#also fair warning i Will be reblogging this many times i am very desperate

[cloudbends]

for college reasons, if anyone has any ideas/recommendations for art or media that have to do with themes of communication, technology, human consciousness/subconsciousness, connectivity and network culture, fracturing of the self and society etc. that is NOT serial experiments lain. please please PLEASE send it my way. Can be of any medium.

[angel-anoetic]

*pops out of the void with a sharp thwack* Hey. Your writing is awesome and I'm trying desperately to ignore cannon right now. Could you do something with Foolish and Reader is the leader of this tribe who needed a place to live and is also very practical and when he's douting the point of his builds they're like "Of course they have a point we live here. ... And they bring you joy." And it's all very fluffy with Reader kicking Foolish's insecurities in the face? Thanks *drops into the void*

*waves* ayup! i love this and i will do my best to deliver! this request has so much energy, i love it. i think there will be implied feelings, but in general you can see this as plat or rom. thanks for the request!! *hunches over the computer for next three hours*

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c!Foolish x gn!Reader - Savior

genre: /plat or /rom

warnings: none! (let me know if i missed something)

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You had guided your people for nearly three weeks. The desert stretched farther than some of them ever could have imagined. With each passing day, it became harder to feed them, provide them water, and offer reassurance that new land would be waiting for them come the next few days.

It was about 3 o'clock in the afternoon of the twenty-second day when you and your guards stumbled upon a man while looking for food or water. Well, man wouldn't be the right word to describe the one who stood before you. His eyes gleamed like that of emeralds, and he stood much taller and larger than anyone could really tell. His skin carried streaks of gold, and he had gills placed strategically around him. He carried a trident, which he proudly held up against you and your guardsmen.

"Who are you, and why are you so far out here?" He barked, the trident in his hands facing you headfirst.

Your guardsmen placed their weapons at stand-by towards him, ready to strike at a moment's notice.

You signaled them to stand down, then faced the person standing in front of you.

"I am Y/N, leader of the Trainquales. We do not mean to disturb you nor your land, we are simply searching for a new home, a place we can settle for a time. Who are you, stranger?"

He lowered his weapon, still gripping it tightly. "I am Foolish, Totem of Undying and...other titles. Excuse my aggression, I was caught off guard. It's not often I see people out here."

You chuckled and opened your arms. "Still, my apology stands. It has been so long since we've seen another face, especially like one of yourself. I ask you to follow us, so you may see my people, and join us tonight as we rest."

At this, he began to relax, the grip around his weapon loosening. He looked behind him, then past you. He nodded, the only confirmation you needed.

You began to walk back towards your people, guards the following suit, as Foolish stayed behind the crowd.

"You know, it would be nice to get to know you better. I am one or words rather than action, and I feel we have started on the wrong foot."

For a minute there was silence, then a heavy presence stood next to you.

"Thank you. Now, tell me, how long have you lived out here, alone?"

"Since as far back as I remember. To be fair, I have been around a long time. I'd say beyond 200 years, for sure. How long have you lead your people?"

"I could say the same as you. Except I barely took my position about 11 years ago, not long for someone like my people, but long enough to establish ourselves."

As you crossed the final hill, your people came into view. The burgundy tents glowed as the lanterns adorned them. Your people were like a rumble among the silence of the desert. Some stood around chatting, the mothers sat with the elders and listened to long told stories as children ran around chasing one another. Others were sat around a large campfire, enjoying a small meal, whatever could be spared. Laughing, whispers, giggles fill the cool night air.

You looked over to Foolish who was absolutely entrapped at the scene before him, his eyes glowing.

The night followed, with Foolish enjoying the nightlife of your people. He listened diligently to the stories and laughed along with the elders, even going as far as to play a game of tag with the children. The older kids followed him around, hoping for the chance to hold the trident.

As it came to an end with everyone heading to bed, you stood tall observing your people rest.

Foolish stood next to you, scanning the area.

"You mentioned earlier that you and your people were looking for a place to stay."

"Yes..."

"I think I can help."

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The next day Foolish led you and your people to what he had told you was his summer home. He told you that he could help you and your people, offering shelter and the resources to help them establish themselves. What you hadn't expected was for there to be enough buildings for every family to have their own home.

There were some pre-established fields and in another section, the area was already cleared for new fields to be placed.

As everyone swarmed to pick a home for themselves you watched in amazement. This was exactly what you had been searching for, exactly what you had promised for them.

Foolish appeared by your side and you looked over to him. You placed a hand on his shoulder and squeezed gently.

"Thank you so much. You really have no idea what this really means for us."

He smiled but the look he held within his eyes told you his feelings were indifferent.

"What's wrong?"

"I...I just fear that something like this is not enough. When I met you, I told you I was known by many names. One of those names...I'd rather forget. Since then, I've tried to forget and make up for what I can never take back. And these builds," He paused and looked to you, "for you and your people, I fear it's not enough."

You let out a small laugh. He looked at you, confused.

You couldn't help but let out a larger laugh.

"I am so-so sorry." You began to catch your breath and looked to Foolish who was smiling himself, still confused.

"Oh please, Foolish! You cannot be serious right now! Look at these buildings. There are so many, and they're so perfectly built that my people may finally have spaces of their own for once. You provided us fields, something we've not been able to keep since...decades ago."

A blush set over his features as he looked towards the buildings once more. They gleamed against the mid-day sun and your people rushed everywhere, settling in, tending to their new crops.

"Look, you have already done more in a night and day than I ever could have in a year. And I know you enjoy having them here. They love you, you bring joy to their hearts."

You have him a hug, which he gave back and smiled.

"Thank you."

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i hope this did your request justice!

[hoodedguitarist]

Think you can Hide from Me? Part 3

Once again, Gif aint mine I just REALLY LOVE IT. It’s one of my favorite scenes of him.

Pairing: Boba Fett x Reader

Summary: You infiltrated, the plan fell into chaos, Boba is mad at you, you’re catching feels, lots of time skips and some ANGST.

Warnings? None... Really not yet at least. Slight DinxReader if you squint. This just got a lot more feelsy and I got a whole lot more invested in this than I expected to. Which honestly seems to happen a lot to me. NO SHAME.

I really want to thank everyone who has liked, favorited, reblogged, and followed! You’re all amazing and make me feel amazing too. It means a lot to me that everyone is enjoying my writing. My inbox is open and I’ll even make a Tag List if anyone is interested!

Part 1: The Infiltrator

Part 2: The Distraction

Part 4: The Reunion

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Part 3: The Regret

You should have known that plan was going to go off the rails. What you didn’t know, however, was that Boba was going to end up being a casualty of it all as well, and by complete accident.

Sure, you’d been caught with the others, sure you’d been sentenced to death with the others… And oh yes Boba was pissed… Very pissed. You didn’t need to see his face to tell that he was because instead of riding in the barge, he was there to personally bind you and hold you on the way to the Sarlaac pit.

Standing next to Han and Luke was going to make this conversation very awkward, but it needed to be said.

“Ok… So you’re mad at me, right?” You said out loud. Both of them glanced over at you, but you felt Boba’s hand tighten around your shoulder and yank you backwards into him. “Ah!”

“Mad is an understatement, sweetheart,” his modulated voice hissed.

“Ok, that’s fair… I’m sorry I lied to you about the whole work thing. Really, I am.”

“Uh… (Y/N)?” Han questioned.

“Stay out of it Han,” you snapped quickly. “You too, Luke. Mind your business, both of you.”

The two backed off and tried their best not to pay attention to whatever you could possibly be talking about with the bounty hunter, someone they considered an enemy.

“Was fucking me a distraction too?” Boba growled. Now the boys were really trying not to pay attention.

“No, actually, that part was real,” you turned your head to look at him over your shoulder. “I was telling the truth when I said I’d wanted to do that ever since I saw you, and still do, if you’ll have me.”

“I think that was your last roll in the sheets, princess. If you manage to make it out of this alive somehow, I’ll know and I’ll find you,” he threatened.

“Hm, sounds fun,” you couldn’t stop yourself from grinning. “If you make it out of this alive, I’ll come back and find you too. Do we have a deal?”

Boba scoffed and you figured he felt pretty confident that this was it and you were going to die some horrible death inside the belly of this beast.

“Deal,” he finally answered. 

Han and Luke both cut their eyes over at you and you shrugged. “I told you two to mind your own business.”

~*~

Things had happened so fast. One minute you were about to be shoved into the pit, the next Luke is jumping around doing Jedi stuff and mildly impressing you. You didn’t have time to admire, though, because you were struggling with one of Jabba’s guards while Han and Chewie were getting into it with Boba.

Somehow, you were trying to manage not getting killed but also trying to watch Han’s back because he was still blind, and now Chewie who had been shot… But also Boba because you really didn’t want him dying on you either. It was a weird situation all around.

You struggled with the guard and managed to land a hit, but then a blaster fired out of nowhere and hit him square in the chest, knocking him backwards and into the pit. You were startled and turned to look where the shot came from, and sure enough you saw Boba’s blaster smoking. Your heart jumped into your throat and he simply nodded to you… Until he turned his sights on Luke.

You heard Chewie howl something out, heard Han get jumpy.

“Boba Fett?? Where??” He whipped around and smacked the bounty hunter right in his jetpack, which malfunctioned and sent him flying.

“Han what the hell??” You yelled over the chaos.

“I didn’t know he was right there! I can’t see!” He yelled back. You looked over the railing rather desperately, just in time to see the bounty hunter roll into the Sarlaac pit.

Well… That was a damn shame...

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Five years had passed, and the Empire was defeated. Ghosts and whispers still lingered, but the Rebellion no longer needed you. It was now the New Republic and you didn’t really have any interest in politics. You said your goodbyes to your friends, the true heroes, and went back to being on your own.

You weren’t on your own for long, however, seeing as how you got caught up in chaos with another Mandalorian. This one was different, however. He had a kid with him. You didn’t mind babysitting during the really dangerous stuff but at the same time you sort of missed the chaos. After a while, the kid wanted to be everywhere his dad was so you were able to tag along.

Being with them led you back to Tatooine, to a small place known as Mos Pelgo. You wanted to help Din get the kid back with his own kind and when they spoke of another Mandalorian in Mos Pelgo, you couldn’t help it as your heart jumped and your hopes spiked…

Especially when a ghost appeared in the doorway wearing Boba Fett’s armor.

You tensed beside Din, and he glanced at you briefly. 

“Boba…?” You questioned carefully, letting your eyes run down the person in front of you. He was tall, much more thin. There was no way…

“ ‘Fraid not, darlin’,” the ghost answered. 

First, you felt the icy cold stab of regret and loss all over again, then you felt the heat of anger bloom in you. Both you and Din were ready to throw down with the Marshal for entirely different reasons.

“Take it off,” Din ordered.

“Or I will,” your voice was a low warning, surprising all parties involved.

“I think I wouldn’t mind that,” the ghost now known as Cobb Vanth smirked at you.

“Yeah you say that now until you’ve got a knife in your back. Where the hell did you get that? And don’t say Jawas. That armor belonged to someone. Someone I knew!” You snapped. 

“I don’t know what to tell you, honey. Anything else would be a lie. I did get it from the Jawas.”

A growl slipped your lips and you took a step forward, but Din grabbed you first. In the end, everything worked out in your favor. Cobb gave up the armor in exchange for help against the Dragon that plagued Mos Pelgo. When the two of you and the child were back safely on the Razor Crest, there were several times when Din would catch you gazing at the old armor, running your fingers across it, leaning your head against the empty helm.

He even thought he saw tears…

Finally, one night, he managed to carefully edge the story out of you. It was a little difficult, but you managed well enough.

“It was just supposed to be a fling, you know? No strings attached, just to say I did it. But there was just something about him, something else that drew me to him. I wanted him to live, I tried to protect him but so many things happened that day, and so many things went wrong way too quickly…” Your voice caught in your throat, but you laughed despite yourself. “I ended up catching feelings for this fucking bounty hunter after he supposedly died.”

“It’s possible those feelings grew from guilt,” Din said calmly. “Thank you for telling me and trusting me with this. I’m sorry this is bringing you so much pain.”

“Oh they most definitely grew from guilt, but then when I saw his armor, hope grew. He had to have come out of it. He’s got to be somewhere, I just don’t know where… And I don’t know if he’ll kill me on sight, so you might want to get ready for that too.”

“(Y/N) when are we not almost killed on sight?” There was a hint of amusement to his voice, and it made you smile. “I think we can manage,” he assured you.

“Yeah… Let’s hope…”

~*~

Seeing the armor hit you hard, but being on top of that mountain with Din and Grogu and seeing Slave 1 come out of the atmosphere and into the sky really did a number on you.

“Oh shit… Oh shit…”  You muttered.

“What? Who is that?” Din looked over at you.

“I… I don’t know. It used to be Boba’s ship but there’s no damn telling now. I haven’t seen that thing in years. Somebody could have scavenged it or something.”

“Well we need to figure it out, come on,” he waved for you to follow, and you did so, trying your best not to seem too eager.

Unfortunately, that eagerness faded with the blaster fire, and the both of you took cover behind a rock.

“I’ve been tracking you, Mandalorian.”

That voice… It made your heart thunder in your chest. Masked by a modulator or not, you could tell it was him. You tensed and Din noticed. He looked over at you and you looked at him, eyes wide and lips parted. You gave a quick nod.

“It’s him… It’s Boba…”

“So not a Jedi… Great,” he whispered. The both of you eased out from behind the rock and you got your first good look at him. He was dressed in black robes, the hood thrown over his head, weapons strapped to his back.

“Boba??” You couldn’t stop yourself as you called out to him. He reached up and pushed his hood back, revealing a scarred face. It did nothing to deter you, however. He was older, but you were still just as attracted to him as you had been years ago. He stepped forward and moved closer, his eyes never leaving your face. It made you a little nervous. “If you’re going to kill me then ok, just do it, but I want you to know that I’m sorry first,” you said quickly holding your hands up. “I’m sorry for what happened that day.”

“Surprised to see me alive?” It was a simple question. No dark tone or anger.

“Relieved is more like,” you admitted. “I looked for you, for any sign of you after the war was over, but I never found anything. I knew somehow, though. I knew you’d survived, but I didn’t know if you’d want to kill me or not.”

“You know me well enough, girl. If I’d wanted to kill you, I would have done it right after I crawled out of that pit,” his eyes roved down you and you felt that old familiar rush, that feeling of playing with fire again. “It’s good to see you, princess, and we’ll talk later. For now, we need to talk about my armor that your man made off with.”

@pinkiemme @chadillacboseman​ If you need me I’ll be in the trash compactor thanks.

[ediths]

What I Wish Just One Person Would Say To Me

Pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: You’re always going to support Harry’s dream, no matter how much it can hurt you at times.

Warning(s): It’s sad overall, so beware of that

A/N: hello again loves!!! @trulylight requested: hey, can you please write something with harry styles based on the song “what i wish just one person would say to me” by LANY? I hope that I did your ask justice!!! I’m not sure exactly what you wanted, of course, but this is how I interpreted the song!!! Okay tbh I don’t really know how I feel about  this :(( but I’m gonna post it anyway and I hope that someone enjoys this!!!

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You and Harry have been dating since before everything in his life flipped upside down. Since the ripe old age of fifteen, you’ve been able to call him yours. Alongside his mother, you encouraged him to take the chance with the X Factor. You distinctly remember telling him that the worst they could do is say no, and regardless of the outcome, you’d be there to support him with any and everything that he wanted to do.

Turns out that going on that show was the best thing for him. The band was formed and he turned into an international pop star overnight. At first, you had been worried about what would happen with the two of you. You couldn’t see where you fit into the equation of his new life. You knew just how many people had begun to want him, and you constantly found yourself wondering when the breakup call was going to come. You hated thinking things like that, but with him constantly climbing up in the world, there seemed like less and less of a chance of the two of you staying together.

Harry had other plans for the two of you, however. He shut down those thoughts the moment that he found out about them. He assured you that there was no one else for him, that there was nobody he would rather have. He promised you that no matter where he was in the world, he was yours and you were his. And although it probably shouldn’t have, his words easily brought you peace.

Now, ten years later, you’re not sure what life would be like if you weren’t directly connected to Harry Styles. Life has been a rollercoaster, with plenty of ups and downs, but there’s nothing about it that you would change. Regardless of how many bad days there were, you get to come home and spend your time with the man that you’re head over heels in love with, so really, there’s nothing that can bring you down. 

Harry’s kept your head up for years, even when things felt like they were too much to handle. When there were articles about you that weren’t very flattering, when the hate messages started, when he went on tour and you felt like you were alone in the world, he still managed to find a way to make you feel better. He was the rock that kept you grounded in this hectic lifestyle. 

Even though your life can be an absolute mess at times, there’s no one else you’d rather spend it with. There’s no one else that you’d want to navigate this crazy world with.

There’s just something about Harry that makes you feel complete and secure. There had always felt like there was something missing in your life, but the moment Harry waltzed in and stole your heart, everything felt complete. 

There’s nothing more in this world that you could ask for. All you want to do is spend the rest of your life with him. Not a day goes by that you don’t yearn for the ability to just be around him every day.

In the life that you live, however, that’s not realistic. Being around Harry every single day isn’t something that’s achievable. You may be the love of his life, but music and touring? That’s a major part of his life as well. 

Sometimes it’s hard, not being able to have a “normal relationship” but after you think about it, you’d never want what people think of as a normal relationship over the one that you already have. 

You’re well aware of the fact that Harry can’t just stay with you all the time. He needs more than that to truly be happy, and you’re okay with that. It’s hard sometimes. It hurts more often than not to be away from him for so long, but you’ve become so used to it that you don’t even question it anymore.

You’ve always known that Harry needed more than the small town that you grew up in to be happy. He’s always been too big for that place, and you simply can’t try to hinder the opportunities that life throws at him.

No matter how much pain that him being away for months at a time causes you, there’s no way that you could just give up on him. You’re here for everything, for better or for worse, so you’re not just going to up and leave because things are a little hard on your end. 

You went through this for five continuous years while he was in One Direction, so there’s no doubt in your mind that there’s a way for you to get through it for a few months to a year. It’s not like he completely drops off the face of the earth when he’s gone. The two of you still talk on the phone and text each other. There’s never been a day go by where you didn’t hear at least something from him.

The both of you try your best to be as close to each other as possible, regardless of the fact that he’s normally in another country while on tour. 

As you’re sitting on the bed next to Harry, he’s packing for his next tour. This time, though, he seems to be more worried about the months to come than you are.

“Look, love, anytime you need anything, I’m just a call away, okay?” He turns to look at you and the desperation written on his face makes you want to curl up in him and never have him leave.

“Harry, I’ve told you for the last time, I’ll be fine.” He sighs, shaking his head.

“I know, I just feel bad for leaving you again.” A soft smile graces your face at his words.

“I’ll be perfectly okay, baby. I’ll be right here watching you take on the world.” He moves closer to you and wraps his arms around you.

“I know you’ll be okay, but I also know how much you hate being alone for months at a time.” 

“Hey, listen to me, okay? It’s the same as any other time you’ve been on tour. I’ll hold down the fort at home while you go out and live your dream.”

“I don’t want you to have to stay here all alone though, dove. Doesn’t seem fair.” You begin running your hands through his messy ringlets.

“What about it isn’t fair? I have a job here to do, just like you have a job to do. Yours just requires you traveling around the world.” 

“Just seems wrong to leave you here.”

You sigh. “Listen, you have to go on tour, there’s nothing that can change that. I’m fine staying here as long as I know that you’re coming home at some point, okay? I’m happy that you get to do this.”

He pulls back from you for a moment, planting a light peck on your cheek before burying his face back into your neck.

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It’s been three months since Harry left for tour, and as much as you truly are happy for him, you were having a progressively harder time with being completely content with the entire situation. The longer that he’s gone, the more you seem to lose your way without him with you every day. This happens every time that he goes on tour, regardless of how long that he’s gone. For the first few months, everything’s jumbled up and it’s hard for you to completely adapt to him being gone.

He’s only been gone for a fraction of the time that he has to be, but you can’t help but feel like it’s been years. Every time that he’s home for an extended period of time and then leaves again, it hits you hard just how much that you love him. He’s everything that you’ve ever wanted and everything that you’ll ever need. Being without him feels like torture, and you silently wish to yourself every day that he could have a career doing what he loves, but without having to leave so often.

As soon as the thought comes into your mind, though, you quickly rid it from your thoughts. He’s living his dream and you can’t be anything but happy for him.

Shaking those thoughts from your mind doesn’t stop others from taking root in your brain, though. The most adamant one being that you wish he’d just run back home to hold you and comfort you, even if it was only for the night.

As much as you wish for it, though, you know that he can’t just do that. So instead of holding him as you fall asleep every night, you fall asleep holding his pillow as he talks you to sleep over the phone.

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Okay so I’m not sure how to feel about this but I hope that it’s good!!! 

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SONGS OF RESISTANCE: The View Myla Grants Us Of Hallownest’s Moths

hello again hollow knight fandom, i am back with my picante takes and ready to discuss two things i love: myla hollowknight and the moth tribe! Let Us Be Sad About Them Together.

as with my previous essay i’m going to be putting this fellow up on dreamwidth later for accessibility purposes since my layout text may be too small for high-res pc users. this time i’ll be attaching that in a reblog to avoid this post getting eaten by the dread tungle algorithms.

CONTENT WARNINGS FOR TONIGHT’S PROGRAM: This essay discusses colonialism and genocide both in real life and the fictional depictions in Hollow Knight, as well as racism in the zombie horror genre and in fandom.

ALSO: if youre from a christian cultural upbringing (whether currently practicing, agnostic/secular, or atheist now), understand that some of what i’m discussing here may challenge you. if thinking thru the implications of this particular part of hollow knight worldbuilding/lore is distressing for you, PLEASE only approach this essay when youre in a safe mindset & open to listening, and ask the help of a therapist or anti-racism teacher/mentor to help you process your thoughts & feelings. just like keep in mind that youre listening to an ethnoreligiously marginalized person and please be respectful here or wherever else youre discussing this dang essay

SONGS OF RESISTANCE: THE VIEW MYLA GRANTS US OF HALLOWNEST’S MOTHS

In this house we are all love Myla.

Well, in all fairness, there are probably plenty of Hollow Knight fans who aren’t interested in her character, since which fictional characters one attaches to is always a matter of personal preference. But she’s still well-loved for a minor NPC and inspires a high level of devotion in her fans. There’s nothing that whips folks into a frenzy like a cute character you can’t do anything to help, and unlike some other characters in Hollow Knight Myla’s fate leaves no room for ambiguity. Once you pick up the Crystal Heart you’re left with only two choices: Avoid her, or kill her.

A lot of Hollow Knight’s world is designed to make you care about it so that it will hurt more when Ghost’s violent skillset proves too limited to save something or someone. The consequences of Hallownest’s founding and policies have directly or indirectly caused a great deal of damage to everything, and chief among those consequences with massive damage and a wide splash range is the Infection. Much has been said elsewhere by other people about Hollow Knight’s predominating mood being a struggle against futility, with Ghost arriving at the eleventh hour and every new tragedy designed to make the player more desperate to find something actionable, only finding out by trial and error what’s beyond your personal ability to save.

Myla, in that sense, is a typical example of that worldbuilding. She’s a particular kind of stock character in the zombie horror genre, the innocent who falls victim to the plague and cannot be saved, wrenching audience hearts and demonstrating the stakes.

But Hollow Knight plays with the trappings of zombie horror in a very unusual way, one I find thematically fascinating.

For a quick overview, the “zombie” as we know it in popular culture is an appropriation of a voudou (the Black American spiritual practice) concept that deals with the fear of slavery killing one’s spirit. (People more versed in/with roots in voudou culture can give a much more comprehensive overview than this simplistic one.)

The zombie horror genre, especially in Western media, is part of the great white fragility stock plot trifecta (the other two being alien invasions and robot uprisings). Zombie horror in particular expresses white fears that marginalized ethnic groups will rise up violently in revenge for their mistreatment and destroy white society. The fear of “that which is human, which ‘humanity’ is not” (to borrow mecha visual novel Heaven Will Be Mine’s pithy term) and the extreme levels of violence towards human-but-not bodies typical of zombie horror are often an expression of such bigotries. This is, again, a subject that’s been discussed in greater depth and with more nuance elsewhere.

But what Hollow Knight does is take the ugly metaphors and it makes them literal, makes it harder to ignore the toxic subtext of the genre. The Infection is literally a native god’s revenge on the settlers who committed genocide* against her people. How the Pale King’s colonization of the crater negatively affected the preexisting groups of bugs underpins every level of the worldbuilding, as does Hallownest’s cruelty towards its neighbors.

Hollow Knight is a game that is about the tragedy of Western imperialism. It is one of the work’s central themes. There are a lot of conversations that need to be had about the ways these themes manifest and, on a real-world level, about fandom’s predisposition to avoid the subject.

But, for now, let’s get back to Myla. If she fits such a stock zombie horror archetype, and Hollow Knight uses zombie horror tropes to underline the conversation it attempts to have about colonialism, then what has Myla got to teach us about the overall worldbuilding?

There's two topics I’d like to broach here: First we’ll get into how the circumstances of Myla’s infection fit in to the implied role of Crystal Peak in pre-Hallownest society. Then let’s take a long look at the lyrics of Myla’s song and what it implies.

MYLA, THE CRYSTALS, AND THE HOLY MOUNTAIN

If you think about it, Myla is an interesting outlier compared to the other NPCs we encounter on the verge of succumbing to the Infection. Both Bretta and Sly are unhappy: Bretta is a lonely, anxious bundle of abandonment issues yearning for someone to sweep her off her feet; Sly misses his pupils and loved ones who’ve left him in death (we never learn who Esmy is or what they were to Sly, but we sure can tell they’re not around anymore). The temptation to dream away those sadnesses seems to play a part in their vulnerability to the Infection, and also why Ghost’s interruption brings them back to reality.

Not so Myla. She appears to be blissfully unaware of her fellow miners’ fate, and most of her dialogue prior to her infection (besides the song - we’ll get to that later) is about how much fun she’s having at her job and how much she enjoys Ghost’s occasional company.

Yet she still winds up infected when Ghost’s back is turned. Why?

Not to discard the possibility that Myla’s got her own issues too, but in her case there seems to be another likely cause at hand: The crystals. If hit with the Dream Nail before infected, she mentions that she can hear them “singing” and “whispering”.

Under the The Hunter’s Hot Takes section of the Hunter’s Journal entries on various Crystal Peak enemies, we can learn more about the crystals - particularly in the entries for the Husk Miner and Crystallized Husk.

Crystal Peak’s crystals were thought of as particularly precious in Hallownest and harvested en masse for use in luxury items and the like. To do so, the mining operation was set up throughout most of the mountain, though the area around its peak still remains largely untouched. However, there’s more to the crystals than just that. Like Myla, the Hunter notes that the crystals can be heard to sing very very softly if one listens closely enough.

Perhaps of even more interest than that is this particular comment he gives us, from the Crystallized Husk journal entry: “There is some strange power hidden in the crystals that grow up there in the peaks. They gleam and glow in the darkness, a bright point of searing heat in each one.”

I don’t think it’s a particularly revolutionary idea to point out that there’s some connection between the crystals and Radiance’s power; this is something many players have intuited just based on Myla’s dialogue. But, in order to understand what Myla is demonstrating about the game’s world I think it’s important to think about what that connection is.

Speaking of which, the local Whispering Root has two important clues for us: The phrases “light refracted” and “energy contained”.

The very top of Crystal Peak is one of the only places in the crater where the moths’ architecture has escaped Hallownest destroying it, and is the only place in the entire game setting where their religious iconography remains fully intact. There are stone monuments covered in their language (which has been destroyed with the rest of their culture) and the statue of the Radiance - this is easier to see in the Wanderer’s Journal tie-in book, but the huge stone arches upon the Crown represent Radi’s halo and its rays and encircle her when viewed head-on or from a distance instead of the side view we get in the game.

The crystals grown here were used by the moths to store and cultivate Radiance’s light. It’s impossible to know what sort of architecture/infrastructure existed inside the mountain before Hallownest stole it from the moths. But between the massive scope of her statue and all the texts at the Crown, and the fact that the moths were working with their literal actual god’s freely given power here, it can be safely asserted that Crystal Peak was a holy ground to them.

Hallownest didn’t care about the mind-boggling level of spiritual significance Crystal Peak must have had to the natives, though. To the Pale King and his people, the crystals are just a natural resource to be harvested for personal profit.

This is unfortunately a conflict that still plays out in colonized countries today. If you’re American, #NoDAPL probably comes to mind; Canada, Australia, and New Zealand are filled with these sorts of horror stories too. Settler disrespect for indigenous sacred grounds is a huge problem that needs addressing. If you’re looking at the story of Crystal Peak and thinking it’s very on-the-nose... maybe it needs to be.

Anyway, Myla is nowhere near as miserable as Bretta or Sly, but she still notices that something’s up with these crystals. She hears the voice coming from inside, and she’s curious, and she tries very very hard to listen to it... so she DOES end up hearing Radiance’s voice. Radiance’s real voice, not the songs and whispers inside the crystals: The voice of a frightened, angry, grieving god who knows there’s a new vessel running around in Hallownest, and doesn’t want any part of that. A voice that’s pleading for someone, anyone to kill this dangerous creature, and save her from the threat Ghost poses.

Between how freaked out Radi is to know Ghost is poking around, the tendency we see in her boss battles for her to panic and kneejerk blast things at full volume/vibrance when she’s panicking, and the way her dream broadcast seems to be only a one-way communication line while she’s in the Black Egg... naturally this spells disaster for poor Myla.

Similar to the Moss Prophet, this small tragedy is a demonstration of the eleventh-hour state the conflict is in: The Pale King has escalated this situation so far, and Radiance is so traumatized and isolated, that bystanders who might in a kinder timeline have become Radi’s allies instead get caught up in her AOE. Myla’s definitely not as aware of the overall situation as the Moss Prophet, since she’s a Hallownest bug and not an indigenous one the way they are. But she noticed things were not as they seemed, and she was curious. Who knows what new possibilities could have opened up, if Radiance was able to truly communicate with bugs in the outside world?

Small side note before we move on, but I’ve noticed a tendency among some folks who notice the missed connections to come down extra hard on Radiance and chalk Myla’s infection/Moss Prophet’s death down to deliberate cruelty on her part. I’d like to gently push back against this.

Living in a post-colonial world we all absorb some level of prejudice from our surroundings, and it’s important to take a look at our first assumptions about people (or, in this case, fictional characters lol) to examine whether these prejudices we’ve inherited have influenced those assumptions.

So, if your first instinct is to look at this situation and say the problem is that Radiance is being too harsh and too angry where she should have stepped back and softened her emotions for others’ benefit to gently persuade them to her side... Please think about how when people of color and non-Christians express anger or hurt at our treatment, or even so much as calmly assert our boundaries, white/Christian viewers often view us as much more aggressive and threatening than we actually are. The “angry black woman” trope is a good example of this stereotype. You may want to look up the HuffPost article “Why It’s So Hard to Talk to White People About Racism” and its discussion of white fragility to further understand this phenomenon.

It is absolutely essential to remember the complex power dynamics in play in Hollow Knight and that the Pale King deliberately imprisoned Radiance (who had at this point already gone through an extreme amount of trauma) in a way that would compromise her ability to communicate with others. If you can extend compassion to characters like Ghost or the Pale King and empathize with their motives/feelings when their actions cause harm, but you are not willing to do the same with Radiance... it’s important to sit down with yourself and examine why that is.

THE MEANING BEHIND MYLA’S SONG

Okay, let’s switch gears and take a look at the lyrics to the song Myla sings, since it’s got some interesting things to tell us too.

The first verse, which you can hear from Myla the first time you meet her/before you acquire Vengeful Spirit, goes:

Bury my mother, pale and slight Bury my father with his eyes shut tight Bury my sisters, two by two, And then when you’re done, let's bury me too

There’s not much particularly story-related going on here except foreshadowing that Myla may in fact wind up dying. Most of what we get here is that a) this is a song about burying the dead and b) it’s morbid as fuck.

Curious, a new player might think of the mention of burying the dead; there are a lot of corpses just lyin’ around all over the ground - something that might lead one to believe Hallownest didn’t have such a custom. Later players will discover the Resting Grounds, confirming Hallownest did bury its dead... and that the gravekeepers are all dead too.

Let’s look at the second verse, which Myla remembers and will sing after you pick up Vengeful Spirit:

Bury the knight with her broken nail, Bury the lady, lovely and pale Bury the priest in his tattered gown, Then bury the beggar with his shining crown

This right here is where it gets interesting. The first verse describes the singer’s family as dead or dying, but the people we’re burying now sure do have some parallels to Hallownest's ruling body, don’t they?

Among Hallownest’s Great Knights, three of them - Dryya, Isma, and Ze’mer - were women. They are also very dead or might as well be: Dryya was killed by Traitor Lord’s resistance, Isma is a tree spreading acid through the kingdom’s waters to cut off access to the City of Tears, and Ze’mer hung up her nail after her mantis girlfriend’s death and only lingers on as a revenant.

While there aren’t any characters who are described in-text as “priests” in Hallownest, the idea of a tattered gown might bring Lurien the Watcher to mind, or perhaps the Soul Sanctum’s magicians before they went rogue.

The lovely, pale lady in the song can only refer to the White Lady, Hallownest’s queen. And there’s only one man in the game who has a shining crown: The Pale King. The lyrics are particularly derisive towards him in a way they aren’t to any of the other figures listed, too.

So, it seems like whoever came up with this song didn’t think much of Hallownest. With that in mind it’s hard to think that it originated from any sort of faction loyal to the king.

We’re missing a line from the third verse, which Myla sings after you’ve beaten Soul Master and she’s beginning to become infected. But what we do see of it is Huge in terms of lore:

Bury my body and cover my shell, [...] What meaning in darkness? Yet here I remain I’ll wait here forever ‘til light blooms again

So. The “protagonist” of this song’s family has died, and they expect to die as well, but even unto death they're waiting for Hallownest to fall and the light to return.

The moths became Hallownest’s gravekeepers after the Pale King forcibly assimilated them. Under the Pale King’s light, the moths forgot Radiance and most of their original culture, but Seer tells us in her final monologue that a few individuals remembered just enough to pass bits and pieces down through the generations. This secret resistance among the moths was what kept Radiance alive and prevented her from being sealed away entirely.

This song Myla sings comes from that moth resistance.

Code songs amongst oppressed ethnic groups are very much a real thing, especially when groups have to communicate or signal each other within hostile parties’ hearing. Since I’m American (and had a big ol crush on Harriet Tubman as a little kid lmao!) the first thing that came to mind for me when I made this connection was the working songs escaped Black slaves used in the Underground Railroad.

These have another point in common with the moth gravedigger song Myla sings, in that they enter the general cultural consciousness through out-group people who don’t know the true context. If you ever pick up a book of American baby songs, you’ll probably find some Underground Railroad code songs in there - often because generations ago white kids heard these songs from Black slaves or servants, and went on to sing the same songs to their children with zero awareness of what the songs were really for.

So some Hallownest bug somewhere probably heard the moths’ song and liked it and sang it in a context totally divorced from its original one, and it got spread around and passed down to become one of Myla’s old favorites, with her seemingly not realizing the meaning behind the lyrics. The moths’ song of devotion to their lost god survived them as a people.

This is some VERY realistic and layered worldbuilding. There is so much to glean from just one NPC’s dialogue when put together with other clues. Of course all of it is SAD and DEPRESSING, but Hollow Knight is a tragedy with a super unsubtle point to make about the unsustainability of Western imperialism.

What happens to Myla is awful, and upsetting, and unfair. So was what happened to the moths and their sacred ground, and to Radiance too. It’s important to understand the scope of the conflict that led to all this happening, trace it to its roots, and lay it at the feet of the ones responsible for engendering all this tragedy in the first place: Hallownest and the Pale King.

*A NOTE ABOUT MY USE OF THE TERM “GENOCIDE”

This is a tangent, but since there’s some debate about whether it’s appropriate to define the Pale King’s actions towards indigenous bug nations as genocide, allow me to cite the official definition of genocide here.

The Convention on the Prevention and Punishment of the Crime of Genocide (the Genocide Convention for short) defines genocide like this:

Genocide is any of the following acts committed with intent to destroy, in whole or in part, a national, ethnical, religious, or racial group, as such:

A) Killing members of the group

B) Causing serious bodily or mental harm to members of the group

C) Deliberately inflicting on the group conditions of life calculated to bring about its physical destruction in whole or in part

D) Imposing measures intended to prevent births within the group

E) Forcibly transferring children of the group to another group

Among the abovelisted, Hallownest is guilty of A (Deepnest and the moths), B (Deepnest physically/the moths vis a vis brainwashing), C (the mantis tribe and the hive), and E (the moths, which we know from Marmu, and possibly the mosskin also - Isma is mosskin).

Then there is cultural genocide, i.e. acts committed with intent to destroy, in whole or in part, a national, ethnical, religious, or racial group's way of life. Let’s look at the United Nations Declaration on the Rights of Indigenous Peoples (DRIP) and how it defines cultural genocide:

A) Any action which has the aim or effect of depriving them of their integrity as distinct peoples, or of their cultural values or ethnic identities

B) Any action which has the aim or effect of dispossessing them of their lands, territories or resources

C) Any form of population transfer which has the aim or effect of violating or undermining any of their rights

D) Any form of assimilation or integration by other cultures or ways of life imposed on them by legislative, administrative or other measures

E) Any form of propaganda directed against them

Hallownest is guilty of every item on this list. A: The moths, attempted with Deepnest. B: The moths, the mantises, the flukes, the mosskin; also attempted with Deepnest. C: The moths, the mantises, the flukes. D: The moths; attempted with the mantises and Deepnest. E: The mantises and Deepnest.

Any sort of discussion of the wide-reaching harm Radiance caused MUST include the context that the Infection is her response to multiple levels of genocide. Discussion that does not include this context loses nuance and simplifies the conflict and power dynamics portrayed in the game in ways that reflect real-life racism and Christian supersessionism.

Now, this is NOT some sort of holier than thou Fandom Purity dunk to say that it’s Bad or Wrong to care about Hallownest’s nobility. Like, one of my favorite characters in this dang game is the White Lady, who spent a long ass time enabling her husband’s actions before she finally walked out on him over the mass infanticide thing. You can, and it is okay to, love TPK and want rehabilitation for him while acknowledging that the dude has done objectively bad things.

I just feel that it’s important to keep things in perspective so that we don’t wind up stirring a bunch of real-world bigotry into our fandom funtimes. A lot of us don’t have the luxury of turning our brains off and simply Not Seeing It, because these same sorts of dynamics are behind a lot of the hardships that threaten our everyday stability.

It’s pretty hard to have conversations about those things in real life if one can’t even recognize them in fiction. So, this might be a good opportunity to start practicing anti-racism so we can better utilize that ideology in real life, where the stakes are much higher.

[mrs-cavill-wife]

Forbidden Witch (2/?)

Pairing: Charles Brandon X Female Reader

Warning: Fantasy. Language. Forbidden Love. Tell me if I miss something.

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Riding for a few minutes, the boy was fun, he had many stories but I was grateful when he stopped chattering. I think this adventure exhausted him.

We arrived in Aluma and it was not difficult to find the castle, in a short time, we were well in freight for the construction. Aretuza was a beautiful place, but I had never seen such a magnificent castle, it was big, people were probably lost there. I approached the entrance and came across three soldiers, who immediately aimed the spears at me.

"Stop! Who's coming over there?"

I looked at them alerting them to stay quiet and I got off the horse slowly, the little prince was already asleep and I didn't want to find him. I think almost turning into monster food was a great experience, he needed to rest.

"Tsc-tsc. I don't think that's how you supposed to treat a lady. Especially when she saved and is in charge of the safety of her future king."

One of them approached to look closely and then looked at the others.

"Go, fast! Let your majesties know, Prince Eric has been found."

One of them ran inside the door, faster than a fox and I, even with the little boy, still had to wait outside. I looked at the blondie, and he slept soundly, hugging my Atlas, as if je were the most comfortable of the mattresses. Which is probably something he must have. Based on the aesthetics of the Castle, they must have everything from the good and the best, and even more.

"Eric! My little warrior!"

A voice, clearly desperate, screamed and, faster than her guard, the queen approached. A beautiful lady, blonde, thin but with curves, a beautiful green dress with gold details that matched with her hazel eyes and, of course, a simple but remarkable crown with rubies on the top of her head.

She approached me and the little boy, affectionately touching her face and then brushing her hair with her fingers. Her features were clear, pure happiness, relief and tears that I think, have been there since the little boy ran away. Eric woke up quickly with his mother touch and smiled softly, still tired.

She grabbed the boy, without caring about his soaked clothes, giving him a giant bear hug while sobbing.

"Oh my little prince, why? You know how worried your Mom is when you run away like that."

She said now looking at him with teary red eyes. I have to admit I felt bad for her.

"I think I'll have to put soldiers in to watch you again"

Again? Yeah, he didn't lie, and by the nickname "little warrior", I think he was really a little adventurer and a big runaway kid.

"Mom, I'm sorry and I'm fine. The witch saved me. Without her, I would be monster dinner right now."

Said the little troublemaker and after the brief moment of mother and son, the queen noticed me, gave a big smile and I bowed in respect, but she soon shook her head and held my hand.

"You, my young lady, no need to bow. You saved my son, my greatest treasure, you don't know how grateful I am. What's your name?"

I didn't knew exactly what to say. I looked at Eric and he just smiled comforting me.

"Oh.. your majesty.. I'm Cassandra, Cassandra of Boudicca.. and I just.. I just did what any sensible person would do."

"One way or another, me and your majesty, the king, we are very grateful, and by the way the king would love to meet you."

Meet me? Oh Lord, I can't say no to a queen, right? She's being so sweet with me but I'm even dressed properly to meet a king?

"My queen.. I.. well.."

"No no, I'll be offended if you refuse"

I sighed and nodded. The soldiers led the way and the queen took me into the huge castle, holding my right hand and with her son by the side, but within minutes he ran into a room with large wooden doors, apparently the throne room.

I thought we would get in there but the queen is still walking and I had no choice but to follow. We arrived at a door, it was opened and it was a beautiful room, with a huge bed that would probably fit three people, a nice balcony, a dressing table, a shelf with some books. The queen took me to the room on, had a huge mirror, a beautiful bathtub, prepared with some foam and next to it, a black girl with a simple dress, braided hair and a beautiful smile.

"This is Juliette, one of my chaperones, she's a wonderful lady, she will help you bathe and get ready."

The lady Juliette bowed at me and I looked surprised at the queen.

"Your majesty, that's not necessary, I.."

She cutted me before I could say something more.

"Darling, you can call me Madeline and maybe it's not necessary but I asked my man to treat your beautiful horse and I think you need too, besides.."

She grabbed a little cloth and gently rubbed under my nose wiping it. Something a mother would do. And I saw a little of blood when she pull away the cloth. Fire spells always consume a lot of my strength, occasionally, my nose would start bleeding and on the worst situation, I would pass out.

"..You look very exhausted, please, let my lady help you.."

Alright, maybe I need it and won't hurt, right?

I nodded causing the Queen and her lady to smile widely at me.

"Huh.. At least, lady Juliette, can she let me take care of my bath? By myself, please? I don't want to be disrespectful to your kindly, but I'm not used to undressing in front of anyone."

The queen smiled softly and nodded at Juliette and soon, she were our of bathroom.

"Darlin, one question. What's your favorite color?"

"Black!?"

I answered a little confused and she left me alone in the bathroom. I undressed and went into the warm water.

I would not feel comfortable naked in someone's presence, at all, even if I were a man.. I imagine that some people think I can be experient, I admit that I have a beautiful body, at least I think that I'm beautiful, attracts many masculine looks, I have been courted but always by men who saw me with a piece of meat or out of curiosity to know what spell a witch knows how to do between four walls. Pathetic.

The truth is that I have never been with a man, I have never fallen in love. When I was younger, I used to imagine what my future husband would be like. I imagined your details, I remember everything I liked.. He would be a tall man, defined body, fair, strong, sweet, romantic, noble, fair skin, blue eyes like the sky in a spring morning, dark hair like the night, short or maybe curly, lips chubby that would always leave me wanting more, hands that when..

Oh my God, stop Cassandra, you're not a teen anymore.. and it's not going to happen.

I blew away those stupid thoughts and got up from bathtub, grabbed a towel and wrapped around my body. When i arrived on room, I meet Lady Juliette, holding a box and next to her, on the bed, a simple, but for my eyes, a really gorgeous black dress.

"Oh my God, that's..?"

Lady Juliette laughed softly and opened the box, revealing a necklace.

"The queen want you to wear this for tonight. She thought you would like the style and it's also a gift for saving her son"

I don't wanted to sounds dramatic but it's beautiful, the dress, the necklace. I grabbed the dress and ran back to bathroom to get dressed. I admired myself on the mirror for a second and quickly, Juliette was behind me, helping me with the necklace.

"By your smile, I see you approved. The queen will love to know. Your majesties await for you on the throne room, I'll lead the way."

I nodded and followed Juliette to the throne room

Charles Brandon POV

Another beautiful morning. I woke up and rubbed my eyes, yawned getting up and wearing a shirt. I went to the window, opened the curtains and let the sunlight in. Oh, fresh air. Honestly, I could not have chosen a better place to be my home, in freight to a beautiful and immense river, around the splendid nature, far from the city, that noise makes me crazy, horses running, people screaming, songs out of tune, poor people begging for help and old "relationships" knocking on my door. That's peace right here.

I looked to the side. Seeing my wife, Phoebe and my little princess, my daughter Mackenzie. Christ, she is growing up so fast, she is only six years old now but she is a very smart little girl, loves to read, write and draw. She is the most special thing in the world for me.

I remember when Phoebe told me she was pregnant, four weeks after our wedding. I have always been a man who lives in the present, the now. But at that moment, I cared about the future, about me, about being a better man, something I never was and my wife suffered a lot from it, she would pretend to don't mind sleeping all alone almost every night, pretended not see me arriving late, often drunk, lipstick and sweat on my skin. Today I don't like to talk but, loyalty was never on my list of tasks, not before Phoebe give me someone so innocent, so sweet and pure, someone who depended on me. There's a Charles Brandon before Mackenzie, and another Charles Brandon after Mackenzie, and long before that, long before I met Phoebe, I was just a farmer's son.

How do I become Duke? Well, I was always in love with horses and swords, my father died when I was little and my mother was a queen's lady. I practically lived in the castle because of my mother's work, and this work, gave me a chance to see the soldiers training, fighting, riding, I just loved it and the captain ended up realizing my admiration, despite my young age, I became a helper, simply started carrying things, gave a little help with the horses. My dedication took me far, in a short time I cleaned the armor and then I was sharpening and testing the swords and when I really became a man, after my mother died of natural causes, with the blessing of King Edward, I became knights, soldier, one of the best.

Going to war was incredible for me, it seems sick but I liked to cut off heads, tear apart, see blood and defend the kingdom that treated me like a son. King Edward had a best friend, a king from a distant continent. King Alexander. On one of his visits, there was a feast, and that's when we met. That same night, there was an ambush in the castle and unfortunately, the king in which I served since I was a child, was murdered, as well as several soldiers, I remained standing, even injured and saved King Alexander.

After all that, King Edward gave me a lot of support. He knew it was a big loss for me, I lost a lot of friends and he knew that King Alexander was almost like a father to me. He knew of my dedication and love for the royal guard, for being a soldier and he invited me to be part of his soldiers. I was reluctant but after thinking a lot, I really had nothing else, nothing to lose so, the next day, I am already on my way to Aluma, his kingdom. There I met his wife, he told me they were trying to have a baby, they hoped it was a boy, an heir, I honestly, I always thought it was bullshit but I wouldn't say that, I was treated like a son.

For a few years, I exercised my place in the royal guard, I became a captain, and of course, the title attracted several lovers. Redheads, brunettes, blondes, fair skin, black skin, a whole meal full of colors and tastes.. each dawn I got up from a different bed, and "finally", I met Phoebe, a young lady, from a noble family. At first, it was just a carnal thing but it ended up becoming a passion, and soon, we were married. Being a captain, having a wife and being a party boy. My favorite things in life, but they were colliding. Phoebe suffered from wondering if I would return alive from a battle and the other night, she slept alone while I had fun with some harlot. It got to the point where I realized that it couldn't be like that anymore, I had affection for the woman who woke up more than I want in me, so I made the decision to relinquish my post as captain of the royal guard. King Alexander tried to insist that I stay, it's true that we ended up becoming great friends but he ended up understanding my decision.

As a thank you for years of loyalty to him and his best friend, he gave me a title and his best builders would build my home, wherever I wanted. I chose, Sullfolk, a beautiful continent, full of nature. I became Charles Brandon, the Duke of Sullfolk.

"Daddy?"

I leave my daydreams of the past, hearing that sweet voice of my dear Mackenzie. I looked at the bed and saw her with a sleepy face and a smile in my direction. I walked over, sitting next to her on the bed and placing a kiss on her messy hair.

"Good morning, sunshine. how did my little princess sleep?"

"Good daddy, are we traveling today, right?"

I laughed softly nodding at her. Since King Alexander sent a letter, inviting me and my family to Aluma, my little Mackenzie is not holding on to happiness, she would ask me every night, "When are we going? It's closer daddy?".

It would be her first trip, she would know the place of my stories that she loved to hear. It would be a visit, it had been a few years since Alexandre and I had seen each other and he said he would prepare a banquet, talk about the old days, it would be fun for my family, a chance for Mackenzie to know a new place and Phoebe would review the place where he was born. In fact, we were all in stasis.

"I'll get ready and tell our servants to put our breakfast. Wake up your mother and meet me in the dining room. After we eat, we go to the road."

She smiled widely causing me the same action of affection and I left the room.

[wandasallerdyce]

NSFW Alphabet - Cassian Andor

Fandom: Star Wars

Pairing: Cassian Andor x Male! Reader

Requested: yes/no

Warning(s): Smut (duh), pure filth, some Spanish, some fluff, excessive use of fuck and cum

Notes: I wrote this listening to Twilight Time, a soft song. BYE-. But n e ways, here i am, feeding the gays once more. Hope you guys like this, please like and reblog if you do! Love y’all! (p.s. ugh, Diego looks so cute in this gif 😩)

(GIF not mine)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Cassian will make sure that your okay and will run a warm bath for you. After, he’ll dress you in one of his shirts and cuddle with you in bed whispering how he loves you so much.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Cassian really loves your legs. He doesn’t understand why, but he finds them really attractive. Especially when they hold him in a headlock while he’s sucking you off.

There’s something attractive about his arms. You love holding them while he pounds into you at a brutal pace. There’ll be times where you’ll be running your hands up and down them while laying in bed.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Cassian LOVES cumming in your ass. Something about seeing it slide down your thighs turns him on even more and he goes for a second round. He also enjoys making you swallow his cum when he’s face fucking you.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Cassian loves when you give him nicknames during sex. A simple ‘C-Cas…’ or ‘sian!’ will instantly make him fuck you harder, wanting to give you the pleasure you deserve.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Cassian isn’t that experienced in the sex experience. He saw no use in one night stands and whatnot as he was always doing rebel work. So when he gets to fuck you for the first time, expect this boi to be nervous at first. He’ll be more open after a few fucks.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

This goes without saying, but he loves fucking you doggy style. Seeing your ass take his cock at that angle sends him over the edge and he’ll be shooting ropes of cum into your ass in no time.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Cassian will be serious at first, but after a few sessions, he’ll make a joke from here to there. His go to joke is about sucking him him in the cockpit of the ship cause, yknow, “cock”pit…

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Cassian has some light hair on his chest. Other than that, he’ll have a neat trail that leads to the goods. As for the… ahem, drapes down there, it’ll always be neatly trimmed.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Cassian is very intimate when it comes to fucking you. He’ll pepper your back with kisses, pull your hair so he can reach your lips, and praise you quietly in your ear

‘You’re taking my cock like a good boy, mi principe.’

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Cassian doesn’t have time to Jack off. He’s always busy with carrying out missions for the rebels. Yet, when you’re gone on a mission for too long and he’s frustrated, he’ll rub one out to images of your guys’ past fucks.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

This man LOVES spanking, don’t even get me started. You don’t pay attention to him that much today? He’ll bend you over his lap and spank you until your ass is red with his handprint. Disobeyed his orders? Count to 20 as he spanks you. Basically, anything that has to do with spanking, he’s up for.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Being the classy man that he is, he prefers to fuck you in his quarters. That way, you can be as loud as you want as he’s ramming into you from behind.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

If you really want Cassian to fuck you instantly, wear pants that are super tight. He loves seeing the shape of your legs. He’ll be right behind you in no time pressing his hardened cock against your ass.

‘Trying to turn me on, hermoso? Well, it’s working.’

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Cassian would never try choking. He hates seeing his hands wrapped around your neck. He feels as if he’s hurting you in a way. He wants to make sure your as comfortable as you can be.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Cassian loves receiving. He loves it when you run your tongue over the veins on his cock. When you hollow your cheeks to suck him even harder, he feels like he dies and goes to wherever the good people go. Sometimes he’ll give you a blowjob if you’ve had a stressful day. Other than that, he’s the one always reviving.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Cassian is usually fast and rough while he’s fucking you. He loves having you moaning his name as he pounds into you at such a brutal pace and seeing your eyes roll to the back of your head. On some days, he’ll be more romantic and go at an even pace and kiss you a whole lot.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

At first, he was reluctant to have a quickie. That was until you dragged him into a storage closet and sucked him off so fast, he felt as if you were going at light speed. Ever since then, he’s fucked you in corridors and anywhere he could find that was secluded. He especially loves fucking you on his ship when no ones around. They don’t call it a cockpit for nothing (alright I’ll stop).

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

As stated before, he’s hesitant at first. But, eventually he opens up more. If you guys are on a mission in the forest, expect to be holding onto a tree as he drives his cock into you. If you guys are spying from a canyon, expect your back to meet rock.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Cassian can go for 4 rounds at least. All his pent up anger will be released on you. And he’ll cum huge loads all four rounds you’ll feel so full.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Cassian doesn’t see the point of toys. He thinks their useless.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

If he’s in a kinky mood, he’ll be teasing you a fair amount. He’ll finger your ass and pull out as quick as he can, having you beg for his cock. Other times, he’ll have you craving his cum. He’ll pull out of your mouth right before he has to cum and have you pouting for his cum that you so desperately want to swallow.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Cassian isn’t really loud as he prefers to hear your moans of pleasure and ecstasy. But, if you tighten around his Vick just enough, he’ll be moaning loudly.

‘Fuck, principe, you really know how to get a guy going.’

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Cassian loves it when you compliment him on how good he’s fucking you. He loves making you feel good and making sure your having fun with him

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Cassian has a nice, thick, 7.5 inch cock down there. He has some veins that decorate his cock that you love to lick.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Cassian doesn’t have that much of a sex drive as he’s always busy with plans for the rebels. But if he’s alone with you and on vacation, throw all that out the window.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Cassian will stay up until you fall asleep which isn’t that long, but even then, he’ll stay awake for a few more minutes and wonder how he’s the luckiest guy in the galaxy for being with you

FIN

[fonulyn]

fonulyn’s 2020 in fics

this is kind of exciting since in 2020 I did get a lot writing done, and it marks the second year in a row that I’m able to actually make one of these posts after that horrible not good at all terrible disastrous three and a half years when I wrote absolutely nothing. so it’s a triumph to get another one of these up! personal victory haha.

in total, in 2020 I wrote 148 fics, ranging from like 200 words to 34k (idk if those short things can be called fics but i just did). by pairing, there’s

13 of Joe/Nicky

58 of Piers/Leon

56 of Chris/Leon

(1 with Piers/Leon and Chris/Leon)

5 of the ot3 (Chris/Leon/Piers)

11 of Krauser/Leon

3 of Wesker/Chris (lmao still can’t believe this)

1 of Chris/Leon/Krauser

so. in retrospect, i did okay. 

it’s over 300 thousand words and I am kind of. surprised. and that is not counting the approximately 50k of wips i’m ignoring :’D

I’d also like to take a second to thank everyone who has ever sent me nice messages, commented on the fics, left reblogs or kudos, and the like. you’re what kept me going, I wouldn’t have gotten even half as much done otherwise.

without further ado, links to all of the fics under the cut! they’re organized by pairing, and the links take you to tumblr posts (bc I’m lazy) and a lot of them have a link in the post that takes you to ao3. (also can you see I put ~~so much~~ effort into naming the tumblr ficlets :’D feel free to laugh at me)

Joe/Nicky

a dog by any other name | 1,5k | The one wherein they end up owning a dog.

within the heart a flame of desires | 5,0k | Nicolo watches Yusuf have sex with others, desperately wishing he was with him instead. Until things change. He much prefers having Yusuf all for himself.

the world will wait | 2,4k | The one wherein Joe takes a lot of naps and the whole team gets to relax.

catch this | 650w | Every time Joe gets distracted (by Nicky), Andy tries to take him by surprise.

nobody’s perfect | 1,9k | Even immortal warriors have their weaknesses, Nile learns. Those just aren’t what she expected.

only in these arms | 780w | Nicky has trouble sleeping alone. Andy is a decent substitute, but only when Joe returns so does Nicky’s ability to get a decent night’s rest.

(please don’t explain) that time in Malta | 580w | Nile doesn’t think at first it would even be possible for Joe to be embarrassed. By anything. Until one evening, they talk about Malta.

cool it down boys | 400w | Andy gets no sleep. She gets revenge, though.

cowboy, baby | 340w | Nicky has the fashion sense of a sack of flour, and he is fine with that.

that day is not today | 4,9k | They struggle through the whole lab-experience. It isn’t the time yet to forgive Booker.

tea, soup and tlc | 2k | The one wherein Joe is not sick. At all. Nope. He isn't.

two drinks too many | 770w | Nicky is a little drunk. Joe loves him anyway.

safe haven | 3,9k | The one wherein everyone gets quality cuddles from Joe.

Piers/Leon

it was you that I found | 23,4k | Leon doesn’t really do relationships. Not because he doesn’t want to, but because he always seems to be so bad at them. Of course entirely by accident he manages to build one without even realizing it. 

unexpected visitor | 690w | Piers is forced on bed-rest. At least Leon stops by.

got me all tied up (never let me go) | 4,0k | Piers doesn’t like suits. Leon loves Piers in a suit.

not so subtle | 210w | “Soo, were you checking me out all night, or was that just my imagination?” Leon asks suddenly, Piers chokes on his drink in surprise.

nighttime fools | 4,8k | Piers and Leon get arrested for public indecency. It’s not their fault, honest.

piers isn’t sick, really, he isn’t (he is) | 670w | “Oh, hi,” Piers said immediately, a goofy smile slipping onto his face. Man, he was happy to see Leon. So happy to see him.  

so you’ve met Xena | 620w | “Xena?” Leon turned to look at Piers, decidedly unimpressed. “You named your dog after the Warrior Princess?“

you’re cute, you know | 680w | Piers took the opportunity the second their gazes met. He grinned, as charmingly as he possibly managed, and said “You’re cute, you know that?“

kiss the nightmares away | 470w | Sleepily Piers blinked, trying to make his eyes work properly. He squinted at the digital clock on the bedside, and its harsh red numbers that told him it was 3:30, and confusedly he turned to frown at Leon. “Why aren’t you sleeping?“

smooth talking, Nivans, very smooth | 1,4k | Piers can not control what comes out of his mouth.

dream a little (dirty) dream of me | 1,3k | Piers wakes Leon up. That's it.

your shirt is my shirt | 950w | With a sigh Piers grabbed the only shirt available that wasn’t battery operated and obnoxious. It was Leon’s, so old that the print had faded completely, leaving only faint outlines behind. And when Piers pulled it on he grumbled again, realizing how tight it was.

here for you | 620w | Leon can’t sleep, but somehow Piers makes his anxieties bleed away. 

grand plans | 260w | “Are you seriously going to wear that?”

new puppy | 430w | “Hey there little guy.” Leon bent down to pick up the little puppy, straightening again to hold it against his chest. His hands looked almost comically large as the dog was so tiny, and carefully he cradled it close.

a little bit funny | 850w | So maybe Piers hadn’t slept properly in days, and the sleep deprivation was making him a little hysterical, but he didn’t even remember when a stupid comedy would’ve made him laugh so much.

for now our time is here | 4,4k | When Chris had told them to wait up and left them alone for a while, this probably wasn’t what he’d been expecting, but the second he’d closed the door behind himself the tension that had been brewing between Leon and Piers had snapped like a cord.

wanting too much | 1,1k | “Fucking hell, never do that to me again,“ Leon huffed out, clearly relieved beyond anything.

the prettiest agent with the prettiest hair | 1,2k | Piers stress-braids. Leon doesn't mind. And besides, Piers always undoes the braids whenever he's done with them. Until one night he forgets.

you can be the air that i breathe | 1,0k |  It wasn’t the first time Piers got punched in the face by a gigantic BOW so hard that the hit sent him flying. It was, however, the first time he was sent careening off a bridge and into the river below. And it was, definitely, the first time Leon saved his life.  

before I found you | 890w | The second Piers realized that the spikes covering the monster actually came off, and it was able to shoot them towards its attackers, it was already too late for him to react.

you don’t need to stay | 950w | Piers did his best to take care of Leon.  And as much as Leon appreciated it, he didn’t want to be a goddamn nuisance.

need me, baby, just a little stronger tonight | 2,1k | Leon really has to practice perfecting his poker face. At least he gets what he wants in the end.

be my valentine | 920w | “Are you sure?“ Piers asked for the tenth time, frowning down at the bar of Fazer blue chocolate. “I still think it’s… not a lot?”

you're the world that I wanna discover | 7,5k | The one wherein they buy a house, fall even more in love, and Leon reaches a breaking point.

call me (tell me what you feel) | 1,7k | Leon is stuck at the airport. At least he gets a nice phone call with Piers.

incentive to stay alive | 1,0k |  "Hey, Nivans, wake up,” he tried, but there was no answer, and he couldn’t help but let the worry in his voice. “Piers. Don’t you dare die on me. Chris would kill me if I let anything happen to his best sniper.”

blanket hog Leon | 880w | Grumbling, Piers turned around, and as he’d expected Leon was cozily wrapped in at least four blankets, leaving nothing for Piers, who was currently freezing his ass off.

I give you all I am | 2,0k | “Leon?” Piers approached in quick steps, watching recognition flicker in Leon’s eyes as he lowered his own weapon too. Leon was slumped against the wall, hunched over and holding his side, and there was something feverish about his eyes. Yet as soon as he realized it was Piers he gave a shaky grin, even if that was all he managed.

why are the gorgeous ones always taken | 810w | Piers blinked his eyes open slowly, expression scrunched up, and it took a long moment before he managed to actually focus his gaze on Leon’s face. When he did, a smile immediately bloomed on his face, and he even tilted his head a little. “Have I died and gone to heaven?” he croaked out, his voice rough from lack of use.

still intact | 1,1k | It took a week before the level of painkillers was correct and Piers woke up with a gasp instead of a scream. And the first thing he asked was for someone to kill him.

of guns and ...guns | 270w | Leon likes the way Piers handles his rifle. There’s drool involved.

always fashionable | 540w | Apparently having a crush on the well-dressed, professional Leon translated into being absolutely fucking in love with the sleep-mussed and squinty Leon.

misplaced phones and revelations | 660w | Chris finds Piers’ phone. Which turns out to be Leon’s phone. The two turn out to be dating. Chris feels kind of blind.

yee-haw! | 1,0k | Leon rides Piers. Wearing a cowboy hat.

you’re cute when you’re angry | 620w | When he’s stressed, Piers washes the dishes. Angrily.  

want to drink (with) you | 1,1k | Piers is an embarrassing drunk. Leon loves him anyway. 

and each one of us is a path somewhere | 22,2k | Piers gets thrown twenty years back in time. Into Raccoon City, 1998. He’d heard about what Leon went through that night, but he never thought he’d have to actually experience it himself. Together with bright eyed rookie Leon.

hold me close | 560w | Leon falls asleep against Piers’ shoulder. 

goatee man | 890w | Piers thinks growing a beard might make him look more manly. 

promises kept | 2,9k | Leon finds out Piers isn't dead after all. He's just locked up in a BSAA research facility with no one allowed in to visit.

stay with me tonight (stay until the end of life) | 2,2k | Leon doesn’t know I’m contacting you, but a fair warning, because I’m worried. He was found unconscious on the bathroom floor at 10AM. They took him to the hospital, but he checked himself out. Look after him, okay?  

4am | 760w | “What can I say,” Piers grinned against Leon’s neck, “I was dreaming of you.” He had no reservations about moving his hips, letting Leon feel just how nice the dream had been.

caffeinated | 550w | Someone gives Piers coffee. Leon knows what to do with that excess energy.

and i'm you and you're me | 7,0k | The one wherein Leon and Piers accidentally swap bodies.

girls’ day in bed | 780w | Piers and Leon wake up one morning with boobs and other assorted lady parts. It’s a fun day. (Spoiler alert: they have a lot of sex.)

worlds apart | 3,2k | Krauser kidnaps Piers to lure Leon to him. (feat. past Krauser/Leon)

not again | 530w | Watching Piers’ mutation brings Leon some very unfortunate flashbacks. (feat. past Krauser/Leon)

gorgeous | 300w | Piers calls Leon gorgeous.

the most comfortable pillow | 350w | Leon falls asleep with his head on Piers’ lap.

beautiful | 840w | Even after losing an arm and ruining half of his face, Piers is the most beautiful thing to Leon.

as seen in adult films | 580w | Piers doesn’t know one damn thing about dishwashers. He volunteers to fix one anyway.

never letting go | 260w | Leon is goddamn comfortable right here. He isn’t going to move a single inch.

nose kisses | 390w | Piers is cute when he’s cranky. Just ask Leon.

no other half could ever make me whole | 6,3k | The one wherein they get a scare and there's a proposal.

the luxury of being held | 690w | The fabric of Piers’ hoodie is the perfect place to hide. (feat. Theo’s amazing art)

just one step from heaven, one step from paradise | 2,7k | The one wherein Piers makes sure Leon doesn’t freeze, and they enjoy their vacation.

all is fair in war, love and Mario Kart | 600w | Piers sucks at Mario Kart.

Chris/Leon

if i never see all my dreams come true, the one that mattered the most was you | 5,9k |  Chris enlists Leon’s help on a mission as a clever ruse to make the man take a break he so obviously needs. 

and I don't want to know how slow the time must flow | 11,1k | Chris and Leon try to fight their way out of a castle and feelings take over.

you are my heart, you are my home | 3,2k | Chris is sick, and he’s being extra dramatic about it.

from the gates of longing | 5,5k | Chris volunteers to take Leon home, but ends up getting a lot more than he bargained for.

how to accidentally get adopted - a guide by Piers Nivans | 2,3k | Piers accidentally keeps calling Chris dad, and Chris and Leon sort of unofficially adopt him.

right here by your side | 1,9k | When Chris shows up to check up on Leon, four days into his self-imposed flu-exile, at first Leon wants to just throw him out. But then it turns into a relationship-building moment and suddenly he can’t mind all that much.

about time | 1,8k | Leon is freezing. Chris warms him up.

yet you'll lose yourself in me | 3,3k | The one wherein Chris is generously proportioned and Leon kind of loves it. (whispers: size kink)

beyond tomorrow | 1,7k | Leon ends up in the hospital after a mission, Chris hurries to see if he’s okay. Claire is already there.

look at those heart-eyes | 180w | Quickly Chris shook his head, reluctantly pulling his attention away from Leon.

there’s a cat in the sink | 220w | “There’s a cat in the sink, and we don’t own a cat.”

from the future | 300w | It’s 1998 and Leon comes face to face with himself, from 2017.

surprise redfield | 250w | “Don’t worry,“ Chris says, nonchalantly as if it’s an everyday occurrence that he’s standing in Leon’s kitchen.

need this feeling to last (there's no denying) | 2,4k | “Why don’t you fuck me yourself, you coward!“

something solid, something good | 520w | Chris was so warm, and that together with all the glorious skin-on-skin contact made Leon happily sink back into the embrace.

come closer | 520w | Leon is done with Chris being so careful around him.  

your arms around me | 690w | Chris woke up cold and alone.  

a needed break | 440w | Sometimes Chris got so single-mindedly stuck on a task that he forgot everything around himself.

the iron maiden | 820w | Suddenly it was hard to breathe, like he couldn’t fill his lungs with oxygen no matter how much he tried, to the point that his vision started to get blurry. 

robin hood: chris in tights | 480w | Chris’ face was twisted into a theatrical grimace as he tugged a little on the green tights we was wearing. They were like painted on and although he didn’t really have body issues in general, he couldn’t help but feel self-conscious about it.

luckless romance | 4,0k | Leon and Chris turn a drunken argument into something better. (Please note: The link takes you to the last part of six.) 

take my hand | 920w | The worst part, by far, is not seeing anything. There are sounds, people talking like he isn’t even in the room, machines beeping and doors opening, quick busy steps against the floor.

let me take you to the edge of the stars and back again | 3,0k | Chris takes his sweet, sweet time before he gives Leon what he wants.

I’m going to seduce you | 1,1k | Jesus Christ, they’d had sex. Leon groaned again, this time less because of the headache and more because he felt so unbearably dumb. He’d probably had the best sex of his life, and he couldn’t remember it.

a little help | 430w | Those fucking idiots, Claire thought for the millionth time, as she watched her brother give the biggest dumbest heart eyes at Leon, who was blissfully oblivious about everything going on around him.

the way to anyone’s heart (the answer is food, good food)  | 2,4k | Chris asks Leon to teach him how to cook. (Spoiler: Leon doesn't know how.)

oh the horror | 270w | “I seriously don’t understand why you want to watch this shit,” Leon groaned, pressing his face into Chris’ chest.

jealousy | 670w | Chris swallowed hard, downed the last of his beer, and took the leap. “I’m jealous okay.”

twist me up | 510w | Sure Chris had always known that Leon was flexible. Sure he had seen him even do these weird-ass yoga poses more than once. There was nothing new to it.

meet the parents | 600w | Leon brings Chris home for Christmas.

precious cargo | 930w | Chris lugs Leon around like luggage.

it's always been you | 870w  | The hardest thing for Leon was when someone he cared about was in danger but there was nothing he could do about it. And then Chris fell into a ravine.

come away with me (to another world) | 2,0k | Leon finally gets a vacation.

first time sucker | 930w | “I don’t know, because it’s fun?” Leon said. “I promise you, you’re missing out.”

read my scars | 1,9k | Chris learns about Leon's scars.

battered and bruised | 650w | Ignoring the bruises and scrapes he had, Chris turned around and sprinted towards Leon, gritting his teeth against the strain moving put on his side.

a different kind of proposal | 500w | “If you keep fucking me this good,“ he breathed out, unsure if Chris even heard the words, “I’ll have to marry you.“

welcome home | 370w | The door had barely fallen shut behind Chris when Leon was in his personal space, grabbing him by the lapels of the trench coat he was wearing so he could pull him in close for a kiss.

I’d always choose you | 280w | Ada was something they didn’t talk about. When someone, anyone, brought her up Leon clammed up and changed the subject. And Chris had tried to be understanding, had tried to be patient, had tried his very best to respect Leon’s boundaries with this. But Chris was only human.

fuck or die | 1,7k | Chris gets hit by a weird plant, and his hard-on just will not go down. Until Leon takes matters into his hands.

i need a hug | 470w | “I think,“ Leon sighed, but then it was like all fight bled from him and he slumped a little forward. “I need a hug.“

oh no there’s only one bed | 990w | “Don’t be ridiculous. It’s just one night. I’m sure you’ve slept with worse persons than me.”

the butt that became a pillow | 420w | Chris falls asleep on Leon.

like father like son | 2,8k | Leon finds out he has a son.

monster magnet | 1,1k | Leon didn’t know when it had become something he recognized so easily. When had it become so normal for mutated creatures to look at him with such unadulterated lust.

please be okay | 620w | Leon faints from sheer exhaustion. 

like father like... grandson? | 4,1k | Liam proposes to a girl but ends up with Piers anyway. Chris and Leon are the friendly neighborhood grandpas. Their grandson is adorable, and Leon thinks he takes after him. Obviously. (feat. Piers/OMC)

black lace | 790w | Chris gets to come home to Leon in thigh high black lacy stockings and matching lingerie, instantly sending Chris’ brains into an overdrive.

at least let me help | 790w | Leon opens the door an inch, Chris uses the given opportunity to slam it wide open. Metaphorically speaking.

bridal style | 200w | Leon refuses the medical check up. So Chris carries him.

dance with me | 1,0k | Wedding planning with two schmoopy idiots in love.

drunken cravings | 480w | Chris and Leon are drunk, hungry, and incapable of cooking.

blow me | 650w | Chris gets his brains sucked out through his dick.

Claire knows best | 610w | Chris tries to set Leon up with Claire. Then Claire does set Leon up with Chris.

chase the demons away | 940w | Chris struggles with nightmares, Leon is there to hold him through them.

dance me to the end of love | 550w | Leon struggles to learn to dance.

Piers/Leon, Chris/Leon

fate changed (we keep loving as if the story isn't over yet) | 34,3k | In hindsight, Leon knew the second he opened the door and saw Chris standing there, dressed in his service uniform, mouth pinched to a grim line and unable to meet Leon’s gaze straight. There was only one logical reason for it, only one way to explain why he was standing there like he would rather be anywhere else, and Leon almost slammed the door right in his face. --  Or the one wherein no one really knows how to handle their grief, but somehow life goes on anyway. (I’m still so proud of this one negl)

Chris/Leon/Krauser

hearts beating fast (let's make this moment last) | 5,7k | Chris gets invited in for a threesome. The clever thing would’ve been to refuse, knowing his unrequited, helpless feelings. But then again, he’s just a man.

OT3

double the fun | 3,1k | Truthfully, Leon hadn’t thought his day could get this much better. Everything had gone wrong from the second he’d woken up and he’d already written the day off entirely, until the moment Chris had looked him dead in the eye and asked “How do you feel about two at once?”

of cuddles and blanket forts | 620w | Piers and Leon build a blanket fort. Chris would think they’re idiots, but they might actually be kind of brilliant.

hair straightener or waffle iron? | 310w | Chris and Piers break Leon’s hair straightener.

the last piece of the puzzle | 2,7k | The one wherein two becomes three.

not alone | 2,3k | Completely on accident, Piers and Chris happen to be there to save Leon from a tight spot. Cuddles ensue.

Krauser/Leon

drive me crazy (your eyes made me crave for this) | 2,3k | It was the best sex Krauser had ever had in his life. That’s why he kept coming back to Leon, kept saying ‘yes’ every single time the man as much as hinted that he might be up for meeting. He was getting off, and he was enjoying every second of it, and that was the extent of it. There certainly weren’t any feelings involved. None. None at all. 

enjoying the view | 200w | Krauser likes ass-watching.

carry me to bed | 440w | Slowly Leon was coming back to his senses. Sweat was cooling on his skin, the hard surface of the table underneath him starting to feel uncomfortable.  

and I lied that we would be fine | 1,1k | Leon knows he isn’t supposed to be doing this. There’s a vague recollection of something more important, something he should be focusing on, but the vast majority of his world has narrowed down onto the slick slide of their bodies, on the cheap scratchy sheets on his skin, on the sound of Krauser’s voice in his ear, and he can’t bring himself to care.

yet never enough | 1,9k | Krauser likes mirrors.

of wanting | 400w | Leon’s laughter echoed in the room as Krauser pinned him against the wall, before shutting him up with a ravenous kiss.

better with you | 590w | Despite knowing Krauser had his back, Leon was genuinely surprised when the man sat down right next to him instead of telling him to suck it up and get moving.

breakfast | 530w | Lately things had slowly begun to shift. And Leon wasn’t sure yet what was going on. Or how he felt about it.

kill me now | 900w | It was more than clear how much Krauser enjoyed their frantic attempts to kill one another, and Leon’s traitorous body shivered in response, the memory of times long gone returning like no time had passed at all.

lust that I've already spilled | 1,4k | “C’mon, Leon,” Krauser taunted, grinning as widened his stance. “This cock isn’t gonna suck itself.”

will you just look at me | 650w | Krauser refuses to do feelings.

Wesker/Chris

I am the light that shall lead you to darkness | 1,8k | In all honesty, Chris wasn’t entirely sure how he’d ended up here: a panting mess, bent over a massive wooden table with Wesker holding him down laughably easily. 

the light to drown in darkness | 2,0k | Wesker craves Chris. So Wesker takes Chris.

love-hate-(obsession?) | 470w | Wesker is a lovesick fool. If he wasn’t also a homicidal maniac, Jill would almost feel sorry for him.

[thebibliosphere]

Oh! Your voice is lovely. This whole real vs telephone voice has me confused. Like normally you speak with your accent, no? I mean with ETD, friends or around the house. I think my confusion comes from when do you use your "telephone" voice and why. Literally when speaking through the phone? All the time in USA? Only in professional settings? (If it's the last I find myself indignant why would your scottish accent be any less professional than a british one).

So when I was a kid, like really, really young, I got sent to elocution lessons. The aim of this was to help me have a more “neutral” accent, to increase my chances of getting a better job as an adult. This was something my parents felt was necessary based on their own experienced discrimination of being working class and Scottish while growing up in the 50s, 60s, and 70s. And tbh, it was still a thing when I was in school, and teachers would yell at us for “not speaking properly” whenever we spoke in Scots, instead of “pure” English. Which meant I wound up speaking what many people would consider to be Queen’s English at school, and Scots at home with my parents and friends. And even then my mother would tell me “don’t use slang”, because it was so ingrained in her from her childhood that her own language and dialect was a lesser form of communication than “Proper English”.

Basically, my parents didn’t want me to sound like them because of all the shit they had to deal with, so instead, I ended up with this carefully curated Scots/British accent that could be thinned out at will, depending on who I was talking to. It also turned me into a fairly good mimic, meaning I can pretty much pass for wherever I am currently living, and get by without anyone ever knowing I’m actually Scottish.

And I never really thought about it as being a problem until after I graduated university and got my career job with the publishing house, which was in England, and required me to do a lot of conference calls... and they started referring to me as “their civilized Scot”.

“You know we had our concerns about you, but you hardly sound Scottish at all!”

“You speak so clearly for someone from the North!”

“Oh, it’s a Scottish romance? Great we have someone who speaks Scots on the team, yea don’t worry, you’ll be able to understand her.”

Etc, etc, etc.

Needless to say, that was infuriating, but I was also in my early 20s, desperate to keep my first career job, and didn’t know how to stand up for myself. After all, it had been ingrained in me from early childhood that my accent was something lower class and shameful. It made me sound uneducated and no one would want to hire me, which I am sad to say, this was not my only experience with this kind of discrimination. Which all things considered, is a minor thing in comparison to the wider scope of racism, bigotry, and xenophobia experienced by others. But it was still a thing I was very much aware of, and extremely resentful when prospective employers pulled out the whole, “you speak so clearly” line. Never happened in any of my service sector jobs, but anything to do with academia and editing? Yeah, some British git commending me on my grasp of the Queen’s language was pretty much guaranteed. Which is funny, because it’s now been deemed one of the best accents to use for telemarketing because people think of it as “friendly”. Wild how times change.

And then I moved to the US, and my daily exposure to Scots went from every day to virtually zilch, and I became even more aware of my accent making me a target for a different brand of weirdness. Namely the “oh is that Irish? I love Irish, I’m actually Irish on my mother’s side, I’m probably more Irish than you!”

“Oh, I love Braveheart! Have you seen Braveheart, do you have television back home?” (Cause y’know, Scotland is stuck in a mysterious time warp where everyone walks around with a kilt and a sword, dontcherknow.)

And so on so forth. Plus it gets pretty tiring being told all the time “say this word”, just so people can laugh at your accent and make a comment about how they don’t understand you. So I pretty much just started using my “telephone” voice all the time to avoid those encounters.

So getting to use my real voice for a piece of vocal work when most people want the carefully curated British voice? Iconic, stunning, amazing. Let me roll my rrrrrrr’s and let the West Coast wash over my vowels and drag them to the depths of the ocean floor like an unsuspecting traveler led astray by the guile of unseelie kelpies. Love it.

Addendum: if anyone reblogs this with, “see the Scots/Irish are persecuted too!” commentary to defend your own racism and bigotry, you’re going to get my foot up your arse. Fair warning.

[musical-shit-show]

Two Sides: Chapter 1

Characters: Musical!Beetlejuice, Female!OC, Lydia Deetz, Barbara Maitland, Adam Maitland

Warnings: anxiety, alcohol mention, brief mention of death

Word Count: 1282

Author’s Note: Okay so I’m honestly really nervous about posting this fic, but I’ve been working on it for a few months now and have really been wanting to get back into writing, so here goes nothing. Please like and/or reblog if you like it, as well as send a message in my ask box if you have any comments! I really want to make some more friends in the Beetlejuice fandom, and seeing as I follow a fair number of blogs on here, I thought this would be a good way to do that! 

As for this chapter, it really is just setting up the relationship between my OC (Cassandra) and Lydia. It really only features these two characters, but I’ll be sure to post the next chapter in a few days. Also just a note that now that I’ve figured out a bit of how Tumblr works, I’ll be posting what kind of requests I will and will not take, as well as some writing prompts. Anyways, here’s my first chapter, I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1

Being invisible can be great. Anonymity in this day and age is a rare commodity, and one must seize it when presented. There’s something about sticking in headphones and disappearing into a crowd that can be so…liberating. Avoiding a random classmate from school year’s past can almost feel like a high, a small victory in the chaos of life.

Other times, being invisible was a curse. It sucked all of the life out of you until you were left with anger and sadness. Sometimes, you don’t feel anything. Invisibility meant no one saw you, the real you, and that left a sickening, empty void. Nothingness.

Cassandra Burke almost always experienced the latter feeling of invisibility. Aloneness, emptiness were sensations she felt on an almost daily basis. No matter how comfortable of a situation she found herself in, more often than not she would retreat from the spotlight. It was just easier to more dominant personalities take hold of the conversation, whether that be at work, a bar, or other social gatherings. Her anxiety often got the best of her, the fear of making one wrong remark blocking her from making very many real connections in this world.

Her best friend, Lydia Deetz, was the only one who ever saw her for who she was. In turn, Lydia felt the same way about Cassandra. Ever since they became roommates their sophomore year of college, the two became joined at the hip, able to understand and appreciate the differences between one another. Both girls had felt that level of isolation in their lives, (though through completely different circumstances), and they bonded instantly. The two fit together seamlessly, like pieces in a perfectly assembled puzzle.

Cassandra can still perfectly remember the night she met Lydia. It was her freshman year, and she had somehow managed to wind up at a disgustingly overpacked frat house on a chilly October evening. Not knowing a soul on campus, she was desperate to make new friends. However, what 18-year-old, fresh-out-of-high-school Cassandra had not realized is that a party filled to the brim with drunk college kids isn’t the best way to make lifelong friends to share all your hopes and dreams with.

Only fifteen minutes after arriving, she found herself pinned up against the wall, being crushed by a sea of people migrating slowly across the faux-wood flooring, which had grown sticky with spilled jungle juice. Cassandra felt a pang in her chest, a telltale sign that her anxiety was about to get the best of her. She clutched her small bag to her side, scanning the room for an exit strategy. If anyone even looked at her, she swore she’d die of embarrassment—

“Hey,” there was a sudden tap on her shoulder, “You wanna get the fuck out of here?”

Cassandra spun around, coming face-to-face with another girl. She stood a few inches taller than her, a short black dress clinging to her thin frame. The taller girl also sported a short black bob, heavy eye makeup, and a camera that hung around her neck. Cassandra leaned in closer, unable to fully make out what the girl was saying over the thumping bass of the indistinct techno song that was blaring from the speakers.

“Sorry, uh, what?”

“You look miserable,” the girl said louder, “I am too. Wanna leave?”

Cassandra felt a wave of relief crash over her. She nodded, and within five minutes, the two girls were hastily walking down the sidewalk, their breath visible in the cool evening air.

“So, wanna go downtown and people watch all the drunk idiots out tonight?” the dark-haired girl said, her eyes shining mischievously in the moonlight, “Sometimes if they’re being particularly obnoxious, I like to pretend to hex them so they get all freaked out and leave me alone.” Cassandra stared blankly at the other girl, deciding if she was serious or just messing with her. She extended her arm, “I’m Lydia, by the way. Lydia Deetz.”

“Cassandra,” she responded, gripping Lydia’s hand, “My friends back home called me Cassie. Or Cass.” She smiled sadly, suddenly remembering how lonely she was. Lydia nudged her out of her reverie, a small grin etched upon her face.

“Well, I like all three of those names,” Lydia remarked, strutting confidently down the sidewalk farther towards the edge of campus, “So, you down to scare some inebriated assholes?” After a moment, Cassandra nodded, and the two girls spent the entire night laughing and talking about their lives. Not soon after, they became practically inseparable.

That was five years ago. Now, they were still living together, trading their dorm room for a shoebox apartment in New York City, from which Lydia originally hailed. It was nice. Cassandra was lucky to have Lydia, especially given that her black-haired friend was far more popular than her in their college years. Sure, she was a bit strange, but people at school really took to her. Meanwhile, Cassandra struggled to open up to her schoolmates, leaving her to fade in the background over the past few years.

“Hey Cass!” Lydia called from their shared bedroom, “Have you seen my camera?” Having gained a bachelor’s degree in photography, Lydia had taken thousands of pictures in Cassandra’s presence. Now, she had a desk job at an editorial magazine, and shot photos in her spare time to expand her portfolio.

Cassandra furrowed her brow, searching her memory. “Uh, I think I saw it underneath your bed?” she called back, uncertain of the whereabouts of one of her roommate’s prized possessions. For all the wit she had, Lydia could be incredibly forgetful at times. Seconds later, she heard a triumphant cry from the other room. Cassandra let a small smile flicker across her face.

“Found it!” Lydia said, emerging from their room. She slung the strap of the expensive Nikon around her small frame, “I don’t know what I’d do without this over the weekend.”

Lydia frequented her old house in Connecticut every few weekends. Though she lived there during her high school years, her dad and stepmom had moved back to the city, leaving the house to her aunt and uncle. Cassandra didn’t know much about them, except their names – Barbara and Adam – and that they were incredibly kindhearted people.

Cassandra’s eyes flickered between the grad school application she was finishing and her best friend fiddling with her camera. What she’d give to have a weekend out of the city. She was certain Connecticut in the fall was spectacularly beautiful, but there was work to be done, and more importantly, Lydia had never offered an invitation.

She found this odd, but Cassandra knew how secretive she was about her family. The only relative she ever talked about at length was her mom, who had died when Lydia was in her early teenage years. Why she never really talked about anyone else was beyond Cassandra, but she had just shrugged it off. If Lydia wanted to be private about that aspect of her life, who was she to pry?

She had been so lost in thought that she didn’t notice Lydia staring at her. “What?” Cassandra asked innocently, blinking a few times in confusion. Lydia crossed her arms across her black top, smirking. Lydia was incredibly perceptive when it came to her best friend, and could almost read her mind at times.

“What are you doing this weekend?” she asked, quirking an eyebrow upward. Cassandra exhaled, wracking her brain for any plans she had potentially made. Of course, there were none.

“Nothing.”

“Good, you’re coming with me,” Lydia replied, a playful smile dancing across her lips, “I think it’s finally time for you to meet Adam and Barbara.”

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And that’s the end of Chapter 1! Like I said, I’ve been terrified about posting this, so if you liked the first chapter, like and/or reblog! Thanks!

[browneyedhimbo]

I made it to 400 followers!! Again, I'm so grateful for each and every single one of you! I never thought I'd make it this far if I'm being honest. So THANK YOU and I LOVE YOU!!! ❤❤❤❤❤ To celebrate I thought I'd make a little writing challenge. You don't have to participate but I'd be awesome if you did! 

Rules (please read them all)

You don’t have to be following me, but that'd be very cool

Please reblog to help signal boost

Send me an ask or a message with which prompt you want along with the character. You can have AS MANY PROMPTS AS YOU WANT AS LONG AS YOU DO THEM ALL! (The same prompt can be used only twice) 

Tag: #Mels400challenge and @criminal-cookies

You can write for ANY Marvel, Star Wars, or Sherlock character as well as Actors/Celebrities

It can be any type of fic; social media au, drabble, oneshot, series etc (if it’s multiple parts/series it does NOT need to be fully completed by then, it just need to be submitted and in progress by then)

You can interpret the songs however you like (lyrics and/or tone)

Please let’s keep this APPROPRIATE (i.e nothing underage, derogatory, against will, inc*st, p*do etc) (I’m open to nsfw but please tag to warn people)

Add read more if it’s longer than 500 words please

Please tag accordingly and use trigger warnings!

Due date will be Cinco de Mayo, May 5th (fair amount of time so l can read them all)

If you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to ask me or send me a message!!

For this challenge, because I’m latina and the due date will be Cinco de Mayo, if you would like to write in Spanish or incorporate anything of the hispainc culture I’m 100% okay and open with this!! Some songs might be in spanish (most of what I listen to lol) so if you would like to use the translation of english I’m all for it!

Dialogue Prompts:

“Well this didn’t turn out the way it was supposed to.” “You think?” (@aesthetical-bucky​ w/Bucky)

“Surprise, I have feelings and you just hurt them.” (@mushyjellybeans w/Bucky)

“If I tell you I love you will you make me pancakes?”

“Baby, please tell me you can explain why there is a hole through the window.” (@nekoannie-chan​ w/Steve or Rumlow) (@itsunclebucky​ w/Bucky)

“I hate that I still love you.”

“My biggest regret was loving you.” (@letstalkaboutsebbaby​ w/Bucky) (@asadmarveltrashbag​ w/Bucky)

“I wish I was wrong about you, but I’m not. I never am. Not when it comes to you. You haven’t changed at all. You never do.” (@constantaking​ w/Bucky)

“Donde hay humo, hay fuego.” “English.” “Where’s there’s smoke, there’s a fire. In this case, right behind you.”

“En boca cerrada no entran moscas.”

“Échale ganas.” “What?” “I can’t translate that.” (@godofplumsandthunder​ w/Bucky)

“There’s nothing sexier than a bomb suit, let’s be honest.”

“STOP BEING SO CUTE, IT’S NOT FAIR!”

“Hi, I’ve been subtle at hinting that I want your attention all day and you haven’t noticed once and now I’m pissed.”

“I’ll always be here for you.” (@disaffectedbarnes​ w/Bucky)

“I desperately want to take you out for dinner and slow dance with you until the sun comes up, but I also want to grip your hair as I watch you writhing underneath me.” (@yougottakeeponkeepinon​ w/Pietro)

“Every time I look at you, I think I fall a little more in love.” (@justmebeingtheweirdmeiam​ w/Surprise)

“You’re the only person I’ve ever actually wanted to spent the rest of my life with.”

“Don’t tell me you love me unless you mean it.” (@imma-new-soul​ w/Bucky)

“Is this movie too scary for you? You said the only things that scare you are capitalism and something called Mothman, which I’ve told you thousands of times does not actually exist.” (@tenderlybarnes​ w/PeterxMj)

“I’m getting a divorce” “WE’RE NOT EVEN MARRIED.” “How would you know?”

Movie Quote Prompts:

“No, (name), you are under arrest for being a complete and total fuckhead.” -Mac, Super Troopers

“Do I look like a cat to you boy? Am I jumpin' around all nimbly bimbly from tree to tree? Am I drinking milk from a saucer? DO YOU SEE ME EATING MICE?” -Foster, Super Troopers (@becausewhyknotme​ w/Sam)

“I live my life a quarter mile at a time. Nothing else matters: not the mortgage, not the store, not my team and all their bullshit. For those ten seconds or less, I'm free.” -Dom, The Fast and Furious

“We just went from the middle of the ‘most wanted’ list to the very top.” -Brian, Fast Five

“We have a hulk.” -Tony, The Avengers

“I’m with you til the end of the line.” -Bucky, CATWS

“Anybody on our side hiding any shocking and fantastic abilities they’d like to disclose? I’m open to suggestions.” -Tony, CACW

“I get emails from a raccoon, so nothing sounds crazy.” -Natasha, Avengers Endgame

“An idea is like a virus. Resilient. Highly contagious. And even the smallest seed of an idea can grow. It can grow to define or destroy you.” - Cobb, Inception

“You mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger darling.” -Eames, Inception

Tagging who might be interested: @becausewhyknotme @katbtracy @imma-new-soul @justmebeingtheweirdmeiam @officialtonystarkprotectionsquad @theladyoffangorn @itsunclebucky @mushyjellybeans @writing-for-hours-on-end  @this-kitten-is-smitten @aesthetical-bucky @agentpeggybarnes​ @fangirl-introvert @ninjabucky @cosmicbucky  @wemisshim3000 @dianadov @nerdy-bookworm-1998 @ilovetomatoes3000 @sebbbystaaan @disaffectedbarnes @heyiamthatbitch @asadmarveltrashbag @thorfanficwriter @i-burnt-the-pages @babiiface95​ @letstalkaboutsebbaby​ @mypassionsarenysins​

[king-paimon]

HNK Opinion: Defending the Earth gems

This has been a post that I’d been meaning to post for a good, long while and because the new chapter is supposedly focusing on the earth gems, I thought now would be a good time to post it, especially since the chapter will be popping up soon. This post was constructed BEFORE the Chapter 83 leak, so there won’t be any information from that chapter here.

Warning: This post contains opinions and critiques that may be very different from most in the HnK fandom, especially regarding the earth gems and their currently destroyed relationship with Phos. I know some will strongly disagree with me and I hope I won’t upset you too much with what I have to say. I promise, I’m not looking for a fight; I just want to give my honest thoughts about these characters as well as how I feel about the fandom’s treatment towards them thus far. I was honestly debating on whether to post this for a long time because I was scared of any backlash...But you know what? I’m going for it.This will be another really long post. If you want to comment or discuss anything in this post, feel free to reblog, comment, or even send an ask. I’d love to have a conversation about this. Again, hopefully I won’t make too many people upset. And sorry for my messy formatting again; I’m not very confident in my writing skills. Anyways, here we GO!

I must first say that these thoughts have been festering in my mind for a while, especially after noticing many posts about the growing hatred towards the earth gems, especially in the most recent chapters. Some people being angry at them for not listening to Phos, fighting him, shattering him, and in the latest chapters, chasing Phos down like an animal. So… yeah, I can see why they’re getting a lot of hate. But, in my opinion, this isn’t fair to them.

I want to make it clear that I don’t think that the earth gems are completely in the right for all of their actions, but I also don’t think they’re in the wrong. Simply based from what happened in the story from the earth gems’ perspective, especially their interactions with Phos ever since he first came back from the moon, most of their actions and shifted attitude towards Phos is justifiable. (With emphasis on most)

Burnt bridges: The destroyed relationship between Phos and the earth gems

Recall what happened the first two times that Phos came back from the moon but see if from the earth gems’ perspective:

The first time: Phos convinces (or to not sugarcoat: manipulates) a good handful of the gems to go with him to the moon, a place where many of their other comrades had been taken and had not come back. Most of the gems already had their own reasons for wanting to go to the moon, save for Padparadscha and Cairgorm, and Phos intentionally feed into their curiosity to get them to go with him. (Chapter 60, page 13; Chapter 65, page 04) Other than his one-sided confrontation with Adamant, I’m pretty sure he didn’t tell the full truth behind his actions to the other gems: he just gave his selected few bait that would influence them to come with him to the moon. And though he did do it for their benefit (or so he wants to believe), the main drive behind this act to get a reaction from Adamant for Aechmea. Some of the earth gems were already wary of Phos because of how he was acting but this main act sealed how most of the earth gems would see Phos from then on: a wolf in sheep’s clothing. (or: a Lunarian in gem clothing, though it’s literally the other way around… I hope you get what I mean)

(Chapter 60, page 13)

(Chapter 65, page 04)

The second time: Phos comes back with clear stated intentions of ‘breaking’ Adamant. Throughout the two chapters, Phos repeatedly tells the gems that Adamant was just ‘a broken machine’ who didn’t truly care about them and that dealing with him and for the other gems to change ‘was for their own good.’  

(Chapter 69, page 19)

(Page 70, page 09)

So, at least to me, it made sense that the earth gems would be reacted the way that they did. However, I’ll give credit to Phos for actually speaking some of the truth behind his actions, though Bort refused to listen.  

(Chapter 70, page 07)

But honestly, after what he did the first visit he came back, why would Bort believe Phos? This information was coming from Phos after all, and he’s now known by the others for his manipulating skills and is believed to be corrupted by the Lunarians and his own weak will (according to Bort), so why should they trust what he’s saying? Sure, Adamant advocated for Phos and pleaded with the earth gems to go to the moon, but besides seeing Padparadscha move again though was described as also being ‘nuts’ and possibly also ‘corrupted’, they still don’t have reason to believe going to the moon is a good idea. And as far as they’ve seen, Phos’s actions seemed to benefit the Lunarians more than them.

Maybe if Phos told them all of this instead of taking the others to the moon, maybe the gems would’ve been more willing to believe him?  But after all that had happened thus far, I think that ship had sailed, for this event just further cemented the distrust the earth gems had with Phos. At least Euclase seems to be one of the very few who’s still interested in salvaging the relationship, whether it’s because he does want the relationship back or use it to figure out what exactly was going on with Phos and the other moon gems.

The third time: I think it was at this point of the story that I started seeing parts of the fandom strongly disliking the earth gems, and while I totally understand where they’re coming from, I strongly don’t agree. Yes, this time Phos came back with intentions to just talk, to possible negotiate with Adamant and the other gems and yes, it would have been nice to have the earth gems listen to what Phos had to say. But really… after what happened the last two times he came back and after seeing how the earth gems were processing everything, why would anyone think that the earth gems welcome Phos back with open arms? Other than Euclase and maybe Cinnabar, the kinship the others once felt for Phos is gone.

The other part of these chapters that generated a lot of anger towards the earth gems was the shattering of Phos. Again, I understand the anger but this action, in my opinion, is also reasonable if you look at what happened from their perspective. We as the readers assume that Phos reaching out towards Adamant at the end of chapter 77 was a desperate, pleading gesture. (Chapter 77, page 18) But from the earth gems perspective, this was another act of aggression. Remember, the gems have already witnessed Phos act aggressively towards Adamant multiple times both before and after he went to the moon, and the gems knew that Phos had ill intentions for Adamant the last time came back, hence why they not only hid Adamant but fought Phos. With that in mind, the earth gems simply acted accordingly by continuing to protect Adamant from Phos. (Also, it’s kind of hard to tell how fast those alloy tentacles were moving. Based on how the page was laid out, it could’ve been a slow movement, but it could’ve been a fast one, too. If it was a fast motion, then it would also make sense why the gems quickly threw their weapons at Phos.) And I’m sure that this engrained perception of Phos has been further strengthened after the gems clearly witness Phos attacking Adamant after the 200-year skip in chapters 79 and 80. Again, from their perspective, they see Phos attacking and they acted accordingly.

So, after all of this, what does Phos’s track record look like in the eyes of the earth gems:

Phos broke the trust of his fellow gems

Phos manipulated most of the susceptible gems with half-truth/empty promises for better things, and he took most of them to the moon, the final resting place of past gems

Phos was willing to attack Adamant or the other gems, almost remorselessly

And though Phos may try to convince them, as well as himself, that he did these things for the greater good of all of them, these were still some very shady things that he did. So much so that if the manga was solely from the perspective of the earth gems, Phos would be painted as the villain of the story.

(Chapter 60, page 15)

Speaking of villains, I can’t help but feel like some of these facts parallel with another certain character…

(I don’t care what chapter/page I got this from. He’s always look like he’s up to something bad)

Ok... I admit. This is a bit of a stretch and I’m looking too much into this, but I can’t help but see some parallels between them, mainly with how they manipulate others for personal gain, though Aechmea is still clearly the worse and Phos is simply a poor victim of his influence who seems to get the worse out of it and currently, it doesn’t look like Phos will get out of his grasp anytime soon.

I sincerely hope someone can snap him out of it before it’s truly too late.  

My thoughts of the Fandom’s attitude towards the earth gems:

I am going to be a little heated in this section. I promise I’m not attacking anyone in particular: I’m just… really slight irritated by this certain idea that I’ve seen circulating for a while.

As mentioned before, I noticed some anger or rather frustration from the fandom towards the earth gems through chapters 70-82. So based off these past actions, was it really surprising that most the earth gems weren’t too willing to listen to Phos after he comes back a third time? I know several readers have stated that “The earth gems should have listened to what Phos had to say! They’re being unfair to Phos!” I think it was comments like this that sort of rubbed me the wrong way. 

Given the limited understanding that the earth gems have of the situation and Phos’s past actions, what sort of reaction were you guys hoping for, exactly? I’m honestly curious. After everything that they have experienced with Phos, would you expect them to just be like this?:

“Oh, hi Phos? Welcome back! I know the last time you were here, not only did you lie to us repeatedly but you also took some of our family to the moon to then come back again to ‘break’ Adamant, while telling us that you did it ‘for our own good’ without a proper explanation... but that’s water under the bridge! I’ll totally listen to what you have to say and not think that it was influenced by the Lunarians, who have taken most of our loved ones away to never be seen again!”

Ok... that was harsh of me to say or mock and I’m truly sorry to anyone that I might’ve offended but this is how I feel about this mentality.  I just don’t understand why some readers thought the earth gems would just listen to what Phos had to say after everything that happened or why they would be angry that they didn’t. Maybe I’m missing something... 

This is an honest question to anyone who reads this: What was the scenario you were hoping for upon Phos’ return? And if you were in the earth gems shoes, how would you’ve reacted? I personally can’t picture Chapter 79 and 80 go in any other direction given everything else that happened up till that point.

If things had played out differently, maybe the end result would’ve been less... harsh. Maybe if Phos was more honest with all of them when he first came back from the moon, maybe they would’ve believed more. But I know, considering the circumstances before then, specifically Adamant being elusive and not forthcoming himself, I see why Phos made his decisions, even though a lot of them were not morally good. If only they were freakn’ honest with each other, Phos and the others  But it’s too late now. Whether he intended to or not, he successfully burned bridges and when he tried to erect them back up, the earth gems tore them back down. You reap what you sow. And now Phos is in the worst mindset and I’m . Again, unlike many in the fandom, whether joking or not, I really don’t want this to lead to Phos truly going berserk and destroying the other gems. That would break my heart more than it already has and I can only imagine how Phos would feel afterwards.

Final words:

I realize that what I’ve said probably won’t sit well with some fans and they will likely disagree with me, but that’s fine. Like I said before, I didn’t intend on picking a fight with anyone and really hope didn’t offend anyone too much.  To the critics of the earth gems, even though I may disagree with you, I still respect your opinions. I just felt the need to defend the earth gems because I felt they were getting very little support for a while. Again, I’m not saying that the earth gems were completely in right nor Phos deserved what happened to him.  I am saying that I can at least understand why they acted the way that they did, just like Phos, and I just personally felt it’s unfair that they are detested for their actions while Phos doesn’t seem to get a lot of criticism for his actions. 

Maybe the new chapter will change the tune of some of the earth gems’ harsher critics, maybe it won’t. Maybe it’ll even have me change my stance on them a bit. We’ll have to wait and see I guess.

I’m nervous and excited to see what’ll happen next. But regardless of what happens, I do still hope in the end that the gems, including Phos, will come back together somehow and have a true happy ending. (Not in the morbid way, please? No turning everyone into dust or incorporating them into Phos’s broken body. Please no. Haruko Ichikawa I beg you.)

Until then…someone give that gem a hug! Please?

[myriadimagines]

Promise

Marvel (The MCU) One Shot

Pairing: Reader x Peter Parker

Other Characters: May Parker

Warnings: mentions of family abuse and mild gun violence

Requester: anonymous

Request: “Can I get a Peter Parker x Male!Reader one-shot where the Reader is one of Peter’s best friends and knows of the latter’s Spider-Man persona. The M!Reader has been going behind his friend’s back to steal money so that he doesn’t live on the streets anymore unbeknownst to Peter. Peter finds out when he catches wind of the bank the Male Reader is robbing and realizes that his best friend is doing all this because the latter is homeless. Fluffy ending pls”

Word Count: 2,253

A/N: I am very proud of myself for not procrastinating this one at all I managed to get it done in one go, I hope it’s alright! Also ugH I was going through my one shots because I was worried I had used this title for another fic and I want to delete like 80% of my one shots they’re so BAD

please reblog/leave comments, they’re very much appreciated!

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“In most recent events, another bank on Jamaica Avenue was robbed last night, making this the fifth bank robbery in Queens in less than a month.”

Peter looks up at the small television in their living room, listening intently to the news broadcast between fighting May for the last dumpling from their Chinese takeout and picking through his carton of rice. May triumphantly waves the dumpling in Peter’s face, who is too distracted to snatch it from her, and May looks over at the news before frowning. 

“Nearby citizens heard gunshots, which they reported to the police. No one was hurt in the robbery, as the thief had disappeared long before police arrived to the scene of the crime.”

An image of the bank flashed onto the screen, a web of police tape covering the shattered glass door. Peter absentmindedly stabs his chopsticks into his food, mind already spinning as to how he can stop this before these crimes could very well escalate into something worse.

“An image of the suspect was caught before the security cameras were destroyed. A few eyewitnessed claimed the suspect to be a young male, possibly a teenager.”

A grainy image now appears, depicting an obscured figure wearing a dark hoodie with a large backpack. Peter squints his eyes, but it’s useless trying to see any distinguishable features to help him in the low quality picture. Sighing in defeat, Peter leans back on the couch just as May turns to him.

“You going to try and stop this, huh?” May asks, already knowing Peter’s determined expression well, the expression that says he’s set his mind on something and won’t stop until he fixes it. Peter nods, still trying to get used to the fact that May knows about his Spider-Man persona. Leaning towards him, she asks, “What are you going to do?”

“Probably just a stakeout.” Peter replies, words garbled as he shoves some rice into his mouth. “Whoever’s doing this robbed five banks in a really short span of time, so I’m guessing they’re desperate. It shouldn’t be long before they strike again.”

May nods in agreement. “Well, let me know when you go out.”

Peter grins at her. “But, in the meantime, since you look the last dumpling, I think it’s only fair I get the last piece of the chicken.”

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“God, English is so boring.” you groan, and Peter can’t help but laugh as the two of you trudge out of your last class of the day. The two of you stop by your adjoining lockers, shoving inside the books you don’t need as you continue, “And I am not looking forward to that stupid essay Mr. White assigned us.”

“Hey, we could meet up tomorrow to brainstorm.” Peter suggests, sliding his books into his backpack before zipping it up. Peter can’t help but notice the nervous expression that immediately crosses your face, and he pauses before adding, “We could go to my place, my aunt won’t mind, or I could go to your place, since I know you live kind of far away, and I don’t want to make you…”

“Uh, no, it’s okay.” you quickly interject, waving your hand as you slam your locker shut, jiggling the lock for good measure. Your force a smile as you look up at your best friend, hitching the straps of your backpack higher on your shoulders as you continue, “I’ll figure out a draft by myself. I’m kind of busy this weekend, anyway.”

“Oh, alright.” Peter replies, hiding his disappointment as the two of you begin walking down the hallway. Lowering his voice, and checking to make sure no one is around, Peter reveals, “I’m probably going to spend the weekend finding that bank robber.”

You immediately perk up, and your eyes dart around you. You had found out about Peter’s Spider-Man identity with Ned when the two of you were waiting for him to build the LEGO Death Star, and you were still in disbelief that your best friend was the famous Spider-Man. Rubbing the back of your neck, you whisper back, “How are you going to do that?”

“Probably just going to listen in to the NYPD radio, see if there’s anything going on, and maybe do a sweep of the neighborhood every couple hours.” Peter shrugs, and you nod along, perhaps a tad too enthusiastically. The two of you reach the street you normally diverge at, and as Peter begins to turn down his normal route, he pats your back and continues, “I’ll keep you updated!”

“Yeah!” you wave goodbye to him, your forced smile still plastered on your face as you watch him wave back before turning around. “Yeah, keep me updated.”

—

You sigh with relief as you find your stash of stolen cash still buried under the tree you had left it by last night. Piling the dirt on top of it again, smoothing it out under your dirty sneakers, you zip up your hoodie before pulling your tattered beanie over your face, peeking out of the holes you had crudely cut out.

You knew it was risky hitting another bank so soon to robbing one already, but now that you knew Peter was unknowingly on your case, you figured you had to rob as many as you could before Peter could stop you.

Pulling your phone out of your pocket, you scroll through your few contacts before you find Peter’s. Typing away, you text, any luck on the bank robber?

Peter Parker: nope. just did a sweep couple minutes ago, going to do one in a few hours after i finish all my math homework!!

You can’t help but smile to yourself before feeling a tinge of guilt. You hate hiding this from your best friend, hate lying right to his face about such a huge secret you don’t want to keep from him, but ever since your parents had kicked you out, you have been living on the streets struggling to keep afloat. You spend most of your nights between homeless shelters, if you’re lucky, or park benches. You’re always the first one at school, taking advantage of the gym showers or taking a nap on the library couches if you hadn’t gotten much sleep the night before. You make the most of school lunches, taking snacks whenever you can for later, and you’re trying your best to make the most of the situation.

But desperate times call for desperate measures, as cliché as it is, and you are in desperate need of money.

You keep your head down as you walk towards the next bank you’ve decided to target. It’s late, and you know at this time the streets are practically empty. You glance around, making sure you’re alone, before you smash a rock you had kept in your pocket against the glass. You don’t flinch as it shatters, gingerly stepping over the broken glass as you step inside. Looking around, you see a security camera in the corner, and you quickly duck your head. You make a beeline for the nearest ATM, and you set your backpack down, getting to work trying to break it open.

Meanwhile, Peter perches on the edge of his fire escape as he carefully listens for any report on a bank robbery on the NYPD radio, using technology Tony had given him. His math homework gets increasingly boring with each passing minute, and he’s eager to stop the bank robber. He quickly straightens upon hearing some officers being dispatched to check out a report of hearing someone breaking into a building, and he pulls on his mask as he swoops down to the address. It doesn’t take him long, the address being only a few blocks away, and Peter immediately goes on the defensive as he can see a figure still in the bank, urgently stuffing stacks of cash into their backpack. Somersaulting through the broken door, Peter lands on his feet as he pipes up, “I wonder what you’re going to spend all that money on.

Your heart immediately drops, and you snatch your gun from your waistband, whipping around to aim it at Peter. You’ve never used a gun on anyone, and you don’t plan to, but it’s an emergency measure. Your finger tightens around the trigger as Peter doesn’t react, even though you know you don’t have the strength to pull it on anyone, let alone your best friend, as you demand, “Peter, just back off, okay?”

“I-” Peter starts, before freezing upon hearing his name. Eyebrows furrowing, it suddenly hits Peter that he recognizes that voice, and he feels his heart breaking as he chokes out, “y/n?”

Your hands are shaking more violently now, anxiously gripping your backpack as you try and take a step towards the door. Shaking your head, you spit, “Stay back!”

Peter pulls off his mask, and the already intense situation becomes even harder as you’re forced to look directly into Peter’s eyes. Raising his hands in surrender, to show you that he won’t do anything to hurt you, Peter stammers, “Wh-why are you doing this, y/n?”

“I don’t have a choice, not after… not after my parents kicked me out.” it’s becoming harder to keep your tone steady, and Peter can hear the pain in your voice. Against your better judgement, you reach up to pull your own makeshift mask off, revealing your exhausted and terrified face. Peter can see how scared you are, can see the pain in your eyes as you keep your gun raised, and you continue, “I just… I don’t want to live on the streets anymore. I can’t.”

Peter’s heart drops to his stomach as he realizes how everything makes sense now. Your insistence on always walking home by yourself. How you recently always seem to avoid the topic of your family. The countless times Peter had caught you washing your clothes or showering in the gym early in the morning.

And now, Peter hates himself for not realizing what it all meant earlier.

“y/n, I’m sorry.” Peter steps towards you, ignoring the gun that remains aimed at him. “I- I’m so sorry, I would’ve helped you earlier if I had known.”

Gulping, Peter can see your expression falter as he dares to take another step closer. “But I know now, and I want to help you. But… but you need to let me, y/n, so please put the gun down.”

Your breath hitches, and time seems to slow as Peter waits for your next move. After what seems like an eternity, your trembling hand lowers the gun, much to Peter’s relief, and you defeatedly let it slide from your fingers and clatter against the floor. You can feel a strangled cry rising at the back of your throat, and you collapse against the wall before sinking to the floor. Peter hesitates, listening to you stifle your frustrated sobs as you bury your face in your hands, hating the fact that Peter is seeing you like this. This is a side of you, a horribly ugly, incredibly dark side of you that you hoped no one would see, especially your best friend. Finally, Peter cautiously approaches you, sitting beside you as you avoid eye contact, feeling caught in a mixture of embarrassment and shame as you mutter, “What now?”

“We should, uh, get going before the police arrive.” Peter replies, and your eyebrows furrow in confusion. “I’ll sort this out. I… I don’t know how, but I’ll think of something. In the meantime, we’re going back to my place, and you can stay with me and May. Our couch is pretty comfy, I nap there all the time afterschool, or I think we might have a spare mattress that we can drag into my room.”

You looked up at Peter, in complete disbelief. “Really?”

“Yeah.” Peter nods at you, no hesitation or doubt in his voice. He smiles reassuringly at you, and reaches out to squeeze your shoulder. “And y/n, you can stay as long as you want. We’re going to figure this out, okay?”

Tears prickle in your eyes, which you hastily rub away with the edge of your sleeve. You don’t deserve this, you think, you don’t deserve Peter’s kindness after you had just held him at gunpoint, don’t deserve Peter’s help to cover up your crimes. Shaking your head, you insist, “I- I can’t let you do this, Peter, not after what-”

“That wasn’t you, y/n.” Peter interjects, voice soft yet words firm. “I know you’re not a bad person, you’re just stuck in a bad situation. And like I said, we’ll fix this.”

The tension in your shoulders release, and a grateful smile appears on your face as you say, “Thanks, Peter.” 

Peter grins at you, giving you a little shake, before he pipes up, “Wait, on one condition.”

“No more bank robberies?” you reply sheepishly, and Peter lets out a soft chuckle. “Too soon?”

“Well, that too, but that’s not what I had in mind.” Peter leans closer to you. “If you ever need anything, you come to me, okay? I will always, always, be here for you, do you don’t need to hide anything from me. Promise?”

Gratitude blossoms in your chest, and you nod in response. Life truly wouldn’t be the same without having Peter in your life, and you can’t help but feel overwhelmed with appreciation for Peter always having your back. Placing a hand on Peter’s arm, you firmly reply, “Promise.”

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She Makes Me Sin - Chapter 18 (Role Reversal AU - Ben SoloxOC)

A/N:I apologize for my lack of posting. Kinda hurtled back down into the bad depression pit because of few life situations.  

Warnings: Threesome, Pure porn, Double penetration, Smut, Sex, Filth, Anal sex, Vagnial sex, Lube, Anal fingering, Dom/Sub relationships, M/M/F threesome, Begging, The second half of the chapter has some fluff if you squint, Hux is a third wheel

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Chapter 18

Cora’s P.O.V

Now that punishments were out of the way, we could finally move on to what I was most eager for. Playtime with both of my subs. Every dom’s dream. I had noticed the nervous glances they had given each other. “I want to both of you to fuck me,” I said matter of factly. Silence. And unreadable expressions. I glanced between them, waiting for one of them to say something. The person I was most worried about was Ben, he seemed off. Hesitant. More so than normal at least. I’d need to keep an eye on that and make sure it didn’t become a habit. Hux was the first to respond, but only because of A. how much trouble he was already in and B. because he was so desperate to cum. “Okay,” he simply responded.

Now it was all down to Ben. I could see he was having another inner conflict. I could be convincing. I went over to him and stroked his cheek, snapping him out of his thoughts. “If its too much for you tonight that’s okay, you can go back to your room and I’ll deal with Hux myself,” I spoke. Had I added the last bit on purpose? Yes. I knew both of them wanted to be better than the other. Ben wouldn’t turn me down now. “No, its fine. I was just thinking who would get what,” Ben replied. I smiled, that was a good thought. “Seeing as you’ve been such a good boy tonight I’ll let you pick,” I offered. Now it was Ben's turn to smile, it was his usual cocky smile. Ben kissed me hungrily, whilst his hands grabbed my ass through my dress. I guess I had my answer.

I kissed him back before taking one of his larger hands and bringing it to the zip at the front of my dress. He pulled it down before tugging the material off my body. I took off the rest of his clothes where they joined mine on the floor. I opened up one of the toy drawers looking for lube. Flavoured wouldn’t be necessary. I picked one out and handed it to Ben. He popped the cap and motioned for me to get on the bed. I obeyed his silent order, hovering above Hux on all fours. I leaned down, capturing his lips with mine. Hux tangled his fingers in my hair, pulling me down for more. Ben stood behind me, kissing his way down my spine. He pressed a wet finger at my other entrance, coating it in lube. Eventually he pushed the finger past the tight ring of muscle, starting to stretch me open.

Hux reached down and started rubbing my clit, distracting me from any discomfort I might feel. Ben quickly added a second finger, starting a scissoring motion. I whined, pressing myself back against Ben for more. I needed him to fill me. Hux pulled me down for another desperate kiss before his lips trailed down my cheek and my neck. Ben added a third and final finger, forcing a soft moan from me. Soon enough I was ready, and Ben coated his cock in lube. I slid myself down on to Hux, both of us moaning at the feeling. Before I could start a pace that would have the General writhing beneath me, Ben slowly pushed into my other entrance. He cursed at how tight I was around him. I’d never felt this full before, it was a new feeling but a good one.

I started to move, my pace slow for now as I got used to the feeling. Ben also started a slow pace, probably so he didn’t blow his load too quickly. All three of us soon moved in sync with each other, the room filled with the sound of moans, groans and skin on skin. For once I had no idea how I was going to last long. Both of them inside me and both of them touching me was almost too much to bear. Almost completely overwhelming. I leant back a little, turning my head to kiss Ben. His lips pressed against mine hungrily, his hair coming down to cover his eyes. I wrapped an arm around him, continuing to kiss him as if it were my only need. The kiss was hot and passionate, a lot of tongue and moaning. I felt myself becoming more drawn to Ben, forgetting all about Armitage beneath me.

“Mistress please, I can’t hold it back much longer,” Hux pleaded. That snapped me out of my thoughts a little. I forced myself to pull away from Ben as much as I didn’t want too. “You think you’ve earned it?” I asked. With that I purposefully clenched around him, making him whine and bite his lip. “Yes, p-please,” Hux whined. I leaned down, my lips inches from his. Ben gripped my hips, his pace picking up a little as if he wanted to make it difficult for me to speak. That cockiness was back. I bit my lip, taking a deep breath before I spoke. “Then cum for me,” I encouraged.

Seconds later Hux reached his climax with a loud cry of my name. I nipped at his bottom lip before returning to my original position. Hux reached between us, finding my clit. I moaned at the added contact and pleasure. Ben kissed and nipped at my neck, his nails digging into my hips. I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer. My orgasm soon crested and washed over me completely. I let out a string of curse words, both of them continuing to work me through it. Ben was the last to reach his climax, I was too tired to care that he hadn't asked for permission. The three of us collapsed next to each other on the bed, all exhausted but satisfied. Perhaps we could do this again sometime.

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Ben and I had been spending a lot of time together lately, it felt like we were growing close. I’d barely spent any time with Hux, part of me felt like I needed to, in order to keep things fair. The other part of me…couldn’t care less. I’d even started letting Ben stay in my bed for the night at times. It was nice sleeping next to him, having him in my arms where I could play with his hair as he fell asleep. He was always so happy to see me when I could spend time with him, it was sweet. But I suppose I still was the only human contact he had.

I decided that perhaps I should do something nice for Ben. Something that didn’t involve sex for once. Something normal. I don’t think he would be against dinner but a part of me felt like he might say no. I pushed my doubts to the back of mind, stopping my assault on the punching bag before me. I glanced over at him, watching as he did a set of push ups. It was taking a lot of self-control to not go over there and have him on the spot. Or maybe I could sit on his back whilst he did it, push his limits. “Ben?” I spoke, getting his attention. He stopped what he was doing, getting to his feet and giving me his full attention. He was looking at me, ready to hang on my every word.

“Did you wanna maybe have dinner tonight?” I asked. Ben thought about it for a moment, a smirk slowly spreading across his face. It seemed I was never going to beat that cockiness out of him. “Are you asking me out on a date?” He spoke. “It's not a date. You know where our relationship stands. I just thought because you’ve been so good lately we could do something nice together.” “Sounds like a date to me.” “You wish it was.” Ben stepped closer, wrapping an arm around my waist to pull me flush against his chest. I bit my lip, doing my best not to smile.

“What am I gonna wear? I don’t exactly have many nice clothes lying around,” Ben asked. “Who said you had to wear anything?” “Well as it’s a date, I wanna look nice for you.” “Ben, it’s not a date.” “Your smile says otherwise.” “Find something nice to wear and I’ll come and collect you tonight around seven.” “Your making me sound like a child.” “Well your very good at acting like one.” “Am not.” “Point proven.”

With that I detached myself from him and headed to the door of the training room. “Seven, if you’re not ready then there will be a punishment before dinner,” I said over my shoulder. “Yes ma’am.”

[mfackenthal]

The MFackenthal Show with Birthday Girl @lilyofchoices

banner by @whenyourheartskipsabeat

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Megs: Hello hello hello! Today is a very very very special day and I am so excited to announce my next guest.  Please give an extra special welcome to our birthday girl, Lily!

The crowd stands up and cheers as Lily comes from off stage, waves to the crowd and gives Megs a big hug!  When Lily sits down, the audience get quiet. 

Megs:  Wow!  Look at how you command this crowd, Lily.  This group loves you!  I cannot believe you have only been here since March.  

Lily: I know!  It feels like it has been so much longer. 

Megs:  So, how did you come up with your tumblr handle? 

Lily: I hate coming up with names and titles. They are the bane of my existence. Just ask any of my friends on tumblr I’m constantly asking them for help or whining at them. Thank the gods I have help. So my tumblr handle is super boring and unoriginal. It is my name (well one of my middle names) and I’m “of the choices fandom” so...of choices. Yeah, you can groan. It’s bad. I know.

Megs:  Are you really telling me, MFackenthal, that your handle is unoriginal?  

Lily: laughs 

Megs: Anyways, tell me, what brought you to the fandom? 

Lily: Well, I live for crazy and this site definitely delivers on that. Joking, kinda. In all honesty, I created that tumblr on a whim after I went looking for more fanfic to read.  I found @perriewinklenerdie @hopelessromantic1352 and @ahumanmishap and loved their writing.  Their writing inspired me to just go for it!   I created this blog just to post shit and geek out with myself about the newest chapter releases and share whatever fics I discovered. I never in a million years expected to find so many friends and awesome people.

Megs:  But find so many friends you did!  

Lily:  Yes, I did!  They’re all amazing. Well … takes calming breath I’ve had my fair share of disagreements in this fandom and while the haters are hard to deal with and they can get exhausting, they are far, FAR outnumbered by those in this fandom that are here to have fun and be crazy and silly and don’t care if your opinions differ from their own. I live for those types of beautiful people that make this fandom amazing! Plus have you seen the level of talent from the writers and artists in this fandom? I’m constantly in awe of them all.

Megs:  The talent amazes me every day!  Speaking of talent - what’s your favorite work that you have created? 

Lily: Damn girl. You are asking all the tough questions. Why ya gotta do that to me? 

Megs:  laughs and shrugs her shoulders  It’s kinda my job, girl! 

Lily:  smirks  I guess I'd have to say that I love the first chapter of my Merida fic. I wrote it as a distraction, a break if you will, from my real life writing which is dry and boring. We had all just made our way through the Open Heart chapter where Ethan tells mc that Naveen is dying and then Pb won’t let us even hug Ethan. I desperately wanted that so I decided to write it. I’m going on chapter 32 of that fic now. I need help. Oh, but my favorite as far as fandom reactions goes was definitely the chapter where that dirty rat stabs Merida. Y'all lost your minds and it was hilarious.

The audience gasps.  “Oh yeah, I remember that chapter.”  “Landry is the worst.” Members of the audience whisper. 

Megs: I remember that chapter.  I feared you’d go the way of @laniquelovewrites and kill Merida! 

Lily: winks

Megs: shakes her head Do you have any advice for other writers or artists?  Especially those from within the fandom? 

Lily: Well, talking to all you not-yet-writers out there - take the ducking leap lovelies! Do it! Don’t worry about language, grammar, flow, tempo, timing, editing, just write it. I rarely edit mine beyond a cursory review. And ya know what? This fandom loves whatever you give us. And I’m at the front of that line waiting to read it. Seriously! Tag me in anything you write! 

Also, don’t be concerned about likes and reblogs. My first fic only got like 15 likes when I first released it. It’s hard not to get caught up in wanting likes and reblogs and comments. Hell, I live for them. And ya want to think that a lack of those means no one likes it, but trust me, there are plenty of people enjoying your work that don’t like, comment, or reblog. Try not to focus on the likes but on your fic and know that there are those out there enjoying the hell out of it!

And I’m always willing to review anything and everything. If you want someone to look it over first, I am here for you.  But I warn you now, I will encourage you to share it with everyone.

By the end of this little speech, the entire audience is up and clapping.  Standing ovation. 

Megs:  Look at that crowd, Lily.  It’s obvious that you speak the truth.  

Lily:  Whispers to Megs: Don’t worry - I can get them all to sit down. Ask me about the choices books. 

Megs:  So Lily, have you read all of the choices books? 

Lily:  I feel like I’m going to have to duck behind this couch as soon as I say what I’m about to say. No, I’ve not played them all. I’ve played most. I tried to play The Freshman, Big Sky Country, Sunkissed, and America’s Most Eligible but I couldn’t. I have replayed countless books. Thomas, Ethan, Sonia, the entire Perfect Match crew, the entire Nightbound crew, and Jake - I’ve played all of their options.

Now Megs, I have only admitted this once and after this we will never speak of it again hangs head in shame I am a sucker for one particularly hated Choices book. Want to take a guess? I've, no joke, replayed this more times than I should admit. No one will follow me after this. I...I, love Home for the Holidays. 

Lily gets up and ducks behind couch while many in the crowd sit down.  

Lily:  This is now my home. I will live back here so no one can see me in my shame. 

Megs:  walks around the couch to sit with Lily loudly saying: Well, as I enjoyed that book a lot and very much miss Nick, if you live back here then I will have to live back here with you … but this is kinda a crappy place to continue this interview so I’m gonna move back to front of the couch, okay?

Megs walks back around the couch and sits down.  

Well, you did get people to sit down, Lily.  Gives her audience the stink eyes.  Where were we?  Oh yes, which book is your favorite? 

Lily: stands up behind the couch Well, I’m going to stay behind the couch at this point because I'm not going to say Open Heart and I know I'm going to hear about it. Hero is my favorite book. It was the first I played and I absolutely loved it! The art! The characters! The story! It had it all! If Pb doesn't give me Hero 2 in 2020 I’m not sure what I’ll do now that they’ve teased me. But I’ve also learned that they like to tease me.  Lily jumps over the couch in a superhero type move and lands sitting down next to Megs.

Megs: Nice moves!  So who is your favorite OTP? 

Lily: I will always say Detective Jason Shaw and my mc Ashtyn Stark to this question. I loved the book RoD until the end when our option of which side to help disappeared and we had to help MPC. I was so excited to see a book that allowed you to pick which side to help, Police/Brotherhood, MPC, or both. You should know by now that I love the villains and all I wanted was for my mc to side with Shaw. 

Bryce and Harper are another OTP for me. I found a few others out there that ship this but @tallulahshh is a godsend when it comes to this ship. Her fics on these two are so amazing! For reals, you should all check them out. She will convince you that this is the ship to be on. 

Megs: Gasps!  I should kick you off this couch for loving a Bryce ship over an Ethan ship.  YOU WRITE FOR ETHAN!  

Lily:  What can I say?  The heart wants who it wants. 

Megs: Yeah, yeah.  What do you do when you’re not producing work for the fandom?  What else do you do for fun? 

Lily: I teach Latin and Formal Logic and I also write (journalism and academic pieces).   My fanfics are my break from my dry writings. I know y'all are dying to read about how Latin could revitalize the modern American educational system. I love to cook, read, hike, and spend time with my family. I live in the city now but I'm a country girl at heart. Give me open fields to run through, dense forests to explore, water to kayak on and I'm a happy one.

Megs:  That sounds wonderful.  Lily, one last question - do you have any questions for me? 

Lily: Ah, you should not give me this power. What non-LI would you make a LI if you could and why? I must know, please tell me!

Megs:  Oh, that’s easy - Bastien!  The drama is already built in because of his part in the Tariq plot and damn @stopforamoment, @bobasheebaby, and @lolablackwrites have made that man irresistible. 

A second and more strange one is actually Emerald Phan from High School Story: A Class Act Chapter 2.  She’s technically an adult when I’m (MC) technically a high schooler … but I would date this gal.  She’s gorgeous!

Before you leave, Lily, I need to ask one last thing of you.  Please close your eyes. 

Lily closes her eyes

@msjpuddleduck, @anxious-arliah, @meindraws, @keepcreative, @brightpinkpeppercorn, @tallulahshh, @twin-skltns all come on stage, pushing a large cart with a beautiful cake that says “Happy Birthday Lily!”  They all start singing Happy Birthday.  The entire audience joins in. 

As soon as people start singing, Lily opens her eyes and smiles really big.  

Lily: Oh my gosh, you guys, I love it!  

Megs:  Happy Birthday, Lily!  We’re all sooooo glad that you’re here.  Blow out your candles, beautiful!

Lily: Takes a deep breath and blows out the candles in one puff. 

The audience cheers!

Megs:  It’s cake for everyone!  

Those on stages start cutting and plating the cake.  Others start handing a slice to everyone in the audience. 

Megs:  And that’s today’s show everyone!  Thanks for coming!  Join me next time when @hopelessromantic1532 will be the guest star.  Have a GREAT week and please, join me in wishing @lilyofchoices a wonderful birthday! 

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I’m guessing @lilyofchoices will get this when she wakes up - but it should be officially her birthday right now!

And now for the tags.  If you want to be added to the tag list for these or removed, please let me know!

@hopefulmoonobject @queen-among-writers, @hopelessromantic1352, @lilyofchoices, @msjpuddleduck, @theroyalweisme, @lady-kato

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OCEAN EYES pt. 2

Characters: Loki/Reader(Y/N)

Chapters: 2/7

Warnings: smut and smut (dominant Loki), mentions of self-harm, a little angst (added some fluff to compensate it)

Short summary: You find yourself in the midst of another attack by Loki, but little did both of you knew that things will get complicated, a strange attraction to each other will change everything.

Words: 2.7k

Disclaimer: I DO NOT ROMANTICIZE OR ENCOURAGE SELF HARMING! Mental health problems are very serious and real. If you have any struggles and you want to talk with someone, I am right here and I truly wish to help you!

A/N: I am incredibly thankful to everyone who liked, commented, reblogged and even sent me asks (ugly cry) ❤ ❤ ❤ . I am so happy that you guys liked and read my work, though I still lack, I will try to get better. Since I have received so many kind reactions, I have started to write the third part. And I also have written an episode which will probably be around part 5 if I get to it. (Hint: “There’s no Thor without Loki and there’s no Loki without Thor.”)

So all the support is welcomed and appreciated. I will probably make a tag list if you want to be tagged.

*part 7 is out, check Masterlist*

He acts indifferent, but he's aware it's only to hide the fact that he’s also longing for your touch. Although he is interested to hear about your troubles, he cannot postpone the need to become one with you. For a second there he had the impression you were going to back off and he couldn't live with the thought that he forces himself upon you, because he never did and never will. He will get so frustrated and annoyed with you if you won't do something. But in a second you start kissing his neck; your lips touch his skin softly. You trace a line of butterfly kisses down his neck when you decide to graze your teeth upon a spot, to which he grabs your hair.

“No bites. I can’t get myself so low as to be marked by a mere mortal.”

Your heart flips a little. He was right when he said that this means nothing to him. But you care so much that you cannot really think your actions through.

“Really? Have my words really sadden you?” he rolls his eyes and you trace your fingers down his chest, hoping that this matter will be forgotten. “Humans and…” he inhales as you lick his well-built chest and abs. “Sentiments,” he moans.

You lower and stop at the band of his boxers. His bulge is throbbing painfully, asking for release and attention. You bite your lip as his voice draws your attention to his face.

“Three minutes have passed,” he raises and takes you away from the bed. “Kneel!” his eyes darken and you comply looking straight to him while a satisfied grin appears on his face. “Finally,” he steps closer forcing his bulge in front of you.

“I… I had never done this,” you quiver while you take off his boxers and free his whole length. You gawk as its standing tall with precum already dripping from his tip. You touch him gently and he inhales deeply. You rub his shaft with one of your hands and look up to see his satisfied face. He closes his eyes and his eyebrows furrow while his lips are slightly parted. You will definitely not forget that look upon his face and his irregular breaths while you fasten your pace. Ever. Seeing how pleased he is by your actions, you decide to be witty and lick his tip before going down his length and then back to the tip as if you want to trace every vein on his sex.

“Y/N,” he moans. Something in his voice makes you tremble and you finally take him in your mouth.

“Fuck. Fuck,” he breathes and opens his eyes to watch you gracefully sucking and licking his dick. You want to break the eye contact but he grabs your hair: “Look at me,” he grits his teeth more because of the bliss he is in.

“This will be the biggest mistake you ever did in your life,” he groans and tugs on your head, trying to fit his whole manhood into your mouth. He throws his head back in pleasure and you try your best to deepthroat him but you start to gag. He doesn’t seem to mind it and still maneuvers your head faster and faster. Your saliva is messily going down your chin from the speed and you feel that you might become breathless soon. The sounds you make turn him on more and after two more thrusts, he comes inside your mouth, a throaty groan following his orgasm.

You cough after the intrusion because of the lack of air but swallow his cum anyways. You try to steady your breath; you feel that all the air from your lungs is gone. He pats your hair and pulls you back on your feet only to quickly throw you on the bed. He hovers over you and captures your lips again as his fingers travel down to your damp part. He plays again with your clit, approving with a nod that you’re still as wet as ever and ready to take him in. His teeth graze your neck again but this time he travels down to your breasts and starts kissing, licking and gently biting your sensitive bud, enticing moans from you. Your hands search for his hair again, slowly massaging his scalp as he leaves more hickeys on your body. You want to stop him just like he did but then you’re reminded of your unworthiness. Not just for him, but for everyone… everything… He stops:

“Are you serious?” he asks and you look at him confused.

“What?”

“Can you stop thinking about anything else but this and enjoy yourself?”

“I am enjoying this Loki,” you pant.

He bites the inside of your thigh and you shriek.

“I'm going to take you so hard that everything you will think about will be just me,” he growls as he places his tip at your entrance.

“Wait!” you quiver. “Can you… go gentle at first?”

As soon as those words came out your mouth you seriously felt like punching yourself.  It was such a stupid and awkward question.

His ocean blue eyes search again for yours.

“I knew it.”

That was his only reply as his lips found yours. You messily kiss him back as his tip slowly penetrates you. You inhale into the kiss and arch your back to meet his chest. He embraces you and whispers into your ear, “Relax.”

The pain is there, you can feel it as he fully enters you and you bury your head into the crook of his neck. He waits a little bit, then moves again and a short pained sound hits his ears.

“Breathe pet,” he notices you’re holding your breath and kisses your shoulder. He moves again, this time his thrust is met only with a shaky breath. “You’re so tight,” he moans as he tries to keep himself composed and not pound into you like there’s no tomorrow. He pushes himself slowly but he makes sure to fill you up each time. Even if he wants to go faster, this pace allows him to feel everything, your inside clutching onto him and his shaft going in inch by inch.

“Loki, my King,” you moan as a sign that the pain faded.

“Oh love, you will have my name on your tongue for a long time tonight," he says with a smirk.

You moan again at the other nickname he uses. His thrusts start picking up in strength and pace as a slapping sound fills the whole room. You almost yelp at a particularly strong one before he loses it all and starts ramming into you fast. Your legs wrap over his waist, urgently looking for more contact. Your hips start to roll in order to meet his assault. His hands move from your hips to pin your wrists above your head.

“Open your eyes Y/N.”

You open your eyes to meet his. How deep you have fallen into those ocean blue eyes, so deep that it scares you. You are scared of the aftermath, of losing them after you had them looking only at you. They would make you cry for sure, because of pain, pleasure, happiness maybe. It is not fair, you think. But you can’t do anything regarding this matter. This pair of blue eyes is forever engraved into your memory now. A wave of ecstasy hits you and you feel your second orgasm forming into your lower pit.

“Oh no,” he chuckles darkly. “You won’t cum until I say so,” he thrusts deeply, making you mewl.

“I need to,” you barely whisper and he stops. “No!” you whine in disapproval.

“Turn on your fours pet.”

You comply more or less happy since you do not want to be left hanging.

“Higher!” he orders and hits your buttocks. You obey.

“Loki!” you groan feeling some of his juices streaming down your thighs as he stares at you. You’re getting embarrassed.

Loki is still in denial. He is fucking you, a mortal, a fragile human. Moreover, he let you touch him and softened for you when you weren’t confident. And he now stands in front of you who begs for contact. He even hugs you, whispers sweet words and calls you love, a nickname he used to say only in the past, before he became aware of his nature as a Frost Giant.

He moans as he fills you up once more. You had felt so good in his presence, even if he thought that your aroused scent and this whole frustrating tension is because you are a virgin. He expected this to end as soon as he pounded into you but it was exactly the opposite. You are more tempting, more endearing to him now. Your hands give in and you collapse, barely being able to hold your lower body as high as he wants. He can feel you tighten even more around his shaft. You consume him and he is eager to let you do so. But then his cocky and proud attitude wakes him up.

“No.” he pulls out again and you scream this time.

“Please, don’t! Let me cum please Loki! My King!” he grins at the desperate state he put you in.

His fingers enter your pussy and you sigh. How bad you need this orgasm, your whole energy is sucked by him and if you don’t cum you will blackout. His fingers slowly move inside, making sure to don’t trigger your orgasm too quickly. He wants to tease you, make you cry his name out, beg. However, he feels his cock throbbing for release and your cries are making it harder for him to hold it in. He stops again.

“Loki!” you yelp, annoyed that he cannot make up his mind.

He turns you around and makes you straddle his lap. You look at him and he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispers and kisses your shoulder.

You flinch as his lips move on your arms but he stops when he hears your loud heartbeat. He kisses you once more as he enters again and you both moan in each other’s mouths. Your hands wrap around his neck though you were hesitating at first when you saw him move uncomfortably, but he also wraps his hands around your waist and you both go quicker. His fingers once again yank your head to look at him and you feel lost into him, with no escape.

“Let it go love.” He smirks and you arch your back, your eyes closing when you feel your orgasm finally hitting you. Your walls clench around his length and he feels it too, immediately filling you up with his cum. Ecstasy makes your whole body shake into his embrace as your legs shiver uncontrollably. He nuzzles his nose in your shoulder as he empties himself into you.

“Easy.” He kisses your neck as you both calm down.

Once you're relaxed and breathe normally you slowly get out from his grasp and anticipate what will happen next. Will he dispose of you? Really kill you? Or just leave without saying anything?

“I don’t regret it,” you manage to say. He smirks and gets up for the bathroom.

You stay there as you hear water dripping down and you feel bad. He probably feels dirty after this, maybe you really stained him or whatever he said when you wanted to bite him.

“For some reason, I can easily read your emotions,” he replies as he comes back shortly.

You finally take in his whole frame. He has broad shoulders, as you did notice before, but seeing him naked now is more than you imagined. His chest looks so strong and sturdy, his muscles and eight-pack flex deliciously while he walks. You shift your glance from his lower part, feeling your cheeks redden despite the fact that you want to see those voluptuous thighs ready to ride. And then you become aware that he might not be as pleased by your appearance as you are by his.

“It’s like a roller-coaster.” He remarks before he throws you on your back and spreads your legs. “You should be in a constant fucking mode to get rid of them.” You’re taken aback as he starts to wipe your thighs with a wet towel. You feel embarrassed by the position he put you in and close your legs.

“I will do it.” You get up and try to take the towel from his hand but his stoic gaze stops you.

“You’re continuously disobeying me and it won’t help you from now on.”

You gulp. His stare drops again on your scars and you feel so exposed to him now. You grab the sheets and cover up, guilty of what you are.

“Again.” He sighs and tears away the blanket from your body.

“Loki!”

“Y/N! I think I might have not been clear with you!” he grabs your wrist and pulls you closer, his breath ghosting on your lips. “You’re dead. Everyone saw me killing you. And you will stay dead until I say so. I can’t afford someone finding out my cheap trick to keep a weak Midgardian alive for unknown reasons,” he says, his voice stern and dominant. “You are stuck with me now. And you will do what I say and if you try once more to hide anything from me, starting with your body, you will see how merciless I can be,” he tightens his hold on you and you shiver.

“I am glad that you’re feeling aroused again. I assumed you are tired and want to rest but…” he starts as he hovers over you. “I have to keep my promise and get those annoying thoughts out of your mind.”

“First, you won’t kneel!” he slammed into you, and you jerk your body. “Then you call me by my name without my permission,” he thrusts again and your sensitive womanhood is still not recovered after the massive orgasm you had five minutes ago. “Then you lie to me,” another slam.

“Assume you can have any effect on me,” the third thrust shakes the whole bed.

“Well, physically it was not that hard,” again.

“Lie to me,” and again.

“Try to touch me,” another one.

“Touched me in the end,” seventh.

“Hide yourself from me,” eight.

“Cum without my permission,” ninth.

“I didn’t!” you retort and he plunges even harder.

“TALK BACK TO ME!” eleventh.

“Feelings getting in the way because you think too much,” twelfth.

“Telling me what to do,” thirteenth.

“Swearing,” fourteenth.

“Refusing to be cleaned by me,” fifteenth.

“Telling me not to look at you,” sixteenth.

“Trying to leave a hickey on my neck,” seventeenth.

“And finally did it even if I said no,” eighteenth.

Your eyes open and fall on his neck where you can now see the faint trace of a bite. When? Was it when you had your orgasm? That’s the only moment when you were in so much pleasure that you don’t remember what you did.

He thrusts again and you feel your third orgasm on its way.

“Pet, you have to be very obedient if you don’t want me to punish you,” he snaps. “Understood?” he slams and you both cum, juices mixing again. Your bodies fall onto the bed and you go limp.

“Yes,” you breathe and weakly turn over to find his body and rest against his. He freezes for a moment. This would be the first time he would stay in the same bed with somebody after satisfying his needs. It would be the first time only if he stays. He won't. But then his thoughts are interrupted by your delicate fingers caressing his chest.

“You can punish me later for this.” You smile and close your eyes.

His look is alarming. Will he do this? Now? With this… Midgardian? He inhales your scent again and finds his mind giving in. After a few minutes of being still, questioning his intentions, his hands start to unconsciously trace your scars softly. What could happen anyways? You are both fucked up and he already risked a lot by faking your death. What in the nine realms was in his mind? But he has already thrown himself headfirst into something too big to escape from. So he has to handle this.