know what? I am going to HC that they did have this talk. It makes him 20x more sympathetic to me.

Meanwhile, among the Feanorians… Maedhros is restraining himself (again!) because he is remorseful for Doriath. But. the oath tornments them all (ok, so it is a compel, but not absolute. Not "dominate person", but it does give them mental damage for not following it. Unless it is just honor and stuff, but it doesn't sound like it.)

The Feanorians gather. (Which is a bad sign). They send messangers to Elwing, demanding "politely but clearly", the Silmaril. Well, you should have tried "politely" with Thingol, now, after Doriath, your politeness feels a bit empty.

[Also, Maedhoros' life would be much, much easier if he had the ability to just throw C&C under the bus and blame everything on them. It was even mostly true! And might have worked. But he is loyal to his brothers. And this is a good thing. This is tragic: he has one good trait, but can't manage another (not murdering people), and so he fails both morally, and fails at his chosen goal.]

Elwing, and the people of Sirion didn't want to give him the Silmaril. Because:

people have died and suffered for it (the usual argument, which I feel is increased by the nature of the Silmaril)

their ruler was not home, and they didn't want to make the decision without him (this is stupid, on a very mundane level. Earendil should have chosen someone to make important decisions when he's away. Also, Elwing seems either very indecisive / shy, or not respected by the people. My bet would be on "shy", or eldritch/shy, somewhat Varda-style)

it seemed to them that the Silmaril was the reason of their health and prosperity (this is a new idea)

So: it is not Elwing's decision. And it is not based mostly on "we hate them, they killed our people", but on survival needs (and a misconception). And again, there is no textual evidence that the people of Sirion know about the Oath.

Yes, there are people from Gondolin there, but who exactly? Turgon died. Idril was a child when the Oath happenned. They may not know, or they may not share the knowledge (but the later would be unwise).

Based on what the people of Sirion know and assume, their reply makes complete sense to me.

(Also, it seems like it was less a clear "nope" and more of a "umm, let's wait till Earendil returns, but we can't give you an ETA for that".)

The remaining soF suddenly attack the poor people of Sirion and the book is pretty clear that this is bad. It's so bad that some of their followers change sides and die trying to protect Elwing (because of course they do die, we can't have any characters getting any sort of redemption… yea, I understand, it makes sense realism-wise that they all die. But still, non-lethal wounds causing unconciousnes are a thing and I think it was a thing among the Elves? I can't remember an example)

Anyway, A&A die (because this is the unburned version).

Oh, and also Gil-Galad comes to the (too late) rescue (with Círdan). Which means that the mainstream Noldor are (for the first time) willing to fight the Feanorians. They just miss the party. Hmmm, this one detail makes me more fond of G-G son of Fingon. Because: think of the angst. (Or even better: G-G son of one of the Feanorians. But this has other problems)

There are a few survivors who join G-G.

It is told that E&E were captured. It is told that Elwing jumped to the sea with the Silmaril.

For the capture we later get a confirmation. But not for how exactly Elwing landed in the sea.

No info on how much she knew about her sons (already captured? assumed dead? hidden? whatever?). No info on whether she panicked and run blindly, or tried to distract M&M from killing other people, or wanted to maneuvre them into falling into the sea too, or one of myriads of possible scenarios. Or just even fell by a lucky "accident".

You want a perfect, flawless Elwing? The text doesn't contradict it (though she is at least a bit indecisive or not in such a position of power that would make sense given her parentage).

You want a stupid, indecisive Elwing who does a random thing? The text doesn't contradict it.

You want a young, lost, completely panicked Elwing? The text doesn't contradict it.

You want Elwing putting the prosperity of her people (which is assumed to be based on the Silaril) and them not dying of hunger above her own children? The text doesn't contradict it.

(No, we can't have a canon-compliant terrible mom Elwing, we'll get a counter for this.)

She joins Earendil and they are really terrified about their captured sons. So yes, they do care about their sons. they fear that M&M will kill them.

Kidnap fam mentioned, Maglor is sad and tired because Oath. :,(

Earendil wears the Silmaril on his forehead. So… what happenned to the necklace? Did Ulmo take it when he shapeshifted Elwing? The text very much sounds like the necklace is now gone, it's just the gem.

It is said among the gnomes wise, that the Silamril was what guided them to Valinor and let them pass all the magic barriers/traps.

Elwing has Lúthien vibes of "No, I am your wife, you aren't going to do the deadly risky thing alone!"

Earendil comes during a celebration and we are reminded that it's just like Morgoth and Ungoliant did (but he does it by accident). Nice bracketing, I guess? He is scared that even if Valinor something bad happenned. I like this scene.

Eonwe gives him a really cool (however very formal) greeting. "the looked for that cometh at unawares, the longed for that cometh beyond hope." I love this line. Yes, a lot of Tolkien's good lines give the vibe of "wrote it as part of a prayer, rewrote it to fit in his fantasy book". It's not a flaw. But I do find it a peculiar kind of funny.

Anyway, stuff is happenning. The Valar summon even Ulmo for a conversation. They talk. Námo plays the bad cop, which peronally I don't like but ok. I guess somebody has to, it is his job.

Manwë goes "we won't punish them, because they took this risk out of love" which is a solid argument. Earendil&Elwing (and by mention their sons) get the choice.

Also, interesting wording (or translation): they will be judged according to the laws of the species they chose. Huh. Interesting phrasing, I'm not sure what to think of it.

I totally forgot Elwing chilling out with the Teleri in the meantime.

Anyway, Vingilot gets an upgrade, the three sailors get a new ship. Also, doors of Night mentioned. Also, Earendil comes back to Valinor at sunrise and sunset. And it does seem like he does land, he is banned from the mortal lands, but not from Aman? So I guess he does spend some time home with Elwing. When she flies to him it's just to meet him earlier.

But I may be wrong.

Estel / "High Hope" mentioned.

M&M notice a new star. Confirmation that they saw the Silmaril sinking in the sea. Mae is like "Sure it's the silmaril." Maglor is like "we are supposed to rejoice." Anyway they do, at least they are no longer despairing.

And Morgoth is freaked out. :D But he doesn't expect the war (as they say), because the Valar were upset at the Noldor, and he doesn't get what pity is.

The army has white banners, the Vanyar are there (all of them? I suppose Ingwë stayed with Manwe, because before we were told he never went back to ME? Maybe only some Vanyar went to war.) And so are the non-Exile Noldor.

There are some Teleri in the army of the West!!! Just not many. At least that's how the Polish text reads. "Not many wanted to go to war" — so, some did want? some went?

More Teleri (convinced by Elwing) join as sailors, but those Teleri stay at the ships and don't touch tha land. (So yes, it seems there were other Teleri there)

I will leave the War of Wrath for later, maybe for the Morgoth into the Void day 1. Maybe not. Maybe i will do it sooner.

[romantic-exposure]

coming out as a blackinnon shipper 🤷‍♀️ *points at marlene and sirius aggressively tackling each other* i just think they're neat

they're not a main ship of mine, and i'm keeping these hcs fairly ambiguous, so you can take these as platonic if you want. generally i prefer marlene with girls and sirius with boys, and i think that they both have a type for studious people- but i hate the constant pressure from tiktok or other platforms to only ship the mainstream ships, so here's my hcs on the couple who would absolutely tear down anyone who tried to make them do anything they didn't want to 🎸🌌

their love language is aggression. 100%. sirius jumps on her back in the halls and marlene stumbles and curses loud enough to have points docked. marlene will randomly lean over during class and kick his shins hard enough to leave bruises. everyone except their core friends are concerned that they're abusing each other lmao

sirius sits on her lap all the time. marlene doesn't sit on his that often because she prefers holding him, but sometimes she needs the reassurance. only in private though, she's not really a pda person (he's the big spoon when they sleep but marlene will take this to her grave).

they share a wardrobe. at some point when they were still friends, sirius started stealing her clothes- skirts, shirts, jewelry, etc. nothing was off limits. (james has a photo of sirius parading around the boys' dorm in one of her bras as a joke "marls, look, we're the same cup size!" "go shove your wand up your arse, black")

except it also sort of wasn't a joke- they're both fairly androgynous, so it's not uncommon to see sirius dress effeminately, or marlene more masculine. they both care a lot about fashion and appearance!! this may be influenced by my past experience as a mainstream marauders fan, before i decided to dive back into the text itself and form my own opinions, but i still see them as pretty ambiguous. (emphasis on the pretty)

a hiking trail guide au is my personal favorite. i can totally see marlene and sirius bickering over who took whose food in the trail centre break room (they both ate each other's but refuse to admit it), or sneakily adding punk stickers to each other's motorcycle helmet in the parking lot just to see how long it takes the other to notice. marlene yells at sirius to "hurry up, pretty boy", and sirius throws a pack of trail mix at her head with surprising accuracy. they comb through each other's hair for ticks after each hike. they drag race their motorcycles and eat out at nearby diners on the weekends, singing surprisingly good karaoke to queen.

rockstar au is also absolutely fantastic. marlene and sirius have matching black leather jackets with "ROCK" on one and "STAR" on the other embroidered on the back, respectively. they get drunk off stage and are usually found half-asleep on the dingy couch, giggling. marlene does both of their eyeliner. sirius steals her fur coat. once, for a prank, sirius bleached his hair and marlene dyed hers black, and they swapped outfits and instruments. marlene wore super thick chunky black combat boots to look taller than sirius, and they actually managed to successfully convince everyone that siriys was marlene and marlene was sirius, right up until the third song, when sirius started singing. it remains their favorite prank to this day and marlene still cackles about it.

unpopular opinion but let marlene be feminine!!! let her live as the younger sister of multiple older brothers, thinking she has to be tough or she won't be taken seriously, until she finds someone who she feels like she can actually be softer around. let her explore her femininity instead of shoving it off to the side. let her gradually find feminine clothes that she likes, and allow herself to grow into a more confident, happier version of herself. let her wear a dress and have sirius slack-jawed at the sight. this is not me saying you have to dress feminine if you're a girl and masculine if you're a boy, but it is me saying that less pressure should be put on young girls to reject their feminine side. it should be a healthy balance!!!

couples who jump into the pool right after putting on sunscreen and thus get sunburnt together stay together #blackinnon #listentolily2025

sirius goes quiet after marlene dies. he doesn't even speak. just nods, or shakes his head, or mumbles. he's lost his rambunctiousness, his playful teasing, his cheeky streak, his joy. he lost a part of himself that marlene brought out the best. that side of him lived and died with marlene. he's withdrawn, he's silent, he's careless when he goes on missions, and he knows marlene would hate him for it, which makes him feel even worse. he feels guilty, for not insisting that she stay with him and remus, for not going with her to live at her family's house and protecting her more. and not only has he lost her, but he lost her family, too. her brothers that spent time with him and shared jokes. parents that were doting but firm. all empty seats along his right side at the meeting table. molly puts them away after a few weeks of nobody touching them, saying that they all needed to move on for now, that they could grieve when the war was over. that's when sirius breaks. he shouts at her, they yell back and forth. it shakes the entire base. it isn't until after she starts crying that he realizes she put away fabian and gideon's chairs, too. he walks away, but he never really forgives her.

anyway i think blackinnon should be brought back and explored more :)

tags: @box-of-paperclips

[invinciblevariant]

Heyyyy, please tell me about your shiesty mark or prisoner mark, I love them very much. Can be general headcanons, or how they'd be in a relationship.

-🐊🌈 (gatorbites-imagines)

ooohhhh , yayayay !! oki , i'll give you all three !

prisoner mark (miles) hcs

has actually been in prison way longer than a year ( a hundred , give or take ) , he just believes it's only been a year because time had blurred together after being tortured for so long

is very sensitive to touch but also very touch-starved . it's difficult for him because he craves touch so badly , but he's scared that the other person will judge him for his scars and such .

loves extremely cold baths and showers ( think ice baths and stuff like that ) , hates hot ones bc it reminds him of being burned

the reason he went to prison was because once earth was conquered in his dimension , he tried killing thragg to become the new ruler of viltrum , keyword being tried

wasn't a huge fan of the others he was in prison with , so avoided them most of his time there ( even ended up killing his cellmate when he made him mad )

agreed to angstrom's plan when he was promised freedom from the prison in exchange for conquering mainstream mark's dimension

shiesty mark (malcolm) hcs

grew up thinking he was the most important person in the universe and that the humans and most superheroes on earth were lesser than him ( nolan's teachings didn't help much in that regard )

got his powers at fourteen , went along with nolan's plan to conquer earth , killed debbie and eve during the invasion

destroyed almost all of the worlds in his own dimension for the hell of it , but also because he found that he loved the fear in people's eyes and how it fueled him

wears the face covering almost 24/7 because he likes how it makes him look more badass

shiesty x prisoner relationship hcs

not very touchy-feely , not into pda , kinda subtle in their affections w each other esp around the other variants and og mark . expect more pinky-holding than full-on hand-holding and light pecks on the cheek than full-on kisses with these two ( unlike malachi and maverick who don't give two-thirds of a shit abt pda and will try to practically fuck each other even in a quiet movie theater )

they started doing everything together once they made it official because malcolm wanted miles to feel included in his shenanigans , whether that was torturing or killing people or destroying structures

eventually were "blessed-slash-cursed" , as malcolm puts it , with twins , one boy and one girl , who were very tiny when they were babies ( inspired by that one post of yours ;) )