#FINALLY the embed is actually working for me

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As promised, hands you all: au where loop actually manages to tell the party who they are in act 5

[dandylovesturtles]

I'm trying to get myself back into writing by doing some little things here and there. This is the first one that is actually worth it to post here lol

Awhile back I asked on discord for suggestions of things I could write and then for a long time I didn't actually do anything lol BUT I finally did something. This ficlet is based on a suggestion @abbeyofcyn gave me about Donnie feeling anxiety over a having a new home post S2 (at least I remember it being Cyn but the message is so old now I can't find it orz I'm sorry if it was someone else)

I hope you enjoy it!

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The subway station has been closed to the public since the nineties. Most of the ways in are already blocked off, and it will be trivial to finish that work to keep out any intruders. The tracks and maintenance station make an ideal garage and workspace for the tank. The old electrical wiring and water pipes are easily accessible. There’s still functioning toilets in the old bathrooms, and ventilated spaces ideal for cooking. There’s easy access to the street, the rest of the subway system, and the sewers. Splinter hums approvingly as he circles an old staff area with a tape measure. His brothers shout as they call dibs on rusted out train cars. April enthusiastically notes that the station is close to her new campus.

It checks all the boxes on their list, and then some.

So why has the sick feeling in the pit of Donnie’s stomach gotten worse instead of better?

There must be something wrong with it. Some flaw they aren’t seeing, some con they haven’t considered. He needs to go over his lists again; double check and triple check from every angle. They’ve only been here an hour - it would just be irresponsible to make a decision so quickly!

He desperately fires up his tablet again and pulls up his list, scrolling with hard taps as his eyes fly over the compiled criteria. There must be something… Something!

It’s structurally sound. There’s ample space for skateboard ramps and arcade machines. There’s plenty of lighting that will only need simple maintenance to be functional. There’s a big space that can be used for a new lab. It checks all the boxes, but there must be at least one it’s not checking, or why would Donnie’s blood curdle at the thought of actually living here?

The way the air moves through the space is wrong. The way the sounds echo off the walls and floors is unfamiliar. The smell is not the one he spent his whole life inhaling. It’s all wrong in a way that embeds itself in Donnie’s very skin, leaves him feeling slimy and nauseous and off kilter, like everything was just tilted at a dutch angle.

He scrolls to the bottom of the list and taps a few more times to be sure. “Air feels right” and “Echoes are normal” and “Smell is bad” are not boxes to be checked, so it can’t be any of those things. It has to be something else… It has to be something!

He scrolls back to the top of his list. Then he scrolls back to the bottom. He can’t find it. But it has to be there.

“Whoa,” says Leo, and Donnie jolts, his head snapping up. “I’ve never seen Donnie look like he wants to murder a computer before.”

“Please don’t tell Raph that something’s wrong with the structural checks or whatever,” says Raph, just behind Leo. They’re all coming up to him, probably wondering why he’s been standing in the same spot for… 

Donnie glances at his screen and jolts again. Twenty four minutes and thirty seven second!?

“Come on, Dee, this place has got to be perfect,” says Leo. “I already know exactly where I’m putting my action figures in my new digs!”

“And I’m already getting sooo many ideas for graffiti!” says Mikey excitedly, bouncing in place where he stands next to April. “And I can’t wait to design the kitchen layout! I can’t believe I get to start from scratch and do it just how I want!”

“Raph already knows exactly where the dojo is goin’,” Raph joins in. When Leo blows a raspberry, Raph pushes him forward and smirks when he has to catch himself.

“I think this is the best you guys are gonna get,” says April. “Unless you wanna move to the Hidden City.”

“We can’t, Raph still has a warrant for his arrest.”

“I keep tellin’ you guys, that ain’t Raph!”

“I only wish I had known about this place earlier,” comes Splinter’s voice as he joins them. “So much square footage!”

They all start talking excitedly, so fast it blends into a whir in Donnie’s ears. They’ve all already decided, but don’t they see? They can’t live here, because it’s wrong!

“No.”

Donnie’s declaration kills the conversation in its tracks. Everyone stops to look at him, and the sudden attention doesn’t feel as good as it might otherwise.

“No,” he repeats, shaking his head and looking back at his list. “This won’t work.”

A chorus of “What!?” comes from everyone else. Donnie keeps his eyes on his list, scrolling frantically, looking for the problem that he knows is there.

“Is there something wrong with it?” asks April, tone measured.

“Yes,” he says, but doesn’t elaborate, because he doesn’t know what it is yet and how can he answer if he doesn’t have any data?

It’s clear they aren’t going to wait for him to come up with the answer.

“Well what is it? Ventilation? Structural integrity? The wiring? Come on, Dee, give us somethin’.”

“It’s… it’s just wrong. I know it is.” Donnie looks up from his list then, and their skeptical expressions make him coil around his tablet in defense. “We’ve barely seen all of it! How can we know for certain that it will really suit our needs?”

He’s protesting too much, and it’s no surprise when Leo catches on, immediately narrowing his eyes as he hones in on Donnie’s uncertainty. 

“You’ve said no to every place we’ve looked at, dude! Are your standards that high, or do you just like living in Barry’s crappy apartment that much?”

“I obviously do not,” Donnie snaps, because he has made no secret of the fact that he hates it there. Sure, it was nice of Draxum to take them in now that they’re homeless and all that, but the apartment is too small, and the sheets are too scratchy, and the way the air conditioner sounds is all wrong, and the street noises bother Donnie at night…

Of course he doesn’t want to keep living there! He never wanted to live there in the first place!

“Then what’s the problem?” Leo asks, folding his arms, and Donnie scowls back.

“I just think we shouldn’t rush into such a big decision just because it sucks to live in Draxum’s apartment,” he reasons, reasonably because he’s being very reasonable!

“And what, wait for our realtor to find us a few more listings?” Leo says with heavy snark. 

“Leo,” says Raph with a warning tone, before looking back at Donnie. “Look, we can take tonight to think about it,” he suggests. “But if there’s nothing really wrong with it, I think this is gonna be the best we can do.”

Donnie shrinks back. “You say we’ll take tonight to think about it, but you’ve all already decided.” He shakes his head. “But I’m telling you, we can’t live here. It’s wrong.”

“Donnie…” Mikey’s hand touches Donnie’s elbow, and it takes everything in him not to jerk it away. “Is there an actual problem with the place, or is this a feelings problem?”

Donnie jerks away.

Then he turns and sprints away down the nearest subway tunnel.

…

He only makes it to the next condemned platform before he collapses against the wall, panting. Maybe he really should take up Raph’s advice to do more cardio… If he can ever face any of them again, that is.

He sinks to the ground and rests his chin on his knees, looking around at the unfamiliar scenery. He knew the old tunnels of his home like he knew the curves and grooves in his favorite wrench. But his favorite wrench is lost forever under an insurmountable amount of rubble, and the tunnels around him are foreign and imposing.

He doesn’t want to live in Draxum’s apartment anymore.

But he doesn’t want to live here.

He wants to go home.

The ugly, bitter feeling in his stomach twists again, and he groans and presses his face into his knees, covering his head with his arms. He knows exactly what would fix this, and it’s something he can’t have.

He did the tests himself, over and over again. He knows that their old home would take years, decades to make livable again. They simply can’t fix it. It’s too big to be fixed.

Which means he cannot be fixed.

The understanding that he’ll feel this way forever washes over Donnie, leaving him desolated. How is he ever supposed to function again?

How can the rest of his family move on so easily when he’s still like this?

Footsteps echo off the walls, and he tenses up, curling tighter into himself. It’s no surprise that one of them came after him. He’s just glad it’s only one set of footsteps, and not five.

He doesn’t look up as they draw close. He doesn’t have to. A barefooted tread, light and airy with a bit of a hop to it even when the mood is somber. He’d know it anywhere.

Mikey plops down next to him and says, “Ready to talk to Doctor Feelings?”

Donnie shakes his head without looking up.

Mikey hums. “Wanna talk to Doctor Delicate Touch?”

Donnie shakes his head harder.

There’s a shuffle, and then warmth against Donnie’s side. “Wanna talk to your favorite little brother in the whole wide world?”

Donnie finally lifts his head enough to look at Mikey with one eye. “Winning by default isn’t something to brag about,” he notes.

A huge grin crosses Mikey’s face. “Hey, there you are!”

“Here I am,” Donnie notes dryly, and it sounds miserable even to his own ears.

Mikey’s expression falls into something more soft. He scoots around to Donnie’s front, then says, “You’re homesick.”

Homesick feels too small for the dark feelings that are swallowing Donnie whole. It’s just not enough.

“...I don’t want to live somewhere new,” he says, and it sounds like, I don’t want everything to be different.

“Yeah, it’s a lot,” says Mikey, even though Donnie knows he can’t be feeling it like this, or at least hopes his little brother isn’t. “You’ll get used to it, though!”

It almost makes Donnie laugh. He can’t begin to imagine it ever feeling anything but terrible. “How do you know?”

“Because I have experience,” says Mikey breezily, like it’s obvious. 

Donnie hopes the skepticism shows on his face. “Really? Micheal, we were both too young when Papa moved us to the lair.”

“Yeah, I don’t remember that. But I do remember when we all got our own rooms!”

Donnie considers that with some surprise. He vaguely remembers that… mostly because he was happy that Raph and Leo couldn’t put their stuff on his side anymore. “Ah yes. A joyous day for all of us.”

“Well it wasn’t too happy for me!” Mikey retorts, folding his arms. “I didn’t want any of us to get our own rooms. I… wasn’t ready to be without you guys.”

Actually, now that Mikey says that, Donnie does remember that part of it. “I also remember that you weren’t without us, because you slept in one of our rooms every night for two months.”

Mikey nods seriously. “Yeah! Because I wasn’t ready for change!”

“And we had to make a rotating chart so that each of us could get a full night of sleep once in a while.”

“Huh?” Mikey pouts. “What do you mean? I sleep like an angel!”

“Kicking and chewing on anything in grabbing distance seems more like demon behavior,” Donnie notes, and Mikey huffs and makes a big show of being offended. 

“The point, Donald,” he stresses, “is that it was a big change! And I wasn’t happy about it for a loooong time.” He leans back. “I didn’t get why you guys were so happy about moving out when I wasn’t. It felt like you were all leaving me behind.”

Donnie frowns. “But we were literally a few feet away,” he notes. “As you proved nightly.”

Mikey points at him excitedly. “Exactly! It was a big change, but I still had you guys. And eventually, you guys helped me get excited about it, too.”

Donnie tries to remember what exactly they did to accomplish that, but… “All I remember is that we helped you hang up your finger paintings and put glow in the dark stickers on the ceiling.”

“Yep!” Mikey nods sagely. “You helped make it my own. I got where I was excited to be in my room, because it was how I wanted it to be!” He falters, tapping his chin. “And also I remember Leo said something about all my toys being sad if they were alone in my room at night…”

“Ah. Manipulative tactics,” Donnie observes.

“But that’s not the point! The point is that when I made it my own, change wasn’t so scary anymore.” He waves back down the tunnel. “And that’s what’s going to work for you, too! Because you’re going to build yourself a big new lab and decorate your room just how you want it, and you’re going to love it!”

Donnie feels absolutely no confidence in that. The idea of building a new lab, of decorating his room, of getting used to the new space, doesn’t fill him with excitement. There is only dread there, and exhaustion, and an insurmountable realization that nothing is ever going to be the same as it was before.

“That might work for you,” he says softly, tiredly. “But I don’t think it will for me. I don’t think I will ever stop feeling…” 

He still doesn’t know what to call this. 

“...Homesick.”

“But you will,” says Mikey, putting a hand on his arm. This time, Donnie doesn’t jerk away. “You know how I know?”

“How?”

“Because you went through it with the rooms too, Dee.”

Donnie scoffs, shaking his head. “I was glad to have my own room,” he asserts. “The rest of you kept getting your things into my space. It was annoying.”

“Sure, maybe you were happy about that part,” says Mikey simply, “but do you remember the big storm? The first one after we moved into our rooms, that was sooo loud we could hear it?”

Again, Donnie thinks he vaguely recalls something like that. It clearly didn’t leave as large an impression on him as it did on Mikey, though.

“I… might,” he says.

“I remember,” says Mikey, “that I was so scared, I ran straight to Raph’s room! And he was already awake, and he was under the covers, and we made a tent together.” He giggles. “And then you came in, and then Leo! And I realized then, maybe you guys weren’t really as happy about sleeping in separate rooms as I thought.”

He shifts around again, pressing himself into Donnie’s side.

“We went through that all together. And we’re gonna go through this together, too. And that’s how I know it’ll be okay!”

Donnie can’t help but make a skeptical noise. He’s not sure it will be. It just feels like too much.

“We’re all homesick, too,” Mikey confides. “We show it different than you… But we are. We’re going through it with you.”

Donnie knows they miss home, too. He knows that. But still…

“What if you’re wrong,” he says, “and it’s not okay?”

“Then…” Mikey trails off, thinking. “Then I’ll use the money I saved up to buy you that limited edition Atomic Lass figure you wanted!”

Donnie twists his head to stare at him. “That figure currently values at eight hundred and fifty dollars,” he says.

Mikey grimaces. “I will give you all the money I have saved up to help you buy it!” he amends.

Donnie snorts. Then he laughs. Then he leans into the warmth of his little brother.

He doesn’t want to live somewhere new… but it won’t be entirely new. His family will still be there. Just a few steps away.

“Does the laughing mean you’ll come back with me?” asks Mikey. “Because this tunnel is cold.”

Donnie snorts again. “I will go back with you,” he agrees, “because I actually don’t have a choice in the matter.”

“Yes! I did it!” Mikey hops to his feet, extending a hand. “Another W for Doctor Feelings!”

“Winning by default is nothing to brag about,” says Donnie again. But he takes Mikey’s hand, and they go back to the station together.

[luviisabella]

Hiii! I was wondering if you could possibly write a Tenya x Reader fic where the reader was noticeably jittery the entire day, so he asked what her issue was. She'd tell him that she had been, well, a little aroused, throwing her off her game so to speak. Once school had passed and they had gotten back to the dorms, he chose to "help her out", sitting the both of them on his bed, her back to his chest. He'd then begin to "play with her", leaning over her shoulder, whispering praise into her ear and giving her kisses n stuff until she climaxed. :3

Nothing over the top, just a fluff and smut mix ^_^!!

And if possible, can you make it targeted towards a black and chubby afab!reader ? Tysm ! (=^w^=)

- Anon 🍄

I love this !! I love writing for different characters and I would be more than happy to write for you <3💗💗

thank you for the request 🍡

content: university AU, kissing, suggestive, fingering, smut

notes: I LOVE ittttt, enjoy 😉

[11:17am]

Your eyes were glued to the clock on the wall. Every minute felt like a month and it was killing you. Your professor was talking like he was reading a newspaper and as you scanned the room you noticed at least ten people asleep.

You could push through any class, 45 minutes, 1 hour, maybe even 2, but rn you had too much on your mind to sit and focus on the slides on the board.

You were so pent up and it was finally catching up to you, the tension growing in your core, it was like a cage of butterflies. The more you tried to calm them down the more they fluttered around and it became very noticeable.

You tried taking notes to distract you and didn’t notice the way Tenya had been scanning your figure. Your leg bouncing up and down, your hand a little shaky and you were biting your lip, if it weren’t for the fact that you kept a calm demeanor most of the time he would’ve let it be.

He would’ve dropped it but then when your next course was with Professor Sniper which was stealth training, Tenya knew something was wrong. With a quirk like yours, you should be getting through this with no issue and yet here you are tagged out and still.. off.

[2:37pm]

The day finally came to an end and you head over to the university dorms. You felt so ashamed at the lack of control you had today, it felt like your body was working against you, you decided to relieve this tension the moment you stepped into your room but as the elevator closed you were met with a large hand keeping it open.

Oh God. Of all people..

Tenya steps inside, scanning you quickly before adjusting his glasses and standing beside you as the doors closed.

You had a major crush on him and this was the last straw. The butterflies broke out of their cage but before you could speak he read your mind.

“Are you feeling okay ? You’ve been acting strange all day.”

Nothing in his posture changed, still facing the door.

You hesitated before sighing and answering.. you two were somewhat close and besides, he did ask.

“I’ve been.. pent up recently. I didn’t realize it was noticeable and how much it was throwing me off today.”

Now he glanced at you.

“Pent up ?”

You nodded your head and based off your reaction he got exactly what you meant.

The elevator stopped and the doors opened, you began walking out hoping to put this conversation behind you but you felt your body get pulled back at the weight of a large hand.

You look back and notice him keeping the door open and keeping a firm grip on your hand. His face dead serious but.. is that blush ?

“Let me help you.”

->

You were still trying to figure out how you wound up with Tenya, the Tenya, aka your crush, currently in your dorm and hovering over you as you sit on your bed.

“I’m sorry but you don’t have to. I didn’t expect you to say or do anything but-“

“Don’t apologize. I want to. If you’re okay with it that is ?”

You immediately nodded your head.

“I’ve actually kinda had a thing for you for a while now..” you cross your arms as if trying to hide yourself, feeling more aware and a little embarrassed.

Now that you thought about it.. was this really okay to say ? I mean you and Tenya were somewhat close different but he didn’t give your brain a chance to spiral before bending down to meet your gaze.

His stare seems intense until a soft smile makes a way to his face and his eyes soften..

“I’ve liked you too y/n. Don’t feel embarrassed, I wish I would’ve said something sooner.”

Your heart melts.. he’s too sweet. You can’t take this, your heart starts pounding the minute you realize what’s about to happen as he moves closer to you.

“Do you still want my help ?”

You nod your head again and he takes initiative. You both get comfortable as his back is pressed against your wall and your back is to his chest.

He scans your face for reassurance you’re okay and begins with soft kisses. You pause for a moment tho.. feeling a bit self conscious that you’re the only one in a shirt and underwear.

You were on the chubby side and thought if he saw any more than this he may turn you away, not that it mattered but it would break your heart.

As if he read your mind he kissed your shoulder..

“Please don’t hide yourself. When I said I liked you I meant all of you.” and he placed another kiss on your neck before sitting up and removing his shirt.

In the process you took a quick glimpse and reminded yourself to thank the universe because Tenya’s build was something a woman could DREAM about, goodness he was so fine.

“Is that better ?”

“Yeah.. thank you Tenya” and he smiled, happy to make you more comfortable, he really meant it when he said he liked all of you and he was going to show it.

->

Things got hot and heavy quick, his hand sliding down to your inner thigh as he made out with you.

If it weren’t for how pent up you were you’d keep this going but you moved his hand to your clit, earning a low frown from him that only added to your need for his touch.

He began tracing circles and teasing your clit, the gesture earning soft moans as your head fell back against his shoulder, now giving him a pretty view of your tits which he gently grabbed with his other hand.

“Talk to me sweetheart”

God the pet name too, you were melting into his touch, you didn’t want this to end.

“Want.. mm, more”

And he listened, sliding his hand up your shirt to tease your nipples while he gently inserted one and then two fingers into your soaking cunt.. his thumb now playing with your clit as he fingered you.

The stimulation was so much you couldn’t help but let out soft whines that made the tent in his pants tighten.

Fuck, you were driving him crazy.. you didn’t even know how long he was waiting for this. He’s not as innocent as he seems and he’s more than glad that he said something in that elevator.

He was taking in all of you. Your beautiful melanin, your figure, your hair, your voice, all of it. If you were a poison he’d be a deadman.

Everything about you, from the way your skin glowed in the sunlight and softened under the moon to the way your figure only added to your perfect personality and his admiration for you continued to make him fall for you. At this rate he’d be in deep, but at this moment, he could care less. He was only focused on your pleasure, he can confess these things later.

He could tell you were close and to add to your pleasure decided to whisper sweet affirmations..

“You’re perfect”

“I want you to feel good”

“You sound so pretty”

His words only added to the knot tightening in your stomach and you knew you were about to cum.

You let out a soft moan, your back slightly arching, and your body tensing.. “f-fuck, I’m gonna c-cum..”

His pace didn’t change as you reached your high, your body melting into his touch as you cried out his name and he kept his pace, making sure you were completely done.

Your chest was going up and down so fast you’d think you ran a marathon.

He gently removed his fingers and hand from your boob to just hold you.

“Feel better ?”

“Mhmmmm” you were so worn out, fighting the urge to fall asleep like this but you knew he wouldn’t mind.

He kissed your temple and held your hand, running his thumb along your knuckles and just taking in the moment.

->

“I’m glad I stopped that elevator.”

I hope this was okay for you ml, I finished a bit early !! Sorry for the delay, but im so glad you had me write for Tenya, I loved it 🩵

made by @luviisabella 🎀

[sorcerous-caress]

So fun fact about me irl I work with children but often my teacher language slips out like telling my friends to say “bye bye bus”, telling another person in my lecture writing to “be nice to the pencil, it’s your friend.” And greeting a roomful of grown as adults with good morning boys and girls. It’s mortifying but How do you think the companions would react to having a teacher!tav slip up like that.

Dealing with a Teacher Tav

[Bg3, fluff, platonic kinda, nb!reader]

[Gale, Shadowheart, Laezel, Wyll, Karlach, Astarion, Halsin, Minthara, Jaheira, Minsc]

Gale

He delightfully plays along whenever you tell him to thank a stranger or say goodbye to an inanimate object. He thinks it's very silly and joyous.

Teachers have always been a big part of his life, it doesn't phase him in the slightest when you unawarly awake the deep memories of being in wizards pre-school for him.

Says good morning to you back, adding a teacher honorific at the end for the sake of being playful while asking if you've finally graded the homework he handed in.

He gives you an apple occasionally. He thinks he is very hilarious.

Shadowheart

She freezes in awkwardness whenever it happens, not sure if you’re being serious or just playing around. Sometimes, you don't even register slipping up as go on with your day, leaving her wondering if she's imagining things.

She has zero experience with the school system, completely confused by the need to say thank you for carriage after it arrived. It's just a carriage, why should she?

One time while her and Laezel were arguing, you used the same call you'd use in the classroom to get the kids to quiet down and it completely caught them both off guard. They just stood there baffled, forgetting their original argument.

Laezel

Why, yes, she is very familiar with teachers. In fact, she was the best out of her class, ask any githyanki teacher, and they'd tell you endless praise about her throat cutting techniques and sword welding stances.

You, whoever, use very unusual teaching techniques. How would learning a song about washing your hand and brushing your teeth help her in slaying her enemies?

Intriguing, so you take advantage of the brain's tendency to latch on to phrases that rhyme, which makes them easier to remember? And you encode your melodies with instructions to embed them into the impressionable youth?

Huh. She actually is impressed. She made her decision, you will lend your teaching skills to help her embed the most effect way of fracturing someone's spine into a melody to spread to the githyanki children.

Wyll

As someone who has been an unofficial teacher for so many kids throughout his years, he can relate to your struggle a lot. He slips up more than he cares to admit.

The both of you meeting early in the morning while still groggy and tired, your brains working on automatic mods as you greet each other with the same high pitched enthusiastic voice you use to greet a toddler.

Then just stare at each other, complete understanding between the two of you. Like two people accidentally using their customer service voice in front of the other.

You struggle to tie your boots once, and he unconsciously bends down to tie them for you while using the rabbit loop euphemism, only to stop in his tracks as he realises what he's doing.

He uses a curse word once, and you immediately use your teachers voice and say, "we don't speak like that here, that's wasn't very nice."

You're both tired, you both need a nap and neither of you brings it up when the other slips.

Karlach

Much like Gale, she finds it extremely amusing. Top tier comedy to her. Unlike Gale, she hasn't been to any proper schooling system, so she doesn't exactly know what most of these phrases mean or imply.

In a way, it lets her pretend she was a part of something like a school in her youth, like she could've had a normal childhood like everyone else.

She'd indulge you, saying goodbye and thank you to the pigeon that delivered her a letter, or overhearing Wyll's rabbit loop ryhme and whispering it under her breath as she ties her own boots. Who knew this could've been so easy?

Astarion

You remind him of how Leon was with his daughter back in Cazador's manor. Astarion never was close with any of them, but still, he sometimes overheard him attempting to give his daughter a semblance of a normal childhood and growth.

It's endearing when you accidentally use your teaching ways while dealing with the owlbear cub, but he'll never admit it.

Doesn't indulge you with it, he has appearance to keep. Well, unless he has a chance to twist your innocent meaning words into a sex or gorey joke like the 12y old humour that he has.

Ah, the scrowl on your face is the exact same one Leon had around him, such fond memories.

Halsin

Ah, you bring him back to his old days of having to deal with the children at the grove. Although his methods focused more on showing them that nature is a friend rather than inanimate objects.

But who is he to judge your ways? If anything he could learn a thing or two from you to add to his skillset.

Tells you about the fables that were passed down from elf to elf throughout the generations, animal stories have always done a great part in teaching him morality.

Do you happen to have any? Maybe you could tell it to the children of the grove, they are good kids.

Minthara

As a noble, she was only given the best and most prestigious of teachers while growing up. Even the ones that weren't a drow would still be considered the best of the best, crème de la crème.

Yet not a single one of them applied such...childish methods. etiquette and discipline were taught by the lash and threat of punishment, not lullabies and gentle guidance.

....it's not as bad as she imagined.

She doesn't get why some of your companions find it amusing. She doesn't bother indulging either.

But sometimes, sometimes, when it's just the two of you, and she is sure not a single soul is around, she will reply with a pun with the most deadpan face expression you've seen.

Jaheira

Despite what most would think, she actually integrated the same methods into her teachings back when her kids were little, it just happened to be weaved with her more dangerous lifestyle ascept.

Here comes the plane, with the airplane usual holding a good dosage amount of poison to build resistance.

A short rhyme about what to check before leaving the house, except the list has a suspicious amount of daggers and trap disarm kits in it.

If it works, it works, so what if she had to alter a kid's book about a honey loving yellow bear into one with decipherable texts to teach them Harpers' secret communication language.

Minsc

Ah! Boo does use the same method on him sometimes, the two of you have a lot in common. Although Boo's methods do involve a bit of biting every now and then.

Say, how about he teaches you some fables from Rashemen, a lot of them are about a rabbit who got lost after not listening to his witch frog companion.

You could use it in your teachings later! Show the youth the importance of good teamwork. Yes, he is aware of the fact he didn't listen to Jaheira and got captured by the cult. No, he doesn't see why this is relevant? Why is Boo suddenly agreeing with you? He is supposed to be on his side.

[qoldenskies]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59551006/chapters/159614410

embeds still not working for me apparently rip. anyways here's 24! much talking is had about murder and all of it is not actually debating the ethics of murder.

FINAL STRETCH WOOHOO

[callmearcturus]

Punct has broken his internet so he's not here for me to bother with my dumb ideas so I'm just gonna share with y'all instead

AU in which Ted stays at Richmond (maybe he finally sues for a better custody agreement, that's my dream) and Trent's book is done. Ted has lunch with Trent and Keeley to discuss book promo events he's willing to show up for.

Keeley eventually pokes Trent and asks him what's up next, and Trent admits he's unsure yet, but he's assembling some pitches for another book. He's thinking of asking for an embed with West Ham for their upcoming rebuild in the wake of Mannion, but he's not sure if he wants to make team profiles his Thing. Keeley nods thoughtfully and offers some ideas. Trent's like, "I'm not in a rush just yet, my advance will keep me afloat for some time yet. I want to ensure my next position is the right now. Though Richmond has probably ruined me for whatever's next to come."

Ted realizes that this is it, after the book's out, Trent's going to leave. He might embed with another team, that's not fair. (oh no he's jealous, that's not okay, he can't be jealous, time to suppress that realization)

Ted starts asking around the club for what position would be best for Trent. Turns out they're supposed to have a press relations manager in-house but using Keeley on-contract has been okay because, as Leslie points out, "Well, Ted, you're rather skilled at handling the press, we've not needed more oversight."

Well then, Ted doesn't want to be the kind of fella who makes an important position obsolete when there's people out here who could do good work and be gainfully employed....

and what better time to prove to Leslie and Rebecca and everyone that actually he definitely needs a press handler than a book tour?

When there's a photoshoot and a print interview for huge feature with The Athletic, Ted swallows back every tactic he has, every strategy he's ever used to control press blowback, and shoves his foot so far in his mouth, the interviewer freezes for a half-second before acting SUPER casual, tacking on a few innocent leading questions.

It's a good thing they have a sharp, well-dressed, dreamy guy like Trent around to put out any fires. Gosh, isn't it funny AFC Richmond doesn't have a full-time person to handle that?

Good thing General Manager Ted Lasso noticed this gap in their staffing, huh?

[kiestrokes]

Omg so I can't stop thinking about high sex with ateez like ive been so insatiably horny everything I've smoked or had an edible I just AHHH i just want dick so bad

Stoned Sex with ATEEZ | NSFW

⌛Pairing: ATEEZ x Reader/You/Yn (vagina pov) ⌛Rating: NSFW. Mature (18+) Minors DNI. ⌛Genre: headcanon, imagine, smut. ⌛Warnings: cannabis use (obviously), in theory both parties are high, so it is mutual, everyone is consenting, established relationship vibes.

⌛Sexually Explicit Content: mentions of subspace, morning sex, rough sex, deep sex, feral (idk at this point just proceed with caution if you're just a vanilla person), rough touches, kissing, biting, cockwarming, oral (f receiving), humping, thigh fucking, surprise orgasm, orgasms.

🗝️ Note: let me know if I missed anything for the warnings, I am not really here in the realm of proof reading. Sorry, this took me a while to get to my atiny anon, hope it's enough to hold you over until you make it to a dick appt!

Disclaimers: This is a work of fiction; I do not own any of the idols depicted below. 

Park Seonghwa Hwa appears unassuming, the two of you go through the usual nightly routine but once he's got you in the bed things shift. He's a needy cat, pawing across your body, you fit snug against his hips as he rocks softly into you from behind, moaning about how soft and plush your skin is when he's like this. He doesn't want to be inside you, just nestled between your thighs from behind as his slim fingers play your clit like an instrument, stroking moans out of your body with each pluck.

Kim Hongjoong High Joong gives me feral vibes...HJ is usually so reserved. But something about the THC sends his brain into overdrive. Hongjoong can't keep his mouth off of you. It's everywhere, until it's finally exactly where you need. Between your thighs. He's rocking his hips restlessly into the end of the mattress at each squirm and thrust of you pelvis against his chin.

Jeong Yunho He is probably the most aware while high, the only thing is his grip is a little stronger than normal. Yunho basically wants to embed himself in your body. For his hands to become one with your thighs. You wake up with lovely handprints in the morning reminding you of him.

Kang Yeosang I feel like stoned sex with Yeo is going to be soft, like how Hwa talks about him being cute drunk. He's whiney and very vocally appreciative of you and your body. It's slow and maybe a little intense, missionary with you rolling on top. Yeo loses it when you press him down into the bed. He dissolves a little into subspace when he's high.

Choi San guys (non-gendered) I am so sorry but THIS man, he falls asleep before anything can actually happen. He sleepily stokes your fire, but you're left finishing the job yourself. Sorry to my San biases, I wish I felt different about this one too. He's just a sleepy man. Definitely wakes you up in the morning for some slowww, drawn out sex. He's intense from how he gazes at you to the lingering pace at which he fucks you.

Song Mingi High Mings becomes big and pliable. He's also whiney and vocal like Yeosang, but a little less articulate. Mingi wants to spoon you, which quickly escalates into something else. His hands are all over you, drifting across your body. Crushing you into his lap as he tries to bury himself in you, deeper and deeper with each thrust. The two of you fall asleep with him still inside (rip you with that uti later).

Jung Wooyoung Feral like his hyung...this guy. He can’t get enough of anything. His skin feels like it’s on fire. He wants to be melted to you. Your lips, tongue, it’s drawn-out sex because he doesn’t want it to end. You're overstimulated in the best way possible; every nerve ending is firing.

Choi Jongho Is giggly. I can just FEEL it. Jongho is laughing but also giving you that intense gaze and each touch is purposeful. You're so keyed up from the laughter and foreplay that your giddiness spills over into a quick and extreme orgasm that takes you both by surprise. Jongho has never come so quickly, and you sure as hell never have.

© COPYRIGHT 2023 by kiestrokes

All rights reserved. No portion of this work may be reproduced without written permission from the author. This includes translations.

[lurkingshan]

I've been thinking a lot about the depictions of generational trauma and parental accountability being presented in dramas lately. Since you've watched way more than me, especially outside of BLs, what are some shows that present or include parental accountability?

This is such a good question and one I have been thinking about a lot since Last Twilight episode 10 aired. Westerners often assume that because of Asian cultural norms around filial piety, parental authority, and respect for elders, we can never expect satisfying parental accountability in our Asian drama narratives. But that's not true! It's been done and done well. It’s because these values are so deeply embedded in most Asian cultures that Asian creators are the best positioned to speak on the harms they can cause, and will often embed these themes in their work.

Now, there is an important distinction to make here: the difference between what characters do, and what the story communicates. A character may choose to abide by honoring their parents at all costs, but the story can still communicate how harmful that is. A character may never apologize for something they have done wrong, but the story can still make it clear they have fucked up and hold them accountable for that via tangible consequences. Here are a few examples from bl to illustrate what I mean, and the different ways this can show up in dramas.

Bad Buddy

One of the most obvious examples of parental accountability in genre, and also a pretty full metal version of it. This entire story is about the damage Ming and Dissaya did their sons with their decades-long feud and insistence on pushing that trauma down on their children, and we got some extremely cathartic scenes of Pat and Pran telling their parents exactly what they thought about that. Of course, even though they raged at their parents, they never got the apologies they deserved (and likely never will) and still had to hide their relationship to appease their parents going forward. But that doesn't mean there was no accountability here. The entire narrative held these parents accountable by showing us how they were harming their sons, forcing them to reckon with it, and ultimately showing them settling into a form of resigned acceptance.

Until We Meet Again

This entire show is about Korn and In's reincarnated souls healing from the trauma of their tragic ending, which was brought upon by the familial pressure and rejection they experienced from their fathers. We not only saw Dean and Pharm work through this trauma and forge new bonds with family members, we saw the direct aftermath of their first deaths, the despair and regret their families felt, and the ceremony that tied their souls together as a result. It's big karmic accountability on a grand scale, and the show never flinched from letting us see exactly how much harm was caused by these parents, or how the tenets of filial piety resulted in Korn's despair that he couldn't be what his father wanted. Even more crucially, we were shown, not just told, the counterpoint impact of good parenting, when Dean and Pharm were accepted by their families in their second life.

Blueming

A rare example of an Asian parent being called to the carpet, feeling the wrongness of their actions, and actually apologizing for it. This does in fact happen in drama! Si Won's mom raised him to hate himself, to be ashamed of his body, to fake his way through life so people would like him, and boy did it do a lot of damage. The story showed us how this affected Si Won and his relationships deeply, and brought him to the point where it finally burst out of him. And his mom, to her credit, was dismayed to understand what she had done to her son. This show also gets bonus points for Da Un standing up to his own mother after she interferes in the film contest.

Bed Friend

Uea's mother's sins against him are numerous, and I will not go into them all in detail to spare my own sanity. She is an abusive parent so horrific that she can never be forgiven, and doesn't need to be. An apology from her would be utterly meaningless. Instead, the drama holds her to account via showing us what she's done to Uea and the work he has to do to heal from the trauma she caused, and ultimately having her son cut her out of his life. It's the biggest consequence she can ever face for her choices and that Uea finds the courage to do it is the story's biggest triumph.

What Did You Eat Yesterday?

On the subtler end of the scale, we have our beloved KNT, which weaves parental accountability through its story in the long, slow journey for Shiro's mother to accept who he is and the partner he has chosen in life. What I love most about this particular depiction is that it's not at all linear in nature. We see her make strides by finally acknowledging Kenji and inviting him to her home, and then backtrack by rescinding the offer due to her own discomfort, and then include him in her family planning to ensure he will be cared for after her death. She’s homophobic and traditional, but she loves her son and sees how much happier he is with Kenji in his life. She is constantly reckoning with that tension. And Shiro and Kenji, being of an older generation themselves, don't hold it against her, even as the show makes sure we understand how much it hurts them. They are not okay with it, but they do understand why she's like this, so they take what she can give and forgive the rest. It's a really touching portrayal of this kind of impasse in a family.

Moonlight Chicken

There are several different vectors of parental accountability in MLC. There is Heart confronting his parents over their neglect and abuse and finally demanding to be treated with dignity. There is Li Ming directly calling out his mother for how her life choices have affected him. And there is Li Ming and his surrogate dad, Jim, working out their issues so that they can communicate better, and so that Jim can learn to stop pushing his own fears and anxiety down onto the next generation. All of it handled with deftness, with care, and with clear purpose to examine the ways intergenerational trauma can perpetuate in the absence of accountability.

[wavesoutbeingtossed]

I just want to talk about how incredible the funeral skit is in the middle of the video, not just for being such a funny piece of satire but also for how it speaks to the commentary about Taylor's life AND maybe even her own rejection of it.

(jump ahead to 2:16 if you want... Sorry I couldn't get the timestamp to work in the embed.)

I know people have talked about the video as a whole and how it’s laying Taylor’s demons and struggles and insecurities bare in such a brutally honest way. And the “daughter-in-law kills me for the money” bit was so interesting, like a nod to thinking that she has this grand, over the top life and in the end she’s reduced to another body disposed of at the hands of greed.

But the daughter-in-law in the video makes me pause because when you think about it, "Kimber" kind of embodies all the things Taylor is satirizing in the video (and song), and all the things she’s been accused of and/or feels insecure about. The fake emotion and tears in front of the phone camera (your pain is manipulative). The unfathomable wealth and hoarding it for access and notoriety rather than philanthropy (greedy capitalist exploiting fans and ruining *insert thing here*). The image-obsessed princess belying a conniving schemer who will take anyone down (the ice queen crushing her competition). A woman being accused of taking down another woman (not a girl’s girl). Perpetually planting Easter eggs to convey REAL meaning (her life is a game devoid of true experience). Which, of course, I'm sure was by design.

It also feels like an example of what she later writes about in Clara Bow. Video-Taylor, particularly in the skit, is reduced to an idea, an avatar of everything people project onto her. Her imaginary daughter-in-law perpetuates this, using Taylor’s death as clout for whatever her scheme is. (Apparently, the beach house is lit.) She doesn't care about Taylor the Person, she cares about Taylor the Celebrity, Taylor the Billionaire, Taylor the Idea, Taylor the Billboard. Dead!Taylor's final wish is to turn the house into a cat sanctuary, and Kimber loses her shit because it doesn't benefit her. It's a joke, obviously, but it's also an example of her very own imaginary family seeing her as a caricature. She's there to bankroll their lifestyles and vanity projects, but they seem to have little regard for her own wishes. She's cast aside and forgotten as soon as she is no longer useful to them. (To the point where her own family member may have even offed her in the ultimate act of taking advantage of her. They've got edge, she never did.)

It’s fascinating how Video-Taylor is an interloper in all this, peeking through the casket, an audience member in her own life. She’s watching the way others see her, even if these others are supposed to be family and of all people should recognize her humanity and not her celebrity. One of her own children is even recording this private moment to mine for content in the media and building a (flop?) empire of his own off her back. It's striking to me, particularly after the bts clip where she explains Anti-Hero where she says that she struggles with not feeling like a person sometimes and I think there's an easy connection to make between that kind of dissociation and her audience-member view of her life in the skit. She watches on in horror as her own family devolves into total anarchy, fighting over money and fame and selfishness, wreaking havoc and causing pandemonium in their wake, as though she were the root of all this chaos. To quote another Midnights song, that's a real fucking legacy to leave-- but is it actually the one she's leaving?

It’s also interesting to me that the skit cuts immediately to Taylor then sitting dejectedly on the roof of the house, lonely and frustrated and depressed at once again being on the periphery of life, when all of a sudden Party!Taylor (Evil!Taylor? PopStar!Taylor?) pops up. It’s like watching someone struggle with different sides of herself in real time: the “normal” girl who’s unhappy and alone, and the “fun” girl who wants to sparkle in her hot pants and party the night away. Is it that Sad!Taylor is sitting there, fathoming what her life is going to be like if she continues to follow the path she’s on, when Party!Taylor shows up to throw a wrench in those plans and pull her out in spite of herself? And then of course Giant!Taylor rocks up at the end, the monster on the hill who isn’t all that scary after all even if she takes up so much space. Ultimately, she just wants a friend, too.

(ETA: I realize in the context of the video, Party!Taylor may also be IntrusiveThoughts!Taylor, given the previous scenes with “everyone will betray you” and the scale and the binge drinking etc. Anyway I know it’s layered.)

It ends on an, if not happy or hopeful, then at least content note? Because Sad!Taylor and Party!Taylor aren't scared of Giant!Taylor. They're happy to see her! They invite her over for their rooftop hang! They all get each other and share their vices! It's like she's saying: these are all of me and I am them, and they're all what makes me me.

There's a lot to be said about the symbolism of the video at large and specifically the skit, and though this maybe isn't even all that fair, with the benefit of hindsight, it's such a fascinating look into where her mind might have been at the time. Why does she imagine her kids as vapid and shallow and money- and image-obsessed who don't particularly seem to care for her? Why does she imagine her actions being the ones to tear her family apart, as awful as its members are? Why does she imagine she's going to be viewed as spiteful? (And finally: it is curious to me that there's no husband/father in this skit. I know why-- it was a song about her and her career and she probably didn't want to wade into that discourse or invite discussion about her partner, real or imagined-- but it is interesting how everything in the video is Mom Mom Mom. Even if Dad is already dearly or long-since departed, he doesn't seem to be much of a factor in any of this.)

The answer to much of this I suppose is that in the end, this is all fictional, in that it's her imagination (whether from an actual nightmare or a scenario she creates in her writing), and as she says in the BTS clip, she feels that as a person she needs to come to terms with all the things she doesn't like about herself to be able to exist in the world, and these were the things she might have feared about herself. It's incredibly sad that these are even passing thoughts, though on the flip side it's very brave of her to not only voice them, but turn them into art that is supremely entertaining. And in the end, at least for Video-Taylor, she's able to reconcile all of this a little bit as part of, but not all of her. Because she's not condoning the vipers in her own family; the fact that she leaves them out of the will can be seen in a way as a rebuke of their selfishness (and the perception of her own). She leaves the scene when they cause a riot because she's sick of this shit. In the end, she just wants to be a person.

[recurringwriter]

Twenty Questions for Fic Writers

tagged by @demial4! thanks for thinking of me! went with this blog since it's the more main one aksdjgh

1) how many works do you have on ao3?

sitting at 109! i never saw that one coming, i'll be real

2) what's your total ao3 word count?

961,632!!!!!!! my goal is to get to 1 million words this year, should be doable [imagine a super flustered blushing emoji here]. i just need to work on any of the longfics i'm stuck in the middle of.

3) what are your top five fics by kudos?

this is why i chose this blog--it's all f/ire /emblem:

say it with swords - felix/sylain/bernadetta/annette this diminuendo only gets obscene - rodrigue/manuela (my best series) i know i never make this easy - arospec felix coming out to rodrigue is it bad enough to call it off - i think this is the rodrigue & annette fic Hate to let you down - this whopper is my first fic. the Eh-U

4) what fandoms do you write for?

mainly 🔥emb/lem and i'm now expanding into the finalled fantasy, which is a series i've never played myself. but i'm greatly enjoying learning about it! i also have 1 monster hunter fic and i'd love to write some weird crossover stuff for old book series no one has ever heard of.

5) do you respond to comments? why or why not?

i try!!! but sometimes i am overcome and don't know what to say, and then put it off, and then feel silly to answer months later and so i never do. trust me it haunts me. i'm always so grateful for comments.

6) what's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

it was whatever doesn't make me stronger kills me which i hated for a long time (it's not bad just not to my taste). very ambiguous what happens to sylvain in that one. but then i added a chapter because my beloved fave band released a new album. i still have to add an end proper. since then it's probably anything in the divorce au where i explained the absence of felix's mom. SORRY i just remembered I love you, sincerely, yours truly, yours truly. weird time travel sci-fi sylvain/ingrid.

7) what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

this is really hard because i like open endings that don't feel like endings, or softly happy endings, so they all feel 'quieter' than i might imagine most happy ends. but nothing is like it was, there's nobody here but us (eh-u, rodrigue introducing felix to manuela) is really positive. then there's Rodfic #50: Something in Which to Believe, which i wrote to cheer myself up. rodrigue/reader.

8) do you get hate on fics?

i had the ghost of anne rice comment on a fic but otherwise people have been extremely nice! i'm very grateful.

9) do you write smut?

😏 i actually was writing smut when i was tagged in this

10) do you write crossovers?

yessss i love crossovers!!!! i don't typically do very long ones, they're sort of like the pilot episode of a longer series that never gets aired. but i thoroughly enjoy them.

11) have you ever had a fic stolen?

okay so i don't Believe it was stolen. but i was browsing tags and saw something with Extremely Similar concept to one of my fics and was like. the likelihood that this is stolen is So Low because my fic has under 90 hits. but i was Shocked when i read it.

12) have you ever had a fic translated?

not at this point!

13) have you ever cowritten a fic before?

sort of! i have two co-written fics in progress both are smut and very often share as i write with a friend or friends!

14) what's your all time favourite ship?

suuper hard question because i throw any characters i can into the brig together to see what happens. but probably Rodriguela has the highest spot for being the first one i acted insane about.

15) what's the wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

i'm sort of doubtful i'll ever finish wildfire just because it keeps growing. but i'd love to. my felicity-adopts-sephiroth au has also hit an unfortunate wall and i lost all momentum, but i would really like to finish that one.

16) what are your writing strengths?

i have a huge ego so we could be here all day. dialogue, fight scenes, humour are my favourites though.

17) what are your writing weaknesses?

describing um. clothing. aaaaaaaaaaaa or deciding what characters should eat. don't make me!!! go read a redwall or something if you want food

18) thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

i'd probably say 'he said in french that they should go see the hockey match' rather than write out the actual phrase. but if it were something simple i might take a crack at it. i've used fictional words in wildfire now.

19) first fandom you wrote for?

f/ire e/mblem again. it was the pandemic, i'd just gotten through claude's route, and felix was so silly. so i started the eh-u

20) favourite fic you've ever written?

this is impossible to answer because i love so many. but here's my first curling fic: steal of two

i'll tag @omgkalyppso @umbralstars @lumeha

[crimsoncold]

Just me reflecting on Sansa Stark, her Show Character Arc, and how one aspect of the show that I was critical of (some of the later costume design choices for Sansa and what they meant for her character arc and what they indicate about the attitudes of the writers) in turn helped inspire my art...

So I've been working on an art piece on and off since February and it might just be my favorite portrait I've ever done-both for how it turned out and for the inspiration behind it...

Before I started this piece I was dwelling a bit on my dissatisfaction with some of D&D's handling of this character in the later seasons... and soon came about the desire to do a portrait that incorporates the intensity, strength, and resilience of Sansa Stark while still getting to embrace and maintain some of the general softness, feminity, and romanticism that characterized her appearance and personality in the book and earlier seasons of the show...

It always seemed shitty to me that the show felt it had to squash out any traditionally feminine or more girly aspects of her appearance and personality to show that she should be taken seriously as a character

....As though these aspects are some sort of flaw Sansa had surpassed and that erasing her "softer" traits is some powerful cumulation or amazing visual cue for her character arc.... "Look she dresses all in black... she doesn't need or trust anyone...she put away all her childish dreams and hopes...doesn't she finally seem like a real stark....isnt she now so gritty and impressive - isn't this the best sort of ending/arc for Sansa!"

In reality this trope is lazy, over done, and reeks of underlying misogyny (Sansa was hardly the only character to get- or suffer from- this visual treatment in the later seasons of Game of Thronew but I'd argue that for her this choice was distinctly disappointing and had some important consequences/implications for her character arc)

Sansa’s biggest strength should have always remained her ability to maintain her kindness and compassion despite the horrors and mistreatment she experienced... and a satisfying arc should have involved her having the ability to demonstrate both her natural empathy and the burgeoning ability to apply said compassion in a more careful and considered manner which would live up to the values of her parents/family and ensure that the north (after experiencing such immense betrayal chaos and hardship) once again thrives under a just and fair ruler.

So I wanted to make a portrait of that would embody the sort of ending/arc (and be the sort of tribute) I think she deserves... (that the unfinished book series has not provided and that she certainly did not get in the tv series)

Looking at the core of this character and the ways the writing/narrative of the show ultimately let her and the audience down I have the following thoughts...

Sansa is strong enough to face and outlast every villain who targeted her family and tried to manipulate and use her as a child...

....Fierce enough to rally support to reclaim her ancestral home and land

... determined enough to hold Winterfell and the North's independence against any invader that wished to subjugate them...

....who- in a manner deserving far more praise than it gets-kept her integrity compassion even when at her most powerless and vulnerable...

... whose love of stories and songs or even beautiful dresses is not something that deserved erasure or ridicule

...who had hopes and dreams about family, marriage, motherhood, and being reunited with her siblings that despite how hard life - and the showrunners- tried to stomp out of her actually deserved to evolve into something grounded and real ... (fulfilled in winterfell with a worthy partner rather than being abandoned entirely as she is left isolated in the north without any of her surviving kin).

The sort of ending I want for the QITN is one celebrating her survival, her resilience, and strength of character... as well as rejoicing and still embracing who she is as a person... including her more traditional and feminin interests/hobbies/appearance, her hopes and dreams for her future and family, and her inherently compassionate nature (which is a strength all on its own).

Ned Stark's daughter, the blood of Winterfell, who will rule the north with the reverent support of her people, with an incredible mix of ferocity in the face of adversity and compassion in the face of need, who will not stand idly by and let vultures pick away at her remaining family, (or fall for any of the bullshit spewed out from an invading conquerer and their yes men advisors)...

...all the while she should still get to eat lemoncakes, sew, listen to stories, sing songs, experience love and family with her siblings and one day through her marriage and children, while she still gets to wear whatever fucking beautiful dress she wants 💙

And while this portrait may not cover every aspect of her ending that I hope she gets in the books and wished she got in the show- i'll save those aspects for my other sansa (or jonsa) centric art pieces- I am satisfied that it managed to captured some of her determination and strength while also presenting her in a way that does not judge or erase her more feminine characteristics.

Now For anyone who decided to read through my very rambly thoughts thank you and have a little glimpse at what the ongoing process has been like for this portrait as a treat...

- Crimson Cold

[stickandthorn]

Finally finished Arcane and tbh cannot say I super liked the second season. There were some good parts and I understand those who did like it, but thematically it just did not hit for me. The very first episode of the show embeds class struggle as one of it’s core themes, opening by showing the devastation of the Enforcers when the Zaunites tried to cross the bridge. The entire plot of the show is kicked off by a robbery founded on necessity because the elite class of Piltover neglected and abused the undercity. The entire first season was based off of class warfare and the tragedy of dire circumstances and the cycle of violence.

And yet this new season ends with the status quo being upheld and no real change being made. Zaun gets… added to the council. One of the main villains at the end is the only undercity character we see work his way up to Piltover who was constantly sidelined every time he tried to help the place he came from. And he’s saved by the love of the rich council boy. Indeed, Vi, a character to whom class struggle is also foundational, has her happy ending with the rich nepo baby ex-cop and former dictator. The rich interpersonal story about class and systemic oppression is hastily restructured to be an epic magic battle where the good guys win and also the good guys all happen to overall align with protecting the oppressive status quo (with only minor changes. Zaun has a seat at the table now. See? We aren’t going to address how badly they were fucked over before. Or how it’s a 1 to however many other councilors there are now ratio in terms of vote. Or how no one who did bad things in power before the events of the show were actually removed. Or anything even approaching that). The cycle of violence is broken because those little fuckers in our oppressed class finally learned to stop punching back, and in return we let them participate a little more in the system that oppresses them.

Also in terms of arcs, I feel like the show lost focus on the interpersonal drama that drew me in in the first place. Now that’s just more personal taste than anything, but in the first season it felt like every single action was part of a domino effect that began in the first episode and leaves a wave of tragedy in its wake, whereas the second season feels like they keep throwing in new elements and complicating the story and giving the beats of character growth and changing dynamics to room to breathe. And I had no grasp on the stakes when characters can die and come back or mysteriously survive what looked like a fatal attack at a moment’s notice without much rhyme or reason. But that’s just me.

overalll… idk I miss season one.

[you-wanna-save-the-corn-nuts]

Hey guys wanna see my Van playlist? OF COURSE YOU DO.

do you want an explanation of every song and why its there? ITS UNDER THE CUT

The Wolf (The Crane Wives) - I relate to this song and therefore Van does too because its my playlist and my blorbo and I can project however I want. This one is a little more Adult VanCore in that adult Van thinks she sucks and she's a bad omen.

Little Soldiers (The Crane Wives) - Again, more Adult Van coded. Probably post rescue TaiVan coded. The duality of this playlist.

Fast Car (Tracy Chapman) - A song very commonly attributed to Van. about Tai. Bro they just wanna get out of there. its very ✨new york city pretzelscore✨

Bitter Medicine (The Crane Wives) - Its just the vibes. I dont have the words. its just. smth abt van surpressing things. like. emotions. and how you want to leave the wilderness.

Partner in Crime (Madilyn Mei) - "I was never meant to win" sounds like something someone who cheated death would say. btw. girl has a lot of survivors guilt.

No Return (Yj soundtrack) - Do I even need to say anything. if you dont know why this is here, why are you here?

Linger (The Cranberries) - THEY FINALLY GOT PRETZELS AND A STUPID CARRIDGE RIDE I AM GOING TO CRY I LOVE THEM ITS NOT FUCKING FAIR

Metaphor (The Crane Wives) - Its just. ugh. its so van-rigging-the-deck-coded "you can't trust a single thing i say" like okay you go girl. you go with your deck rigging guilt. ugh. they make me sick.

A Match Into Water (Pierce the Veil) - Well its about someone dying of cancer....so....also. "How does it feel? How does it feel well it feels like I'm on fire" its also. survivors guilt.

Not Strong Enough (boygenius + several artists) - Always an angel never a god? okay. idfk its just emotional let me liv. holy shit that wasnt even intentional i just typed it like that okay-

Nunemaker's Parable (Everybody's about Owen) - IVE TALKED ABT IT BEFORE. ITS JUST. SO YJ CODED. THERE ISNT WORDS FOR IT JUST. JUST LISTEN TO IT TRUST ME.

Climbing Up the Walls (Radiohead) - If you dont remember where this is from immediately are you even a YJ fan (/lh). SNACKIE TAYLOR CANNIBALISM SCENE-

Hunger (Florence + The Machine) - I've also talked abt this a million times. Hunger? Starving literally and emotionally? Wanting things you cant have???

Dream Girl Evil (Florence + The Machine) - a) this was literally written for yellowjackets. ofc its yj coded. b) also you could argue its breakup taivan coded :////

Free (Florence + The Machine) - REMEMBER IN THE ADULT TIMELINE WHEN TAIVAN WAS SEMI HAPPY AND THE SURVIVORS WERE ALL JUST DANCING AROUND EXPERIENCING JOY AND WHIMSY??? HELLO??

Exit Music (For A Film) (Radiohead) - ........................*increasingly loud sobs*

Star Witness (Neko Case) - actually yoinked from liv's s3 van playlist!!! and goddamnit it works so well. thankyou liv. god. why is it perfect.

Gylcerine - Remastered (Bush) - TAIVAN ISNT DEAD THEYRE FINE THEYRE FINE THEYRE FINE. Its literally there song what can i say.

Drumming Song (Florence + The Machine) - something abt losing yourself and shit idfk. also the vibes are just there.

All I Need (Radiohead) - radiohead was made for taivan and its a radiohead love song. need i say anymore. also something about my doomed gays coming back together to create doomed^2 and everything goes so horribly wrong but hey, at least they were together again.

The Mystery of Love (Marianne Faithfull, PJ Harvey) - "taivan will make it through the season" i says. i was then shot 57 times. (BUT IN ALL SERIOUSNESS IYKYK OKAY IM DYING)

idfk what it is but radiohead and florence + the machine was MADE for van okay. just. TRUST ME BRO.

[harleychick91]

New SuperCorp One-Shot

Stand By You (rated M)

Summary: After killing Lex and finding out who Kara really is, Lena confronts the woman who has been lying to her for their entire friendship. Actions speak louder than words when Lena finds herself watching The Luthor cabin burn.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60242617

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Stand By You

Kara Danvers is Supergirl. Lex’s words kept playing like a twisted montra as I wrapped his body in a carpet and shoved him in the deep freezer used for meat. Closing the lid, I rolled my shoulders. Thankfully you chose The Luthor cabin for this little ambush. I’ll have to come back and deal with you later. At least no one besides Supergirl and I know about this place. My blood boiled. At least Kara doesn't know the actual location.

Cleaning myself up, I locked the cabin and leaned against the front door. I was supposed to be at J’onn’s 20 minutes ago. Every single one of them has lied to me. I don’t know what I’m going to do so I need to play the part of Kara’s best friend. Using Lex’s watch, I opened a portal to his wine cellar. Taking a bottle of red and white, I made my way to J’onn’s.

Knocking, I waited. “Hey, we were getting worried,” Alex smiled. “Come in.”

“I wasn’t sure what to bring so I brought white and red.” I scanned the group. The seat next to Kara was empty and waiting for me.

Taking the bag, Alex laughed. “Both will be drank by the end of the night.”

“Good,” I tried to smile. I had every intention of staying in my seathing mood until I saw Kara smile. Damn the effect this woman has on me.

“Hey! You’re finally here!” Jumping to her feet, the Super came to wrap me in a hug. “J’onn wants to change up the teams.” When I didn’t reciprocate the embrace, Kara leaned back, a crease deepening between her brows.

“Can we talk outside?” Turning on my heel, I started towards the door.

“Sure. Start picking pairs. We’ll be back,” Kara said before following me.

Once outside, I walked a few yards away from the house so no one would be able to overhear us. Turning towards the worried blonde, I folded my arms. “Were you ever going to tell me?”

“Tell you what?” Kara’s brow creased.

“I know the truth,” I hissed, taking a step into the woman’s personal space. “I know who you really are.”

Realization flashed across the woman’s face. Unable to meet my gaze any longer, Kara looked away. “I’ve wanted to. For so long…” She mumbled, ashamed.

“Damn it, Kara!” I growled, throwing my hands in the air. Pinching the bridge of my nose, I turned to walk away.

“Don’t leave.” Wrapping her arms around me, Kara kept me still. “Please.”

“Why should I?” The tension between my shoulders began to release, feeling the woman’s warmth.

Resting her forehead on my back, she murmured, “W-why do you smell like gunpowder?”

“Because,” I turned, “I shot Lex twice in the chest and made sure he was dead to protect you.” I jabbed Kara twice in the chest to make my point. “I killed my brother to protect you and our friends. None of you would have been safe with him alive,” my voice cracked. “I felt the weight of the gun in my hand and I forced myself to pull the trigger.” Tears stung my eyes but I refused to shed them.

“Lena…” Her face fell.

“Protection you don’t even need,” I spat. My throat ached.

“I’m sorry you found out this way. Nothing I say will help how you feel right now. I’m sorry you felt the need to kill Lex,” she paused, head falling forward. “There’s nothing I can do to fix this.”

“No, there’s not.” I folded my arms once more. “You lied to me for our entire friendship. You made me believe in people again. I didn’t want to make friends or care about people again because I always get hurt. I tried to fight it but you made it through my armor with your earnestness and talk of friendship.”

“I know I did,” Kara’s voice shook. “And I will forever be sorry for lying to you. For hurting you like everyone else.” Glancing back at the house, she stepped closer. “Does anyone know about Lex?”

“No, only us,” I smirked. “Why? Are you-,”

“Good. It'll stay that way.” My arms fell at Kara’s tone. “I’m not letting you go to prison.”

“Mutual distraction? How fitting,” I scoffed.

“No,” she shook her head. “Because I care about you. I know that rings hollow right now but I do.” She’s serious. There’s not an ounce of her that’s second guessing her choices. “Where is he?”

“Why?” My eyes narrowed.

“If he’s found, your prints and DNA will be found at the scene no matter how well you cleaned.”

Who is this woman? She looks like Kara Danvers but this is not the Kara I know. “He’s currently in a secure location.”

“Good,” she nodded. “If we leave now, Alex and J’onn will ask questions.”

“Not if I say I need you to stay with me. That all of the Lex stuff has built up and I need a night with my best friend.”

Kara winced at my tone. “I deserve that one,” she bit her lip. “But yes, that would work.”

“Let’s go tell them then,” sliding my arm through Kara’s, I led her back inside.

“Is everything okay?” Alex asked, sipping her wine.

“Not really. I’m not feeling a game night. Everything with Lex has finally built up and I need a night. Do you mind if I steal Kara? I said she didn't need to come home with me but…” I smiled at the blonde. “You know how she is.”

“Never wants to leave a person in need alone?” Alex offered. “Yeah, I know.”

”Exactly,” I chuckled.

“I hope you feel better soon,” J’onn nodded. “Get some rest.”

“I will, thank you for understanding.”

“Bye guys,” Kara waved.

The ride to my condo was in a heavy silence. I could feel Kara glance at me from the corner of her eye every so often. “Say it.”

“It doesn’t matter how many times I say it,” Kara clenched her fists. “You won’t believe me. Not yet,” she added in a whisper.

Entering the condo, I gathered clothes for both of us. “Put these on. I know those are your favorite jeans and you just got that top.” Why am I being nice to her? She lied to me our entire friendship.

“Thanks. I’ll change in the bathroom and then I can fly us to wherever Lex is.”

Something tugged at my heart seeing Kara walking away like a puppy who just got yelled at. She’s not turning me in. Hell, she’s helping me stay out of prison. Using her super speed, she was back quickly. “Ready to go?” I asked, pulling out Lex’s watch.

Catching my change of tone, Kara eyed me. “Yeah, let’s go.” Opening a portal, I allowed her to go through first.

Looking around the dark cabin, Kara shivered seeing the blood soaked computer chair. Pictures of Kara using her powers were still on the screen. “Is it safe to assume you’re not okay with me just torching the entire cabin?”

“If we can burn it down and put out the fire without anyone finding out, I’d be fine with it. This place has too many memories for my liking.”

“We need to get rid of the body first. Then deal with the rest.”

She’s truly all in for this. “Basement freezer. It was used for the game Lionel and Lex would kill on their trips.”

Leading the woman downstairs, I pulled the chain illuminating the room. “He’s in here.” Opening the freezer, Kara cringed seeing the rug. I feel like I’m tainting her. She’s seen a dead body before. “Your heat vision should take care of him and the house.”

Nodding slowly, she bit her lip. “Will you…will you turn away? I know you and Lex didn’t get along when you were adults but this isn’t something I want you to see.” Turning my back towards the woman. I felt heat wafting from the freezer as Lex’s body burned. “It’ll take a few minutes.”

My stomach rolled, smelling his burning body. “I’ll be put off of BBQ for a while,” I muttered. I forgot that the average human smells like pork because of the fatty tissue. I shuddered.

“Same,” she agreed.

Once his body was nothing but ash, we went back upstairs to destroy the computer equipment and burn anything that clearly had blood on it. As Kara used her heat vision, I took a fire poker and destroyed the computers. Now I see why rage rooms are such a hit.

Standing outside of the house, we watched as it burned. Eyeing the blonde, I couldn’t help but notice the changes in her demeanor. Maybe she’s not as much of a straight arrow as I believed her to be. She’s breaking God knows how many laws right now. Maybe we’re more alike than I thought. “Thank you.”

All she did was nod. “I made sure it will look like faulty wiring. Something that will be an easy case for the police to close.”

“Never speak of this again?” I held out my hand.

“Never again,” Kara shook it.

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[chasingimperfections]

I believe introductions are in order here...

Hey, y'all! Nice to meet ya. I'm a snzfucker (and a lover of parenthetical phrases) who cannot induce to save her life, and i'm only just now realizing that I can contribute to the community with my writings! So, uh...I'm gonna do that.

Ultimately, I'd love to make some friends with shared interests; the friendships I've had with other fetishists have been quite meaningful to me, and so I'd love to connect with the community more! (Especially if we share other things in common, as well; shared kinks are definitely neat, but if we're also part of the same fandom or have similar special interests?? We might just be friends for life if we play our cards right)

Also, if any of y'all happen to enjoy my writing and want to commission me, please don't hesitate to reach out! I write everything from fluff to smut to full-on episodic narratives, and I'd love to work with you to bring your visions to life.

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Name: uhhhhh let's go with Ven

Age: 29

Pronouns: she/they

Main fandoms: f/g/o, h/s/r, final/fan/tasy, ace/atto/rney, fire/emb/lem (one of these days I'm gonna learn the proper way to obscure fandom names, but it is not today)

Parts of the fetish I love: rapid fits, blessing, varying sounds (we love sneezers with range, ngl), inducing (natural sneezes are lovely, but intentionally giving the gift of a sneeze? bless you), actually enjoying it (moaning while sneezing is fine, but laughing while sneezing is *elite*)

Parts of the fetish I love less: contagion, coughing (can be a trigger unfortunately), snot (honestly, I'm understanding the appeal more and more), nose blowing (tragic, I know, and not likely to change soon)

Other kinks: midriffs (specifically belly buttons), omo (general p!ss kink, really), probably a furry (definitely a kemonomimi)

Soft limits: excessive saliva, cnc (I get the appeal, but it can still be super triggering) emeto (it is a debilitating phobia and an odd, adrenaline-inducing fascination in equal measure, and life was honestly simpler when it was just traumatic, but my brain just *had* to go "hmmm what if you applied the 'I want to know what you sound like' aspect of your main kink to this thing that absolutely terrifies you? (this is also why coughing is on my "ehhhh I'd rather not" list))

Hard limits: scat, degradation, raceplay, anything to do with blood

Open to DMs: Yes! But relatively sfw pls (if you're commissioning me, we can get into more of the nsfw details after the initial introductions + if'n you wanna connect, let's connect platonically first!!)

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Adagio in Green: Panacea (Rottmnt)

At My Worst (Rottmnt)

by touch, by sight (Rottmnt)

Built to Kill, Sworn to Protect (Rottmnt)

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Within Ourselves (TMNT 2012)

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Adagio in Green: Panacea: Chapter 1: Recall

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The Neon Void: Chapter 4: Radio City

Reputation Precedes: Chapter 2: The Turtles Torture A College Student

Reciprocity: Chapter 1: Never Getting Out of Here

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