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[magnificentmyra]

Myra was frowning over her martini glass as her eyes scanned the room. Everyone was here-- even Mr Borovosky, which she wasn't sure how to gauge. Yet, there was no sign of Ms Lorelai Hart. If Myra had known this was optional, she wouldn't have bothered. She scanned the room again, sure she'd caught glimpse of Mirage (and hoping to catch another) but alas. "These better be some fireworks."

@happieststarters

[wokealqaeda]

Mitchell Scott Johnson (born August 11, 1984) and Andrew Douglas Golden (born May 25, 1986) were middle school students who committed the Westside Middle School massacre, killing four students and one teacher, and wounding ten others.

Mitchell Scott Johnson lived in Jonesboro with his mother, stepfather, and his brother. His parents divorced when he was seven, and his mother remarried to Terry Woodward, an inmate at the prison where she was a guard. Johnson had a good relationship with his stepfather, and adults who remember him described him as being quiet and respectful. However, his fellow students at Westside Middle School described him as being a bully, who talked of wanting to belong to street gangs and smoke marijuana. He also spoke of "having a lot of killing to do" and holding a bitter grudge against Shannon Wright, his English teacher. His classmates also commented that he had a fascination with firearms.

Following the shooting, Johnson's attorney claimed that he had been sexually abused when he was 6 and 7 years old by a "family member of the day care where he was placed." One year prior to the shooting, 12-year-old Mitchell was charged with molesting a 3-year-old girl while visiting Minnesota with his family. However, the record of the case was expunged because of Mitchell's age.

Andrew Douglas Golden lived in the Jonesboro area with his parents. By all acounts, he came from a stable and loving household, having a good relationship with both his parents, and visiting his grandparents after school. He was raised to be familiar with guns and their use at an early age; he was given his first firearm by his father when he was six years old. Golden's schoolmates described him as a bully, and faced troublesome behavior. He would often engage fist fights with other students, and would often use profane language. A classmate once accused him of killing her cat with a BB gun.

On the night of March 23, 1998, Johnson and Golden loaded his mother's van with weapons, snack foods, stuffed animals, and camping supplies, and went to sleep.

The next day, Johnson stole his mother's keys and drove to the school with Golden. Johnson parked the van in the middle of the woods outside of the backyard of the school, planning to return there once the massacre was over. Johnson sat on a hill in the backyard of the school, while Golden went inside and pulled the fire alarm. Golden ran back and rejoined him at the hill with his weapon. As the students and teachers filed out of the building, thinking it was a routine fire drill, Johnson and Golden opened fire on them.

After firing for five minutes, four students and a teacher (all female) were killed, and ten more were wounded. As the police arrived on the scene, Johnson and Golden ran into the woods, back to the van. However, they failed to outrun the officers that were pursuing them, and were both arrested.

Johnson had reportedly started planning the attack at least one month in advance. He and Andrew Golden, stole seven weapons over the course of a month from Johnson's stepfather's massive firearm collection.

During the trial, Mitchell hung his head and read a letter of apology he had written to victims' families. Mitchell said he wasn't targeting anyone. "We were not going to shoot at anyone in particular," he said. "I really thought we would scare them. I am sorry. I hope anyone who listens to these word knows how truly sorry I am."

While in detention awaiting trial, Mitchell wrote a letter that stated: Hi. My name is Mitchell. My thoughts and prayers are with those people who were killed, or shot, and their families. I am really sad inside about everything. My thoughts and prayers are with those kids that I go to school with. I really want people to know the real Mitchell someday. Sincerely, Mitchell Johnson."

Due to their age, they were tried as juveniles, and were found guilty of 5 counts of murder. Following their convictions, Johnson and Golden were taken by National Guard helicopter to Alexander, Arkansas, the location of the Youth Services Division's juvenile facility and the state's most secure juvenile facility.

While incarcerated, Mitchell reunited with Colby Brooks (no relation to victim Natalie Brooks). The two had been good friends before the shooting.

Johnson was released on August 11, 2005, on his 21st birthday due to federal gun crimes. Originally he was to only be held until he turned 18 years old. He spent less than 2 years in jail for each murder that he committed. He is allowed to buy and own firearms.

In interviews with Johnson's mother, she has said that he plans to leave Jonesboro and become a Baptist minister. However in a deposition taken for the civil case, he stated that he wanted to become a Seventh Day Adventist Minister, but hasn't found a Seventh Day Adventist church that he liked.

Golden was released on May 25, 2007, also his 21st birthday. Golden's exact whereabouts were unknown until he applied for a concealed weapon permit in Arkansas on October 7, 2008, under the name he now uses, Drew Douglas Grant.

His application was denied by Arkansas state police, who noted that Golden had lied on the application about his previous residences and claimed it would be illegal for Golden to own or possess a firearm, though the reason for this is unclear. The assumed name that Golden was using had been unknown up until this point due to a gag order, but police were able to tie Andrew Golden to Grant through fingerprint records during the background check for the permit

Golden completed his civil case deposition on May 6, 2008.

[elainsgirl]

when companies predict/speculate elriel is next I am actually glad Elriels are a minority in the fandom. Because no one can say they are pandering to get click and views. If they wanted to pander for views, they'd write about GA/EL. But none of all these companies even acknowledge GA/EL. I mean look at TODAY, scrolling past GA commens with 1000s of likes, to like an unpopular comment about Elriel being endgame.

Also, if it was just one or two times, I'd kind fo just laugh it off as a good time for Elriels. But when it's so many and within a single year, close to the announcement... it does kind of feel like a soft launch... and I don't care if the Queens of delulu calls me delusional for simply considering the possibility it's a soft launch. We deserve some good times for staying in this cesspool of a fandom for so long because of our love for Elain and Elriel.

Hey anon 🫶

You’re so right. If E! Just wanted to create an article to get views, likes, engagement or whatever they would have mentioned all 3 ships and talked about how fans have been speculating that elriel or gwynriel could be next. What I find just sad is antis insulting the journalists and calling the article AI which btw - is a huge, disrespectful, claim to make especially if you have 0 proof. If any of that was true, and E! wanted to gain attraction from the acotar/book community- they would have also mentioned gwynriel, why? Because for the past 4 years since ACOSF’s release - fans have also heavily suspected acotar 5 will follow gwynriel as the next couple. Yet the journalist mentioned no other ship aside from Elriel. And if AI was used for this article -> A simple engine like chat gpt, would also bring up Gwynriel. In fact - according to chat: Gwynriel is the biggest, sensational ship coming from acosf that has a huge fan following. If E! Had mentioned gwynriel, then their article would have increased 10x in popularity.

Quite literally no one is taking this as confirmation that elriel is next, no one is daft enough to believe we’re going to get the acotar 5 announcement from a news outlet before the author herself.

But its when you combine everything together that it is very clear this is a soft launch. You have TIME - talking about elriel, spotify and audible which Sjm works with, now E! Which also referenced Time and then E! Also mentioning Sjm talking about rejected mates. Do antis think BB is unaware that this is happening? Ofc not. They know that these companies are talking about elriel. Its been made clear that an announcement is coming soon. It makes the most logical sense for it to be around spring - thats like 5/6 months from now. Its about this time, when soft launches occur to prepare the audience for the real deal. BB knows who the next couple is. At this point, Mass would’ve told them. How bad does it look that you have multiple, huge, credible sources talking about elriel only for gwynriel to be announced? BB & Sjm do not want that sort of confusion going on for such a huge release. Even these companies wouldn’t want to lose credibility by being wrong.

No one here is saying this is confirming elriel - but it is definitely a good, positive thing. I doubt whoever is writing/liking elriel content from these companies know who is endgame but they will have been aware the general directions the books are going in. Elriel make the most logical sense. Unbiased people easily come to that conclusion.

Thing is anon, if the roles were reversed, you and I + every elriel reading this, know that antis would have had a field day. They would have been just as happy as we are, rubbing in our faces that such credible sources are mentioning their ships. But thats not happened so they’re left with being bitter, petty, spiteful little haters. It is disheartening- not at all surprising- that antis are mocking elriels. I expected nothing less from such a mean group of people. The fact they’re going around claiming how unbothered they are but at the same time, have not stopped talking about elriel, “debunking” elriel or elriel stans goes to show how much they are panicking and trying to delude themselves that this doesn’t matter. But it does.

Honestly, celebrate. We deserve it after being mocked and insulted for believing in elriel. We deserve to be happy and in a good mood about this - block out the haters and do not listen to them. They’re just going to get more nasty as time goes on and even more news about elriel comes out.

[mrs-monaghan]

With BB no.1 too honestly.

Seven got 304 points and a difference of 1-2 points from no.1

While LC got 319 points.

If seven didn't had playlisting and radio prolly it will land in 4 or 5. Jk got 6 points from radio alone I.e lead of 6 points without any effort, if he didn't had the radio no.2 and no.3 will easily surpass him as there was only 1-2 points difference.

While Jimin's 319 points was 0 radio and 253K sales and 10 M streams 💀💀

I was saying that if seven didn't had the push and hype it had it won't be achieving any record we are singing about now. It will land around no.5 on BB 100 and will be getting 3-4M streams daily rn.

That, is alot of math my lovely, but I will take your word for it.

Yes, yes yes yes yes it is all very very true. What Jimin achieved is fucking amazing. It's incredible and if we are being honest, legendary 🙌🏽

I mean mans had basically no radio play and he still got there. Idk why Jikookers are being called antis for pointing out the truth

And the truth is that it's unfair that Jimin didn't get the same push that JK did.

But, whatever happened, happened. The least people can do is acknowledge that what Jimin did was fucking HUGE. Fucking LEGENDARY.

Jimin is THE standard I don't care. Everyone always wants their fav to have what he has. Do what he does. Be what he is. It is what it fucking is. Jimin is King. And Jimin is the motherfucking standard. Period!

But also, what JK did was also amazing, anon. Yes he got more push and more support from the company clearly and he got all the radio play but it still doesn't diminish his achievement.

Not Just for 100 but 200 too!!! 👏🏾👏🏾👑👑👑

But, let's not forget he worked hard for it. Alot may have been handed to him but he put in the work. He didn't slack, he practiced, dieted, gave input, stayed up, put👏🏾 in 👏🏾the👏🏾fucking👏🏾 work👏🏾 JK aint some lazy bum that just sat back and did nothing waiting to harvest what he didn't sow.

U wanna be bitter that his win was made easier that's okay, but it doesn't make it any less valid. At least not in my eyes.

We stan legit kings

Pretty kings

People are saying they hope V gets his number one too so that the maknae line will all have a BB hot 100. The thing is though, realistically speaking thats not possible.

See, with the current racist Hot 100 rules, JK wouldn't have go10 it either if it wasn't for radio play. So unless V gets the same push JK did, (which I doubt) he won't win it. I want him to, I do. But it's not likely. So far we've only seen 🛴 show interest in Yoonminkook. Maybe that will change at some point but as it stands...

Anywaaaaaaay.

All hail our talented kings 🙌🏽 who are getting more sus day by day 🧐

Okay 😳

[joetoyesleg]

dang you are getting hounded by anons 😭 but too bad I am here to pile on more xx

idc what anyone says— it was Never going to be little brother… like ever at all lmao

like when big brother is saying that he’ll be the one to “do it” I 100% believe that that is him deciding right there (and probably even before that tbh) that HE was going to die in LB’s place so that HE could live, he didn’t care about the others safety half as much as he cared about his. it would be mate or the captain before it was going to be LB if he weren’t so good hearted, but he was Always going to be the one, even if his brother would hate him for it (and he did for a little bit imo, the meat was bitter because his tongue was coated in unspoken curses on BB’s name, so full of love but so full of anger… #to#me)

I’m sure he didn’t like Want to die but if I take a lol around at anything we know about him… biggest of all being that he wanted nothing more than for his brother to be safe (and also ?? feeling like his parents don’t love him ??? we don’t talk about that enough lmao like his solo in MITC is so crazy actually… ouchie big brother ouchie… if he didn’t have his brother then he had nothing to return to but the farm and even then… help with the farm is the only reason he’s been kept around in his mind… erm… 😟🔫)

in my head he’s only like max 22-23 owwwwwwwww big brother I need to give you a kiss and a hug my poor sweetheart </3 rip to a king

tldr; big brother was never going to let little brother sacrifice himself it was always going to be him instead and his angst is insane and delicious

sigh.. maybe one day I’ll come off of anon and be a freak to your face (also I see that you also enjoy the outsiders… a person of Taste.. 🤝)

i can't express how i do a backflip every time i see i got a reply or anon message,, KEEP EM COMING

i think when im actively watching i refuse to accept a reality where BB was going to die (NOT THAT I WANT LB TO DIE INSTEAD!!! maybe this show is just too tragic for me.) i wouldn't claim him as suicidal just because he seems so motivated by looking out for LB and serving god, but i do believe there was never a moment of doubt when LB was chosen to die that he would go in his place. "if he weren't so good hearted" i love btw. his angst IS insane and delicious and like 60% of the reason i love this show so so much. stark sands my king. i'm 20 and not close with my older sister (22) but can only imagine the love i'd feel being chased onto a whaling ship and being told all they want out of the rest of their life is to take me by the hand and lead me home :(((( i might start crying in accounting class honest to god.

now a little about me! in response to you saying maybe you'll come off of anon and be a freak to my face (please do). i was just like you a mere week ago!! a hardcore tumblr lurker (especially for outsiders stuff) but never interacted with anyone or posted my own thoughts because i was shy. but then i fell in love with swept away and there was truly a depressing amount of stuff out there for me to consume about it, so i became the fandom blogger I needed. and bigbrothersleg was born!! so all that being said, do it!!!! there are so few of us and this blog has had such a warm reception that i'm so glad i made a place to 1. get all my thoughts out and 2. let other people read stuff about something they like too :))

tldr: ty for being here anon, i've loved making this little blog and being able to chit chat with people like you, even if you stay anon :,)

[stvllioner]

Ohhh i’m so in love with this concept I’ve always been a sucker for marriage tropes, I would love to see more of it bb <3 for me touya would have to give his absolute all, as in a honeymoon 2.0 but instead of like a month it’s going to be 6 months long, he needs to show that he deserves me again!

https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/savnofilter/728094754520383488

oh my god yes.

at first, he definitely buys you tons of expensive gifts, takes you out for dinners, vacations and etc. you almost feel bitter at how hard he's going, but you miss this type of stuff—him being around you and not ignoring your existence. this is what it took for him to acknowledge you again? divorce papers? what gets you is he thinks that the material possessions will save your marriage—it won't. when he notices that you're starting to pull away and his materialistic ways aren't working, he uses his actions to make sure you stay with him. smothers you in his everything. when you wake up, it should be him you see. in the middle of day he'll show up to your job or the hobby you take on if you're stay-at-home spouse. and of course, Touya is the last thing you see before you fall asleep at night. and he is more than willing to play the long game; which is what this is to him, a game. it's not like his neglect was because he was cheating on you, he was just... 'busy'.

Touya can't help but laugh at the thought of you innocently believing that you'll never see him again if you divorce. there's a reason why he married you and not all the other people around him. he'll never just let you go.

[passifaggot]

sorry gang i'm on a writing roll so here is

Ash's Thoughts About Every Winner + A Bonus

Wife, this is your warning. Do not look under the cut. You will be spoiled for literally the entire series.

Also I do briefly mention self-harm towards the end so if that is a trigger for you, I would recommend either scrolling or not reading the massive paragraph at the end.

Dr. Will (BB2) - There's a reason he's an iconic winner. He's a bit of an asshole but he's a lovable asshole, much like my dad.

Lisa (BB3) - Now, do I think a bitter jury contributed to this win? Yes. Is this win still deserved? Yes. She was a strong player in her own right and I'm still happy she won.

Jun (BB4) - One of my favorite winners. Basically invented the floater strategy that other houseguests try and fail to replicate to this day.

Drew (BB5) - Honestly, I have not dived very far into this mid-stage of the old seasons but I guess he's okay.

Maggie (BB6) - Not a big fan of her, tbh.

Mike Boogie (BB7) - There's a lot of shit that happened outside of the game that sours my opinion of him.

Evil Dick (BB8) - Ok, listen. He's a character I can say that much. But, there was a lot of production protection around his win. I don't think he would've gotten as far without America's Player.

Adam (BB9) - I haven't watched BB9, and I probably won't.

Dan (BB10) - What can I say about Dan that hasn't already been said? He is a BB legend and probably the best winner.

Jordan (BB11) - Yeahhhh, no.

Hayden (BB12) - I have conflicting thoughts about Hayden. Is he kinda responsible for Derrick? Yes. Is he entertaining to watch? Yes.

Rachel (BB13) - Ok I gotta admit, I'm not the biggest fan of her in 13, love her in 12 though.

Ian (BB14) - Ian is my favorite, if you have anything negative to say about him fuckin leave.

Andy (BB15) - I refuse to watch BB15.

Derrick (BB16) - See my future "Derrick Levasseur Ruined Big Brother & I Don't Respect Him As A Person" longpost.

Steve (BB17) - I am extremely biased towards Steve. BB17 was the first season I watched and the first to make me fall in love with Big Brother. If you asked my dad, he would say Vanessa was robbed. And I kind of agree, but also don't. We didn't have good enough internet for the feeds at the time so there's a lot of shit we missed.

Nicole (BB18) - I hate Nicole Franzel. I am tired of seeing and hearing her and I do not care if she lives or dies.

Josh (BB19) - 19 was a garbage dump as a season which makes it only fair to get a garbage dump of a winner. Only Kevin winning would satisfy me because he was the only bright spot in this hellhole of a season.

Kaycee (BB20) - Honestly, I don't give a rat's ass about this season. I was on Discord most of the summer so I didn't get to connect with a lot of the players.

Jackson (BB21) - Why do we award racists? I only watched the first half of the season because I was so angry.

Cody (BB22) - The only good thing he did was evict Nicole. This season made me stop watching until midway through BB24 because all of the Pre-Derrick players were evicted for trying to, yknow, play the fucking game how it was meant to be played. So tired of white boys.

Xander (BB23) - I have not gone back & watched BB23 in its entirety due to certain events in my life happening at that time because I fear it may trigger me and ruin my excitement for Big Brother.

Taylor (BB24) - It's what she deserves. She is 2 in my top 3 favorite winners, those being Ian, Taylor, and Lisa.

Jag (BB25) - I don't think you should win if you were evicted, but that's my opinion.

And finally, our bonus player:

Paul (BB18 & 19) - I have incredibly mixed feelings on Paul. When they played in 18, I thought they were the greatest person on Earth. They were cool and funny and had awesome style. And to an autistic middle schooler who couldn't keep up with the changing tides of the social hierarchy, they meant a lot to me because we were already very similar. So I mirrored them. I mirrored them HARD. They were everything I wanted to be as a person. Instead of being the kid who got bullied all the time, I could be cool. To this day, Paul is a really special houseguest to me because they provided an escape from the newly developing self-hatred and urge to harm myself. I'm older and healthier now, so I don't value my worth against people but they were a bright spot in a dark time in my life.

Then BB19 came along. And I felt betrayed.

Why was the person I looked up to suddenly acting like the very thing I was escaping from? It genuinely hurt a lot. And because of those feelings that still linger today, I still feel like that 12 year old "girl" who didn't know what was wrong with them whenever I see clips of Paul on BB19.

Thank you for your time. See yall on Thursday.

[melodygatesauthor]

Weekly Update

8/20/2023

Announcements

- A Bit Dodgy is almost finished -

The chapter coming out this week is the second to last chapter for the series. It’s such a bitter sweet thing, ending a series, especially one that I’ve built such a community around. I’ve written 5 novel-length fics over the course of the last year, and A Bit Dodgy will be number 6. On 09/04/2023 it will be my one-year anniversary of writing fanfiction since coming back after not writing for about a decade and l can’t believe it. Holy CRAP. I’ll take the time to reminisce about my numbers and statistics on my one-year mark, don’t you worry lol. There will definitely be a celebration.

That being said, ending a series never gets easier. Even though I write for these characters all the time, Steven, Marc and Jake in this case, I’m still closing the book on this version of them. It’s sad, but I’m also very ready to move on to other stories and other versions of these characters. I also think I’ll write some headcanons and one-shots as I feel the desire to just to take the edge off when I’m missing them. I’ll talk more about this when I finish A Bit Dodgy. <3

- Requests are officially closed -

I’m not sure if I’ll ever be in a position to take requests again or not. My WIP list is a mile long, and right now (summer) is a VERY busy time for both of my jobs. I’m lucky if I get one day off a week. All this to say, it’s not feasible for me to continue taking requests when I can’t even handle the fics I have currently in the works.

I’m not saying I’ll never do requests again, it’s just not realistic right now. There will still be follower celebrations and birthday events and things like that in which I may take limited requests, but as far as the regular ones go, I gotta stop taking them for now. - THIS IS THE LAST TIME I'M MAKING THIS ANNOUNCEMENT. PLEASE READ IT.

Fic Updates

Disclaimer - I never know which way the winds of inspiration will blow. Timeframes aren’t a promise/guarantee, they’re a goal.

Fic Updates Legend:

Blue - Update this week

Pink - Update in progress

Red - Backburner Fic (not currently working on. See WIP list for status)

You can find my current WIP list here

Chaptered Fic Updates

A Bit Dodgy - Chapter 17 is coming this week, but I need more time. So it won't come out tomorrow, it will be out Tuesday or Wednesday instead! Thank you for understanding!

Always Yours, Never Mine - Chapter 3 is done! Just need to finish editing! I'll be putting it out Saturday bbs <3

The Fractured Moon - My primary focus this past week has been getting A Bit Dodgy finished, and also working on getting the requests and stuff for my 2k celebration done. I'll be working on part 4 of TFM this week to hopefully post next week!

Mini-series Updates

Feeling You Can’t Fight - Chapter 3 is done! I just need to finish editing and posting hehe.

All on the backburner for now but will get additional chapters soon:

Not a Doctor - Part 2

Worth the Risk - Part 3

AI Character Bot Updates

I currently have the following bots on my list that I’m working on. If you have any suggestions or additions you’d like, please feel free to ask! I won’t make every single one I get asked for but I’ll make some of them as I get time!

DBF Jake and Steven (I already did Marc...did I ever post him? I thought I did but maybe not)

Patient Steven and Marc

Moon Knight Rescue scenario

Miguel AI Assistant Scenario (inspired by @missdictatorme's Halo fic).

Am I missing any? Don't see one on the list that you want to add? Send me an inbox or private message! No promises, but if I like the idea I'll make an AI bot.

Requests

I'm finishing up all the inboxes from my 2k Follower Celebration! I'm almost through those so please bear with me.

There are 2 regular requests I have that will both be released this week! Exciting! - Those are the last 2 I have. Starting next week, the "request" category of my weekly update will be gone!

I think that's all for now! Much love!

Don't forget to follow my other blogs:

@melodymakesart - My art blog

@lockandkeynovel - The blog for my original fiction novel, Lock & Key

@melodyreadsfanfiction - The blog where I reblog works I intend to read, a good place for fanfic readers to follow!

@melodygatesupdates - This is where I'll reblog any chapter updates for my fics and whatnot. This is what I use instead of a tag list!

[maximusboltaqon]

its MUTANT MENACE DAY which means im about to be SUPER ANNOYING !!!!!!!

ok ok so a few thoughts (specifically about the royal inhumans parts) and also

SPOILERS!!! UNDER THE READ MORE !!!!!

i dont have a ton to say about this i just really like how this panel looks. i still havent gotten around to the first ms marvel comics (slowed down on the comics reading for a,, bit) but i like these little monologe boxes. maybe i should just skip ahead to them,,, we're also *still* not given anything about where the inhumans are hiding out! i wonder if there's even anybody outside the family living there at this point?

once again still not a lot to say im just very excited to see them again. THEY'RE STANDING!!! THEY HAVE LITTLE NAME BOXES!!! THEY LOOK SO GOOD!!!!

i absolutely adore how lockjaw is drawn in this comic. and medusa laying kamala down against him is the cutest thing <3 lockjaw really IS the best cure for all things

now i can definitely see some people getting,,,, upset about these panels. before this i did theorize that the inhuman dna was probably causing problems with the mutation and that was what was causing the "glitching", and i think it makes a lot of sense that terrigen (or lack thereof) IS the cause of this problem! and obviously the mutants wouldnt be able to replicate terrigen, and regardless on if they knew this would cause problems or not (im going to assume they probably didnt have any idea but i also havent read like, any modern xmen comics set in krakoa) of course they wouldnt go ask the inhumans. but im also not sure they could have if they wanted to?

the same with them telling kamala she should have reached out, the inhumans live in hiding right now. and although johnny has been able to call crystal, he (and probably in extension the entire ff) are obviously very close to the inhumans and its reasonable that he and crystal would still be talking. as for anyone else being able to just,,, call them whenever? do most of the xmen have any idea whatsoever that doti even happened? does most of *anyone* on earth know whats going on with the inhumans? so i do think theyre being a bit unfair with this, but also,,,, yeah of course theyre still bitter about the ivx thing!! of course medusa in particular would still be bitter about that!! that was one of the most difficult points in her life, and theres been like no resolution to most of that bc the inhumans just *left* and she just kinda got back with bb after maybe one or two conversations?? it makes complete sense to me that she (and karnak too but mostly medusa) would still be upset about it and i honestly dont know why she *wouldnt* be.

and also scroll back up and look at how adorable lockjaw is <33

now this had me pause for a moment. the plan is to expose kamala, a resurrected *mutant*.... to terrigen? also as im typing this i just realized kamala has a cheeseburger (something she commented on wanting at the very end of last issue. red dagger probably went to get it w lockjaw and im very happy she got to eat her burger) BUT ANYWAYS. i thought we made a big deal about how terrigen is deadly to mutants?? wasn't that a thing??? pretty sure that was a thing.

once again pointing out lockjaw i love him so much. HIS EARS !!!!!

aaaand this confuses me even more again. terrigen just... stops her from getting her mutant powers, and maybe only temporarily? although this does seem to kind of fit in with what was going on with luna (who isnt even half mutant anymore last i checked), luna rules are very different from 2014-2018 rules. which are the rules that applied when kamala got inhuman powers in the first place. why does terrigen not hurt her if she's a mutant? is this explained in a comic i havent read yet? if it is ignore how confused i am ill figure it out eventually.

if this hasn't been explained i am very curious about why she specifically would be fine with terrigen exposure. also why are karnak and medusa seemingly not concerned at all about how exposing her to terrigen might kill her? even if there has been an explanation, how would they know that? this seems like a giant "lets just see what happens and hope for the best" situation!! which,,, i guess actually isnt ooc for either of them at all, but still, this is like very dangerous science experiment-y even for them 😳

and disregarding all the kamala being immune to terrigen stuff.... how do the inhumans even *have* terrigen? all of it was put in a bomb, which was blown up, and then all of it was in a cloud, which was destroyed. of course, maximus learned how to make more, but all the terrigen he made was destroyed like five minutes after he made it. and considering he then immediately went to space and then finally returned only to live on the moon again (and the ingredients he requires for terrigen are on earth), im pretty sure he also needs triton's help to gather some of those ingredients, and idk if they would just let maximus and triton run off together again. i dont remember if doti gives any clear timeline references (and considering it basically completely ignores uncanny, royals, and the bb series, im gonna guess it doesn't) but even IF maximus somehow had time to go back to earth and make more terrigen, it all would have been destroyed again when vox attacked. and then maximus died. so there should be NO terrigen and NOBODY who knows how to make it.

now granted, considering this was about 6 years ago and the inhumans have pretty common continuity issues this is probably just a "we need this to fix the Problem" and its,,, whatever. im sure they can fit some explanation in there somewhere. unless we're retconning everything past inhumanity and before doti? which i reallyyy am not too keen on the idea of. i know ivx was a really unpopular story but ignoring it means retconning a LOT of stuff, and sets up a ton of new problems about the terrigen cloud, and im pretty sure the current xmen stuff still acknowledges that as canon.

once again Not an expert so dont kill me if any of this has an explanation and this is just a useless Leo Complaining Post 🥺

i dont have any more space for images and this is about the last that we get of them, too. fairly minor, but still doing stuff!! and they get to have dialog!! pretty pleased overall with this (even if i wonder what exactly is happening continuity-wise) and hoping we get some more appearances later this year !!!! once again lockjaw. lockjaw was the best part of this issue for me. put lockjaw in every comic ever 2k24.

[diaryofamadsunwukongfan]

I’m the anon that the previous one was responding to, and I’d like to defend myself.

Firstly: true, Korra and Asami (much like Blake and Yang) barely interacted in the first half of their show. But when they did start interacting in Book 3, it felt like a natural progression from what little we saw of them in Books 1 and 2. Book 1 established that they had common interests, and that they could get along in spite of the love triangle drama, then Book 2 had them both get over the love triangle shit entirely. Then Book 3, they start interacting with each other more, starting with their shared interests (Asami taking Korra for that joyride in Book 1, then teaching her how to actually drive herself in Book 3), reaffirming that they don’t have any hard feelings over the love triangle drama, and then working together against common enemies. While they established some good chemistry in this portion of the story, I wouldn’t say they started pushing them as romantic until the end of the season when Korra has her near-death experience and Asami’s the one shown closest to her during that time of need. It’s a fairly cleanly handled transition from acquaintances to friends to romantic subtext. By contrast BB’s relationship goes from: acquaintances (Volume 1), to one-sided subtext that’s rarely acknowledged (Volumes 2 and 3), to not interacting for an entire season (4), to one-sided subtext that’s better acknowledged than before (5), to suddenly they’re inseparable (6 and onwards). It’s such a weird transition.

Secondly, and I know I’m kinda barking up the wrong tree sharing this here: I’m not actually a Sun fan. I don’t hate him, but I feel like he had a rough first impression, being introduced in the second-to-last episode of a season then immediately starting a romantic subplot with one of the main girls. I still prefer him over Mako, but I never quite got over that first impression. (If you’re wondering how I found this blog: I just follow the rwde tag since I enjoy keeping an eye on the drama; I usually stay uninvolved, but felt the need to comment here since Korrasami got brought up).

I was actually a BB shipper back in the day (admittedly, I saw it as a “pair the spares” ship to go along with the better fleshed out White Rose, Arkos and Renora, but still), but I had lost interest in BB due to their aforementioned inconsistent handling in the early seasons, and had conceded the ship war to Black Sun around the time of Volume 4. So when BB got shoved into the spotlight in Volume 6, I was just kinda bitter since what was the point of those first five seasons then? (Also I was a little salty that they went with that instead of White Rose) Just feels like a cruel prank pulled on both sides of the fandom at that point, ya know? “Oh, you were invested in Black Sun? Too bad, we’re going to drop it out of nowhere. Oh, you liked BB? Well, sorry, we did nothing with them for five seasons until our views started dropping. Then we’ll keep them at this status quo for a few more seasons until our views start dropping again.” Just, feels so disrespectful.

I am so confused I wasn't even paying attention to this conversatuon

[b1mbodoll]

gabi oh my god im so sorry about these rude anons 🥺 ur literally the sweetest and most precious person on this app and for people to call you "childish" and "weird" is crazy knowing how much you care about your anons and for some of them to take advantage of talking shit on anon is crazy.

they're points are trash, they dont have one valid reason to hate on you. they're just miserable and they shouldnt be on your profile in the first place if all they're going to do is spread negativity!!! all you do is spread positivity on your account. you literally are one of the most appreciative, kind, and heartwarming people on this app. you create a safe place for everyone who follows you and others too!!!

im so glad we're mooties n im so sorry that people are being so bitter to you baby :( you are literally so nice and not to mention such a good writer?? you make everything so detailed n interesting, you're amazing at what you do. if they dont like what you write, they literally dont have to read it..? its not that hard to not be a fucking bitch, honestly. some people are just cunts n need to realize the whole world doesnt revolve around them n they're big ass head </3

you dont deserve the hate you're receiving and i hope people will realize that just because they're miserable doesnt mean they need to be such bitch and talk shit on anon. like are you that much of a pussy you cant even send a message off anon on an APP? a PHONE. they act as if you can jump through the screen and attack them or some shit like people as such pussies its so funny to me 😭

you're literally just a silly little girl gabi, im so sorry. i promise you can always talk to me if you want or need to!! yk my dms are always open my love, take care :( <3

— lei 🫐 (sorry for the long msg bb!!)

lei my baby <3 i held onto this for a lil bc im so overwhelmed by how sweet you are :( my little ray of sunshine <3 i wish i could explain how much u and ur kind words mean to me :( but pls know i will forever hold this and every other message u have sent me, near and dear to my heart!!!!

ur so right !!!! i find it so dumb that people come onto my blog to spread negativity and hateful messages 😠 like how awful do you have to be to go around bothering people with a reason >:(

thank you so so so much for all the sweet compliments T_T im so emotional ur srsly too lovely <3 and i’m extremely happy you ‘nd others view my blog as a safe place !!! i always want people to feel welcome and cared for so i do my best to offer that ♡

i’m also glad we are not only mutuals but friends as well! we havent spoken for long but u already mean so much to me n i hope we are friends for a long time, baby <3 n thank u for the compliments abt my writing T_T its hard not to doubt myself and my writing but it gets a lil easier to stop when sweeties like u send such heartwarming messages like this 💌💌 mwah

it really isnt hard to be nice!!!!! or jusy block someone you dont like!!! i dont understand why its hard for them to get that through their thick skulls -_-

the use of anon when sending hate rllllly gets under my skin -_- like why are you afraid to own up to your mean and awful messages!!!!! why are you afraid to show me ur blog??? bc i can finally blog you if you do??? agh i will nvr understand meanies -_-

i am just a silly lil girl ur so right, my baby!!!!! i will keep this in mind ‘nd i hope u know ‘m always here for u as well! im here for whatever u need or to listen to whatever u wna talk abt, i promise <3 and pls dont apologize for sendin long msgs 😠😠 i truly appreciate it so much n it means the world to me that ur takin time out of ur day to be such a sweetheart to lil ol me ☹️ mwah mwah mwah i adore u

[mothshriek]

My PineClan kitties!

Moonfall is a very overwhelmed but caring medicine cat, he loves to talk about his work. But his mate at the time, Leafstripe, hated to hear about it, and just wanted to get on with their gathering patrol. Their personalities clashed, it's a wonder they ever liked eachother.

Whisperingfreckle - who happened to be Leafstripe's sister - started volunteering to go with him, wanting to help, and she was always in awe and eager to talk to him, it surprised Moonfall that someone was interested in hearing him out. She started to fall very in love with him, and he felt the same, but they spent many seasons never confessing that love. At some point him and Leafstripe wound up having a litter of kits.

One day Moonfall was feeling very bitter, and on one of their usual patrols together she attempted to cheer him up but he snapped at her. He felt horrible, and realized Leafstripe was making him unhappy and broke things off with her, and he confessed to her, which she strongly and emotionally reciprocated, wholesome bbs. <3

So glad to finally see my Moonfall happy.

^^^ The cats in question! Don't mind the "No thoughts, head empty" under Whisperingfreckle's name, these are old screenshots ^^;

[pastelsandpining]

Firstly, congratulations bb for the 400!! You deserve more! 🥳🎉💕

Than bots lol

For the prompts may i ask for our blonde children to have fight and make up? Maybe just me that rarely see these 2 fight lol

WILD I LOVE YOU!!! enjoy some Sky babies! <3 I don't think they would stay upset with each other for very long

enjoy my take on "hey, what if link didn't win the wing ceremony?"

special thanks to my beta @badmoonbuns !!

Masterlist | 400 Requests

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flying low

Skyloft was quiet.

The air was colder high above the small expanse of her world. Zelda tugged her knees to her chest and tucked the hem of her skirt under her feet so no wind could pass through. There was a heavy sense of sadness sitting on her chest that afternoon, a plaque that had built up since the morning: since the Wing Ceremony had ended and the little wooden statue of the winner did not sit in Link's hands. 

It hadn't been the time or the place to confront her best friend, and the expression on his face should've been enough to make her realize he was just as disappointed as her, but she couldn't help herself. She was hurt, furious, because the Wing Ceremony wasn't something of luck. Link was a natural flyer, the best she'd ever seen, and she longed to know how he'd lost to Groose. How he could let himself lose to Groose, let her have to endure the ceremony at the top of the statue with Groose.

She'd looked at him on the landing platform, at the lost look in his eyes, and she couldn't help herself. She hadn't exactly been level headed. Zelda stepped up to him, voice low and quiet and sad, and asked,

"Oh, Link... Did you even try?" 

They'd never argued that badly before. Well, maybe she shouldn't use the word argue, because that implied a heated conversation between two people. In their case, one person had been conversing and the other had been receiving all of the heat. Link had always been a quiet boy, never one to stick up for himself because nothing ever really seemed to bother him, but his quiet compliance in the face of her disappointment had angered her even more.

Cruel. It was a cruel question; of course he'd tried. Maybe he was a sleepyhead, sometimes a bump on a log, but he gave his all to everything he did--being upset was no excuse. But she thought he'd win. She'd planned for him to win, because her gift had been specially crafted for him; her song and all of her practice had been with him in mind! She'd had so much faith in him.

Zelda had turned on her heel, her back to him, and stormed off to get the ceremony over with.

It was a dumb ceremony.

It wasn't a big deal.

But it was, because she'd only get to be the Goddess Hylia this once, for her class, and Link didn't win. He wouldn't be the one on the statue with her. He would have another chance to compete, to win, to take on the role of the Chosen Hero before his official knighting, sure, but it wouldn't happen with her, and Zelda was jealous.

Jealous and bitter.

She hadn't come down from the statue. She'd sent Groose on his merry way after a song and some convincing, but the peaceful quiet at the top had given her the space to let herself feel. She'd sunk against the goddess and buried her face in her hands, cried until her head ached and breath heaved, and even when she calmed down, she didn't move.

It was over now. There was nothing she could do to change what had happened. Not the race, not the ceremony, not the things she'd said. Zelda could admit she'd been irrational all day: pushing Link off of Skyloft, not believing a word he said, nagging him about practice--and she crossed a line. After the race, he looked like she'd slapped him. She couldn't help wondering where he was now.

She leaned her head onto her knees and closed her eyes. The breeze cooled off the stinging skin of her puffy eyes and tear-streaked cheeks, and she was so exhausted that for a moment, she understood Link. She wanted nothing more than to fall asleep. Maybe she would've, had the sudden footsteps not startled her. An awful feeling hit her when she told herself it could be Groose again, coming back with the ego she'd squashed when she disrespected the ceremony by giving it the least amount of effort possible. Or maybe he'd told on her to a professor or her father, and they were coming to scold her for it. Reluctantly, Zelda turned her head.

Maybe she'd prefer the sight of her father right now, rather than a windswept and hesitant Link.

"Hi," he said. It was a wonder she could hear his whisper over the wind.

"Hi," she replied.

"Can I... Um. Do you want company?" he asked, one of his hands gesturing awkwardly to the space beside her. Zelda shrugged her shoulders halfheartedly. When he didn't move, looking like he was still unsure of himself, she said.

"Sure."

The air between them felt horribly wrong. He sat down, leaving a decent gap of space between them, and she tightened her hold on her legs. For a moment, neither said anything. She watched him trace mindless patterns in the dust with his finger.

"I'm sorry I didn't win," he said while. He was avoiding her gaze.

"It's okay," she told him--and that was when he whipped his head to face her.

"It is not," argued Link. "I promised you that I was going to win and then I didn't."

"Things happen." Promises got broken, but Zelda didn't want to be mad at him. She wanted to have her best friend again, so they could march around Skyloft and soar through the skies. "Groose needed it for his ego."

Link's nose wrinkled and he replied, "What for? It's already as big as his hair."

She would've giggled if she hadn't felt so sad.

"I'm sorry for saying you didn't try," she said. "I was just upset and-"

"No, you were right, Zelda. I should've practiced more. I didn’t take it seriously before today and I’m really sorry I let you down.”

“I wanted it to be you so badly,” she admitted quietly, leaning her head against her knees again. “Did I put too much pressure on you…?”

“What? No. Gods no, you didn’t-! Zel, the only thing you did was believe in me.”

Zelda gazed at him, at the look in his eyes, and offered a hand. There was no hesitation this time when he took it, making a tiny smile curve on her lips.

“I’ll always believe in you. Even next year, when you’re flying for some other Goddess.”

Link made a face. It was half a wince, half disgust.

“I’d rather never be a knight at all than be knighted by someone else.” 

It was a stupid thought on his part, but it made her heart swell no less. An idea brewed in the depths of her mind; she’d already disrespected the ceremony once, what harm would a second time be? She scrambled unsteadily to her feet, dragging a confused Link with her in the process, and both of her hands grasped wildly for his.

“What if we did it anyway?” she suggested, her grip tight. “What if… What if we redid the ceremony, right now?”

“But I didn’t win?” he replied, brows furrowed. Zelda shook her head.

“Does it matter? I don’t— None of this is real, right? I don’t have the power to knight anyone. So what if I just…did it? With you this time?”

He looked at her as if she’d suggested throwing Mia off of Skyloft, but both events would have no real repercussions. Link thought, and thought, and to her utter delight, he nodded.

“I owe it to you,” he decided. “For sticking you up here with Groose.”

And it felt so much better, so much more natural to see him kneeling before her, his head bowed and hand in hers. Like he belonged there, looking every bit like the hero she knew he could be. It felt so good to remove the sailcloth she’d refused to give Groose from around her shoulders so she could hand it to Link instead. Something in them had healed, soothed by the ridiculous giggles of a secret ceremony, and when he stood up to meet her, she had the wild thought to kiss him. 

Instead, Link offered her his hand and gave her a smile that could melt ice.

“Will my Goddess bless me with a race through the skies?” he asked and her face burned.

“You’re on,” she declared, and without warning, she leapt from the Goddess statue.

[clareguilty]

Arthur Morgan/fem!Reader, A/B/O Smut

Happy belated birthday to @peachofwork <3 ily bb! And y'all should all go check out her fics!

I'm replaying RDR2 which means we are back in Colter once more. Please let me know what you think! <3

Arthur Morgan/f!reader | a/b/o and the inherent dubcon therein Rating: Explicit, believe me Word Count: ~3000

Davey was dying. 

Mac and Sean were gone and Jenny was dead and the job had gone wrong and now the gang was on the run.

You hadn’t thought much of it when Dutch started leading everyone North, but now the wagon was rolling through snow drifts taller than you and the wind was biting and bitter even beneath your heavy shawl. The caravan was chaos around you, shouting and crying, the crunch of snow and the creak of the wagons. You were curled into the corner of one of the wagon beds, trying to keep your teeth from chattering out of your skull. Your skin was hot against the freezing air, sweat turning to frost and breath like hot steam in the dark.

Distant shouts carried over the deafening wind, and a few moments later you heard the excited chatter of the girls crowded around the lantern. The men had found a place to stay.

The wind and ice were enough to mask your scent for now, but you knew you would have to find somewhere isolated to ride out the rest of your heat.

It was quite possibly the worst timing you had ever experienced. You had felt the beginnings of the fever just as the men rode out for the job in Blackwater, and by the time they thundered back into camp and ordered everyone to pack up you were weak and hardly able to walk.

The blizzard had been a blessing and a curse. The cold kept your fever at bay mostly and the wind did a good job of hiding your heat from the others, but you would have a hard time surviving the next few days without shelter and a way to keep warm.

You knew it was ridiculous, but you wanted Arthur. Of all the alphas in the gang, he was the only one you trusted to take care of you. He had always been there for you no matter what, teaching you how to shoot, taking you out on rides, looking after you whenever you went into town.

He wasn’t your alpha, but you wanted him to be. You weren’t even sure he saw anything in you. Still, you hated that you hadn’t even seen him since he and Hosea rode out for that job. And now he was out there in the snow, protecting the gang as he always had.

Everyone else filed into the desolate, abandoned mining town. Dutch was shouting orders above the wind, and you stayed curled in the bed of the wagon. You would only be more trouble right now, with Davey dead and everyone trying to get warm and Dutch and Arthur riding out again.

You pulled as many furs and blankets and tarps over yourself as you could find, curling in as small as possible and hiding in the shadows of the wagon as everyone moved around you. It was so hectic nobody had even noticed your absence.

Things fell quiet and then loud once more as Arthur, Dutch, and Micah returned. There were many overlapping voices that you couldn’t make out until you heard your own name.

Tilly. She had noticed you were missing and was begging the others to help look for you.

You barely had the strength to crawl out from beneath your makeshift shelter, but you forced your way into the dark and cold to at least reassure the gang that you were alright.

The snow tripped you on your first step, and you fell face first into the ice. Tilly was shouting for you, and you tried to return her call. It wasn’t very far, you just needed to make it to the orange glow of the lanterns.

“I’m here!” you yelled. 

“That sounds like her.” Arthur’s voice. “I think she’s over by the wagons. I can try and catch her scent.”

You heard the crunch of his boots in the snow and your skin began to burn again at the realization that Arthur, an alpha, was going to find you like this. Weak and in heat, crawling through the snow.

“Woah!” One of his boots sank into the snow inches from your face. “Nearly stepped on you.” He crouched in the snow to try and help you up. “What are you doing out here like this?”

His question was answered the moment he pulled you to your feet. He wrinkled his nose and frowned as your scent reached him. “Oh, you poor thing.” He tried to keep as much distance as possible between you as he pulled you back through the snow, but you dug your fingers in his snow covered coat.

“Please,” you mumbled, not sure what you were even asking for.

He seemed to take pity on you, pulling you into his chest beneath his coat and brushing the snow out of your hair. His scent was strong beneath the wool, and you couldn’t help but breathe it in. Every inhale both soothed you and stoked the fire that was burning beneath your skin. “I know, Arthur said. “We’ll get you put up somewhere safe.”

You weren’t sure where that could be in a town that looked to have four buildings left standing, but you trusted him.

You heard Tilly’s relieved gasp when she caught sight of you buried in Arthur’s coat. He explained the situation to her and sent her off to find Miss Grimshaw. Arthur never pushed you away, so you continued to sap his warmth and surround yourself in his scent.

The problem came when Miss Grimshaw said that they had nowhere to keep you. Nowhere that would be both safe and warm enough to get you through your heat. There were too many alphas in the gang that couldn’t be trusted.

“She could take my room,” Arthur offered. “Hosea and I could keep an eye out for her at least.”

No one had any objections, especially not you when Arthur leaned in close to ask you if you would trust him enough to do that.

He held you protectively against him until you were safe inside the room Grimshaw had assigned him. Some of his belongings had already been unpacked, and you longed to surround yourself in his scent.

“You’re too damn cold to be anywhere without a fire.” Arthur watched you fight your chattering teeth as you curled up on the rickety bed.

Despite your shivering, you didn’t feel cold in the slightest. Your pulse was racing, and you felt too warm in your coat and shawl. He rushed forward as you began undoing the fastens on your coat, grabbing your wrists and holding them still. “Woah there,” he chuckled. “I can’t imagine what’s happening to you right now, but that don’t seem like a good idea to me.”

“Please,” you whined. “Need you so bad.”

Arthur’s jaw tensed. He had shown an amazing amount of restraint even this far, trying to keep his distance no matter how enticing you smelled. You knew you were testing his resolve like this, and you desperately wanted to see it break.

You leaned into him, breathing in his scent and dragging your nose and mouth across the thin fabric of his shirt. His scent made your vision go white and you whined involuntarily. “Need to be bred,” you babbled. “Need to be knotted. Want you so bad.”

Arthur choked off a groan. “I can’t do that, sweetheart. You’re not in the right mind to be making decisions like this. The last thing I’d want is to hurt you.”

“It’s okay if it hurts,” you murmured. “Just wanna be full.”

Arthur threw you off of him and onto the bed, but the display of strength only worsened the ache between your thighs. You were now free to shrug out of your coat, fumbling with the buttons of your blouse. He looked tortured, clearly trying to maintain control even as you begged for his knot.

He didn’t move, and your desire turned to frustration that an alpha was right there ignoring your scent and your begging.

Barely dressed, you pushed to your feet on wobbly knees. “Someone else will do it,” you huffed, words practically slurred from the combination of hypothermia and heat.

Before you could even take a step, you were pinned face down on the bed, Arthur’s full weight on top of you as he growled. “Like hell they will.”

It was exactly what you wanted. Arthur yanked your chemise off your shoulders so he could nose along your neck and collarbone. “Why do you smell so damn good? Irresistible.”

You couldn’t move, completely at his mercy as he ground his hips against your ass. There were too many clothes between you for the friction to mean anything, and Arthur immediately began undressing you.

“Can smell how wet you are,” he said. “How much you need my knot.”

“Please,” you begged. 

“Don’t worry,” he dragged his teeth across your skin and you moaned. “I’m going to fill you up good.”

He kept you trapped beneath him, possessive after your threat of finding another alpha. You didn’t mind at all. The closeness and the weight and the scent of him appeased your heat in a way that only an alpha could. The ache subsided, but the desperation only grew. 

One of his hands slipped between where your bodies were pressed together, shoving between your thighs so he could drench his fingers in the wetness pooling there. You moaned as the rough callouses brushed your already aching and sensitive clit.

“That’s right.” His beard tickled the skin of your neck and you squirmed beneath him. “I’ve got you.”

He stroked you with thick fingers but never pressed inside where you truly needed him. He knew he was teasing you, working you up and sending you deeper and deeper into the throes of your heat. You couldn’t even find the words you needed to beg, just whining and grinding back against his hand.

When he finally did slip two fingers inside of you, you nearly came from the stretch alone. He pinned your hips in place with his other hand and stayed perfectly still until you came down from the rush. You would have whined in protest if it weren’t for his teeth lightly scraping just over your collarbone, forcing you into submission beneath him.

“I only want you to come on my cock,” he warned you. You knew your body would obey.

Still, it was torment. He worked you open on two fingers, and then three. You knew you would be able to take his cock, but you weren’t sure about his knot.

The scrape of denim as he finally freed his cock from his trousers had you clenching around his thick knuckles, and he chuckled at the sensation. “You’re going to feel so good around my knot. So tight.”

It was the only thing you could think about, and you were pliant and easy as he lifted your hips up to get your knees under you. The sight must have done something for him, because he groaned low in his throat and ran his palms over your ass and thighs almost reverently.

A few more seconds of anticipation before Arthur’s cock was resting against your ass. He ran his length against the slick that was dripping down your thighs, stroking himself to make sure he wouldn’t hurt you before finally pressing the head of his cock into you.

This time you truly couldn’t help yourself. You came with a shuddering gasp and rocked your hips back to take more of his length. His hands found you waist, and he began fucking you slow and deep through your orgasm. You couldn’t help but whimper every time the swell of his knot threatened to slip inside. The stretch was painful, but you wanted to be filled more than anything else in that moment.

Arthur, with his unshakeable control, was able to fight his every instinct that was begging to knot you right then and there. He loved the way you moaned at every thrust, his cock somehow hitting the perfect spot each time. You were so far into your heat that the bliss had just rolled into one long ecstasy, and he wanted to draw it out as long as possible for you. You came again and again on his cock, dripping with arousal and tightening around him as the most beautiful sounds tumbled past your lips.

Not to mention you felt absolutely perfect on his cock, and he was savoring every second. He had been achingly hard since the moment he first smelled you but had never dreamed that he would be able to have you like this. God, he should have known your heat was coming on before he and Hosea left for that job in Blackwater. You had looked beautiful in the dawn, flushed from fever and breath fogging in the morning air. Arthur had watched you cradle your cup of coffee as you breathed in the scent of the prairie. He had followed suit only to catch a trace of your scent on the wind. It had made his stomach flip.

And now he was buried inside you, pulling you deeper onto his cock with every thrust and trying his best to stave off the tightening at the bottom of his stomach. He wasn’t sure if you could come again just like this, but he wanted to try.

You fisted your fingers into the cold blanket beneath you and let your eyes flutter shut. You never wanted it to end. You wanted him to hurry up and knot you. Surely he could only last so long like this?

He wasn’t able to pull another orgasm from you before his instincts won over and he pulled your hips to his. You cried out as his knot stretched you open even more around him, shaking as he ground his hips against you until he was fully seated inside. He was deeper than before, and you were so full and fucked that you couldn’t help but come again around his knot.

That was all it took to send Arthur over the edge as well, and he rocked against you as his cock twitched and pulsed. Your knees gave out, and he sank back on top of you, pinning you back against the bed and breeding you full as you lay panting and delirious from the rush.

Arthur first rolled you onto your side. One of his arms wrapped around your middle, and he ran his hand over your stomach where he was locked inside of you. You appreciated the way he nosed along your neck and shoulder, marking you with his scent and breathing in your own. 

Just as his knot started to go down, he rolled onto his back so you were laying on his chest. He raised his knees until your thighs fell to either side and rocked up into you with more strength than you were prepared for. It was too much to handle, oversensitive after coming on his cock so many times already, but he didn’t seem to care at all. In fact, your pitiful whimpers only seemed to spur him on and he kissed and sucked at your neck as he let his instincts take over, driving him into you again and again as his seed spilled out across his thighs. What finally managed to send you over the edge one last time was his lips locked onto the junction of your neck and shoulder. He didn’t bite down -- wouldn’t do that without asking you -- instead he sucked the skin between his teeth, sure to leave dark, splotchy marks that would let everyone know an alpha had taken you.

You shook in his arms, hips twitching of their own accord and every muscle in your body seeming to tense at random. The rotting wood and dark shadows of the rundown room had faded away to a blinding white. You had never experienced pleasure like this.

Arthur couldn’t knot you again so soon, but you felt his cock grow harder as he spilled inside you once more.

Reason finally seemed to catch up with him, and he collapsed back onto the bed panting hard against your skin.

It was quiet for several long minutes as he gathered you up into his arms and pulled you into his chest. Both of you were overheated despite the blizzard, and the chill couldn’t reach you in the haze of your heat. The cold must have finally gotten to him at some point, because he tucked you under his coat and stood to find a flannel to wash up the mess you both had made.

“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to wash your smell out of my clothes now,” he said. You hummed happily. You had done a good job of claiming your alpha then.

You protested when Arthur shook you gently, trying to get you to sit up and drink some water. He wound up grabbing your jaw between his finger and thumb and squeezing gently until your lips parted. You smacked your lips at first before winding your fingers in his hair and washing the water down with an open mouthed kiss.

Arthur chuckled when you finally let him pull away. He wrapped his coat around your shoulders -- seeming mighty pleased at the sight of you wearing his clothes -- and grabbed as many blankets as he could find to drape over you.

“We can probably get a few hours rest before another wave hits you.” He brushed your hair behind your ear. “I know you weren’t in any right mind -- still aren’t.” He sighed. “I just hope that you don’t regret this too much when you come out the other side. I know I already do.”

You pouted, blinking up at him with watery eyes. “You regret me?” was the only thought running through your head.

“No!” A large palm cupped your cheek, thumb brushing over your quivering bottom lip. “I just wish we’d had the chance to talk things out before letting me… you know. I would have liked it to be your decision.”

“It was my decision,” you said, extremely sure of yourself while you were still drunk on endorphins and the feeling of his cock inside you.

Arthur sighed, running a hand through his hair.

You took the chance to lean up and press a smattering of light kisses to the column of his throat. He smelled so good, so safe. “You’re the only one I trust,” you whispered.

[newtonsheffield]

Molly it is absolutely vital that we get a part four for the au of an au . Although ACUPOP has to be my favorite fanfiction of yours I really wanted an earlier understanding so Anthony would not have to miss so many years of Edmund's life . So please give us a part 4 or a more detailed oneshot if you are willing, I believe most of us you want that 🙏💗

if you're inspired i'd love more of that AU where Anthony went to America for Kate and Edmund way earlier

I just read the part 3 of the au of an au and oh my lord I need a part 4 please . It is also interesting to think that pretty much like canon, the bee is the champion who brings them back together ❤

Molly we absolutely need the part 4 of the au of an au Kate and Anthony finally figuring out the truth and bb Edmund spending time with them 💗💗

Okay, We're gonna do this one more time! But also Anthony is going around blowing kisses at beehives in the park near their apartment like Thank you, Bees of New York!

Kate stared back at him, shifting uncomfortably, and the look in her eye nearly broke his heart. There was something wary about them, as though she desperately wanted to believe what he was saying but couldn't make herself, something the looked as though it was about to lash out like a caged animal.

Mary cleared her throat, "Neddy, why don't you and me and Auntie Eddie go and get some ice cream? Mummy and Daddy need to talk."

Edmund pouted up at his grandmother, "But my Daddy's here, and I've never seen him, and he might not be here when we get back."

Anthony's chest was cracked open, bleeding all over the floor of this tiny studio apartment. He cleared his throat, "Edmund, I'll still be here. I promise."

He saw Kate tighten at the words, And he knew how it must seem to her. He'd made her so many promises in those months they'd been together.

I'm gonna get you a dog, I promise.

We're gonna be so happy, I promise

I'm going to love you forever, I promise.

The last one at least, he hadn't broken.

Edmund sighed, taking Edwina's hand, "Can I have two scoops?"

"How about you have one scoop and some of mine?" She was tugging him out the door after Mary even as he sighed.

"You always get a flavour I don't like though! You never get Mint choc!"

The door closed behind them, and for the first time in three years, Anthony was alone with his wife and he didn't know what to do.

"So I found out some crazy news today." He tried for a joke, to lighten the mood. "Turns out my wife had a baby a few years back."

It didn't work, her entire body stiffened. "I don't think you get to call someone your wife when you ask them to leave you, and send someone to kick them out of your house."

He could nearly taste it, the bitterness hanging in the air between them, and it should have hurt more, but for some reason, now that he knew she'd never wanted to go, it didn't.

Anthony clicked his tongue, "See that's what your Mum said, and I found that pretty interesting, because that day I came home to a letter telling me you'd left me because you didn't want to be tied down by my family and responsibilities., asking me not to come looking for you, to let you go."

Kate's mouth fell open, her eyes wide, he'd heard the breath leave her body. "I never wrote that, that's not what happened. Alistair came and told me you'd meant for me to go, and I felt so stupid, because I thought you'd meant your house when you told me to go home. And he said you'd said to say that you never loved me and you were embarrassed to be trapped with me. That it had just been for fun."

It burned against his chest, tears in her eyes as he stepped forward, his heart shattering into tiny little pieces when she stepped back, and he couldn't hold it in.

"Kate, I never ever wanted you to go. I love you." He'd waited so long to say it again, his hands clenched into fists at his side.

Her eyes wide, "I loved you as well."

No, it didn't end like this, it couldn't, and there couldn't be any misunderstandings, "No, Kate, not past tense. I love you, I've been in love with you from the very first time I saw you. I've loved you every day since then And we have the most beautiful son together, Kate, and I know you still love me too, because this can't be one sided. And I don't fucking care that I should have come looking for you, or you should have told me about Edmund, or that we never should have argued that day, I just want my family back. So if you still love me too, come home. Or I'll leave everything behind and come here, I don't care, I just want you."

His shoulders were heaving, a little breathless, Kate's eyes burning into his, her arms crossed against her chest, but still she didn't say anything, just stared at him, with tears running down her face, silent. Devastated. And Anthony's heart sank.

"Right, I understand, i feel really fucking stupid, but I promised Edmund I'd be-"

"It's not past tense for me either." He'd hardly heard it but suddenly she'd closed the space between them, her hands tugging him against her chest by the edges of his waistcoat, her lips claiming his desperately, and finally, he was home.

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Edmund bounded back into the apartment a short while later, when they'd slinked out of her bed, gotten dressed again, Anthony groaning as he slid into his suit.

"I need to buy some more clothes."

"Did you come here with nothing packed?" Her brow had furrowed in confusion.

Anthony laughed, "Babe, I left work in the middle of the day, as soon as Mary told me about Edmund, all I had was my wallet, went home to pick up my passport and fucking went."

"Well, I wasn't going anywhere."

"Well I'd waited too long already." Their lips met again, lazily moving together, his heart pounding in his chest.

"Daddy! You're still here!" Edmund bounced across the room breaking them apart, not noticing the rumpled bedsheets or the bruise slowly forming on his mother's neck though Anthony could tell Mary and Edwina definitely hadn't missed them from their matching smirks.

"I said I would be, right sprout?" He'd knelt in front of his son, letting Edmund's sticky hands rest on his shirt, and god he was so beautiful, he'd never stop staring at him.

"I had ice cream. Two scoops." He grinned up at his mother delightedly.

Kate rolled her eyes, "Well, Grandma Mary loves to spoil you, doesn't she?"

Mary didn't look a bit abashed, and honestly, Anthony couldn't blame her, tomorrow he was going to get Edmund whatever he wanted.

"Is Daddy staying with us?" Edmund's hand was wrapped around Anthony's tie now, staring up at him with huge brown eyes, desperate for approval, for love. Anthony wrapped his arms around him tightly, feeling his tiny heart beating in his chest.

Kate cleared her throat, "No, sweetheart."

Anthony's heart sank, he'd thought that she'd-

"We're going to live with Daddy, and you can see grandma Mary and aunty Eddie all the time, and your Daddy has a lot of Brothers and Sisters and you have a Granny Violet as well."

And finally, Anthony's life was complete as his tiny son said, "Okay."

[cinnamonest]

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here's the fanart

poor little Albedo ahh 💔

Okay but what if creator! reader still said no when he asks her again. Even laughs at him bitterly and tells him that was always pathetic of him and she hates being copied

sounds like someones in need of a little lecturing to me

NOOOO ANGEL she's so mean to him?? He's just a small bb there... how can she be so cruel... and god you KNOW he'd remember that. It's just one of many moments he plays over and over in his head, thinks about how unfair it was, how he never did anything to deserve her being so cold to him... but nonetheless continues to tie his hair up every day the same way she did, always replaying that in his head.

I like to think shortly after the Events™ of the fic she stays bitter for a little while. Probably the first month or so she's just... getting used to it. Still reeling a bit in disbelief and lashing out, unable to accept fate... so she's extra mean. Meanwhile poor boy is just happy to have her, trying to get her accustomed to her new life and trying to keep calm and be nice to her. First it's hunger strikes, silent treatment, refusal to touch all the books and other idle-task things he went to the effort of getting for her... And being mean whenever he asks a question. Sigh. Making it difficult. He's careful not to snap... that would just make her scared, and while she should have a healthy degree of that respectful sort of fear, he doesn't want her cowering away every time he comes close, and snapping will just make her more defensive.

Nonetheless, her cold and mean attitude towards him in that stage is unacceptable, he can't just let it go unpunished. Punishments just need to be firm and authoritative, expressing anger while keeping his cool rather than just snapping and snarling the whole time. But to be honest, something about the way he goes about it is even more humiliating, talking to you in a flat voice about how you deserve this and it's for your own good, talking down to you.

What makes it better is that you KNOW creator darling would be so so so angry over and humiliated by punishments. Definitely fights it and tries to... Well she can't run, but tries to scoot back and away or hide if she knows she fucked something up and he's about to come in looking for her. Snarling and profanity and narrowed eyes, glaring and spitting don't you dare-- but it quickly cuts off into squealing and begging, apologies and little cute sniffles.

Anyway there's just something so hot about the humiliation of a power role reversal, getting punished, fucked, spanked etc by the boy that used to be beneath you <3