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norrisainz33 · 2 months ago

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stroints || ls18

summary: you attend your first ever grand prix as lance's partner and he has a great season opening weekend!

pairing: lance stroll x nonfamous!reader

fc & warnings: none & slightly suggestive at the end. you are responsible for the content you consume!

requested: yes! thank you so much for your request xx

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chloestroll: wait i love them both. i say wear the white on race day and blue on quali day

ynuser: ooooo good idea! i was considering wearing some aston merch on sunday and one of these on saturday but maybe i do what you said instead

chloestroll: oh i mean aston merch would be cute af too

ynuser: hmmmmmmm too many decisions here bc i also have this super cute jean set that maybe i’ll wear on race day instead ugh idek

lilyzneimer: either way you're going to outshine everyone you're radiant

ynuser: thank you baby girl 😭

lance_stroll: trying not to drool over how fcking gorgeous you are

ynuser: lance stopppp 😭😭

lance_stroll: it’s true!! i’ve somehow bagged the most beautiful girl in the entire world

ynuser: you’re such a sweet talker

lance_stroll: 🤷🏻‍♂️

lilymhe: the white top is to die for pls that one

ynuser: thank you for the input doll

yourbff: hear me out. white top with that gorgeous big gold necklace our favorite man got you

ynuser: no because you’re so right. that’s it! that’s the fit for quali!

flavy_barla: omg personally i'd pick the lace top

ynuser: yesss i think it 100% is the winner

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f1gossip: is this lance stroll’s lucky charm? meet lance’s new partner, y/n y/l/n, who is making her race day debut! the couple's romance has been the talk of the town ever since those sizzling new year's eve photos were spotted on chloe stroll’s story. will y/n be the secret weapon aston martin’s been waiting for this season? only time will tell!

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user1: oh….. she’s literally so pretty?

user2: cut the tapes! ive seen enough! shes my new favorite wag

user3: god i hope she brings lancey good luck. he needs it fr

user7: no he really does. i just want the best for him this season

user4: did y'all see the way shes wearing an L necklace

user1: stop im too fragile for this

user5: WHO is this diva

user2: if u find out lmk! i just tried to scroll her insta and its private but she seems so normal

user5: lowkey... i think she is just a normal girl... i found her linkedin and she out here having a full time job

user2: this has to be rage bait... shes living my dream

user5: no truly. im so jealous but also im rooting for her?

user6: why did i not know about her sooner?! do we think lance can fight?

user8: he can't fight us all!

user33: no one cares abt her or stroll

user1: the hate is so forced gtfo

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yourbff: you gotta warn a girl before posting something as scary as that first slide (i say this with love)

ynuser: SCERAMING hes just a goofy lil guy

yourbff: if you say so girly pop

chloestroll: leo and i are curled up and ready to watch uncle lancey bring it home!

ynuser: omg even little leo is watching?! its his first race too <3

chloestroll: we gotta support our favorite uncle!!!!

astonmartinf1: send us that first pic im begging

ynuser: only if you agree to post it on every social media channel you have

astonmartinf1: he's not gonna like that... but for you.... anything xxoo

ynuser: admin you are my favorite

astonmartinf1: and you're mine but don't tell anyone i said that

lilymhe: adjusting to the paddock life?

ynuser: kind of? every time i breath a camera takes another picture of me. i'm terrified they're going to get something embarrassing

lilymhe: hahahaha i mean odds are high that they will. remember what i said and just try to ignore them and act natural. i swear the media can smell fear

ynuser: that must be why they're always around. im sure im radiating it

lilymhe: deep breaths y/n/n its ok

lance_stroll: WHY

ynuser: omg get off ur phone you have a race to score points in

ynuser: oh now you wanna leave me on read ok

flavy.barla: if you need someones hand to squeeze through the the first few laps... you know where to find me babe

ynuser: no i literally am on my way. they haven't even finished the formation lap and i'm going to throw up

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lance_stroll: a fantastic start to the season! thank you to the team and everyone who worked so hard over the off season to get this car where it is. lets keep this momentum going!!

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user1: a double exclamation???? you must be over the moon my stoic king

ynuser: stroints!!!!!! this calls for a celebration

lance_stroll: yes it does ;)

estebanocon: wait count flavy and i in to this celebration??

flavy.barla: yes please!!!

ynuser: well duhhhh

user5: need photo evidence of this party so bad. f1gossip im counting on you

user2: yayyyyyy lance!!!!

chloestroll: leo and i are so proud of you

scottyjames31: thats our favorite uncle right there!

lance_stroll: love you guys 🤍

user18: y/n made the win photo dump im crying. she's def his good luck charm, i hope she comes to every race

astonmartinf1: well done lance! 💚

user22: thats our goat!! can't help but notice you're ahead of that horse team in the standings... lets keep that going boy

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f1gossip: because you all asked so nicely and we couldn't not deliver..... we got some intel that a certain driver, his new partner, their friends and a few other drivers are out celebrating the start of the season in melbourne this evening

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user1: AHHHHHH MAN

user5: my goat! you always pull through. idk how u got eyes everywhere

f1gossip: and thats a secret ill never tell xx

user3: WOW lance looks good af im about to start drooling..

user4: y/n one lucky girl thats for dam sure

user5: no genuinely i am so envious

user6: i just fell to my knees in a walmart parking lot

user12: lance i was unfamiliar with your game

user18: esteban and alex are there too so cuteeeeee

user22: he needed this

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yourbff: girl get off that phone! I am SICKENED by the last photo

ynuser: god forbid a girl have hobbies

yourbff: you right. my bad ms pillow princess

lance_stroll: hheheeh you're so pretty

ynuser: eheheh no you

lance_stroll: i can hear you giggling from the bathroom

ynuser: you caught me

lance_stroll: get back out here

ynuser: yes sir

chloestroll: looks like you guys had a good night.. not sure i needed to see that last photo tho

ynuser: the best night!!! had to make sure to properly celebrate a great start to the season! and yeah sorry pls look scroll away and pretend you didnt see it

chloestroll: hahaaha well i hope next time scotty and i are there with you guys to celebrate together!

ynuser: ugh yes i hope so too 🤍🤍

flavy.barla: petite fille!!!! ohhh thank you for letting este and i tag along this evening i had a blast

ynuser: you are literally always allowed to tag along my love. i seriously am obsessed with you

flavy.barla: feeling is mutual. lets run away together

ynuser: done

lilymhe: petition for us to party after every race together pls you are literally the most fun

ynuser: omg stop YOU are the most fun! but yes ofc lets hang out and do everything together plssssss

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a/n: thank you sm for reading!! likes, reblogs, and feedback is always appreciated.

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disclaimer: pictures are not mine and everything i write is fiction

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pretend-i-don-t-exist · 3 months ago

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figure skater shen yuan bc ive been having dreams

Shen Yuan was a prince of the ice. Graceful, beautiful, talented. He was hailed as a prodigy from a young age, when his father took him to the ice rinks to celebrate his birthday, and his mother, a retired hockey player, noticed how quick he took to the ice. There were lessons, coaches, training. Shen Yuan did not mind. He liked skating; it felt like dancing, flying through with inexplicable warmth in his chest despite the freezing cold.

His family had money, with lots of it set aside for them to spoil him. Where his brothers studied business management and took managerial positions in their grandfather's company, Shen Yuan trained in the ice rink his father gifted him and followed the instructions of the coach his mother chose after rigorous vetoing. He first competed when he was twelve, on a national level. He passed the qualifiers, but failed to make it to the finals. It was a good start, his coach had told him despite the disappointment— he's young, he can always aim for gold in the future.

Shen Yuan's teen years are interspaced with school life and many, many absences in order to focus on skating. He... missed out on a lot, but he never minded. He may not have a best friend, or any close friends at all really, but he did win the Junior Grand Prix at fifteen, and then the World Juniors at seventeen. By then, his coach was pushing him for the Olympics— he'd already reached the minimum age limit.

He didn't win anything at his first Olympics. A year later, and he won gold. For three years in a row, he reigned as the defending champion. He was at his prime, he'd been told. Twenty-one years, and already three gold. Isn't that almost unbelievable? Shen Yuan felt as if he was riding on a high, soft cloud, soaring through the skies without anything to stop him or to cushion his fall.

Because he fell, and he fell hard.

The doctors said there wasn't anything they could do— surgeries, various medications. He quickly deteriorated, especially for someone with his level of activeness snd health. His twenty-second year passed without his feet touching the ice. They never told him directly to his face, but Shen Yuan knew that it was impossible for him to skate again.

He spent his days on a hospital bed. It was painful to scroll through social media and see people talking about how tragic his story is. The many well wishes of his fellow skaters, the ones he talked to and— he supposed— befriended, hurt more than he thought they would. He deleted everything, except his immediate family's contacts, and returned to his old roots: reading.

Webnovels were fun to read. It gave him something to do when he can't muster the strength to stand, reading aimlessly and commenting his thoughts as they were. His family didn't care what he did; they were just happy that he was spirited again, presumably thinking that he'd gotten over his slump. Yet, when the doctors tentatively cleared him for skating, Shen Yuan took his skates, the blades left covered, and hid them deep in the shoe cabinet for him to forget.

He has better things to do now— namely, commenting on the shittiest novel he's ever read and cursing out its author. Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky always had a reply on every of his comments, each with an emoji more nonsensical than the last, and even had the audacity to dm him about how dedicated he is.

Shen Yuan sent him a middle finger.

Then Airplane kept talking to him, anyways. Sneak peeks of fanart he'd commissioned, little tidbits that Shen Yuan hounded him over for not using them in his novel, games that Shen Yuan doesn't quite have the dextrexity to play. It's okay though, becase Airplane was the worst player to ever exist, since he's somehow worse than Shen Yuan when it comes to games.

Then they call, because Shen Yuan never really had the time to internalize what stranger danger means. Shen Yuan, begrudgingly, comes to tolerate the hack author. So, when Airplane's apartment building burned down in an unfortunate fire, Shen Yuan invited him to his penthouse. It's large enough for two. It's not like he's going to use anything else other than his bedroom and the bathrooms. It'd be nice to have someone remind him of when to take his meds, too; it's in the contract for Airplane's stay. A win win for both of them.

Shen Yuan is sure that Airplane wouldn't recognize him as Shen Yuan, the media's darling Tragic Ice Prince. It's been a long time, after all. Until Airplane begins to write a new book that strangely resonates with Shen Yuan a lot, too much even, and Shen Yuan gets a bit too invested on it.

Well, Airplane can stay until he finishes his book. Not a big deal at all.

#svsss #shen yuan #shang qinghua #cumplane #figure skater au #writing to pay the bills: sqh #reading as a subsitute to therapy: sy

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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 5 months ago

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Hi can I please get some iv x reader christmas smut? 🫦

Post Christmas release

Smut of course

It’s been quite a busy couple of days. But holidays were always like that. It was fulfilling but also draining. Since this was your first time trying to cramp seeing both families in the span of five days in different countries. It was the most fun you ever had and seeing everyone and sharing something that hopefully would turn into a tradition was special.

“I got it”, Ivy quickly took the bags from your hands, pushing his bent leg up to poke your ass. “There are more in the back”, you tried to get past him but he stepped right by the door blocking your path. “Just go up, gorgeous, I will take care of it”, you gave him a not-impressed look before sighing and turning to your shared cottage. The family smell of your home instantly washed over you. Making part of the exhaustion chip away. The sound of paws making your lips curve up.

“Hello, sweetheart”, you kneeled, trying to contain an overly excited lab that had been kindly looked after by your elderly neighbor. “I missed you too girly”, you nuzzled her face, as she whined in excitement switching from turning in circles to trying and push you over. “Can we unpack tomorrow the thought alone makes me want to cry”, Ivy huffed dropping your luggage at the corner before Cinnamon chose him to be his victim.

“We are adults we can do what we want”, you smiled watching them two before Cinamon took off to her toy box a habit of hers when she was too happy. “I need peace and quiet for like a month after that”, Ivy sighed pulling you up before resting his head on your shoulder. Your fingers instantly moved beneath his sweater as you tracked your nails over his back muscles, making him sigh in delight.

“Do you know what else i need?”, he muttered against your neck, nibbling at your skin ever so slightly. You simply hummed in response and Ivy wasted no time bucking his hips against you. The hard-on rubbing against your thigh making you chuckle. He had fought morning wood each morning. But over the five days, you just couldn’t bring yourself to have sex at the same house your family was in. Especially when in your parents house there was no lock on the door and even more so it was never quiet or quick when it came to you both.

“I thought the blowjob sorted it”, you mused pulling back slightly. “In my childhood bedroom where I always wanted to fuck my girl?”, he asked as if you had just stated the most stupid thing ever. “No it made it worse”, he added not waiting for your answer. You chuckled softly, “Did we finally tick everything off your teen bucket list?”, you raised your eyebrow, pulling at the very roots of his hair.

“Maybe… you just…”, his hand moved to cup your breast before a warm snout pressed between you two making you both look to the side. “Bunbun not now”, Ivy muttered, “Mom and dad need some adult time now. It’s very serious”, he leaned forward scratching her ear before motioning for her to walk. You knew how it went he always left her in his office. Something about tainting innocent souls. You took your time however to slowly peal your clothes off. Dropping it piece by piece on the floor as you made your way to the kitchen.

“Yn”, his voice rang out making you bite your lips. “Where were we… shit…”, he halted, eyes darkening. “We didn’t have dessert at your parents”, you smiled, pulling your legs apart as you leaned back on the kitchen counter. “Fuck you’re…”, he ran his hand over his mouth. “Dripping on the counter for you, you should clean it up”, you smirked dipping your fingers into the wetness before motioning him over with the same damp fingers. He crossed the distance between you two in a couple of steps before leaning in to lick your fingers clean.

“Ivy”, you sighed, biting your lip as you watched him. “You’re a fucking vision”, he grunted, leaning in to kiss your collarbones. His fingers gripped your thighs. His pants were now slick with your arousal. “I would eat you out but… I need to”, he whispered. It was his rule, one he rarely broke. He always made sure you had an orgasm before he slipped between your legs.

“Get up here”, you pulled at his sweater, bringing it over his head, tossing it to the side. “I'm sorry”, he muttered, “Just give me your dick and shhhh”, you pressed your finger against his lips, “You’ll feel better after”, without any more words you unbuckled his pants, wrapping your hand around his hard cock, pumping him a handful of times, slowing spreading the precum around. “Oh fuck”, Ivy grunted bucking into your palm. “It looks painfully hard, baby, let me help”, you whispered, angling him against your walls, throwing your head back as the head of his cock stretched you out. “I can’t go all the way”, he grunted through gritted teeth, “i will cum on the spot”. “Please”, you whimpered, wrapping your legs around his hips, feeling him stretching your walls even more.

“Come here”, his arm wrapped around your shoulder as he pulled your bare chest against his. Your nipples rubbing against him. “I love you so much you know that”, he mused, pressing himself even deeper. Your arms moved around his neck as you pressed yourself even closer to him.

“You feel”, ivy mused, “harder, please, fuck…”, you pleaded, and Ivy instantly picked up his thrusts. Making you moan out his name as you sank your nails into his biceps. “So wet”, he mused, nibbling at your shoulder as he bucked his hips, wedging his rock-hard dick into you over and over again not missing a beat. Fingers grasping your hips possessively. “Harder”, you urge him, feeling that cooling sensation building. “Baby”, he whined and you felt him throb as he pistoled into you with no mercy hitting just the spot you need to fall over the edge and then all you could feel was a throb after a throb as he spilled inside you. Lips pressed in a messy kiss as you both clung to one another. Riding the orgasm together till the very last blissful tingle. The lazy smile on his lips warmed your heart even more.

“Good?”, you ask brushing some of the hair away from his face. “Good?”, he asked, “Fucking amazing”, Ivy chuckled nuzzling against your neck. “You are my salvation”, he sighed, “okay, post orgasm poet”, you chuckled and Ivy instantly squeezed your ass pulling you full down onto him, making you whine, “carful, princess”.

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sweetwolfcupcake · 2 months ago

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Gaze (III)

Secret Garden

Category: Drabble

Yandere John Wick x Reader

Part II Part IV

Warning: None

The GIF does not belong to me; credit goes to the original owner.

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You are already moving. His hand rests on the small of your back as he leads you towards a coffee shop across the street. He smells familiar, he feels familiar, yet so far away. It is like his hand has been on you many times before.

You try to shake off the unease, but it clings to you, stubbornly taking you back to every other wee hour you woke up in your room and smelt the faint version of the cologne that surrounds you now. It blankets your senses, good, bad and striking.

It doesn’t even make sense. How would he even be in your room? Why would he—

“What would you like to order?”

You are not sure if you are going mad, but you are certain that you can drown in the pair of hazel browns in front of you.

“Iced mocha would do.” Dropping your gaze to the menu has more to do with an attempt to collect yourself than deciding what to order.

Iced mocha is your go-to.

“Of course,” his eyes twinkle, or maybe it is the light, but you have no excuse to question the smirk, “Let me place the order.” He nods before rising from his seat and walking away.

You are relieved, having some room to breathe and collect your thoughts. This is spiralling out of control. This…fascination. Yes, you must have been mistaken. You are too enamoured with that classic art to let go and move on.

You are standing. You are unable to move, standing still where you do not belong. Although he has been kind, you know his arms are meant to wrap around one of the golden nymphs present at that party. They carry themselves with the ease that comes with familiarity. They belong to that place, to his world.

You shake your head, feeling pathetic. Yeah, you need to get laid. Pining over this man is just asking for heartache. He is a woman’s dream on legs and comes with an invisible tag of ‘heartbreak’.

John Wick. That’s his name, you find out while both of your cups sit steaming on the table. He is quiet, and while he might come off as intense, there is an endearing awkwardness to his mannerisms. Not the kind that comes from wanting to impress anyone—he clearly does not even have to try. It is the kind that comes from a person who tries to steer clear of social gatherings as much as he can. Someone who is in love with his solitude and lives at the periphery while being rooted in the centre. He has to go back every now and then, but he is content with a quiet life.

He listens more, prodding more about you than answering clearly about himself. While this is the first time you are speaking to him about yourself, the way he nods and adds to things with a questioning tone that comes off as an afterthought makes you feel scrutinised. Like he is testing a theory, something he already knows.

You are undeniably attracted to him, so much so that you secretly pray that he is blind to it and you do not make a fool out of yourself.

But there is an unease that settles in. You try to wrap yourself in the rosy haze again, but the veil does not cover you completely. Ever since his cologne hit your nose and you felt the uncanny familiarity, your nerves refuse to be at complete ease. The fascination is slightly eroded now.

Sure, you are at unease, but it clashes with the slow burn of desire within you. There is no use denying something that you know will claw its way out if it has to, to get your attention and acknowledgement. It is like a ghost settled within you. It is foreign because you have never craved anyone like you crave him. It churns like something rich and delicious. If you were to write about him now, it would be nothing but your desire penned on paper.

He insists on driving you home but does not step out, only glances at the building before meeting your gaze as you thank him after closing the car door shut.

“It was nice to speak to you.”

That is all he has to say with mirth in his tone before he drives off, while your shoulders sag, realising the thin possibility of seeing him again.

#yandere john wick #yandere john wick x reader #john wick imagine #yandere john wick imagine #john wick x y/n #keanu reeves x reader #john wick #keanuverse

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martiansodas-blog · 10 months ago

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hi I’ve been obsessed of your work, so can I request a fanfic where reader is heavily pregnant (8-9 months) and needy and art helps her.

if that’s too uncomfortable or out of your confort zone I apologise

you’re so kind ! this sat in my drafts for so long it grew roots, i’m sorry :( i do appreciate every ask i get, i just work nearly everyday.

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art is a family man.

he always wanted the americana, white picket fence, nuclear family.

to make it even more cliche, he wanted two kids; a boy and a girl.

and you were about to make his dreams come true.

when art saw you interact with lily he knew he had to make you a mommy as soon as possible.

the need to give his daughter a sibling clawed his way into his chest and never left..

“he’s very active today.” you said happily

arts head is rested in your lap as you lounged on the couch. your hand in his soft blonde locks, his resting over your rounded stomach.

“wants to get out of there, i bet.”

you scoffed, “he’s not the only one.”

he loved quiet moments like this, times when it was just the two of you—or three now.

your son kicked against his hand.

“can’t wait to meet him.” you murmured

his fingers traced hearts all over your belly. ever the loverboy.

“me neither. just a couple more weeks.”

it was unbelievable how much his life had changed.

“you’re gonna be such a good daddy. again.”

a small huff left his nose. he leaned a little closer, leaving a soft kiss.

“you hear that, little man? ive got big expectations to live up to here.”

you chuckled “you nervous?”

he let out a low sigh, moving so he could see you clearly. a lazy smile painted his face as he nodded.

“very.”

“me too, but there’s no one else i’d rather have a baby with.”

he intertwined your fingers and kissed them.

“feeling is mutual.”

art loved you pregnant. it awakened something primal in him. knowing he did that. knowing it’s his kid you’re carrying.

you had a glow to you. not just on your face, but your whole body. beyond that- your essence.

he watched you do your evening skincare from the king sized bed. you looked beautiful—he had always thought you were beautiful, of course… but there was something about the way you looked in this moment. how your curves seemed more pronounced. how there was more of you to love. how you were barefaced and smelling good straight out of the shower.

“you coming to bed soon?”

“why, can’t sleep without me?” you teased

“of course not.”

you padded over to him as he pulls back the covers for you.

you lay on your side, facing art. he grazed his hand over your arm, admiring you.

even this slightest touch from his calloused fingertips gave you goosebumps, made your nipples perk up. like an automatic response.

“how’s your back?”

“eh,” you rolled your eyes, “closer i get to the due date the more it hurts.”

the look on arts face told you that’s unacceptable.

“turn around, i’ll massage you.”

“not gonna say no to that.”

arts warm, big hands acted as a soothing balm.

“you have so much tension, baby. should’ve let me know, i’d have done this a lot sooner.”

his words were barely comprehensible to you, your body finally being relaxed allowed your mind to do the same. for once.

“mmm,”

art bit back a laugh, not wanting to seem like he was making fun. you were just too cute is all!

this was an easy way for him to express his love language.

after merely a few minutes you had to press your legs together. just a little pressure. that’s better.

you figured since you were under the blankets he wouldn’t be about to tell. but this is your husband we’re talking about. nothing goes unnoticed by him.

he brings his mouth right behind your ear. warm breath tickling you.

“is there tension somewhere else i need to get out?”

you let out a pitiful whimper. you can’t help it. you just leaned you head back on his chest.

“aww,” he chuckles, “it’s ok , sweetheart. your hormones are all out of wack, aren’t they? needing me to keep you stuffed all the time. you poor thing.”

“yes,” you whine, trying to press your body back into his as much as you could. it was pretty hard, considering the extra weight you’re hosting.

he smirks and moves you on your back, hovering over you. you don’t have to lift a finger. art will do it all for you. that’s precisely how he liked it.

“well what kind of husband would i be if i couldn’t keep you satisfied?”

art wastes no time. having only wore his little underwear to bed, he quickly removes those. he lifts up your oversized shirt to reveal you didn’t bother with putting any on anything underneath.

he’s not going to waste time. he knows don’t need foreplay. you haven’t in weeks. wanting to fuck just as much as when you were trying to get pregnant.

he doesn’t mind, of course.

the best part about being pregnant? no need to worry about protection.

you couldn’t get enough of arts rigid cock sliding inside you. your walls practically molded to him.

“ohh, that’s it.”

he sank into you, slowly, lovingly. resting his head in the crook of your neck. that’s it’s home. all his moans amplified there. he had to maneuver a bit to not put too much pressure on your belly. always so careful. but hes 6 foot, it’s hardly an issue.

“god, i want to get you pregnant again and again.”

he moaned as he forced cock in all the way. the whole room echoed with the sound of his balls slapping against your ass.

you whimpered as your nails took residence on his back.

“god, your so beautiful carrying my baby. so sexy. all filled up.”

your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he brought his fingers to your puffy clit.

sex during pregnancy was always slow and soft. he’s terrified of hurting you.

sometimes you’ll simply cockwarm him. you’ve both grown to love it. being that close. feeling love from the inside out.

art stuck two fingers in his mouth then brought that down to your clit. keeping eye contact with you the entire time.

“hnnnh! art!” you gasped

“what, close already darlin?” he cooed

you nodded. you felt like you could cry. which wouldn’t be saying much, you cried a lot these days. to be expected. but this time it’s welcomed.

“please, art, fill me up again.” you begged

it was the again that got him.

everyone already knew you’ve been filled with his cum. strangers in the grocery store, your wholesome religious mother, the other fucking guys in the neighborhood who’s eyes always lingered too long.

art has always had a somewhat high sex drive. so when your third trimester hit and you couldn’t go more than a day without being pumped full? it was like heaven to him.

“yeah? want me to remind you how we made our baby?”

you nodded your head furiously as filthy noises escaped you.

“comon baby, i know you’re almost there. i want you to cum with me and then i want you to taste it.”

you came and came and came around art. time seemed to stop and drag on at the same time. you had to tap him so you could catch your breath. otherwise he would’ve kept fucking you until well after his dick chaffed.

he stilled, remaining inside of you.

“atta girl.”

he gifts your feather light kisses on your forehead.

“did so well for me. always do.”

on your cheek.

“my perfect wife, how lucky am i, huh?”

on the tip of your nose.

you can hear the smile in his voice.

when you come back to earth, he’s there waiting. you opened your eyes you saw those roses cheeks you fell for so long ago.

“hey”

he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

“hey”

“thank you.” you whisper

“dont need to thank me, love. it’s an honor to experience your body, and to see you.”

the tenderness you got to experience with art is something you’d never grow tired of. truthfully you thought men only said stuff like this in movies. his actions only doubled when you showed him that pregnancy test.

“i can’t wait to give you a baby.”

#is somebody gonna match my freak (having his kids)#mike fiast #art donaldson #art donaldson fic #art donaldson fluff #art donaldson x you #art donaldson fanfic #art donaldson smut #art donaldson x reader

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faretheeoscar · 6 months ago

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OH MY FREAKKK?!

Little baby Poe has my heart :(

Would you consider writing something for little Poe and little reader meeting when they're young? Maybe in kindergarten, reader is more 'rough-and-tumble' than Poe is, getting dirty, climbing up trees, not bothered by pain. A shy Poe really wants to make friends with her but one day at kindergarten, he finds that her family have moved, which upsets him, but the two meet again when they're fighting in the rebellion?

Anyways, I fucking adored baby Poe, I love absolutely everything you write, have a great rest of your day! Huzzah!

Hey noonie! First of all thank you so much for your support! Your kind words mean a lot to me! I kinda went crazy with your request and ended up writing an almost 4k thing, but baby Poe just kept speaking to me! This AU has a hold on my brain and doesn’t let it rest. Had lots of fun making this request!

Thanks again and Happy Poevember!

Roots of the Resistance

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Pairing: Poe Dameron x gn!reader

--Warnings: none, just fluffy baby Poe!--

A/N: English is not my first language, so I apologize if there’s any mistakes.

Word count: 4k

In the quiet corner of a little kindergarten on Yavin IV, five-year-old Poe Dameron sits cross-legged, watching as you—the new kid—scale the tallest tree on the playground. Your elbows are scraped, and your knees are dirt-streaked, but you don’t seem to mind at all. You’re perched up high, legs swinging as if you’ve done this a hundred times. With bright eyes and a hint of hesitation, Poe clutches his favourite stuffed tooka doll, Captain Fluff, close to his chest, feeling something between awe and curiosity.

The droid teacher nudges him gently. “You need to make friends Poe, your father gave us instructions for us to encourage you into socialising with the other younglings, why don’t you go say hi?”

Poe glances down, feeling a bit of nervousness, he is not usually the type of kid that’s quiet, or shy around people, he’s always active at home, bouncing eagerly from place to place talking the ears off all the adults he has around, but ever since his mom had been going on missions, he had been having trouble adjusting and talking especially to the other kids that didn’t get him, being enclosed in his fantasy world on fighting for the cause, and just depending on his favourite buddy, Fluff.

Taking a deep breath, he adjusts his grip on Captain Fluff and walks toward the tree. Shyly, he looks up at you, your hair wild and your hands smudged with playground dirt, as you look down with a big, welcoming grin.

“Hi,” he says, his voice small but warm.

“Hi!” you call down, eyes twinkling. You don’t seem surprised to see him, as if you were expecting him to join you, after all you’ve noticed he’d been staring at you for a while now. “You wanna come up?”

Poe’s eyes widen, his cheeks flushing pink as he fumbles for words, his little foot nervously tapping the ground, shifting back and forth. “Oh, I… um, not really I was just… wondering what you were doing up there.” He points up, his head tilted back to see you better. “Doesn’t it, you know… feel kinda high?”

You laugh, swinging your legs as you peer down at him. “It’s awesome up here! You can see everything. Like the ships outside the fence,” you say, pointing excitedly to the sky. “When they fly by, it’s like you’re right there with them! Makes me feel like I’m up close to them.”

Poe’s eyes light up, his fear of talking to you, forgotten for a moment. Ships! A topic he is familiar with and can talk about them for hours. “You can see the spaceships… up close?”

“Uh-huh!” you reply with a proud grin. “Come on up, I’ll show you. It’s easy,” you say, reaching down and motioning him to grab the branch.

Feeling an excited flutter in his stomach, Poe puts Captain Fluff under one arm, holding on tight as he tentatively grabs the lowest branch. He starts climbing, a little unsteady, and hesitates when the tree starts to feel taller. You notice his pause, lean down, and give his arm a firm yank to help him up the next branch. He nearly laughs at your outburst of strength, and, before he knows it, he’s sitting beside you, feet dangling in the air.

“There, see?” You point beyond the playground fence, where ships take off and land in the nearby port, and Poe’s jaw drops, watching with wide eyes. The ships look like little metal birds in the distance, zooming by against the sky.

“Whoa… you were right!” he whispers, barely able to contain his amazement. “I’ve never seen them from here before. You can even see them getting ready for takeoff!”

As Poe settles into his spot next to you on the branch, he glances over, gathering his courage to introduce himself.

“I’m… I’m Poe. Poe Dameron,” he says shyly, his cheeks already turning pink. He glances away, quickly looking back up at you. “What’s your name?”

When you introduce yourself Poe repeats your name quietly to himself, as if savouring it. He whispers, as if it’s the most beautiful name in the world… (besides his mom’s obviously). He smiles, then blushes even more, his cheeks burning as he realises you’re watching him. “I think… I think it’s a really nice name,” he adds, glancing shyly at the leaves overhead.

“Thanks,” you say with a big smile, two of your front baby teeth missing from having fallen out recently. “I think Poe’s a cool name too.” When you take a closer look at him, you notice he’s holding something safely under his arm— a handmade doll with white ears and an orange body.

“Hey, who’s this?” you ask, leaning over to get a closer look at the stuffed tooka doll.

Poe’s shyness returns briefly, but he grins, holding out the doll for you to see. “This is Captain Fluff,” he says, his voice suddenly a little more confident. “He’s, uh… he’s my copilot! He goes on all the missions with me.”

You grin excitedly, “Really? You go on missions with him?” With a serious nod, you reach out and gently shake Captain Fluff’s little paw. “Nice to meet you, Captain Fluff, I bet you’re a great pilot.”

Poe beams, clearly delighted that you took Captain Fluff so seriously. “He’s the best,” he says, hugging the tooka doll close. “He always makes sure I’m safe.”

The two of you sit together in the tree, feet swinging as you trade stories about space adventures you’d both want to go on. He learns that you are all about exploring and learning about “vantage points” or all those big words your dad uses when he works on reconnaissance. Poe feels a new kind of bravery here, sitting high up with his new friend, talking about adventure and far-off galaxies. It’s the start of something he is sure he will remember forever.

The weeks that follow your first meeting turn into a whirlwind of adventures for Poe and you. Poe, who once hovered quietly at the edge of the playground, now spends every recess chasing after you like an eager shadow, his shy smile lighting up whenever you invite him on your latest scheme. Whether it’s scaling the school’s low fences to chase after a lizard crab or daring each other to swing as high as possible, Poe is always at your side, wide-eyed and ready to be brave.

You show him how to climb trees without slipping, leap across muddy puddles without falling, and you help him to face up his fear of leviathan grubs, by using a stick and practically shoving it up to his face for him to see the little worm, you tell him they seem harmless but they are fearless predators when they grow up, but one that’s little as the one on your stick? Your loth cat devours them for lunch. Together, you also build forts out of fallen branches, Poe declares you as his “official lieutenant” of your own makeshift Alliance. Every day with you feels like a new mission, a new world to explore.

One afternoon after school, you and Poe are out exploring, looking for the perfect place to keep on practising “drills”. As you wander near the edge of the old market, you spot some ruins, crumbling and hidden beneath layers of overgrown vines and moss. The walls rise higher than anything you’ve climbed before, making it the ultimate challenge in your eyes.

“This is it,” you say, grinning. “This is going to be the hardest climb yet, Commander Poe. We’ve got to face it if we want to be ready for anything.” You point at the jagged edges of the stone wall, feeling the rush of excitement build up inside you. “It’s going to be tough, but that’s what makes it perfect for ‘recon.’”

Poe hesitates, glancing up at the ruins. His eyes widen with both excitement and nerves. “But… are we allowed to be up there?” he asks, looking around as if expecting someone to stop you.

You give him a sly grin. “Who’s going to stop us? Come on, Poe, don’t chicken out now. This is the ultimate challenge! If we can climb this, then we can face anything.” You nudge him with your shoulder. “I’m doing it—are you?”

Poe looks unsure for a moment but then puffs out his chest, trying to look braver. “I’m not a chicken,” he says, his voice a little shaky but determined.

“Prove it,” you challenge, offering him your hand. “Boost you up first?”

With a deep breath, Poe nodes, taking your hand. You help him up to the first ledge, encouraging him with every step. He climbs higher, using your tips for where to put his hands and feet. When he reaches the top, his eyes widen with pride. “I did it!” he cheers, a bit breathless looking down at you with a grin, lending his hand to you to take, tugging you up towards him, as you did the first time you helped him climb the tree at school. “Told you I was no chicken!”

You both bicker and chuckle for a while, treading dangerously on the ledge of the walls until the path narrows, you both decide to go back, but just as he’s about to climb down first, you both freeze. You hear voices on the other side of the ruins. Slowly, you both peek over the top and spot something unexpected: Kes, Poe’s dad, and your dad, alongside other adults standing together, looking over some papers and talking in hushed voices.

Poe’s face drops as he freezes, realising you’ve stumbled into a place you weren’t supposed to be. The two of you exchange a quick, worried glance, but before you can move, Kes looks up and catches your eye. His expression shifts from surprise to something a little more serious.

“What are you two doing up there?” he calls, crossing his arms.

Caught red-handed, Poe scrambles down, his face flushed with guilt. “We… uh… we were just doing some recon, Dad,”

Kes gives him a pointed look, his eyes narrowing. “Recon? Is that what you’re calling it?” He sighs, shaking his head. “You’re too high up. If you fell… Poe, you’re not just putting yourself at risk, you’re dragging others into trouble too. You know better than this.”

Poe’s shoulders slump, his stomach twisting as the words sink in. “I’m sorry, Dad,” he mutters, his voice barely audible as he avoids eye contact.

With a defiant grin, you think you can make things better, unbothered by the mild scolding of Poe’s dad, you try to speak for the both of you. “We were just training to look out for Empire spies,” you explain with a serious nod. “Poe and I have been training hard to be ready!”

Your dad steps forward, his arms crossed and his face hard with disapproval.“Enough excuses,” he says firmly. “You two. Climb down. Now.” His tone is firm, making it clear he’s not happy about this either.

The weight of his voice leaves no room for argument, and with a sigh, you carefully follow Poe’s lead, your heart heavy as you descend. Once you’re both on the ground, your dad grips your arm, his gaze stern. “We’ll talk about this at home,you’re in deep trouble.” he says evenly, the promise of consequences hanging in the air.

As you’re led away, you glance back at Poe, who lingers for a moment, his hands stuffed in his pockets and his head hanging low. He manages a small, sad smile, lifting a hand in a subdued wave. You return the gesture, your own heart sinking under the weight of guilt and frustration.

Despite everything, the unspoken understanding between you lingers, a quiet reassurance that, no matter the scolding, you’ll both bounce back from this together.

After the incident, the weekend passes, and even though you were both grounded for what you did, Poe knows that he’d continue following you everywhere, eager to learn from you. Even if he’s a little nervous, he finds himself braver each time, when he’s with you, taking bigger leaps, climbing higher places, and facing every little “danger” you point out. For Poe, every scraped knee and every muddy shoe feels worth it, as long as you’re there beside him, his lieutenant and best friend.

When Poe arrives at kindergarten in the morning with a bright smile, he’s very eager to tell you about the spaceship toy his mom had sent him alongside a cargo that came to the rebel post. But when he reaches the classroom, his smile falters. Your usual seat by the window is empty, your backpack and coat nowhere in sight. His heart pounds as he looks around, waiting to see you run in late, maybe with a story about an adventure you had on the way to school, maybe you also have something to show him and are just teasing his nerves, making him wait for your arrival at the last minute.

But… you don’t come.

The teacher eventually explains to him that you and your family had to move away suddenly. The words feel heavy, and Poe’s small hands grip the straps of his jacket as his bottom lip wobbles. He doesn’t fully understand why you had to leave or where exactly “away” is, but he knows it’s far enough that you won’t be coming back.

The following days are quiet. He drifts through recess and playtime without his usual spark, his gaze inevitably straying to the tree where you once perched together, where you’d both laughed and schemed like rebels in training.He thinks about the fact that you’re gone, maybe its his fault? Maybe he could’ve stand up for you in front of your dad, maybe that way you would’ve stayed, if you’d both hadn’t gone snooping around, maybe you’d still be with him.

Poe’s little cheeks are stained with tears and he spends more time holding Captain Fluff close, as if the little tooka doll might somehow fill the gap of your absence. At home, he tries to keep up with the “missions” you once led, braving solo ventures to his backyard and recreating your adventures, but the thrill fades faster than he expects.

In time, Poe will come to recognize these memories as something precious, realising how they’ve embedded a spark of adventure within him, a piece of you that remains despite your absence. The small voice you planted in him—an urge to climb higher, to be braver, and to dream bigger—will stay with him, shaping his path forward. He doesn’t know it now, but those days, even the bittersweet ones, will linger within him for years to come, forming a quiet foundation for the hero he’ll one day become.

Years later, Poe stands in the middle of the busy Resistance base, his mind laser-focused on the upcoming mission briefings, the endless tactical updates, and the hum of pilots and soldiers passing by. He’s been on countless missions, and by now, the routine has become second nature—preparing his X-wing, checking the systems, reviewing the intel. His concentration is unwavering as a Resistance officer details the mission ahead, highlighting enemy positions and strategic points of interest. Poe nods along, mentally mapping out the path, fine-tuning his plan.

But then, across the room, something, no someone, catches his eye.

Amidst the bustle of soldiers and pilots, talking with another Resistance pilot, is someone he feels he recognizes. His gaze sharpens, as he takes in the details—the shape of their features, the fierce but familiar set of their jaw, the gleam in their eyes that’s both determined and a little mischievous. There’s something about them, something he can’t quite place, but it stirs something in him—like the flicker of an old memory, buried deep. He watches for a moment, distracted from the briefing, trying to piece it all together.

It’s only when the officer calls his name, snapping him back to the present, that he realises he’s been staring. He shakes his head, refocusing on the mission details, but the pull of that familiar presence lingers. His curiosity gnaws at him. After a few more moments, he can’t resist and excuses himself and jogs towards the other side of the hangar.

“Hey,” he says, almost breathless, a soft smile growing as he studies your face more closely. And then, with a look of realisation, he knows it—it’s you. It’s really you. “Tree climber, is that you?”

You blink, momentarily surprised, and then a laugh escapes you. “Wait—tooka doll kid?”

Poe’s face goes crimson, his bravado faltering as he clears his throat. “I, uh—yeah, that’d be me,” he admits, scratching the back of his neck with a sheepish smile. “But, hey, I’ve got a name too, you know. Poe Dameron. Just Poe is fine, though.” he adds, his tone half-proud, half-nervous.

You chuckle softly. “Of course, Poe Dameron, I remember,” you tease, because of course you knew who he was. “Can’t believe you’ve gone from the shy, tooka doll kid that used to follow me everywhere, to being the poster boy for the Resistance.” You raise an eyebrow, a smile tugging at your lips. “Guess you really did become all important.”

Poe grins, his face flushing slightly, though he tries to hide it behind a chuckle. “Well, guess someone’s gotta lead the way, right?” he says, the cocky edge creeping back into his voice.

The two of you laugh quietly together, and Poe’s heart feels like it’s soaring, even within the chaos of the base. His gaze lingers on you as he shakes his head in awe. “Wow... look at you,reconnaissance now, huh?” He recognizes the badge on your arm and chuckles, eyes crinkling. “Just like your dad, and it tracks. You always did love exploring the uncharted.”

You smile, leaning in a little closer, your gaze wandering over him as you take in his strong features, the way his dark curls fall just over his forehead, and that lopsided, boyish grin that’s still the same as it was when you were kids. And those dimples—those same little dimples—are still there, deepening as he smiles at you.

“And you, a squad leader,” you counter back with a teasing smirk. “Not bad, Dameron.” You don’t tell him, but ever since you got assigned that week to move to the Yavin base, you’d hoped you’d bump into him somehow—just to admire him in his element, the confident leader of the Resistance.

Poe’s eyes drop for a moment, a small blush creeping up his neck, getting nervous as your steady gaze studies him, same way it did when you were kids, never faltering. Neither of you speak, taking in the almost surreal reunion.

Suddenly, he’s not sure what to do with himself. His gaze drifts over you as if seeing you for the first time. After all, it is the first time he sees you in your adult life. You're standing there, strong, poised in your uniform, that looks somehow both formidable and very fitting on you. But there’s something else—something about the way you carry yourself, the way the light catches your eyes, the quiet confidence in your stance. He catches his breath, his heart racing just a little as he takes you in, the same person from all those years ago but somehow... different. Gorgeous, even.

For a moment, he forgets how to speak. He’s pulled from his thoughts only when he realises he's been staring too long, he shakes himself back into reality, glancing up at you with a slight cough, trying to act nonchalant.

“You… you look good,” he says quickly, his voice a little unsteady. He clears his throat again, adding with a nervous laugh, “I mean—uh, well… you know. For someone in the Resistance uniform, I mean– this is not going very well is it?” His words stutter out as his hand rubs the back of his neck, but it only makes you chuckle.

“Smooth as always.” You shake your head in amusement at his flustered response.

Poe watches you for a moment longer, his heart still racing from the mix of nostalgia and admiration. As you catch his gaze, a warmth spreads across your cheeks, and you quickly look down, suddenly feeling self-conscious. The way he was looking at you made you realise just how much you had missed him—more than you were prepared to admit. But you shake off the fluttering feeling in your chest and decide to change the subject.

"So, uh... are you leaving soon for a mission?" you ask, your voice a little steadier than you feel. You focus on looking at Poe's forehead instead of his eyes, hoping that the lack of eye contact convinces your brain and distracts it enough for you not to make a fool of yourself, and avoid the heat that just started creeping up your cheeks.

Poe, still a little flushed himself, gives you a sheepish grin. "Yeah, actually, in a couple of hours," he says, eyes lingering on your flushed cheeks. "Lots of pre-flight checks and intel stuff to go through before I head out."

You nod, your mind briefly flashing back to the way he used to prepare for missions as a kid, always following your lead, but the first to volunteer for anything daring. "Sounds like you're always on the go," you tease gently.

Poe chuckles, his gaze softening as he looks down, his foot nervously tapping the ground, shifting back and forth, things never change.

"Well, you know me—always got something to do. But hey..." He pauses for a moment, looking at you with a slight hesitation, then asks, “Hey, after the mission and after I’m off patrol… would you want to grab a drink? Maybe catch up?”

You blink in surprise, a smile tugging at your lips, and for a moment, you can’t quite believe this is happening. Poe Dameron, the fearless pilot and Resistance leader, asking you to catch up. You might have been his childhood friend for a hot moment, but this still feels unreal, you shrug off the doubt and look him in the eye. "Actually..." you start, the idea suddenly sparking in your mind, "how about I suggest something a little more fitting?"

You step a little closer to him, eyes gleaming with a playful challenge. You point off into the distance, toward a towering tree at the far end of the base. "You see that tree?" you ask. "Right there, just on the far end of the base. It's pretty tall... you can see it from a long way off."

Poe follows the direction of your finger, his curiosity piqued. "Yeah, I see it. Pretty big for sure. What about it?"

You smile, leaning in just a bit, as if sharing a secret. "Been meaning to climb it," you say. "And I might need help doing it. So, would that be something that interests you?"

Poe grins, the idea instantly catching fire in his mind. "Climbing a tree?" he laughs, "You know, we're not kids anymore. I don't think this is exactly your idea of a good time as an adult, is it?"

You raise an eyebrow, the challenge in your tone still there as you look at him. "Oh, I don't know, what, you’re gonna chicken out on me, Dameron?"

Poe's grin widens, his chest puffing up as he shakes his head. "Not a chance. I’m not a chicken," he says with mock indignation. "I’ll show you just how not a chicken I am."

"Rendezvous by the tallest tree, then?"

Poe’s grin only grows wider as he gives you a mock salute. "Copy that, Lieutenant." He teases and makes you both laugh again. “I gotta go, but I’ll meet you when I get back.” With a quick glance back, he turns to leave, heading off to prepare for the mission ahead.

As he walks away, his heart feels lighter, his steps more purposeful. The collision of his past and present has left him feeling more confident, as if something has shifted in him. He’s reminded of the person he used to be as a kid—the one who faced challenges with a grin and a sense of adventure, rather than the constant tension and weight of responsibility that so often clouded his thoughts.

But now, with you back in his life, that spark of his younger self is rekindled. He finds himself looking forward to returning to base, eager to pick up where you both left off…

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hanasnx · 10 months ago

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wade noticing how you get turned on when he’s using his guns so he fucks your mouth with one 😵‍💫

anon ive been thinking about this since you sent it in because when i read it i did audibly make a sound and drop my phone because because because like how do i recover from this. wade and gunplay is so genius and the way you worded it it fucking clocked me

he can see how youre watching him so closely with pretty parted lips when hes literally shooting people. he knows theyre some deep rooted weird psychological shit going on about power play and all that, but does he care? nah. later on, when the threat is well passed, and youre cute as ever in your little home outfit, he gets an idea. "look at me, baby, you see this?" he picks the weapon up into your view. "this is not a toy." and he approaches you, drawing the barrel up to your mouth, stroking across your bottom lip with it. youre a little confused, but you wouldnt dare ruin this. you nod slowly. "words." he tells you, acting like hes annoyed with you. you open your mouth, taking a breath, and he shoves it right in. you emit a weak "mmph!" but your tongue molds to it right away

#indy shoots the shit #thanks for the msg!!#anon: 🔫#ch: wade #wade wilson prompt #tw gunplay

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buddiesbuddiess · 21 days ago

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maybe i’ve just been here way too long but a “hint” in any form to me is just a copout at this point. we’ve been getting nothing but hints, and if that’s what they decide to give us, then i don’t think i’ll be able to watch the show again because it will be clear they’ll delay it to the end of season 9 and we’ll either be stuck with 30 seconds of buddie canon screentime if the show doesn’t get renewed, or we have to wait until 2027 to actually see buddie together

and maybe im mean for this but i dont really care if the GA need to be eased into it- they dont- because i’ve been waiting for seven, almost eight years for this, and having to wait another? possibly two? it’s starting to not get worth it anymore

and even then- a hint is always able to be walked back on, even a verbal confession; tim obviously doesn’t care about how the fandom reacts to him making awful decisions, so if they don’t actually go canon next episode (canon to me is an acknowledgment and action- eg going on a date or kissing, etc) then i’m not gonna be able to keep going through the emotional ringer since they can’t just commit already, and have to do all this bait stuff

bc im sorry, joint interviews with the actors isn’t “buddie hint” material- that’s “we’re either full on baiting or we’ve actually gone canon”

i don’t mean any of this to be an attack on you- im moreso just venting my frustrations at the different theories ive seen; especially since everyone so loudly was like “oh buddie for sure is going canon in s8” and now its just “oh well, maybe next year again 🤷‍♀️” like we’ve been doung every hiatus since s7 started

I do get what you’re saying. Maybe I misspoke when I used the word hint in the other ask. What I meant what a clear and undeniable canon confirmation that buddie is about to be given a developing romantic storyline and that there’s nowhere it can go than that.

That’s what I meant by verbal feelings realization and/or aborted love confession. When I said I don’t think they’re going to kiss, it’s because in my opinion that’s not really where they’re at yet at the point we’re at in the story. I can see an ALMOST kiss happening. I think any of these things can fulfil the “buddie canon season 8” hopes without speed running the relationship and leaving hype and time for the real will they won’t they do develop in season 9. Because the thing about will they won’t they storylines in these kinds of shows is that they pretty much always will.

Regarding the general audience, I’m sorry but we do have to remember this show is written for the masses, not just specifically for the fans. We’ve been waiting for buddie for years, but the majority of the audience has not. So if they are committed to buddie, they have to do the work in making the general audience not only see what we’re seeing, but actively root for buddie too.

But if they end season 8 still just “leaving the door open” without committing to anything then I’m with you on being sick of waiting. It also seems illogical not to follow through with this storyline this season since they’ve been building it up for the majority of the season. If they are committed to buddie, it seems dumb not to capitalise on the insane hype they’ve built on the pairing this season and the work they’ve done to establish romantic undertones. So if nothing of note happens then I’m not really expecting it ever to happen tbh.

What the other anon was asking was what I THINK is going to happen, and I’ve started managing my expectations a lot more over the last month. Because I know what I think will happen in this story if they’re following what makes most narrative sense and picking up on clear storytelling cues. But as I said in the other ask, this show doesnt always follow the most narrative sense. So it’s hard to actually say what I think will happen when I know what I’m picking up from narrative cues, but that I can’t fully trust the writers to follow their own narrative.

#buddie #911 abc #911 show #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911 season 8 #911 speculation #asks

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evieelyzabethh · 19 days ago

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I Can Fix Him

pairing(s): Spike x fem!doctor!reader, Angel x fem!doctor!reader

summary: Non-vampire AU where you have the misfortune of dealing with a couple of patients who are convinced they are creatures of the night pt.1

warnings: yandere content, possessiveness/jealousy/obsessive behavior, violence, biting, strange power dynamics (doctor x patient), masturbation, dead dove do not eat

an: heyyy guys, did you miss me. i know i blew up a little bit for my arcane stuff but it was time to go back to my roots. for anyone wondering, I abandoned arcane for a bit because s2 was deeply disappointing and some of the bullshit ive seen from strange jayvik stans has shaken my faith in humanity. i'm not abandoning it forever, but i had to take a breather.

⛤Yandere!William, or Spike as he insisted you call him, who takes great pride in being your patient before Yandere!Angel. It was something he held in incredibly high regard. You were new, not just to the hospital, but the entire field, and it certainly showed. Your white jacket was clean, and someone clearly took care to hand embroider your name onto the pocket. Your finger itched over that spot when you got nervous, the raised letters bringing you back to the exciting feeling of when you first received it just a year or so ago. He knew to get into this place he couldn't have been the first ever patient you ever dealt with, but he was certainly the biggest challenge you'd ever encountered.

⛤Yandere!Spike who definitely takes advantage of the fact that you've never truly dealt with him before. The older doctors didn't give up on him but rather got tired of his games rather quick. They'd been around the block a few times; they'd seen delusion and then they'd seen his delusions. They'd experienced roadblocks as well as immovable objects such as himself. They didn't give up, no, they just decided not to waste their energy on someone who never had any desires to get better. You, poor thing, didn't understand this nuance.

⛤Yandere!Spike who is a dirty liar. You think you're making huge breakthroughs and he's doing what he's doing best and being dramatic. If you have one flaw, it's your ever-extending empathy. It makes you a great psychiatrist, if a little gullible. Not that he's mad at it, it makes you a delicious pawn. You won't play along with him, keeping a neutral expression on your face when he flashes his 'fangs' or rants about his bloodlust, but somethings you just can't hide. That concern for one, that precious little concern that the lamb offers to the 'wounded' wolf.

⛤Yandere!Spike who doesn't even think much of you at first. Sure, you're the prettiest thing to around him since they threw him in here, but that's not a very high bar to clear when he's been having old guys with white beards and cold stethoscopes poking around since he killed his mother years ago. But he is a man with urges. A man with very suppressed urges that his hand just doesn't cut anymore.

⛤Yandere!Spike who doesn't feel bad at all stroking his cock to the thought of you. Sliding his hands down his pants without a trace of a blush on his pale cheeks at the way he squeezes the base, his free hand wet from what spurt out his tip. He doesn't bother shoving the white cotton shirt in his open mouth, letting deep groans flow from his throat without any desire to muffle them. He doesn't feel a sliver of shame when he howls your name at ungodly hours of the night, a piece of him hoping someone Angel would hear him.

⛤Yandere!Spike who's had a one-sided rival with Yandere!Angel since he found out he was also your patient. Spike make have been your patient first, but Angel had been here longer. He had that brooding "woe is me, I am woe" act down. Even threw himself in here to get help, but a leopard never changes its spots or however the phrase goes

⛤Yandere!Angel who definitely feels bad about the immediate crush he develops on you. Well, to be more specific, feels bad about the immediate nasty thoughts he has about you. Half the time, he wouldn't even look at you. For a while, his sessions consisted of him talking to a wall behind your head, his voice low in his shame. It would've been better had he only fantasized about fucking you. More than he had dreamed of being inside you, he had dreamt about killing you

⛤Yandere!Angel who really isn't a violent guy, its exactly why he keeps his distance. He's not a violent dog, he just has this unabating urge to bite. He knows his guilt won't save him, but it makes him feel better. It makes him feel more deserving of you. He eventually even gaslights himself into thinking that his regret of hypothetically killing you negates the amount of times he's fantasized it. It negates how much harder he gets when that light leaves your eyes after he's through with you. It's not his fault, he was born like this. A devourer. A moment isn't enough, a lifetime isn't even enough, he wants eternity. But, of course, eternity has never been offered to mortals.

⛤Yandere!Angel who rationalizes that it can't be that bad. It's always accidental. It's never violent. There is such a thin line between pain and pleasure and sometimes in these dreams he can't tell if you're begging him to stop or keep going. He convinces himself that these dreams of him biting you aren't even his fault. I mean, he can't know your limits for you. You don't know when too much is too much, and he is nothing if not a giver. He is convinced that though he dreams end with you did, you'll eventually wake up. Stronger, more able to handle him.

⛤This doesn't mean Yandere!Angel wouldn't regret it. He would love you even after you turned blue. He would keep you even longer after. He can't let Yandere!Spike get to you. You even now have no idea what he'd do to you. If he is a rabid dog, Spike is a monster. He may be leaner and smaller, that's exactly what makes him worse. Angel's monstrosity is obvious. He's never been able to escape it. He's always been too big, too mean looking. Spike? He was like a rusty needle in an empty plain, you may not have even known you stepped on the wrong thing until you're dying of tetanus.

⛤Yandere!Spike owns this reputation of monster. He likes to scare you. He likes that look in your eye, that look where your eyes glaze over and your pupils get blown out. That Icarian look of staring into the sun as you fall, realizing you may have bitten off more than you can chew. He wants to scare you off, he gets off on that look. It's something he can own, something he keeps replaying in his mind, something he holds over Angel's head.

⛤Yandere!Spike says whatever he can to illicit that response and yet somehow, he can't bring himself to bring yourself into his depraved, blood-lusted delusions. It's a line he didn't even realize existed for him. Breaking out to hunt your parents just to set them on fire is fair game, telling you exactly where he'd cut your friends open to bleed them dry most efficiently is light work. Hurting you? He can think it, but he can't say it. Even his theatric threats to your friends and family, which he knows is only elongating his sentence, and maybe he doesn't mind it. He has his pretty nurse to look forward to. Being here means being with you. Even better, it means you having to be with him.

⛤Yandere!Spike who wonders if he even wants to leave. He is a performer! And here he has a forceful audience. He's killed a lot of people, damn near everyone he knows, he has no one. He has an epiphany after fucking his fist and covering his lower half in his spent. Usually, the fantasies end up in your apartment after an epic prison break where he follows you home and violates you in your own bed. This one happened in his very room. You came in on your own accord, you initiated it, you needed him. It felt good. It felt euphoric. He hadn't felt like this since...ever. It made him realize he spent too much time fantasizing about being yours, he failed to realize you could be his

⛤Yandere!Spike who becomes softer after that. Sweeter almost. He becomes more honest with the atrocities he's committed, which still elicits that beautiful look, but there's something beneath it. Pity. You pity him. That might've been the most dangerous thing you could've done. How could you ever pity that.

#buffy the vampire slayer x reader #buffy the vampire slayer headcannons #buffy the vampire slayer imagine #buffy the vampire slayer fanfic #buffy the vampire slayer smut #spike btvs smut #spike btvs #spike x reader #angel btvs #angel btvs x reader #angel x reader #yandere x reader #btvs #btvs fanfiction

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midnight--sadness · 4 months ago

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you are so right about everything!!! thanks so much for replying to that and sharing your opinions. i love that you are very levelheaded about the show but also like to enjoy fanon. :)

I get so mad when people say Jun-ho ruined everything/ was a bad person for not telling Gi-hun about In-ho being the frontman. Thats his brother! That is his big brother who he doesn’t know what will happen to if Gi-hun finds him. He doesn’t know what Gi-huns reaction to that information would be or how the other people in charge of the games will react if someone were to expose his brother’s identity.

And god the theories, accusations, and comparisons of Gi-hun being a new frontman/becoming evil really disappoint me. Maybe I am just in denial about my favorite character, but i just dont see that happening. He is supposed to be the character the audience roots for and his actions are meant to be seen as how they would want to react in a situation like this. (for the most part) I just think the approach of making Hi-hun just like In-ho is lousy and not satisfying at all. I think squid game might give us a more satisfying ending for gi-hun even if that means his death.

Gi-hun certainly is not perfect. no character is and i will always admit that, but the way some people react about these two? crazy

and i don’t want to be more of a d-rider than i already am when it comes to gi hun, but the way people act about him not getting on the plane is ridiculous. how do people expect him to lead a normal life after all that had happened plus him figuring out it will all continue and happen to more people?? also lets not mention how he probably doesn’t feel like he will be an adequate enough father with all his trauma and flaws. AND!!! would you go to see your daughter after knowing these psychos have been tracking you? that would risk her life if they ever wanted someone to use against you? (which they very much would do. ive seen theories that jung bae was placed in the games not just by coincidence)

These two characters are good men and we can’t forget what causes them to make these decisions or the fact that they are meant to have flaws!!! It’s infuriating how they are treated compared to actual villains.

also i would like to see in ho not be forgiven as well. if there is some kind of redemption for him, i hope we still see people he’s hurt so badly be angry (which i dont think will be depicted as a real redemption, just him making a good decision) i agree that jun ho may be more forgiving, but gi hun deserves to be infuriated with what happened to him. seriously in ho didnt have to go as far as he did with gi hun. luckily i dont see him ever doing that because he has no reason to. he was never close to in ho, only young il. he can come back with a lot of heat and vengeance if someone does what in ho has done. (re: gi hun trying to attack sang woo after he killed sae byeok)

this is way too long, im sorry. im just passionate about these characters and their dynamics with in ho. i hope you dont mind my ramblings and i dont feel like looking over it so hopefully they make sense. i really appreciate you talking about this with me!

i so glad u liked what i had to say!! i'm very protective of gihun so my instinct is always to say that he's innocent and does no wrong but in real life people make mistakes. also pls never apologize abt rambling in my inbox i love it so much!! 💖💖 i'm really liking talking to you too!!!

about junho not telling gihun, i once made a post wondering what junho's endgame was. if gihun and his team was successful, then that entire ordeal at the club was to kidnap inho. eventually, gihun was going to remove inho's mask and junho would have to tell him that inho was his brother. gihun finding out was inevitable, so i think junho didn't do it because, like u say, he didn't know what gihun's game plan for inho was. he probably assumed gihun was going to kill him since gihun pointed a gun at junho just bc junho said he was at the island during the games.

yeah, him being front man would be disappointing. in general i have no faith in the writers of shows, but director hwang seems to have a good head on his shoulders and in s1 the fact that gihun "won" that battle with ilnam i think is a good indicator that director hwang is trying to say that gihun is in the right in this situation and he won't abandon his ideals even if he has suffered for them.

the plane thing 😑 it is so irritating!!! why would gihun get on that plane? to see his daughter who is safe with her mother in another continent? so that gayeong can forgive him? gihun is too selfless to let 400+ die for his own safety and comfort.

and omg, that theory abt jungbae is so good! i'd never thought abt it but them placing jungbae would ensure inho has someone close to gihun that he can kill if gihun steps out of line (which he did). it's like how he combed his hair to look like sangwoo's so he could appeal to gihun's love for him.

i completely agree with you that inho isn't going to be fully redeemed. he'll make a good decision - maybe he'll sacrifice himself to save junho or gihun, or he'll decide to abandon the games so the players can escape, or he'll stay behind to blow up the island while every leaves (the last theory is kinda valid but i have to rewatch s1 to see what they say exactly abt the explosives).

i think junho is actually getting closer to not necessarily forgiving junho but accepting his fate? i was remembering his talk with his mother, about how inho made his own choices regarding taking money from a criminal to pay his wife's treatment. and he tells his mom that it wasn't her fault for not giving inho attention or for not trying to help him. he knew they were there and he never went to them. i think junho is, subtextually, saying that they aren't to able for inho becoming the front man, that he made his own choices on the matter and that nothing junho did would change his mind.

this is something that gihun will also have to learn. he can't help those who don't want to help themselves. i can see gihun at first trying to redeem inho, to get him help by appealing to his humanity and this failing. this would confirm to gihun that inho is without "salvation". he's not the devil but he's made so many mistakes, so many bad decisions, that gihun can't help him even he wants to.

#asks #yapping 4ever #squid game #seong gi-hun #hwang jun-ho #hwang in-ho #u guys know i ship inhun DOWN but this is canon #and canon is grim for inho #meta

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tartigglez · 2 years ago

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For the 300 follower event. Can I request green with Zhongli as Rex Lapis?

"rest"

・❥・rex lapis x gn!adeptus!reader

・❥・1.5k

・❥・set in old teyvat, reader and morax are in a sort of weird soul bond situationship, half-dragon!li (i've just decided its his base form now so everyone cope), he calls reader "little one" at one point (lol?), reader has horns (that sounds so silly help), reader cries and it's kinda cinematic, (yes i am using this to heal the wounds my ex left me with because he was ashamed of our relationship thank you for asking!), this has gotta be one of my fav fics ive ever written LOL

・❥・HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO IT IS I, CAEL. today i present you all with: a thing i wrote!

・❥・if you want to request a prompt from this event, click on the green title!

the world is quiet when the dragon slumbers.

at least, that's what you think.

that's what the adepti think.

the souls of the old deities that have been subdued by rex lapis calm a little when he rests. their empty shells are less vengeful, and they, albeit momentarily, no longer seek to wreak havoc on the people of liyue.

it was a simple mission you had. go to the cave, retrieve any necessary cor lapis for streetward rambler and do not disturb morax. and of course, none of the other adepti knew, but this rule was an optional one in your mind.

the others would never know of your relationship with rex lapis, which was of a deeper level than you cared to explain. the deep, intricate weaves of your two souls together were much more detailed than anyone could ever imagine, so gently and carefully tied over such a long time that they could never be undone. they were roots so deep that neither you nor him could even tell how much you needed each other.

of course, when he is resting you shouldn’t disturb him, because he needs it. he works hard to protect his people, and for this reason he should always be allowed to rest when he needs.

as the few chunks of cor lapis you carried in your bag clanked together, you entered the mouth of a cave in mingyun village. you were fully aware that this was where he would be, since you could feel his presence. but you were only here since this was where the best cor lapis could be found, right? right?

a seemingly small tunnel in the side of the cave led you straight to the sight of him. he was completely still in slumber, tail of brown scales and golden spines lay a little curved on his hoard of various gemstones and chunks of metals.

you walked somewhat slowly to him, tiptoeing your way in to the cave, only to have a look at him of course. he looked quite strange when sleeping. his aura was much more peaceful than usual.

normally, morax was calm. but there would always be some sort of troubled glint in his eyes, one that it appears only you can see, perhaps it is only for you to know of.

as you made your way to the side of the cave opposite to the opening, you could see his hair and arms glowing a little in rhythm with his breathing. from deep in his chest came soft, yet low purrs. he was at rest. however, the small smile which appeared on his lips would say otherwise.

slowly, but surely his eyelids opened, the bright amber irises previously hidden behind them meeting you as you stared at him, not even realising he had actually woken up. instead you were busy admiring his presence.

“you haven’t been here long, hm?” he spoke with a yawn, pushing himself to sit up upon his hoard. the golden surfaces of a few pieces of mora reflected his sharp features as he took a sigh.

your expression was one of pure guilt. you had only wished to see him, after all it was rare that the two of you got much time alone, but you didn’t want to actually wake him up when he was so deserving of a sleep.

“not to worry,” he smiled, “i was due to wake up in a few days anyway.” he got down from the top of the pile, ground shaking a little as he jumped, and was all of a sudden by your side. “why the long face, little one?” he asked gently, tilting his head to the side and placing a loving hand on your cheek.

“i didn’t want to wake you up” you sighed, leaning into his touch. “i did miss you, but i only wanted to see you, not disturb you.”

he moved a little closer to you, his horns slightly touching your own as he moved his forehead against yours, “you are never a disturbance to me, dear” he spoke, closing his eyes and taking a few breaths with you.

but suddenly, it hurt.

“morax…” you opened, trailing off, unsure of how to convey what you wanted to say. instead, your eyebrows knit themselves together, and completely out of your control, a single tear rolled down your cheek, losing itself slowly to the fabric of your robe after making its way down your neck.

he felt it, all of the emotions that were happening for you were making their way to him, his senses more amplified after having rested. “dear-” he said softly, voice breaking a little, hands and eyes searching your body for some sign of injury or pain, “did something hurt you, are you well?” his eyes were filled with concern for you, and somehow that made you feel worse. he stroked your cheek with one hand, the other rubbing up and down your arm. “tell me, what troubles you?” he asked quietly.

“you wouldn’t want to know,” you giggled a little, more tears suddenly escaping your face. “it is a futile complaint”

“tell me,” he said, bringing his hands to your cheeks and gently wiping away your tears, “i want to hear all of it”

you were silent for some time after that, the dim environment of the cave allowing you to lean your head on rex lapis’ shoulder, holding his hand as the other was gently stroking over your hair, and slowly massaging at the base of your horns.

“do you think we’ll ever be able to tell them?” you said, nothing more than a whisper. so quietly that if morax didn’t have such heightened senses, he wouldn’t have been able to hear it at all.

“tell who?” he said back, shoulder slightly vibrating against your cheek as he did.

“the others. do you think we can ever tell them about us?” you asked, absentmindedly staring at a single coin of mora across from you. upon its shiny surface was painted the image of rex lapis of one and his adepti. no. upon its surface was painted two people who were held in a love that had been finely crafted over centuries, each piece chiselled out like the stone of a statue.

“do you want them to know?” he asked, turning his head a little to place a soft kiss upon your head, humming a little before turning back to face his hoard, leaning his head on top of yours.

you nodded a little, closing your eyes, unsure of what to say next.

“if you want them to know then we shall tell them. i doubt they will be upset about it. after all, i am the one in charge, no?” he chuckled a little, interlacing his fingers with yours.

“you’d really tell them?” you asked, moving from the way you were sat, instead sitting up straight to look at him, holding both his hands in your own.

“if that is what you want, then of course i will. i only wish you had told me sooner.” he smiled at you, standing up and pulling you with him. your eyes shone brightly as you beamed at him, and he moved a little closer to you to ask a very important question…

“would you like to rest with me for a little while?”

you nodded, and within an instant he had whisked you to the top of his pile. he began circling around, trying to find a comfortable spot before inviting you to lay down by him, tapping on the space beside him, which was rather funny, because a few of his treasures rolled down the side of the hoard, which made him pout a little.

you keenly moved to lay down beside him, resting your head on his arm. however, there was one major problem.

“this is kind of uncomfortable” you spoke, watching his face contort from being relaxed, to confused, to relieved. through his expressions you could already tell that he had found the solution.

“here,” he yawned out, swiftly moving you to lay on his chest as he rolled on to his back. “better?”

you laughed a little, cheek against the robe which (barely) covered his chest. “much better”

he wrapped both his arms around your waist, every effort being made not to scrape you with his talons. and in this moment, that was when it hit you, more than ever before. every piece of care that he had for you and you for him, it was all for one cause…

“i love you, morax” you smiled softly, squeezing him a little.

finally, you had put words to it. after centuries, you had finally verbalised on the affection shared between the two of you. for the first time ever, you knew exactly what you felt. it was love.

it is love.

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aquilaltaire · 25 days ago

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tsukumo ima (not really in-depth) analysis

[warning: spoilers for ima's free time & bonding events]

ima genuinely and deeply cares for his sister to the point that he is willing to go to any lengths to protect her. she is the only family he has left and everything he does is rooted in a desperate desire to keep her safe.

(do note that ive only finished 6/100 endings and completed ima's bonding events. my opinion may or may not change as i progress with the game. regardless, i just want to share my current thoughts about him since ive grown to like him as a character)

in order to provide for the both of them, he has taken on countless jobs that are borderline or straight up illegal. it was heavily implied that he was subjected to abuse. and in his desperate attempt for survival, even resorted to using his own body as a means to make ends meet. (he's confirmed 15 years old based from their jp introduction but was omitted from the english localization for some reason)

for him, these sacrifices were worth it because all he has ever wanted is to give his sister a better life.

however, his protectiveness, though well-intentioned, has become too toxic. his need to shield her from every potential harm has led him to take control over her decisions, relationships, and even her sense of independence. by constantly making choices for her and micromanaging her life, he is not only stifling her growth but also denying her the opportunity to develop on her own. his actions, though rooted in love, are robbing her of agency which could ultimately be more damaging to her than the things he's trying to protect her from.

now that kako is growing up and pushing back against his control, ima is forced to come to a terrifying realization that she may no longer need him the way she once did. and that possibility scares him. his entire identity has been built around being her protector, the one person she could always rely on. without that role, he is unsure of who he is or what purpose he serves. he has unknowingly become codependent on her by relying on her need for him to define his own sense of self.

in truth, ima's fear is not just about losing his sister to the world. it's also about losing the only role that has ever given his life meaning. that said, i wouldn’t go as far as to say that his actions and his resistance to allowing his sister to make decisions for herself are completely justified. while his intentions may come from love, the impact is still harmful. it's important to recognize that his behavior, however complex, still crossed a line.

but even though his choices are flawed and pftentimes toxic, i can understand where he’s coming from. he’s someone shaped by trauma, by loss, and by a life spent in survival mode. letting her sister go feels dangerous to him because, for so long, control was the only way he knew how to keep her safe. he is not acting out of malice, but out of fear (maybe even desperation). that doesn't make his actions right, but it makes them human.

#ima tsukumo #this is literally just a yap fest for me

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majorasnightmare · 1 month ago

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what does Dirge get up to post-epilogue following his recovery in the city? does he have a plan or does he sort of just get pulled into another adventure?

does Minthara's hypothetical daughter (in reference to her patched Speak with Dead) dialogue come into play at all or are you ignoring that/brushing it off as a dev mistake?

WAAAAA SURPRISE ASK

honestly given that minthara never talks about her child in game and she never dies in dirges playthru, theres just no way in game for him to ever experience that dialogue or get that info. and because of that, their entire relationship on AND off screen is built without it. also my entire characterizarion of minthara+her relationship with dirge was built without it, so while im sure theres enjoyable avenues of character analysis to be built off it, i personally am not super invested in exploring it thru dirges storyline. the answer to how hed cope with a child+kids in general is already p well handled thru jaheiras family+arabella+mol and mattis+his brothers child with laezel. wrt mintharas storyline, its such a nothingburger in game since it doesnt let you rly engage with that aspect of her in dialogue at all. like minthara and motherhood IS interesting and fascinating, for sure, theres a lot to unpack there. but i think itd be better explored with a romanced partner that isnt dirge. dirge and minthys relationship generally explores themes of autonomy, worship, power, trauma, and recovery and while raising a daughter isnt antithetical to that, any child in the picture would need to take center stage as a third major player in the dynamic, and it just doesnt rly have room for something like that as ive currently characterized it.

tldr ill play in momthara spaces online and in headcanon but its not a factor in her story with dirge 👍

as for what he does post game. OUGH THATS A DOOZY. i havent really settled on it! withers hints that he'll call the gang back together (potentially owing to cyric shenanigans) and dirge is honestly more of an adventurer than a homebody, but part of why he ends up in baldurs gate is explicitly BECAUSE thats more challenging for him. returning to menzoberranzan is a return to comfort, lets him avoid the things he dislikes about himself+the city, lets him stay in easy comfortable habits that dont get challenged or upturned. he gets to just do what hes been doing, this time with fewer stressors, and never have to worry about changing himself as a person. while dirge would like that more, its less interesting than dirge having mental breakdowns because he cant figure out how laundry works! so his current canon endgame is going into traumatic brain injury induced torpor, getting emergency psychic surgery from omeluum, then being out cold for most of the time skip to the epilogue party. minthara establishes a house in the upper city for them and starts ingratiating herself in Gate politics and involving herself with the citys movers and shakers, so that by the time dirge comes to (to start physical therapy yayyy), itd be REALLY hard to just up and leave. theyve been settled for months by that point, and minthys been operating on the assumption thered be no way to tell when dirge returned to her, so she had to prepare for the long haul of maintaining a stable home for both of them with proper access to medical treatment and professional help. that rly digs roots in deep and makes it hard to just. up and GO. so baldurs gate is his home and base of operations both out of necessity by his circumstances, and also by narrative symbolism because he doesnt get to ignore hes a deeply unwell individual full of psychological problems, disability, and trauma. minthara also, imo, REALLY needs that space to develop herself outside of her relationship to dirge because if SHE had it her way, shed deflect and gladly play second fiddle to her trusted alurlssriin because thats just the safest option. Access to safety and power and shielded from personalized consequences with a guaranteed defender who wont allow her to be betrayed or backstabbed. Its a position that minimizes her autonomy by feeding her power and influence through the person shes attached to, and while its safe, it isnt what minthy needs to THRIVE. so 6 month break!

after the epilogue, dirge is primarily trying to regain his ability, and assisting minthara with her political maneuvering and scheming, something shes canonically having a blast with. Dirge himself is very comfortable playing a support role, but is def struggling with the severe drop in kill frequency. Turns out his idea of "drip feeding the Urge" in game was actually SIGNIFICANTLY more frequent than even his bhaalist years! spending 30ish years killing once a tenday, to about a year killing once a DAY to once every several days, and then going tendays to MONTHS without killing is uhhh. an Adjustment™️. but beyond All That, hes doing a lot of Forbidden Necromancy research, happily cultivating a poison+alchemy garden, and also being forced by his loved ones to socialize. He babysits decently often! Being in the Gate makes it easier for ppl to contact him so hes frequently in contact with Isobel, Shadowheart, and Gale, and Astarion has free reign to crash at his house. Rly its just everyone Off Plane that he doesnt get to talk to often.

honestly i personally would love for his gay ass to go out and cause trouble again. its just rly hard finding a reason WHY. like theres several projects hes working on that could provide a REASON but not the middle bit of actually being a problem solved by adventuring. Theres fixing Karlachs heart, curing astarions sunlight sensitivity, finding a way to revive Orin. Theres also the fact hes a forbidden knowledge blood hound and would ADORE the chance to tear through ancient ruins for archeological artifacts and magic lore. Hes also contractually obligated via Chosen Soul Pact to assist Withers if he comes calling, and on top of that Bhaal finally hung up Ye Olde Divine Landline allowing other Gods to hit Dirge up, so its less "Dirge doesnt adventure again" and more "He would but idk what'd CAUSE it". Theres a lot of options and if he wasnt a special snowflake+over level 12 id play him in a dnd campaign for sure

#dirgeposting #hootshooligan #YAYYY LONG DIRGE POST YAHOO

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