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[cerubean]

it's been raining nonstop in brindleton bay...

[slovoricbutbetter]

Anarchy Class for Subs and Bottoms: Intro

[slaps chalkboard with a spanking paddle] so! class is in session! today we'll be talking about anarchism! i know, the saying 'no gods, no masters' may be quite alarming to a lot of you, but please, do try to stop wiggling in your restraints and listen.

[picks up chalk and quickly longhands a nearly incomprehensible word.]

so the core tenant of anarchism, as i see it, is responsibility. [slaps the word for emphasis.] responsibility for yourself, your community, and the natural world around you. don't groan now! i know you submissive ass bitches like daddy to come in and take care of things, as well as the threat of punishment to keep you in line, but we must all learn to function on our own, and daddy needs support too, so suck it up or else help me god. [corrects glasses]

now, there are three main pillars of responsibility. number one! [longhands another scribble that might just be the word 'penis' but it's very loopy so who can tell] recognising and differentiating between instances where you do or do not have control. what i mean by that is, of course, is that you'll have extra homework- beat your head against the desk again and i'll assign more- on the nature of systemic issues such as racism, ableism and queerphobia in late stage capitalism, so you are better equipped to handle this pillar.

in more familiar terms, consider a potential dom. if they live halfway across the world and both of you are poor, the distance is not something you can control- however you can change other things to accommodate each other if you so wish. neither of you can take responsibility for handling the distance at the moment, and neither of you is responsible in case long distance relationships don't work for them. in other areas, however, you still have responsibility.

number two! [two words this time, they definitely say 'tasty clit'] recognising your limitations. if you are disabled, you should not be held responsible for things you physically can not do- so for example, if your disability prevents you from leaving the house, you can not be faulted for not doing mutual aid. on a similar note, taking a break is not a sin! you can not bear the load- do not snicker in class! brats, all of you- you can not bear the weight of responsibility at all times, sometimes you need to let go and be taken care of, or left alone.

in more familiar terms, limits and boundaries! we all know if a dom doesn't let you have them, that's a red ass flag the size of germany. so you have to allow yourself to have them, too- none of that 'i don't have limits do whatever you want daddy' bullshit! it's not sexy and only really shows you are not a well-established human being.

number three! [longhands 'application' beautifully and perfectly readably on the desk] if neither of the former two apply, fucking do it! get your head out your ass, take a breath, and start on the goal you wish to achieve. if you want there to be a union at your work place, start one- you're human and you have power. if you want to join a mutual aid circle, find one- the internet is a wonderful place with so much information at your fingertips. you are capable of inducing change, and while that means you might induce bad change, it also means you might shape a better future.

in more familiar terms, say there is an issue in the relationship- you can sulk and get depressed about it, or you can communicate with your dom and clear it up. now!! onto the most important part of the class.

imagine the stupidest, most pointless rule you can. now imagine your dom sets it along with dozens of harsh and stupid rules, doesn't explain them, and punishes you until you're a sobbing mess whenever you break them. they don't give aftercare, and your begging to shift the rules to be ever so slightly softer, easier, more logical, falls on deaf ears. in fact, they crack down harder whenever you try to bring up how the rules are unfair. they tell you you can never leave because they're the best there is, and you clearly deserve it anyway because you're failing at the rules.

[poignant pause.]

the state is the dom. how much do any of you know about the legal system? have you ever tried getting into it? it's dense as fuck, and purposefully so- it doesn't exist to protect us, it exists to protect the profits of some rich motherfuckers on their golden thrones sipping the most expensive champagne in ivory towers or whatever it is the one percent do. i know, i know some of you motherfuckers could eroticise what i have described, but for the love of absolute fuck, try to imagine living like that every day, with no breaks, half starved and cold and lonely.

oh, did i mention you never even got a choice on whether you got into a relationship with this guy? 'cause you didn't, you were their child bride. imagine all that shit! every red flag, right? and we just let it govern our lives like it's normal not to have a single say in how your community is ran! don't you think taking on a little bit of responsibility is better than this?

[looks around the class] okay! i'll hand out the keys to your cuffs now and we'll have a q&a. i will still be expecting the homework- what did i say about banging your head against the desk! [looks at the camera] this class is a fucKING NIGHTMARE

[bdslab]

Best BD Character Tournament

Nominations are closed and the bracket is set! It's time to see who comes on top! Polls will open on Feb 24 at 6AM EST and will run for 1 day each. I'll include links to each poll here after it goes live.

Honorable mention: Weekly (Blacksad) also received a nomination but unfortunately was randomly chosen of the nominees with one vote to sit out of the contest.

The Favorites (most likely to make it to semifinals): Gaston Lagaffe (Gaston) - 12 nominations Astérix (Astérix) - 7 nominations Blutch (Les Tuniques Bleues) - 7 nominations Fantasio (Spirou & Fantasio) - 6 nominations

Round 1

Gaston Lagaffe/Gomer Goof (Gaston) vs Gretchen Webb (Zombillénium)

Lady d'Olfine/d'Olphine (Benoît Brisefer) vs Billy the Cat (Billy the Cat)

Corto Maltese (Corto Maltese) vs Timber Smurf (The Smurfs)

Léon Prunelle (Gaston) vs Brainy Smurf/Schtroumpf à Lunettes (The Smurfs)

Haddock (Tintin) vs Navee/Nävis (Sillage)

Zorglub (Spirou & Fantasio) vs Ian/Yves Lebrac (Gaston)

Getafix/Panoramix (Astérix) vs Dodji (Seuls)

Mélusine (Mélusine) vs Guilhem de Landrey (La Rose Écarlate)

Fantasio (Spirou & Fantasio) vs Calculus/Tournesol (Tintin)

Cacofonix/Assurancetourix (Asterix) vs Clifton (Clifton)

Lucky Luke (Lucky Luke) vs Joe Dalton (Lucky Luke)

Léonard (Léonard) vs Vicky (Les Nombrils)

Obélix (Asterix) vs Seccotine (Spirou & Fantasio)

Dogmatix/Idéfix (Astérix) vs Rasputin (Corto Maltese)

Jérôme K. Jérôme Bloche (Jérôme K. Jérôme Bloche) vs Rubine (Rubine)

Chesterfield (Les Tuniques Bleues) vs Shimy (Les Légendaires)

Astérix (Astérix) vs Valérian (Valérian)

Benny Breakiron/Benoît Brisefer (Benoît Brisefer) vs Philip Mortimer (Blake & Mortimer)

Jimmy Mc Clure (Blueberry) vs Grouchy Smurf/Schtroumpf Grognon (The Smurfs)

Mister Invincible/Imbattable (Imbattable) vs Jokey Smurf/Schtroumpf Farceur (The Smurfs)

Tintin (Tintin) vs Spip (Spirou & Fantasio)

Snowy/Milou (Tintin) vs Eusèbe (De Cape et De Crocs)

Blacksad (Blacksad) vs Sammy (Sammy)

Averell Dalton (Lucky Luke) vs Le Scrameustache (Le Scrameustache)

Blutch (Les Tuniques Bleues) vs Tootuff/Titeuf (Titeuf)

Julius Caesar (Astérix) vs Sonny Tuckson (Buck Danny)

Blueberry (Blueberry) vs Lili (Lili)

Peewit/Pirlouit (Johan & Pirlouit) vs Régis Renaud (Les Petits Hommes)

Spirou (Spirou & Fantasio) vs Zantafio (Spirou & Fantasio)

Yoko Tsuno (Yoko Tsuno) vs Armand de Maupertuis (De Cape et De Crocs)

Gil Jourdan (Gil Jourdan) vs La coccinelle de Gotlib (Rubrique-à-brac)

Lou (Lou!) vs Jadina (Les Légendaires)

[pharawee]

Every week I think, yep, Big Dragon - favourite show right there. But then the next episode is even better than the last one and here I am, with five gifsets in one evening and ideas for about a dozen more. I'm truly living my best life, even if my version of photoshop is waging a constant war against Windows 11 🥲

But on to this week’s episode review:

This episode is aptly titled Good Old Days, and there’s so many flashbacks and memories and little stories being told. It’s all woven together so well. It even comes with its own red thread of fate.

It all starts with a flashback of a flashback and we learn two things almost immediately: Mangkorn’s really close to his mum and she knows about her son’s crush. Being the amazing mother that she is, she approves.

Her son has his eyes on the Moon of Business Administration, after all (what a catch!).

That his crush goes back to their first year of uni didn’t really shock me because the reveal is pretty much the same as in the book (which has even more of an enemies to lovers vibe - honey, stop punching your future boyfriend just so you can be near him). I’m actually really happy that they kept this part in because I really liked the “plot twist” (hey, it counts as a plot twist if there’s hardly any plot). They even hinted at their whole rivalry only being a thing because Mangkorn kept hanging out at Yai’s Faculty and everyone thought he was there to “steal” girls (when in reality he was there to make heart eyes at Yai). 

Mangkorn fell first AND he fell harder. This is it, this is the whole show.

Well, a big part of it anyway.

And speaking of Big.

I’m definitely not immune to older characters kneeling down to tend to their lover’s shoes/feet. There’s just something almost reverent about it. An unwritten rule that is broken because someone just cares so very deeply.

If only Nine knew about the colour-coding in Big Dragon, then he’d realise that Yai's wearing a red jacket and that’s Mangkorn’s colour. He never stood a chance.

But I loved this repeat of a similar shot in episode 2, when Mangkorn and Yai meet in the hospital:

Nine is even wearing the same kind of shoes that Yai usually prefers. He truly is the embodiment of Yai’s comfort zone - which makes Nine’s metaphor about well-worn, comfortable shoes so fitting. Only that Yai is very direct in saying that he sees Nine as an older brother only.

Which is why I don’t get why he’s kissing Nine back for a full minute in slow motion and several different camera angles, but hey, it’s Big Thanakorn. I don’t blame him (Star Hunter, I beg you, give this man his own show! It’s been 84 years etc).

Maybe this is why Nine refuses to read the room even after Yai tells him to never do it again. 

Enter the yin & yang pendant Yai conveniently loses as a kid while playing with - gasp! - Mangkorn (negl I’m not a fan of the whole “I’ve loved you since we were children” trope but I get why they included it here). 

But the red thread of fate it’s hanging from is even more obvious, and it weaves its way through the entire episode, thereby connecting the past and the present - and binding together Mangkorn and Yai.

Meanwhile, in the present, Mangkorn contemplates doing his Master’s abroad - something he obviously didn’t plan for as long as he thought he had Yai in his life (no, really, was he like “no, I can’t go to New York. There’s this crush I fight every day at his Faculty building. Clearly I can’t go!”).

Oh, and apparently he’s told everyone - and I mean everyone! - about his crush on Yai. He’s told his Mum. He’s told Ajo. He’s told Hong. They’re all rooting for him! At this point I wouldn’t be surprised if he told his professors, too (which will come in handy once he withdraws from the program). This is just so damn adorable.

Too bad Yai won’t have any of it.

This scene is incredible in so many different ways, though.

It’s set in an empty room, one side red, the other a murky green, all strict vertical lines that can’t be crossed. The room is a piece of their past, a (messed up) memory that Yai wants to destroy, while Mangkorn (as part of his job as an intern) wants to preserve it. He clings to “their story” in the same way.

But Yai has a different story to tell. It’s shown through a mirror and it’s really unnerving, the way it makes Yai almost irrecognisable (and this is all Mangkorn gets to see - he doesn’t see how much Yai struggles with his emotions, too).

If only Yai knew how close he is to the truth, though. Mangkorn has wanted to get close to Yai for years, even though it hurt him. And now Yai is telling him to “stop fighting”. Ouch.

It’s the little nod he gives right at the end that absolutely kills me dead. And even before that, the whole scene is so different from every other conversation they’ve had so far. There’s no argument, no back and forth, not even any kind of miscommunication. 

It’s the way Mangkorn is literally fading into the background.

Good thing there’s still the red thread of fate.

And it’s interesting how Mangkorn is shown approaching the cruel mirrored version of Yai to return it to him - like he’s breaking through his barriers.

Yai, through the power of instant flashback, understands immediately.

And I love how later, when he lashes out at his father and his father’s girlfriend, the camera lingers on their reactions even after Yai has already left. He’s literally blind to the hurt he’s causing in his own distress. He’s accusing his family of being cold without his mum, but of course it is. That’s what grief does. That’s what it turns into when it isn’t shared.

Because of course his father has already visited his late wive’s grave first thing in the morning. But what good is that to Yai when he’s never seen his father grieve? No wonder he thinks him cold.

And now it’s Mangkorn’s turn to wear green as he makes up his mind (good thing he’s told everyone about his love life - that certainly makes it easier to seek advice).

While Yai, surrounded by red, is allowed to heal:

And the red thread comes full circle.

And maybe I’ve cried for ten minutes straight after I’watched this scene.

Anyway.

Nine. You’ve talked about this. How is this brotherly? What are you even doing here?

Now it’s Hong’s turn to give advice (good thing Mangkorn has told everyone) and maybe she and Nadear won’t have to elope to the UK after all, like they did in the book (but Star Hunter, consider this: it’d be very cute), because looks like they’re going to tell the dads to get with the times. Oh, yes, and Mangkorn looks very pretty as he finally dares to choose:

Also, finally someone who’s not completely oblivious to their students talking loudly in class. NatureBL is healing.

The green jacket! The soft lighting! The red brick and green leaves! 

And I wonder how many times Mangkorn has daydreamed about this exact scenario🥺

I’ll leave you with this brand new reaction image because you deserve it after reading through all of this. Thank you Jame, thank you Jet, thank you unknown third guy who I’ve never seen before.

[llycaons]

nothing more pathetic than postcanon jc /original female characters who immediately think he’s the greatest guy ever. listen you take your disaster of a man and you DEAL with him

[tallsc]

Hello fellow QSMP Tumblr people, I would like to make a offer and would love to see if this can catch on.

If we're adopting A1, let's go all out. We're taking care of this kid.

At least three times a week, someone on Tumblr, under the "qsmp a1 tasks" tag, should draw or write something about A1 doing at least one of the official tasks for that day or the prior few days (cause I know it takes time to draw or write). It doesn't have to be huge, could be anything from a sketch to a full picture or comic, from a few sentences to a full short story, as long as it appears under the tag and has something to do with A1 and one of the recent tasks! (Please say somewhere what task you're doing and what day it was from.)

A1 doesn't mind what name you use - Ai, Aaron, Ivan, just A1, something else entirely - as long as you still use the right tag so everyone can see that there's been a task completed. They also use any pronouns and have a whole wardrobe of accessories, again as long as it's clear in the art or story that the egg is A1 and not one of the other eggs.

Feel free though to include yourself or your OCs or one of the QSMP members or none or all of them, this is just a series of writing/drawing prompts with a purpose, go wild and have fun!

Due to it being Saturday already, required tasks won't start until this Monday. After that, let's see how long we can keep our community's new kid going!

Updates account

If anyone would like to translate this into any of the other three languages, I will gladly add the translations to this post and credit you for doing so. I want to make this visible and accessible to as many people as possible.

Translations below (French by @lb1412, Portuguese by @aurora-bore-aura)

Portuguese:

Oi pessoal do QSMP Tumblr, eu queria fazer uma oferta e eu adoraria ver se isso irá se espalhar mais.

Se a gente tá adotando A1, vamos com tudo. A gente vai cuidar dessa criança.

Três vezes por semana pelo menos, alguém no Tumblr, na tag "qsmp a1 tasks", tem que postar um desenho ou escrever sobre A1 fazendo uma das tarefas oficiais daquele dia ou uns dias antes (porque eu sei que leva tempo pra fazer arte). Não precisa ser muito, pode ser um esboço(sketch) pra um desenho completo ou quadrinho, de algumas frases para uma pequena história completa. Que precisa é ao menos aparecer na tag e ter relação com A1 e as tarefas recentes! (Por favor diga em algum lugar que tarefa se tá fazendo e que dia foi ela)

A1 não tem preferência com o nome ou pronome que você usar — Ai, Aaron, Ivan, só A1, algum outro que se faça — desde que você ainda use a tag dita pra que todo mundo veja que tarefa foi feita. Além de liberdade de pronomes ele tem um armário cheio de acessórios, então por favor deixe claro em algum lugar da sua arte ou história que o ovo é o A1 e não um dos outros.

Sinta-se livre pra incluir você, ou um dos seus personagens, ou um dos membros do QSMP, ou ninguém, ou todo mundo acima. Isso aqui é só uma série de sinopses para desenhar/escrever com um propósito, se solta e se divirta!

Como já é sábado, as tarefas necessárias não vão aparecer até segunda-feira. Depois da revelação, vamos ver por quanto tempo podemos manter a nova criança da comunidade!

French:

Salut les fans du QSMP, j'ai une proposition à vous faire et j'adorerais voir si ça peut devenir concret.

Quitte à adopter A1, sortons le grand jeu. On va s'occuper de cet enfant.

Il faudrait qu'au moins trois fois par semaine, quelqu'un sur Tumblr dessine ou écrive quelque chose où A1 fait au moins l'une des tâches officielles du jour ou de l'un des jours précédents (parce que je sais que dessiner ou écrire, ça prend du temps), et le poste sur le tag "qsmp a1 tasks". Pas besoin de faire quelque chose d'y mettre énormément d'efforts, ça pourrait être n'importe quoi, d'un croquis à une illustration ou BD complète, de quelques phrases à une courte histoire complète, tant que c'est posté dans le tag et que ça a un lien avec A1 et l'une des tâches récentes ! (S'il vous plaît, notez quelque part de quelle tâche vous vous chargez et le jour auquel ça correspond.)

Peu importe quel nom vous utilisez pour A1 (Ai, Aaron, Ivan, juste A1, ou même un tout autre nom), cela ne lea dérange pas tant que vous utilisez le bon tag pour que tout le monde puisse voir qu'une tâche a été accomplie. Iel utilise n'importe quels pronoms et possède toute une galerie d'accessoires, tant, encore une fois, qu'il est clair dans le dessin ou l'histoire qu'il s'agit d'A1 et pas d'un autre œuf.

Sentez-vous libre de vous inclure vous, vos OCs, l'un des membres du QSMP, tous les membres, ou même aucun, ce ne sont qu'une série de prompts de dessin/d'écriture avec un but précis, faites-vous plaisir et amusez-vous bien !

Puisqu'on est déjà samedi, les tâches nécessaires ne compteront pas avant lundi. Après ça, essayons de voir combien de temps la communauté peut maintenir notre nouvel enfant en vie !

[vodika-vibes]

Hello! I am glad you are doing well today! But Can I get some Neyo in love? I just wanna see this asshole in love with someone. Making it however you feel is correct!

Soft For You

Summary: You're taken as a hostage, and Neyo comes to the rescue.

Pairing: Commander Neyo x Jedi!Reader

Word Count: 1319

Warnings: Mentions of Torture and slavery

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: Sorry that this took so long! But I'm feeling much better today, which means I can do some writing. So the love isn't quite so in your face here as, maybe, in others. But I don't think Neyo is an in your face kind of guy.

How long have you been here? A week? A month?

You can’t remember. There’s no way to tell time inside the prison that’s holding you. 

Honestly, you’re surprised that you’re still alive. A Jedi captured by Separatists? They should have killed you immediately, not shoved you in this warehouse to make…something. Of course, a Jedi as a slave is valuable. Even to the Seppies.

They’re weapons of some sort. You know that. You’ve managed to get that much from what you’re forced to work on, and based on what some of the other slaves have mentioned to you.

Of course, you don’t get to talk with them a lot. Actually, you don’t get to talk to them at all. The Warden applies some kind of mechanical gag to your face first thing in the morning, and it comes off at the end of the work-day. And you’re totally isolated from the rest of the slaves.

They’re afraid of you. Afraid of what you’ll say to the slaves. Afraid that you’ll encourage a revolt.

Which. Fair. You would.

But right now, you’re in your cell, which is actually less of a cell and more of an empty workroom, and you sigh as you tuck your legs under you. There’s very little light in this room, but there’s enough for you to put the final touches on the tiny droid that you’re building. 

It chitters to life and blinks up at you, and you smile, “Hello, my friend.”

It beeps at you.

“I’m going to call you Yoni.” You murmur as you trail a light finger over the battered head of the BD unity. “It’ll be nice to have someone to talk to, while I wait for my men to rescue me.”

Yoni beeps a question at you.

“Of course they’re going to come.” You bite your lower lip, and grimace in pain. The gag that they’ve been using on you has left your lips raw, burnt, and bleeding on more than one occasion.

Neyo would come. He would. He had to. After all, he told you that he loved you. 

************

It’s later, several days, or maybe a week, when your hope comes true. 

You’re in your cell, curled up on the thin blanket that you called bed, when you’re jolted to your feet by a series of explosions. Yoni scrambles up onto your shoulder, and you scramble away from the door as the explosions get louder.

You cringe back as the door explodes open, and you blink, stunned, at the man standing in the doorway. A man in very familiar armor. “Commander?”

Commander Neyo stands in the doorway, and you notice him pause, and you can’t help but feel slightly ashamed. The 91st is a recon battalion, not a heavy combat battalion.

He crosses the room to you, and Yoni beeps at him indignantly. “General, turn around. I need to get the collar off of your neck.”

“Uh, right.” You do as he asks, and he quickly removes the collar, and his gloved hands feel very light against your sore skin.

“You’re free,” Neyo says, as he sets the collar on the table. You turn back to face him, and his hand comes up to brush against the burns and cuts around your mouth, “What happened?”

“They didn’t want me talking.”

Neyo doesn’t say anything, but anger washes through him, and you carefully tighten your shields. He can be angry as much as he wants, but it’s not going to help you. 

“Let’s get out of here. Your lightsaber is back on the ship.”

“What about the other slaves?”

“Are being freed as we speak. Come on, General.” Neyo says impatiently.

“Okay, okay.” 

With that said, he leads you through the now burning warehouse, and as soon as you’re outside, you’re shoved into the waiting care of the medics, while he vanishes back into the warehouse.

The next time you see him is several days later. 

When he comes down into the lower parts of the ship, and finds you in your little hidey hole, where you’re carefully repairing Yoni. 

“General,” He sounds stern and angry, “You’re supposed to be in the medbay.”

He’s not wrong, you know. You have open wounds around your neck, and on your feet, but the injuries on your face have already healed at least. But only because everyone was worried that you wouldn’t be able to eat unless they healed.

“I’m okay, Commander.”

“Bullshit.”

You sigh, “You know, I came down here to be alone.”

Neyo crosses the room and leans against one of the many crates that created the illusion of privacy, “Tough shit.” He watches you silently for a moment, “What is that?”

“His name is Yoni. I made him.”

“You made him.”

“What, you think I don’t know how to make things, Neyo?” You ask blandly.

“Surprised you know how to make droids,” Neyo corrects, “Why’d you make him?”

“I didn’t think anyone was coming, and I needed someone to talk to.” You grumble.

He’s quiet for a very long time, and when he speaks, there’s offense in his voice, “You thought I would leave you to suffer at the hands of the Seppies?” He demands.

You scowl at him, “Well, I didn’t know, did I?”

“That’s the stupidest-” He stalks over to you and slams his hand on the table, “I wouldn’t do that.” He snaps.

“For all I know you were ordered to get a new Jedi and get back to the war effort, Neyo. I didn’t know!”

“You’re dumb.” He snaps, “Have I not made it painfully clear that you are mine?”

You roll your eyes, “So you’ve said.”

“And what, you just don’t believe me?” Neyo demands.

You sigh, “Neyo-”

“No. I think I deserve an answer.” He interrupts, as he looms over you in your personal space, though you don’t feel threatened by him.

You scowl at him, “My answer, Neyo, is in him.” You point at Yoni.

“What?”

“Flip the syllables in his name.” You grumble.

Neyo blinks at the droid, and then he pauses, “You named him after me.”

“Of course I did.”

He lifts his hands and presses them against your cheeks, gently tilting your head back so he’s able to look at you properly, “There aren’t even any scars around your lips,” Neyo murmurs thoughtfully, and then his gaze drops to your neck, “This is going to scar.”

“It’s fine.” You say automatically, “We’re at war. Scars happen.”

“Not to you they shouldn’t. You’re supposed to be safe, that’s why you have a battalion.”

“It’s fine.” You repeat.

“No. It isn’t.” His thumb trails over your lips, “We were ordered back to Coruscant after you were taken,” Neyo admits, “We said that we would…and then we just didn’t.”

You blink at him, “You disobeyed a direct order? You?”

“You’re mine.” He repeats, “And the men would have mutinied if I even considered it. Which they told me, in very graphic detail.”

You smile slowly, “Good for them.”

He huffs, “As if there was any chance that I was going to leave you to be a slave.” Neyo grumbles. “I wish I had been able to be there when you were healing.”

“It’s okay.” You repeat, again.

“It’s not. And it’s okay if you’re not okay. I’m not going to judge you if you’re not okay.” Neyo says quietly, “It’s just us here, cyare.”

You release a shuddering breath and press your face against his chest, grateful that he removed his armor, “I’m going to be okay. Eventually.”

“I never doubted it.” Neyo murmurs as he ducks his head and kisses the top of your head, “I’m very glad that you’re not dead, I don’t think I would have handled that well.”

You laugh weakly, “I’m also very glad that I’m not dead.” You exhale slowly and press a kiss just over his heart, “Thank you for coming for me, love.”

“You’re welcome.”

[abigailxoxo]

fic recommendations part 3: Kai🔥

https://archiveofourown.org/series/2154861 -a collection of unrelated one shots where Kai doesn’t do well in the cold!! I love this series a lot

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47340898 Nya doesn't understand why Kai won't spar with her. Is he really that protective of her, or is something else wrong? [some sibling angst +comfort featuring Kai’s fear of water]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/41464731 “I don’t care about your stupid bear!” Kai yelled.

“No,” Zane cut in softly. He stood up and placed a hand on Kai’s shoulder. “But you do care about Jay. And Jay cares about the bear.” [basically Kai helping the ninja to show he cares for them]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31443812/chapters/77772008-Kai is grieving over the loss of Zane between seasons 3 and 4. His friends and family work to balance out Kai's more extreme traits. But what happens when he is left alone with all the pain and guilt burning inside him? [Or kais very bad way of coping. angsty and a couple Tws in the tags!]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42144636/chapters/105809082 -Kai feels left out from the ninja, and starts to overthink. Suddenly he meets this “buisness” man in the desert, who gives off suspicious vibes, offering to help kai in the future. [CHECK THE TAGS!!! not much interaction with the ninja until towards the end, but a very good plot + end]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39025779 Kai, Nya, and the others are invited to dinner with the smiths soon after Hot. However, neither seemed to the fact that 1) Kai and Nya are now grown people, and 2) they hardly know each other [basically kai getting frustrated with his parents and snapping angst but happy ending :))]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/41910219?view_full_work=true -Kai gave himself the task of getting Cole a gift. How hard can it be? [THIS IS SO CUTE AHHH FT COLE X KAI]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32194186/chapters/79773796 Five times Kai provided comfort for the other ninja when they were having a rough time.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48889378 the team scrambles to last minute celebrate Kai's 17th birthday (and get his age wrong) [this is so cute bcuz kai isnt used to his bd being celebrated 🥹💕]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25607038 All his life, Kai has had to work for himself to stay alive and keep his little sister alive. Now he's been thrown into a team he doesn't trust. But can he find it in himself to trust others to help him save his sister and himself? [the teams first mission together with chaos and kai almost drowning..]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42952665/chapters/107915217 5 times kai lost his temper and 1 time he didnt

https://archiveofourown.org/works/41946786/chapters/105283755 Kai and Jay are tasked with guarding a mysterious artifact, at the museum.To no one's surprise, things don't go well.

Or: I hit Kai with the ouch stick for a while. [AHHH I LOVE THIS FIC. READ THE TAGS!!]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42456837/chapters/106628268 the three times kai has ever cried in public, and the two times he was comforted.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43105782 The solar eclipse will be happening soon. Kai wishes he could share the city's enthusiasm. [basically kai needs more sunlight than a normal human and gets VERY SICK during the eclipse]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47019439 Jay reached out with his hands despite being aware of the futility of the action. He was too far away and Nya wasn’t intending on coming back. That realisation dawned on all of them. Except for one. [Kai cant handle the fact that nya is gone.]

https://archiveofourown.org/series/2986323 LITERALLY A ADORABLE SERIEE OF LAVA ONESHOTS. I ADORE THEM ALL

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48031378/chapters/121106653 hc that kai and cole got drunkley married one night.

they completely forgot about it until a mission gone wrong ended up with cole in the hospital, the doctors wouldn't let them in, ('cos they weren't blood family or some bs reason like that) and kai just lost it and yelled "that's my husband!" (cole x kai)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29963463/chapters/73761240 After Kai's life suddenly comes to a fiery end, he makes a deal so he can continue his purpose of protecting his family. He just didn't expect to come back as something so... cute and fluffy..

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40972503?view_full_work=true#main Kai is kidnapped and buried alive, left to die. When acute claustrophobia starts to sink in, it doesn’t go go great. Not even after the others rescue him.

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/11732480/1/Breaking-the-Ice kai falls through thin ice on there first mission when they dont get along very well

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/12959261/1/ 5 times kai hid a injury and one time where he didnt succeed

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/12768259/1/ 5 times kai lost his temper and one time the ninja lost theres (ft Kai’s fear of water in last chapter)

https://www.tumblr.com/scrambledfluffmuffins/704010233406701568/spice-and-everything-nice Kai, in both a show of brotherly love and brotherly pride, attempts to outdo his siblings in a test of all things spice and chocolate.

https://www.tumblr.com/lloydskywalkers/187747637775/flickerA story about Kai and the warmth he brings to himself and others (in cuddles)

https://www.tumblr.com/scrambledfluffmuffins/659455541321596928/from-what-it-was

Kai reflects on all the changes in the team post-s7 (mostly abt there hair)

lmk if any of the links dont work, i was kinda rushed making this lol. so this isnt all of the fics i have saved, but some!! (guess who my fav character is challenge)

[asterixlabs]

Best of Asterix Seeding/Interest Polls

Seeding/Interest Polls will be going live tomorrow March 14th at 6AM EST! On each poll will be open for a week where you rate the album/movie/series out of 5 based on how much you like it. At the end of the polling period I'll seed them based on the total number of points (those with higher points will seed better). Any ties will be broken based on my original judgement on how I think they'll perform.

As a note, this blog will be posting polls for quite some time going forward. If you aren't interested in this tournament, please mute the #best of asterix tag.

The list of the different options to vote for is below, I'll attach links to their interest polls once they go live (not in seeding order)!

Mainline comics:

Asterix the Gaul (BD)

Asterix and the Golden Sickle (BD)

Asterix and the Goths (BD)

Asterix the Gladiator (BD)

Asterix and the Banquet (BD)

Asterix and Cleopatra (BD)

Asterix and the Big Fight (BD)

Asterix in Britain (BD)

Asterix and the Normans (BD)

Asterix the Legionary (BD)

Asterix and the Chieftain's Shield (BD)

Asterix at the Olympic Games (BD)

Asterix and the Cauldron (BD)

Asterix in Spain (BD)

Asterix and the Roman Agent (BD)

Asterix in Switzerland (BD)

The Mansions of the Gods (BD)

Asterix and the Laurel Wreath (BD)

Asterix and the Soothsayer (BD)

Asterix in Corsica (BD)

Asterix and Caesar's Gift (BD)

Asterix and the Great Crossing (BD)

Obelix and Co. (BD)

Asterix in Belgium (BD)

Asterix and the Great Divide (BD)

Asterix and the Black Gold (BD)

Asterix and Son (BD)

Asterix and the Magic Carpet (BD)

Asterix and the Secret Weapon (BD)

Asterix and Obelix All at Sea (BD)

Asterix and the Actress (BD)

Asterix and the Class Act (BD)

Asterix and the Falling Sky (BD)

Asterix and Obelix's Birthday: The Golden Book (BD)

Asterix and the Picts (BD)

Asterix and the Missing Scroll (BD)

Asterix and the Chariot Race (BD)

Asterix and the Chieftain's Daughter (BD)

Asterix and the Griffin (BD)

Asterix and the White Iris (BD)

Movies, picture books, and spinoffs:

How Obelix Fell into the Magic Potion When he was a Little Boy (picture book)

Deux Romains en Gaule (movie)

Asterix the Gaul (animated movie)

Asterix and Cleopatra (animated movie)

The Twelve Tasks of Asterix (animated movie)

Asterix Versus Caesar (animated movie)

Asterix in Britain (animated movie)

Asterix and the Big Fight (animated movie)

Asterix Conquers America (animated movie)

Asterix and Obelix vs. Caesar (live action movie)

Asterix & Obelix: Mission Cleopatra (live cation movie)

Asterix and the Vikings (animated movie)

Asterix at the Olympic Games (live action movie)

Asterix and Obelix: God Save Britannia (live action movie)

Asterix: The Mansions of the Gods (animated movie)

Asterix: The Secret of the Magic Potion (animated movie)

Asterix & Obelix: The Middle Kingdom (live action movie)

Dogmatix & the Indomitables (cartoon series)

Adventures of Dogmatix (picture book series)

Idéfix et les Irréductibles: Pas de quartier pour le latin! (BD)

Idéfix et les Irréductibles: Les Romains se prennent une gamelle! (BD)

Idéfix et les Irréductibles: Ça balance pas mal à Lutèce! (BD)

Idéfix et les Irréductibles: Les irréductibles font leur cirque (BD)

Idéfix et les Irréductibles: Idéfix et le druide (BD)

[allatariel]

Writing Patterns

Birthday Edition

Thank you to @madamairlock and @thevulcanbobdylan for tagging me! For the past four years, I've tried to post some of my writing or something related to my writing on my birthday, but I've been having a hard time of late and haven't really written in a while. Though, I do keep trying to at least think about ideas and jot down some notes if anything strikes me, I didn't really have anything close to ready to post this year, so I suppose this is a decent stand in.

Rules: List the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

Rainbow in the Dark (Stranger Things, T) The buzz of the win was starting to wear off and Chrissy anxiously hurried to where Eddie had told her to meet him after the game.

No Gods, No Masters (Mad Max Series (Movies), T) Capable and the War Boy watched each other in silence for a while in the fading light, her thumb absently running over the scars on his lips.

This is a Very Old Ship (Battlestar Galactica (2003), G) This is a very old ship.

Through All That Masquerade (Battlestar Galactica (2003), T) Secretary Laura Roslin swept down the buzzing corridors of the battlestar Galactica escorted by Mr. Doral on their way to meet with the commanding officer.

The Heart Once Bled (Star Wars: Jedi: Fallen Order, G) Cere wasn’t altogether certain how Cal and BD-1 had recovered Trilla’s lightsaber during the chaos and confusion of her confrontation with the dark shadow who had haunted her waking and dreaming for the past five years and their subsequent escape.

Run Between the Shadows (Rogue One: A Star Wars Story, T) The death trooper fired immediately upon Krennic’s order and Lyra squeezed the trigger of her own blaster, dropping her left shoulder down and back, flattening into the line made by her right arm outstretched to aim at the bastard who was tearing apart her family.

Last Call (TMNT (2007), G) Donatello leaned on his keyboard, his head in his hand.

Resolved (The Walking Dead, G) Beth Greene didn’t want to wake up.

A Radiance That Travels (Rogue One: A Star Wars Story, T) Jyn leaned heavily on Cassian as they hobbled over the rocky terrain through the downpour.

His Lady's Favor (Rogue One: A Star Wars Story, T) The briefing had gone far better than General Antoc Merrick had hoped.

Tagging: @brynnmclean, @callioope, @spectral-musette, @miabicicletta, @weshallflyaway, @littlelindentree, @cryscal, and @narilwrites, if it sounds like fun and you want to. No pressure :)

[bookish-bogwitch]

20 questions for fic writers!

Thank you @artsyunderstudy, @alleycat0306, @cutestkilla, and @ileadacharmedlife for tagging me in this game!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Currently 22, but I think of only 16 of them as "real" fics. The others are podfics, the pornbot meta, random stuff I could've just left on tumblr, etc.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

108,039. If you subtract the words I didn't write (like 97% of Birthday Man and add words the AO3 didn't capture because they're in screen shots (like Impulse Shopping with Simon Snow), it's more like 75k.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Carry On exclusively. I did set out to write a Buddy Daddies fix-it fic right after the series finale but abandoned it because (1) I actually just wanted to read BD fic, not write it, and (2) omg, it is so much harder to write for a TV show where there's not an existing written author voice to imitate.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Ready or Not (20,698 words) Kudos: 460

Missing (8,823 words) Kudos: 422 (co-written with @oxi-is-a-moron)

Impulse Shopping with Simon Snow (12 words that AO3 can count, more like 5k in the screenshots) Kudos: 328

Birthday Man (39,132 words, of which about 1k are mine) Kudos: 178

Size You Up (6,850 words) Kudos 133

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do! I love getting comment responses and engaging with writers that way.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

That has to be What Eats You, but it wasn't angsty for Snowbaz, only for Lamb. 😂 Ooh, and the ending of Missing was sort of angsty--though again, not really for Snowbaz--but I didn't write that part, @oxi-is-a-moron did. (So it's not boasting to say that it's beautiful 🥺.) I have a WIP idea that's still just a summary paragraph. It's extremely angsty with a bittersweet-at-best ending, and I will only ever write it if I decide it hurts more to keep it in my head than to let it out.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Everything's a Story. Because the ending is Baz pandering to ME.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not yet, but it's been less than a week since I posted the fandom's first bestiality fic, so we'll see.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes--about half my "real" fics are mature or explicit. I find it very very challenging to write, it takes a lot longer than other writing, I think because my discomfort makes me very self-critical. I've come to realize that the sex has to have emotional / narrative significance for me to want to write it--the one time I wrote a sex scene where the whole point of it was sex, I cringed afterward. (Tbf to baby me, it was my first explicit fic and second fic ever and unbetaed, so whatever.) I guess I can deal with writing smut a little better if it's super cracky but even then, I'd want to keep it brief.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Nope, probably wouldn't. I've thought about "what if Snowbaz time traveled and met Kim and Will from the Will Darling Adventures" but it would be pretty boring my only thought is "they're the same, huh?" (For the record I would read the hell out of that crossover.)

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I know of.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes! I love collaborating. For WIPfest I finished @facewithoutheart's WIP, What Eats You?. And @oxi-is-a-moron finished my WIP, Missing. And there was Birthday Man, the Simon's b-day round robin with probably most of you reading this. AND @ic3-que3n and I wrote our bizarre tell-all confessional about the pornbots together. And this spring @ivelovedhimthroughworse and I spent a lovely spring day writing to prompts and thought we'd memorialize it. Honorable mention to @ic3-que3n's art in Behind the Magic. Technically I wrote the words (it was CORBB) but the concept was their idea and we did so much scheming and giggling that it felt like co-writing.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Malmage.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

None. I have a long google doc of ideas but don't really think of something as a WIP until it gets is own file and I start writing. I tend to only have 1-2 WIPs going at a time, and right now there's only one, Basil Pitch's Diary. (Of which ~ 200 words are posted but I have 20k+ and plan to start posting after COC.) So, none. If I ever start the aforementioned angst fest there's a good chance I'll bail partway through.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I'm funny. I'm told I am good at mixing humor and sex and angst. I have come up with some original concepts. I commit to the bit.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

While I might have original concept ideas, I'm weak on worldbuilding. I tend to stick squarely within the canon-verse. I've never written an AU. My only OC was a sentient mop. I've never even written a villain, I don't think. I struggle with making the MCs do things that I wouldn't do myself, for good or bad. (For instance, I've written almost zero love confessions and tend to write around them because I've never love-confessed to anyone I wasn't already dating and even imagining it makes me want to vanish in a puff of smoke.) I am a very slow writer--I'm in awe of people who can bang out thousands of words in a day, or go from idea to execution in hours. If I can manage a steady 200 words a day, not including editing, that's pretty fast. This pace makes it hard to picture writing a really long fic, ever.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I've never really thought about it. It could be nice for scene-setting; I love all the Norwegian in @scone-lover's Northern Downpour, it really adds to the atmosphere, and the German in @spockzilla's Twelve Days of Christmas cracked me up. The lack of translations made it that much funnier when I finally looked it up myself, or when the meaning was obvious. (Guten Abend, meine kleinen Twinks!) So--maybe someday?

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Carry On

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Ready or Not. It's the only thing I've written that I've also read for my own entertainment.

Tagging everyone mentioned above, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @skee3000, @thewholelemon, @facewithoutheart, @hushed-chorus, @captain-aralias, and @nightimedreamersworld.

[stilesandscripts]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: Jedi: Fallen Order Series (Video Games) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Cal Kestis & Mystery Male Character Characters: Cal Kestis, Marseph the Jedi (Star Wars), Jedi Master Chiata, Jaro Tapal, Inquisitors Additional Tags: Male Bonding, Gay, Injury, Mystery Summary:

Cal Kestis, a Jedi on the run after a mission gone wrong, crash-lands on an unknown planet. Separated from his crew and droid BD-1, he is pursued by Imperial Inquisitors. While escaping over the rooftops of a strange city at night, Cal senses a familiar presence through the Force, causing him to lose concentration and fall through an open roof window, where he loses consciousness.

[bdslab]

Congratulations to all Round 1 winners! Round 2 will begin at 6PM EST today (Feb 25), polls will last for 1 day each. I’ll include the links to each poll here after it goes live.

Link to Round 1 (x)

Round 2

Gaston Lagaffe/Gomer Goof (Gaston) vs Billy the Cat (Billy the Cat)

Corto Maltese (Corto Maltese) vs Léon Prunelle (Gaston)

Haddock (Tintin) vs Zorglub (Spirou & Fantasio)

Getafix/Panoramix (Astérix) vs Mélusine (Mélusine)

Fantasio (Spirou & Fantasio) vs Cacofonix/Assurancetourix (Asterix)

Lucky Luke (Lucky Luke) vs Vicky (Les Nombrils)

Obélix (Asterix) vs Dogmatix/Idéfix (Astérix)

Jérôme K. Jérôme Bloche (Jérôme K. Jérôme Bloche) vs Chesterfield (Les Tuniques Bleues)

Astérix (Astérix) vs Philip Mortimer (Blake & Mortimer)

Grouchy Smurf/Schtroumpf Grognon (The Smurfs) vs Jokey Smurf/Schtroumpf Farceur (The Smurfs)

Snowy/Milou (Tintin) vs Spip (Spirou & Fantasio)

Blacksad (Blacksad) vs Averell Dalton (Lucky Luke)

Blutch (Les Tuniques Bleues) vs Julius Caesar (Astérix)

Lili (Lili) vs Peewit/Pirlouit (Johan & Pirlouit)

Spirou (Spirou & Fantasio) vs Yoko Tsuno (Yoko Tsuno)

La coccinelle de Gotlib (Rubrique-à-brac) vs Lou (Lou!)

[pharawee]

Some disjointed thoughts on Big Dragon ep 1 because I might as well go all in and let it consume my soul. Plus, I usually use this tag to rant about things I can’t watch and that’s just wasteful.

But first things first:

Big gets third credit and I’m expecting great things from him. 🥰

Just kidding, he’ll be third-wheeling his way through this series, too, and his character will probably be at least somewhat unlikable - so about the usual, but at least I’m reasonably sure he won’t die this time.

(No, I’ll never get over this. It’s okay, I’m fine.)

And look at Jet & Jame, finally reunited. 💜

I wonder what’ll come first: a series with these two as leads or a leading role for Big where he finally gets a partner of his own. 

I’m fINE.

But anyway.

So are we supposed to assume that Yai has always had a penchant for leather toys/harnesses and bdsm? Because he sure as hell did not just buy this ensemble for a fun night in with Mangkorn (he totally could though, he’s rich).

Which, you kow, I’m on board with this, but in the novel Mangkorn is the one who likes to play rough with his partners. I get why they switched this up, though. It kind of adds depth to Yai. Also, oh, the irony.

And this. Is this part of his, uhm, repertoire? Or can rich people just order a gift basket of tranquilizers and aphrodisiacs off rich people amazon? Anyway, who even tHINKS of something like that? And what’s with the... what is that, a tranquilizer dart? A fancy pen? Help.

In the novel, Yai has his bodyguards mix both the tranquilizers and the aphrodisiacs and put them in Mangkorn’s wine, which is vile. This isn’t far behind, but at least they’re both, uh, somewhat conscious? More or less aware? I’m actually kind of glad Yai is depicted as seriously unlikable right now. That’ll give his redemption arc (which I hope is what they’re going for?) more credibility.

And then Yai wakes up like this and there’s. toys. everywhere. There were glimpses of Yai in a harness and on a leash and I’m hoping we’ll get more flashbacks in future eps because the actual sex scene felt weirdly disjointed - probably because Yai’s memory atm is so spotty?

Also, it just occurred to me that Yai probably suddenly wants to renovate this place because Mangkorn and he did it on every imaginable surface (the gall of Mangkorn to just work out a couple of hours after he helped lay destruction to a whole bar)🥴

Anyway. I’m so excited to finally see Mos and Bank in this show. I really enjoyed their travel vlog and I’ve been following ISBANKY since I heard him sing the Gen Y theme song so I’m super biased. Bank esp comes across as incredibly humble to the point of self-depreciation so I hope he’s rightfully proud of himself 🥺

[bihanspookies]

Csn I see your OCs? :3

Omg hell yeah 👹

My first OC is Alora

So Alora started off from a fanfic I wrote in high school where she was taken at a young age and trained under Shao Kahn to be an assassin. Kano had tasked her with a job of getting Kabal back into BD but you know shit happens and she’s like hm maybe I do not want to lmao. This was all based in mk9 bc that was the first game I played in the series lol.

In this update she is currently 29 years old and is a part of the Black Dragon. She ended up there after some bullhokey shenanigans with Kano at 16 and owed him a debt after losing a fight (against her dad btw 💀). She has enhanced strength and can take a beating, so she’s not invincible it’s just gonna take more than a few good punches to take her out.

She currently has no love interests but in the og Kabal was her main squeeze. She also had a thing going on with Noob Saibot that I may or may not put in this version of her but it is undecided lmao.

Her whole bio is here if you wanna read more

This is her Moveset

And anything else I’ve tagged with her is here

And then I have some stories with her that are linked on my masterlist and along with other writing that’s featuring her 🕺

Alora is technically the only oc I have out but I do have another oc named Kasiya that I’m still fleshing out her backstory and just overall character. But a brief summary about her is Cetrion created her from certain elements of nature to help her maintain balance between Earthrealm and Outworld. Kasiya is essentially a ‘goddess of nature’ since she has the power to manipulate plants. I also do have her as a love interest for Kung Lao lol.

I’ve tagged a few things with her here if you wish to see 🙆‍♀️

And then FUN FACT! Kasiya actually stemmed off from Alora bc in og fanfic, Alora was the one who had the power to manipulate plants. But when I was revamping her I figured that having her manipulate plants and go with the story she has now would’ve been too complicated so I made a separate oc aka Kasiya :)

[sluts4shigaraki]

BACK TO SCHOOL!

CW ♡ NSFW, oral (f!receiving), unprotected sex, bullying kinda (but not from tomura he loves u uwu), lotta crying but i made up for it

Pairing ♡ tomura shigaraki/f!reader

Word count ♡ 3,400

minors/ageless blogs DNI ♡ you will be blocked

A/N ♡ big chunky chapter this time! i hope it compensates for how long it took to post it. BTW it is a seven chapter series, so two more! i plan on posting more shiggy stuff and other reader pairings :3 also! tomura has BDS (big dick syndrome) u-u, his back hurts bc he carries that third leg around

Tags ♡ @klxoewy @cosmicbreathe @gloomysel @yoongiigolden @thehaplessfool

DAY FIVE

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You’re in Tomura’s bed. Again, somehow. Most of last night was a blur to you. Tomura took you to some kind of arcade bar, then dot, dot, dot. Tomura was no where to be found and the dorm was empty. When you sat up you saw a single sheet of paper on Tomura’s computer desk.

hey.

i had class this morning, and i didn’t wanna wake you up. anyways just text me when you wanna meet up for tutoring today.

tomura.

Well, that explains it. A feeling of loneliness had quickly slipped into your head and tried making a home there before you shook it off. It was fun to feel this nervousness all over again but it was also scary. Falling in love could just be pain, and with Tomura there was no telling for sure. Even if he was kind to you. Things can always change.

When you got into your dorm, you took a long shower, hoping it would help you think. It did not. You texted Tomura, asking him to meet you in the park again. The text was a little snippier than you intended it. His reply matched your energy. You knew you did something terrible last night but you can’t remember what. Hopefully, today would help you figure out what.

You bit your nails down to the quick, nervousness in the pit of your stomach as you sat at the same table where this whole mess started. The same anxiety that made your leg bounce uncontrollably made you come here twenty minutes before you’d agreed to meet. As the time passed, it gave you time to overthink. Everything that could go wrong had ran through your mind. So, when Tomura finally approached, you gave a weak, worried smile.

“T-Tomura! Hey! Uh… about last night,” you looked away, refusing to meet his eyes. “I don’t remember what happened that well, so I’m sorry if… anything… y’know,” biting the inside of your cheek, a single tear dropped down your cheek before you quickly wiped at it.

“No! You just got a little too wasted. That’s kind of my fault… All I cared about was making sure you were safe,” that helped you, a little. However, that wasn’t what you were worried about.

“I wasn’t worried about you taking.. a-advantage of me. I was more worried about me being too much,” Tomura coughed, clearly knowing what you were referring to.

“You, uh, you did ask, um,” he took a pause, trying to find the right words. “You asked if I would sleep with you, but if you were to ever…” His face was red, lip between his teeth. “If you ever wanted to, I’d want you to be sober. And I’d want you to be sure you wanted it. So I just made sure you had something to eat and drink. I’ve seen Touya hungover and it’s not fun to deal with,” finally meeting your eyes, he smiled, face and ears still red hot.

It couldn’t be helped. The tears spilled freely now, every feeling you had closing in on you quickly. His face drops and he moved unbelievably quickly to your side.

“Please don’t, don’t cry…” Your head was pulled in against his chest, arms cradling your head. “It’s okay, I’m not upset, I wanted to do it,” the care he showed was just for you. Tomura ignored everyone else. The ones he called friends, he never treated them the way he treats you. Of course, he still cared for them, in his own, odd way. You, though, you were special. Tomura didn’t use you for your body. Tomura may have stared at you, but if you took a good look at him, you would’ve seen it was a wistful, dreamy stare. Tomura’s presence was intimidating, but he was really just a scared, lonely man with pain sitting deeper than you thought.

“N-no, it’s not,” you hiccuped, trying to talk through sobs. “It’s not that, I just, y-you’re so nice to me and I d-don’t know why and I think I’m… dammit, I’m falling for you, and I’m scared! I know it’s stupid,” his hands suddenly stopped their gently running through your hair. His body stopped, and began to shake. Before you could pull away, his grip tightened. A small sniff told you he was crying too.

“It’s not stupid. I’m scared too,” Tomura’s head touched yours, pale hair draped over your own. “I keep telling myself it’s not real. You can’t be real. You wouldn’t want someone like me. I’m just not meant to be the kind of person that can be happy. I never really had anyone to be close with,” he pulls you away from his chest, his hands cupping your face. Tomura brings a thumb up to wipe away your tears. “I trust you and that scares me.”

“I don’t… I don’t know how I feel, but I wanna be around you more than I wanna be alone,” everything inside you felt like it was on fire. This gut wrenching feeling was stronger than ever, and vomit made its way up your throat. As suddenly as you pulled away to empty the contents of your stomach, all the memories came up. So did everything else from last night. Embarrassment clenched your heart with a tight fist. Not only did you make an absolute ass of yourself yesterday, now you were vomiting in front of the very same guy you drunkenly begged for dick. That same guy was gently pulling any hair away from your face with one hand and rubbing your back with the other. Fear settled in your gut beneath the embarrassment.

“I’m sorry, I thought what I did would keep you from being hungover,” Tomura gave you his water bottle, and you swished and spat to get rid of the taste of bile. Well, mostly, but the tinge still sat in the back of your mouth. A reminder of the fear you felt.

“You did,” you cough, a sore throat making speaking to him more difficult than it already was. “It’s not that,” you felt your heart spill its guts. Everything in you was out. Stopping it now was impossible, the flood gates long broken. “I’m scared. I’m really fucking scared. I know it seems stupid. It probably is. I’m not scared of you but… It’s like I shouldn’t feel this way. My mind disagrees with my body so I’m paralyzed.”

“It’s not stupid,” that single and confident statement reassured you more than anything. Tomura was a steadier person with you. It made sense, he acted out because he needed attention. Craved for somebody, anybody to see him, instead of just looking. You carved a path out for him and let him make his home there before he knew it. You swallowed your pride and your tears, and spoke with a trembling lip.

“I just wanna be yours.”

Yanked into his arms, Tomura gripped your shirt with a strength to break the seams. His body gently shook, lips peppering kissing on your head. Your tears were soaking his hoodie, but you had never felt more peaceful. You found a home in him, in his arms and his heart. It was like you had met your soulmate, something about it just clicked. Two puzzle pieces found each other, and for whatever reason, realized they fit perfectly together.

“I wanna be yours too,” he pulled away, brushing your hair behind your ear. “I’ve always wanted to be yours.” Tomura smiled, then he grabbed your chin and kissed you. Really kissed you. Not the inexperienced kiss he gave you first, but a loving, passionate kiss. Your hands fisted up in his hoodie, pulling him closer. When you pulled away, your eyes snapped to the sudden, loud laughter.

“Aw, look! Freakazoid and the fat chick are in love,” some dickhead you didn’t know was making kissy faces at the both of you. At the time you weren’t even thinking of the possibility of being seen. You shrunk, your body making itself small. It had been a while since anyone made fun of you for your size. Most people on campus ignored you, but you had a group of friends and they never even brought it up. Tears slipped out of your eyes, your self image cracking. Tomura, however, was already letting go of you, his fists balled up as he sped towards him. “Oh, no, whatcha gonna do skinny ass? You ma-“ Tomura’s long strides meant it didn’t take long for him to close in, the sentence cut off when he punched him across the mouth. Dickhead, as you’ve now named him, immediately fell to the ground, blood coating his lips. “Fuckin’ freak! Jesus, I’m gonna get you for that shit!” Tomura towered over him, face expressionless.

“I wish you would,” he mutters, quickly making his way back to you and roughly grabbing your hand, leading you back to your dorm. As you struggled to keep up with his pace, your mind raced. Tomura just punched a guy because of a simple comment. It was hurtful, but he wouldn’t do anything else. It made you feel like the freak, because it was a huge turn on. He was skinny, sure, but he was stronger than he seemed.

“You didn’t have to do that! What if he says something, he could get you in trouble!” You tug on his arm, trying to get him to slow down or stop.

“He won’t. Even if he does, I’m not scared of shit. He got what he was asking for,” Tomura was seething, speaking through gritted teeth. He didn’t want to show you this side of him. Angry, violent, and willing to act on aggressive thoughts before realizing the consequences. Now it was out in the open, and he felt guilty. Silently, the two of you made your way to your dorm. Tomura was still breathing heavily, and you weren’t sure if you should talk to him while he was this upset. You quickly unlocked your door and he pulled you inside. The grip on your hand was firm, hard. It made you nervous that he was standing there, eyes dark and mouth pulled into a thin line. “I won’t let anyone say that shit to you,” even when he was angry, he was considering you first.

You rocked on your feet, staring at them. “I can’t believe you did that,” the moment you said that, he felt guiltier. He scared you, that wasn’t what he wanted to do. What he wanted was for you to feel safe, and instead of just taking you away from the situation, he let his anger take the lead. Again. You looked up at him and saw him open his mouth. Probably to apologize. Before he could you held a finger to his lip. “It was kinda hot.”

In a second you were pressed against the door, Tomura’s lips aggressively on yours. Your hands found his chest while he had one by your head, the other pulling your waist close. The kiss was sloppy, hungry. Teeth clacked against each other as his tongue forced its way into your mouth. Keeping your lips locked, moving around in a dance, he finally found the bed and went down with you as he pushed you onto it. Tomura was on his elbows, pulling away from you and latching onto your neck. Whimpers fell from your mouth as you stuttered out his name. He couldn’t help himself, he didn’t want to stop. Self control was out the window. He was running on pure instinct as he bit a spot into your skin, licking and kissing it before he moved around. He kissed his way up to your ear, voice shaky as he whispered. “Do you want it?” Your legs pulled together, your clit throbbing.

“Please, yes, need it,” you babbled, arms wrapped around his chest as your finger nails dug in. His dark chuckle and warm breath on your neck gave you goosebumps. If Tomura hadn’t kissed anyone, he definitely hasn’t fucked anyone, but it didn’t show. His confidence had grown so quickly, all for you. Tomura moved away, and for the first time you actually saw his bare arms as he pulled off his hoodie. They were definitely more toned than you thought. It was all lean muscle, but he didn’t even try. It was genetic. As his hands moved down, he grabbed your hips, fingers pressing into the fat there. This was what he’d been thinking about for so long, and he finally had you. Tomura gripped you firmly, like he thought weren’t real and he had to make sure you were.

“Tell me you want it. One more time,” his chest rose and fell quickly, hands playing with the waist band of your pants. Your lip trembled, voice struggling to escape your throat.

“Please, p-please, Tomura, want you, want you so much,” your hands grabbed at his clothes, desperate. Before you could open your mouth again, he was on you, kissing just as aggressively as he was before. His hands shake as he yanked off your pants, moving back to pull off his shirt. One hand made it’s way up your shirt, groping at your chest, the other hand running a finger along your pussy through your panties.

“Fuck, you’re wet,” he murmurs into your lips, pulling your shirt above your head. In any other circumstance, you might be concerned about how your body looks. With the way he was grabbing at you, though, you didn’t care. His hand grabbed your stomach, gently kneading the fat there. “So fuckin’ pretty,” you whimpered, not even noticing as he unhooked your bra and threw it across the room. His lips latched onto one of your nipples, lapping at it. Tomura pushed your panties to the side, long fingers teasing your fluttering pussy. He switched, sucking and lighting nipping before he pulled away. Your panties covered your lips again and he hummed, pressing the flat of his tongue against the wet spot there. To him, you were better than any porn he’d ever seen. The sound of your pants and soft moans drove him crazy.

“Please don’t t-tease me,” your hips pushed down against his mouth, making him smirk. He pushed your panties to the side, licking from the bottom up to your clit, flicking it lightly. It made you gasp, your hands flying to his hair and lightly tugging. That was what it took to have him diving into your pussy, licking and sucking like he wanted to eat you alive. Two fingers gently pushed into you, curling up. His tongue swirled around your clit as he slowly fingered you, listening carefully to what you liked. This was his first time, and the first thing he thought to do was eat you out, instead of shoving his dick inside you and leaving. In between his kisses and lapping at your clit, he murmured praises and compliments about how good you tasted, how pretty you sounded. Heat pooled in your gut as your grip on his hair tightened. Your hips bucked against his tongue.

“Fuck, cum on my face, baby,” his pace was steady, licking in a steady pattern on your clit.

“A-ah, please, please, gonna c-cum, Tomura,” the coil inside you snapped as you tugged his hair harder, whimpering and pulling him closer. When he pulled away, his mouth and chin dripped with your cum.

“I wanna cum inside, please, fuck,” his large hands had torn your panties off, too impatient to worry about pulling them off of you. You nod quickly, too horny to even think straight, much less worry about him getting you pregnant. All you wanted was to feel was him filling you up. You heard his belt come off. When you looked up, your eyes widened. Tomura was huge. At the very least bigger than anything you’ve ever seen before.

“That… That’s too big, it’s not g-gonna fit,” you stutter, hands gripping the sheets. It probably wouldn’t, not all the way and not on your first try. You wanted him to try anyways. Tomura leaned down as he whispered into your ear.

“If it doesn’t fit, I’ll make it,” immediately you felt the burning sensation of stretching as he put the tip inside, thankfully waiting till he moved more. Your hands flew up at to claw at his back. He held you up against his chest, one hand roughly grabbing your hip. Tomura whimpered in your ear, only partially inside you but the way you clenched around him was making him dizzy. He held you close as he panted, desperately trying to not cum till he was at least all the way in. Your legs shook, wrapping around his waist.

“Fuck me, fuck me, I don’t care if it hurts, need you,” as soon as you said that, Tomura stopped holding back. Before you knew it, he pushed your legs against your chest, starting to slowly pump into you. Only half of him fit, but he pushed deeper, pressing against your cervix. When he fit all the way in, you were gasping and cock drunk. When he saw your beautiful face contorted in pleasure, he stroked your face with the back of his hand.

“You’re so pretty,” he whispered, immediately setting a brutal pace. It was like the only thing he saw was you. When your eyes closed, your head thrown back, he grabbed your chin and forced you to face him. “Open your eyes, fuckin’ look at me,” when you opened your eyes, you saw Tomura was just as awestruck as you were. His face was bright red, his eyes heavy and his chest heaving. This was everything he wanted. Tomura teased you, slowing his pace.

“Tomura, please, please, more,” his cock throbbed inside you, every beg you let out for him made him groan.

“I wish you could see yourself. You can’t even think straight, can you? I knew I was right. This is what you want. You wanna be bent in half and bred,” at that moment he leans over you, your knees over his shoulders. “You’re being so good for me,” the pace he started was brutal, every thrust inside you was splitting you in half, and you didn’t care. Your hands were gripping his hair again, and all that did was motivate him. The tip of his dick was kissing your cervix. All you could see was stars. When he pulled back again, his thumb brushed against your clit. It was still sensitive, almost too sensitive. You gasp and buck your hips up, and the smile that creeps on his face is dark. “Give me one more,” he let spit dribble onto your clit, combining it with the slick dripping from you. He kept a steady rhythm, rubbing your clit at the same pace he was fucking you. All Tomura wanted was to milk you for everything you had, push you till you couldn’t go anymore, but this was more than enough for him. Your legs tightened as your pants sped up, yanking roughly on his hair.

“‘M-mura, please, too m-much,” the way your body was reacting told Tomura it was exactly what you needed. The next high washed over you, cries and moans pouring from your mouth. All of your senses shut down, and all you could think about was Tomura. When you clenched around his cock, pussy throbbing in the after glow, he gasped. His thrusts became erratic, his fingers digging in deeper the closer he got.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he mumbles, his long hair covering his face as his head drops. “Gonna fill you up, breed that pretty pussy, fuck, g-gonna cum,” Tomura buried himself as far as he could, pumping you full and staying there, not wanting to move. When he pulled out of you, he shuddered. While you closed your eyes and fell back against the bed, Tomura cleaned you up. He kissed your temple, laying beside you and pulling you against his chest. “Was that…” he trails off, biting his lip between his teeth.

“I’ve never cum on any ones face before, if that tells you anything,” you laugh, burying your head into his chest. You could hear the loud, quick beating of his heart. Tomura’s hands idly play with your hair, moving along and touching any skin he could reach.

“You’re perfect, y’know that?”