#but yeah me no likey the twist

[speedane]

Seeing a handful of people saying "I'd rather have Q than Evil Gaius sorry for shitting on MS1" in various platforms like Q is the only problem in MS1 lol

MS2 though is better than MS1 but the twist needs to be set up better. I would've accepted Gaius being evil if his motive is more aligned to his character although the writers are gonna deal with "then the EU/SD conflict is bullshit now that we know Gaius and Hyde are in cahoots with each other" now... but that's just my two cents

[ghoulish-fiction]

Here's a WIP exploring the idea I had the other day about ghouls being born from the merging of a human and demon and how they can freely shift through a spectrum of froms. I'm a little stuck now as I think up Swiss's form. If you have ideas please send them my way.

Mountain/Swiss, Swiss Alps, WIP, mature

"Mounty? Where are you?" Swiss called out as be worked his way deeper and deeper into the woods, "Its been three days. Are you done being feral yet? I miss you."

Swiss listened closely, his, currently, pointed ears twisting this way and that. After hearing no sort of response he sighed deeply.

"You know, Mounty," Swiss said under his breath, if you don't come home I'm going to have to join you out here. I miss you too much."

"Prooomissse-ah?" 

Swiss whipped around to face a terrifying creature leering down from the trees. Its body dark browns and blacks and covered with patches of moss, vines, and flowers. Its long maw hung open, showing many white, razor sharp teeth. It's limbs were much too long for its already enormous body and they bent on unatural ways. They clung to the tops of trees which somehow managed to hold its weight. Its four eyes glowed as they stared down at Swiss, its face inching closer and closer as it climbed down from the trees and extended its long neck towards him. Swiss grinned, showing off his own sharp fangs, and reached out towards the beast. 

The beast made a sound that was most likey a purr despite it sounding so guteral. It knocked its great curled horns against Swisses and allowed Swiss to hug its head. 

"There you are Mounty! I've missed you, my giant forest cryptid." 

"I... said... prooomissse?" The voice came from Mountain, but his mouth simply continued to hang open, unmoving. 

"I didn't think you'd hear me, but yeah Ill go feral with you. But only for a day or two. We got things to do at home, you know."

"No." Mountain growled. 

"How long do you want to stay?"

"Till the end of days." He said in a deep, almost seductive voice.

"Okay," Swiss laughed, "You've convinced me. Papa's gonna be mad though."

"Dont... care." 

"You'll care when he's out here disturbing the peace."

Mountain only whined and began biting and yanking at Swiss's clothes. 

"Okay, okay! I think you just want me naked."

Mountain purred.

"Fucking pervert." Swiss teased as he nearly folded his clothes. 

"Did you bring a bag this time?"

A massive claw reached into the greenery that grew on Mountain's body to produce a messenger bag. It hung from that claw like a doll's bag hanging from a child's finger. A now naked Swiss took the bag so he could shove his clothing in along side Mountain's. As he did so Mountain nudged his great head against Swiss once more. His lolling tonge licking up his back.

"Hold on! Wait till I've changed. You're a pervert and you're impatient." 

Mountain whined again as he took the bag back and stashed it on his, so to say, person once more. 

"Okay big boy. Give me some space." Swiss instructed. He shook out his limbs and rolled his shoulders back. Mountain retreated back to the tops of the massive trees. 

With a growl that started low but grew deafening, Swiss began to transform.

[k-slla]

Dreams do come true

A/n: Thank you @cevansbaby-dove for this request! I had fun writing this. Hope you'll like it too @jackles010378!

Even though it's my second time writing smut, I'm quite proud of this, but all kinds of feedback is appreciated!

Dream/thoughts in Italic

Warnings: SMUT, 18+ONLY, language, oral (m&f receiving), fingering

Dividers by @cafekitsune ❤️

My Masterlist

This was the photo I used for inspiration.🔻

His rough hands were caressing my thighs, squeezing them moving upwards closer to my aching core, where I needed him the most. He slid a finger into me and I couldn't help but bite down my moans as his tongue started circling my clit. "Fuck, yess!" I whimpered and arched my back off the seat to try to get him somehow even closer to me. I was squirming under him.

"Oh, Dean, that is so good." I felt his mouth leave my body and disappointment took it's place for a second. "You like that, huh? Want more?" His green eyes pierced mine waitingly. "Yes, please, Dean, I need more." He added a finger and curled them up at my sweet spot, making me shudder in pleasure.

"Y/N, you good back there?" Dean's voice woke me up. "Sounded like you had a pleasant dream there." He chuckled. Oh, dear, he must've heard everything. "I have to admit, I even debated whether to wake you or not." He threw me a knowing look in the rearview mirror. Clearly there was no point of denying it. "Hah, you're funny." I said sarcastically.

Few minutes of silence passed between us and my mind kept going back to my dream again and again. His hands traveling up my body, fingers filling me sweetly. I was missing his touch even though it was just a dream. I shuffled restlessly in my seat. It's been way too long since I last had anyone else but myself relieving my needs.

"Everything alright, Y/N?" He asked. "No, can you stop the car please?" He pulled over to the side of the road. Better just to seize the day right? Or night, in my case. I sat up, so I could see him in the mirror.

"Can I ask you something?" I looked straight into his eyes. "Sure, anything." His tone remained casual but I noticed his knuckles were white from gripping the wheel.

"And you have to be honest, you know?" He nodded. "Did you like what you heard earlier?" His jaw tightened at my question, which I considered as a yes. "Kinky." I smirked. "Care to join me here?" I raised an eyebrow and pulled aside on the seat.

I could really see I caught him off guard.

"Well, don't get shy on me now, Dean. We can have some fun." That was apparently all he needed to get out and climb to the backseat with me.

I pushed him into the seat to straddle him as soon as he closed the door.

"Aren't you eager? Straight to business. Me likey." He laughed. "Shut up and kiss me." I commanded and I didn't have to say that twice. Our lips locked in heated kiss as his hand slowly moved under my shirt to cup my breast.

I started to rock myself lazily back and forth on his lap. Feeling him already hard between my legs, I moaned loudly as I broke the kiss. "Wait, wait, wait. Dean, are you really sure you want this? I don't want to-" He stroked his thumb across my lips, shutting me up. "Shhh, Y/N. I've wanted for this for a long time. Very long time. Stop overthinking."

He whispered and kissed me again slightly pulling my hair. My hands moved blindly downwards so I could remove his pants that were already in the way for me. I pulled them down and moved on to the seat next to him. Freeing him from his boxers, I couldn't help to hold back a gasp. "Oh, wow, your BDE is definitely justified." I closed my hand around his cock and started to move it with slow motions twisting my hand along it. "Oh shit, you're so good." He mumbled quietly, as If only to himself.

"Wait, what the hell is BDE?" He added after short pause. "Big Dick Energy." I tried to suppress a laugh. He didn't seem to be happy hearing that. "That's funny to you, huh?"

"Oh, yeah." I smiled cheekily as I lowered myself towards his lap. In one swift motion I took him all in my mouth. His hips jerked up and hand tugged on my hair in response. "Oh, fuck, you continue to surprise me." I released him from my mouth with a loud pop and gave him a long lick from the base up, circling my tongue around the tip while my hand was busy massaging his balls. His head fell back in pleasure.

I then started to pick up the pace, taking him in faster and deeper with each move. Dean's grunts got louder and grip tightened in my hair. "Not gonna last long, if you keep it up like that." He said.

I took a quick breath. "Good." I slowed myself down and moaned to add vibrations."You're so fucking gorgeous, Y/N." His breathing got shallower and I could feel him not keeping up longer. With a few quick moves I pushed him completely over the edge. I swallowed every last bit of him and licked him clean after, letting him calm himself.

He took some deep breaths and moved on the seat so he could pull me into laying position. After helping me out of my clothes he finally asked."So, Y/N, want to tell me about that dream of yours?"

"Mmm, we were in similar position. You were kneeling in front of me. Your hands moved up my thighs-" I couldn't finish my sentence when I suddenly felt his fingers on my clit.

"Oh, yeah, you were doing that and - " I looked down and saw his green eyes intently on me. "Did I also do that?" He asked and slipped a finger in me. He started moving it painfully slowly and my mind got foggy and hands digged into the seat next to me. "Shit, Dean, feels so good." I moaned out loud when he added one more and fingered me faster. "Look at me. I want you to see how I'm going to eat you 'til you cum all over me." I couldn't even think clearly when I felt him add his tongue to the action. I threw my head back in ecstasy and buried my fingers in his hair. "I- I'm close, Dean." His teeth grazed my throbbing bud and he whispered. "Well, don't hold back." He sucked me hard and I felt like falling into a abyss of pleasure as the wave of my orgasm totally overcame me.

I took a minute to catch my breath. "Oh, wow! That was -" I sighed happily. "I know, it really was." Dean answered as came up to give me some sweet kisses. After getting dressed I joined him on the front seat.

We were driving back to the Bunker when I got an crazy, stupid idea. Dare I even offer it to him? I took one if his hands into mine and started playing with his fingers. "Dean. I got an idea." I said suggestively. "What's that?"

"I mean, I- I'd like to do this again. Sometimes." I started. "We could both benefit from it, you know? I know you don't do relationships and neither do I but it could be a no strings attached kind of agreement." He cut in. "Relax, Y/N. What are you offering exactly?" He smirked. "Oh, you know exactly what I'm offering, you dork! Want me to spell it out to you?" I laughed. "Would you like to try to make this friends with benefits kind of deal? Relationship? Whatever. I mean, under no circumstances I want to lose our friendship over this so if this doesn't work, I'd rather break it off." I looked at him waitingly.

"No feelings? Just sex?" He asked.

"No feelings, but you have to swear that you won't fall for me you know." I smiled, knowing already where this was leading. "Smart ass." He smiled smugly. "We could definitely try that thing. Would be definitely easier than picking up some girls at bar." He agreed and I knew we made a good decision.

[dearabby1990]

Chapter 30: To The Hideout

You’re extremely excited to see Eddie & the boys play tonight. His van packed completely with band equipment he asked Robin to ride you over & he'd be the one taking you home beings you both live together now. He left 2 hours ahead of time for a small rehearsal at Gareth’s & to head to the hideout to set up for tonight’s show. You’ve spent the past hour getting ready not wanting to stick out like a sore thumb you go for a more darker approach tonight even your underwear match your outfit tonight something you pray Eddie appreciates. The new black lace bra & pantie set you got at the mall pulling out your cut off shorts with fishnet stockings with a Megadeath T shirt you turned into a crop top a nice black Smokey eye with smudged liner & the most purist of red lipsticks you would’ve swore the devil himself used his blood to color this lipstick 💄 decidedly grabbing your new boots combat boots with a heel & laced them up spraying a bit of perfume on yourself as you hear the doorbell ringing nonstop. That’s definitely Robin you whip open the door overly excited she looks pumped too she’s wearing black pants with suspenders & a the cure t shirt with a pair of converse “Holy shit jame you look… you look fuckin HOT!!” You burst into a fit of giggles “Thanks Robs you look amazing too!” You notice her cheeks go red you pull her inside “come on girlfriend let’s take a shot before we leave” she looks at you wide eyed “wow someone’s in a wonderfully refreshing mood I likey” you laugh pouring 2 shots of whipped cream flavored vodka “here this is from Philadelphia my grandfather has been making this stuff since my dad was a kid Jacquin’s it’s a liquor factory my grandfather and grandmother both work there they’re like the senior versions of Lavern & Shirley ahahaha” robin slams her shot down “wow that’s…. That’s good! He made that?! Does he make anything else?!” “Oh hell yeah robs every Christmas we all get a box sent to us with a variety of bottles this year I’ll let you take first pick out of it I’ve tried everything so now it’s you guys turn don’t tell Eddie I cracked this he saw it & has been bothering me about it but I was saving it for my best friend” you wink at her & she smiles “I would’ve never thought I’d have a female platonic best friend but I’m so glad you moved here & I’m so grateful for you and..” you cut her rambling “Robs… I love you too & I'm glad you’re my friend let’s take one more of these & hit the road & go have a fuckin blast!” She woots three times raising her hands up in the air she’s always been a good hype man for everyone in your group. Rides with Robin are always a blast blasting Lita Ford through the stereo system scream singing the lyrics singing into the water bottle you hold in your hands pretending it’s a microphone taking turns sharing the mic with Robin 🎼”I went to a part last Saturday night I didn’t get laid I got in a fight uh huhhhhh it ain’t no big thing… Late for work but the traffic was bad had to borrow ten bucks from my old man uh huhhh it ain’t no big thing….”🎼 both of you thrashing your heads as the song quickens 🎼”But i know what I like… I know I like dancing with you…. & you know what you like I know you like dancing with me ohh yeah!!… kiss me once… kiss me twice… come on pretty baby kiss me deadly!!!!!!”🎼 pulling into the parking lot you see Steve Jeff & Gareth smoking a cigarette you Robin kills the engine to your car & you both hop out as gareth runs to engulf you in a hug “you look awesome!” You lean back to check out his getup “no Emerson you look awesome check you out if Eddie didn’t already have my heart you’d be in trouble” you wink at him “oh before I forget a gift you beam digging in the glove compartment pulling out a joint twisting it in his face “all the way from the east coast it’s chronic it’s called Black widow” his eyes sparkle with excitement “go grab Ed’s & I’ll fire it up” he nods & scurries off to grab his best friend when Eddie comes practically tripping over himself at gareth dragging him outside catches sight of you & his breath hitches.

[lunathequeerscientist]

when you get this ask you have to answer with 5 of ur fav songs and then send this ask to 10 of ur favourite followers :) (no pressure <3)

Ooooooooooh YES an opportunity to open THE ABSOLUTE FLOODGATES of my music preferences! Hmmmmhmhmm heheheheee *rubs hands together maliciously

Okay, so:

1.

AAEERREEEEREEEEEREEE YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I LOVE SHELTER (by Porter Robinson & Madeon)

(I’m so sorry I don’t know who this picture’s original artist is, I just found it on google, who ever it was, you are AMAZING ✨)

THE MUSIC VIDEO is just BY GOSH SO GOOD! It’s literally better than most movies I’ve watched. The story, the art, the colours… and the story! DID I MENTION THE STORY!!! AEIIIAJDJFNSNJ okay I won’t spoil it but I’ll have to literally bite my nails clean off gooo shoooo before I explodeeeee… oh… Oh… HERE IT COMES TAKE COV-

2.

Anyways, moving on

My next favourite… ooooh see this ones interesting because there are a bunch of songs here, it’s kind of like, you know when you have multiple favourites and you can’t really choose except I already have a favourite but that’s only because that favourite is relatively more favourite than my other favourites thanks to it’s possession of a feature or features that favourites it out of my other favourites… ish? Yeah? Yeah… ? *hopeful stare

Oki let me try again: i likey many song :D

This spot gets awarded tooooo.... a nightcore remix of Wake me up when September ends, uploaded by Syrex (unfortunately I cant seem to find the original video I usually listen to, the cover art on this is sliiiiightly too graphic for my liking (dw its not explicit or anything) but the original was perfect!)

This was one of my first nightcore songs, and something about it just felt so… magical 🌈 and 🌟mystical🌟… like a sort of window into another dimension? I still come back to it as my comfort song, kind of like a sonical blorbo…. A blorbo song? A slorbo? Yeeeaaah!

In a similar position but possibly not to the same extent are other nightcore remix songs like Drivers License (also uploaded by Syrex) and Fly me to the moon(also Syrex) and some others

3.

Now I do indeed enjoy a spot of classical music (mainly rather popular songs though) and what else do I say than frikin Tchaikovsky’s Piano Concerto No. 1.

Oh ajsjdbdk do I love Tchaikovsky! “Canons are not instruments!” Tchaikovsky: *slow evil grin* “Your gonna love this” *starts 1812 Overture -need I say more

✨Tchaikovsky brain rot Tchaikovsky brain rot Tchaikovsky brain rot Tchaikovsky brain rot Tchaikovsky brain rot Tchaikovsky brain rot Tchaikov✨

Okay I lied actually I do enjoy more than a spot of it, I listen to it classical music sometimes obsessively, all the way from grand masterpieces while looking through my homework as a cunning super villain surveys their chaos to frilly piano pieces. Oooh speaking of, Un Sospiro by Franz Liszt, that is by far one of my favourite piano pieces… maybe close to Piano Conerto no 1 in terms of favouriteness? Maybeeee?

4.

I do also love some pop and dancey and songs. I think One Last Time by Ariana Grande definitely sticks on this list and is one of my all time favourites. The music video is amazing too! There also others like Solo Dance by Martin Jensen, Style by Taylor Swift (oooh another of my favourite artists btw) Don’t lose my number by Phil Collins and Heaven (DJ Sammy and Yanou)

5.

I (mostly) love my YouTube recommendations, and most of the time its cute (and very VERY impressive) animatics galore, and some of the music I’ve heard on them just sticks with me and lives rent free in my head. The one on this list has to be Sincerely, Me (from this animatic). Now I don’t know much about the song out of the context of this animatic, however rumour has it that it is rather twisted (again, I have actually no idea where it’s from, I never followed it up) but it’s so insanely catchy I find myself head-playing it on repeat and listen to it to scratch that very specific itch… the animation is absolutely 🌟amazing🌟 too in that video, and I keep coming back! Also I’d like to show you Think U Know by Ikson, found in this animatic by none other than cudlil :P I love her channel, and all the music she uses!

So there you go! Now I know it may seem a bit like a genre rank, but I assure you it’s not. It’s not, it’s not not ntotntotntotn noooooo

It’s just that I sort of categorise songs by the way they make me feel, and most of the time the ones listed from 2-5 can be interchanged (meaning I like them all equally)

Oooh oooh! And ofcourse, Thank you so much for the ask! 🌈🌟

[fushiguroshotwife]

i'm good! anything you recommend to me to watch/read??

Idkk ur taste in stuff but I'ma say my all time fave books that made me cry, simp, and go insane about so here

The shatter me series

It's such a Good book omg but I'm not finished yet (only downed two books) and it got me crying like the baby I am - it has a love triangle(sum ppl no likey) - it has a hot dudes (Aaron warner, Kenji) - it has ALOT of uh fighting and guns?? - kissing scenes oml - like what? I love it so much it leaves me wanting so much more - I love this book and tots recommend<3

One Piece — spy x family

Idk if you like anime but here I go - spy x family : It was so good like the scenes were pretty and sometimes it does keep the plot so so so adorable!! It's about a little girl who can read minds and her name's Anya forger and a spy and an assassin who adopt her for a mission <3 I loved it so much ! — One Piece : about a boy named Luffy tryna be pirate king (I suck at explaining without spoiler me sry) and oh my goodness I loved this one so much it brings me to tears and to joy and to hornyness and back. It's my fave thing to watch on periods too.

Heavens official blessing

Please do watch this it's SO ADORABLE AND SO AMAZING I LOVED IT EVEN BEFORE I WATCHED IT AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA,

And yeah that's just some of my faves (sry if you already watched/read sum)

Extra things ! :

if you liked books Abt Royalty and fantasy then probs these : The Cruel Prince, The Selection, Six of Crows, A court of thorns and roses, Throne of glass.

If you liked books Abt mafia-ish stuff then : twisted bonds.

If you liked fantasy romance: once upon a broken heart

if you liked hot stalkers and dark romance then: Cat and Mouse Duet/Haunting Adeline

And yeah there's the books and shows/anime I loved <3

Hope you have fun bubs! 💜💜

[mavsstar]

Unmatched Pitch (1)- Bucky Barnes

part 2 part 3 part 4

summary: Moxie was the name of your band, became one of the biggest all girl bands. Distortion was the name of Bucky's band. When your boss brings you to meet them, Bucky leaves a sour impression on you. What's going to happen when you have to work together?

pairings: 90s!Rockstar!Bucky x 90s!Rockstar!reader

warnings: drinking, cursing

w.c: 1.4k

2 years ago

“Think about it,” Mr. Leroy leaned forward, “fame, money, groupies,” he wiggled his eyebrows.

You shake your head chuckling, “I don’t want groupies.”

“Fine then no groupies,” he smirks. He pulls out the contract from his suitcase and sets it right in front of you. “Let me make you a rockstar.”

Present day

“Morning sunshine!” An awfully cheery voice yells as they open the blinds, the sunlight hitting directly in your face causing you to groan. You turn around burying your face into the bed. You let out a muffled yell, “Get out!”

A pair of hands grab your ankles and yank you out of your bed. You land on the floor with a yelp as your bassist, Wanda, stands with her chest puffed out and her hands on his hips. She takes a deep breath and lets out a moan of satisfaction, “It’s such a beautiful day.”

“Its-” You prop yourself up on your elbows, twisting your neck just far enough to look at the clock placed by your nightstand. “9:15 in the morning, what the hell do you want?”

“Mr. Leroy wants us to meet at the studio in an hour, said something about a collaboration,” she explains as he helps you get up from the floor.

“Collaboration? With who?” You ask.

Wanda shrugs, “Don’t know, but whoever it is can’t be bad.” Oh was she so wrong but they had yet to know it.

“And that was Bucky Barnes with that killer solo from the band Distortion, up next another song from them lo-” You turn off the radio with a huff, “God turn it off.”

“What, you don’t like them?” Wanda asks while turning on the radio again. “I personally like them.”

“It’s not that I don’t like them,” you turn off the radio, “they’re a good band but jesus I do not want to hear-” you slap her hand away from the button as she goes to turn the radio on again. “For the love of god Wanda!”

Luckily you were pulling up to the parking lot of a studio you had never seen. A record player was on the top of the building, with the needle moving up and down. It was simplistic and didn’t have much to it.

“Is this the right place?”

Wanda looks down at the piece of paper in her hands, “Stars Production,” she looks back up at the building, squinting from the sun ray. “Yep this is the place.

The both of you start to walk inside, opening the entrance.“Oh god,” You grimace, your nose scrunching up in disgust. It reeked of weed and sex making you nose sting, most likey from hours before you got there. “It fucking reeks.”

You push through and going down the hallway you hear cheers and the faint sound of drums playing. You follow the sound until you enter the studio. A group of people were watching a man furiously play the drums, his shirt was off, his tattooed body glistening with sweat.

He loses control of one of the sticks and it goes flying towards you, your fast reflexes go into play and you catch it. The whole room turns their attention to you.

“Wow Frank, didn’t know you had groupies coming,” The man bites his lip looking you up and down.

Your mouth drops in surprise, anger washing over your face. As you were about to tell him off, a blonde man speaks up, “They’re not groupies Buck.” He rubs his temples in frustration.

“I’m sorry about that, I’m Steve Rogers,” He holds his hand out for you to shake, which you gladly take.

“Y/N L/N and this is Wanda Maximoff.” You present Wanda as she waves her hand.

The drummer shakes his head no, walking towards you and taking the stick from your hand. He tosses it in the air and catches it. “Nope,” He lightly taps the stick on your nose. “Your new name is..” he starts drumming on the wall in anticipation, “Spike!”

“Spike? You questioned, clearly taken aback.

“Yeah, you got all that on,” He points to your spiked covered wrist.

You close your eyes and let out a deep sigh, “And what should I call you?” You turn around to look at Wanda. Taking a couple steps forward, “Oh I know just the thing, I’m going to call you Nipples.” You flick his nipple piercing hard. Stifled laughter was heard around the room.

He groans in pain and grabs his chest, “Hey I just got that done.”

You smirk evilly, “I know.”  You clap your hands to grab Mr. Leroy’s attention. “So Mr. Leroy, what's the news?”

“Oh right the news,” He snaps his fingers in the air. “Great news Spike,” the fake smile immediately drops from your face and you fight the urge to roll your eyes. Bucky bites his lip to hide his laugh. “Moxie and Distortion are coming together for an album!”

Little cheers are heard around the room. Mr. Leroy snaps at his assistant, he starts to pour champagne and hands them around the room. You and Wanda skip out, not wanting to drink at 10:35 am.

“Mr. Leroy, there’s a mistak-”

“Nope, No mistake,” he cuts you off. “The people love Distortion but they love Moxie more. So why not bring the best of both worlds and present them with you two.” Mr. Leroy;s phone starts to ring and he excuses himself.

Wanda turns to look at you with surprise in her eyes, “I thought we didn’t do these types of things,” she whispered in your ear.

“And we don’t,” you grit through your smile. Bucky walks up to the two of you and slings his arms around the both of you, dropping all his weight. The both of you stumble and awkwardly laugh.

“What are you guys whispering on about?”

A way to get out of this and never see you again. “Just girl talk,” Wanda answers. She takes his arm off and goes to find Mr. Leroy.

“What’s the matter Spike? You don’t look too happy ‘bout this.” He pinches your cheek.

“What makes you say that?” Sarcasm drips off your tongue. You wanted nothing more than to push his sweaty body off.

“Loosen up,” Bucky lifts his weight off of you, walking away to grab 2 glasses from a table. He hands one over to you but you shake your head,

“I’m ok, don’t feel like drinking.”

He shrugs as he downs what was supposed to be your glass and then his. He leans in close, his breath tickling your ear “Don’t worry, I know other ways to loosen you up.” Your fists ball up against your side, your nails digging into your palm.

Steve grabs his arm, pulling him away from you. “Buck that’s enough,” His voice is stern as he takes him to another part of the room, muttering words to him. You take this as a chance to go and find Wanda.

Once you find them, Wanda is impatiently waiting for him to get off the phone. “And?” You ask hopefully.

“Nothing, he isn’t budging.” She explains, uncrossing her arms. “Y/N you don’t think we’re actually going to go through with this right?”

“I wish I could say no but it doesn't look like we have much of a choice. We’re under a contract and what he says goes.” You reminded her. You renewed the contract just days before, everything with him had gone smoothly. His promise to bring you to fame was kept, he had given you everything and more. You figured nothing could go wrong.

“Mr. Leroy look, you aren't serious about this right?” You nervously chuckle.

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“It's just that-” you start to explain, “I don’t really think Barnes and I will work together.”

“Nonsense!” He chirped, placing his hand on your shoulder, guiding you back to the studio. “Listen to me girls, you are my favorite rockstars. Who else has given me 2 platinum records within 2 years?”

You and Wanda don’t give a response. “Exactly! No one has. Look after what happened, you need this. I trust that you will work just fine with Barnes.” Mr. Leroy pushes the door open and gently shoves you inside. “If you want, make it short, whatever you want. Just give me an award winning album.” He closes the door behind him, leaving you back with the group.

“And?” Bucky pulls a smug face knowing Mr.Leroy is making you work with him.

“I’ll have my assistant pick you guys up tomorrow at 4 and take you to my studio to get started. By the way if you’re not there when he goes to pick you up he will leave you.”

taglist: @phildunphyisadilf

[floydleechrp]

So, out of everyone you know at your school, rate them based on how likey you would beat them in a fight. Not only that, but whether or not you would fight them in the first place. And for extra flair, pick your battle theme for each fight :]

With 29 28 27 being "they would definitely beat me in a fight" and 1 being "I'd kick their ass in 2 seconds flat," I present to you: Floyd Leech's Official List of People He Could Beat in a Fight~ (featuring battle themes for each and every one~) 29. Sea Angel (Ortho). I am not fighting him. I'm an eel, not a monster. (He gets no battle theme because I'm NOT fighting him)

28. Seagull (Rook). Not that he'd beat me in a fight, I just wouldn't touch him with a 29 and a half foot pole (/ref). Theme song because. he's scary. leave me alone

27. Lobster (Prof Vargas). He probably could beat me in a fight, but that won't stop me, nee~ Theme song

26. Nudibranch (Malleus). I'm basing this more on physical strength than magical ability, buuut he's like, the most powerful mage at the school. I feel like we'd have a great fight~ Theme song

25. Flapjack octopus (Lilia). He's OOOLD. He's probably got a lot of experience.~ Still! I think I'd be just fine!~ Theme song

24. Sea Snake (Jamil). He seems to know what he's doing~ Still, he's made some slip-ups in his thoughts before, I'm sure I'd find a way around it~ Theme song

23. Crowley. He's gotta be strong if he's headmage right? I mean, I'd still win but gotta consider the possibility~ Theme song

22. Sea Lion (Leona). I feeeeeel like if he stopped napping 24/7, he'd make a good opponent~ Theme song

21. Jade.~ My brother and I have been fighting since we were kids! He's proven to be a perfectly fair opponent in a fight~ I'd say we're an even match~ Theme song

20. Azul~ Also a pretty fair match, I'd say, but on land? I think I beat him in physical strength, hehe~ Theme song

19. Sea Urchin (Jack). He LOOKS like a good opponent!~ Theme song

18. Crocodile (Sebek). I've seen Crocodile pick up like eight chairs at once before! That's gotta take at least a bit of strength~ Theme song

17. Sharksucker (Ruggie). He's small, he's fast, but does that mean he's strong?~ Theme song

16. Goldfish (Riddle). I knowww this is about strength, but Goldfish is way better with magic than he is brute strength, I at least know that much~ Theme song

15. Striped Beakfish (Prof Crewel). Yeah he's strict but I think I could beat him~ Theme song

14. Firefly Squid (Idia). Fire<water~ Theme song

13. Betta (Vil), what's he gonna do, throw eyeshadow at me? /j Theme song

12. Sea Turtle (Trey)~ Feel like he wouldn't be too hard to fight, but he's gotta have some spark in him, right?~ Theme song

11. Mackeral (Deuce). He's just a freshie, but he's definitely got some fight in him!~ I've seen it myself~ Theme song

10. Seahorse (Sam), he's surely got some tricks up his sleeve, but it's nothin' I can't handle!~ Theme song

9. Jellyfish (Silver)... I'm sure we'd have a fun fight if he didn't fall asleep. Theme song

8. Leaf Sheep (Spirit, @aetherphobia ), I dunno what she's capable of, but that's the fun part!~ Theme song

7. Snapper (Cater). He can multiply himself, sounds like one hell of a fight!~ (I'd still win~) Theme song

6. Crabby (Ace). I beat him in dodgeball all the time at basketball club, how hard could a normal fight be?~ Theme song

5. Clownfish (Howl, @thesunshineriptide ). I'd win, but if Clownfishie started doing another funny little dance, I might just quit from laughing too hard, nee!~ Theme song

4. Guppy (Epel). He's got some fight to him, but I'd still twist him into a pretzel without breaking a sweat~ Theme song

3. Red Squid (Prof Trein). He's an OLD MAN, I could snap him in two easy peasy!~ Theme song

2. Sea Otter (Kalim). He doesn't have an ounce of fight in him, easy win for me~ Theme song

Shrimpy!!!

What? Hey, no, that's me! Floyd why am I your number one??

Weeelll, I have fought you before!~ Your spells don't even hurt and you can barely hold your own books, nee~

Bu- Y- [Scoffs] Wow. That's SO rude of you, Unagi. /j. (you're right)

Here's your theme song, Shrimpy~

Okay, I'll accept that.

[hazbincalifornia]

Inside Out

Chapter 40: Baby decides to say hello.

Warnings: Mpreg

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The faux stars glittered above them, and Blitzo sucked in a breath and let it out.

“You need anything back, birdie? I could probably handle a handjob.”

Stolas shook his head. “Mmm, no, I was more focused on you, so I’ll be alright.” He palmed a hand between his legs as if to check before nodding to confirm it. “What about you?”

Blitzo considered for a moment, taking mental stock of himself. His head was a little buzzy, but not bad. Legs were still a bit sore but too not much worse than a kinda-bad day at work, nothing unmanageable. Stomach… “Do you have anything that could help with the itching? All the walking and then riling me up like a horse in heat-”

“Ah, say no more.” Stolas held up a finger, twisting around and rummaging in the bedside table to extract a little container of lotion. “I use this on my hands sometimes.” When he twirled the top off, Blitzo could smell cocoa, and he nodded in approval.

“Yeah, that’ll work.” He reached over for it, but Stolas clicked his tongue.

“Ah ah ah. I said today was about me taking care of you, didn’t I?”

“I don’t think you did, actually.”

“I- well, I meant it in spirit,” Stolas said with a bit of fluster, scooping up a glob of the off-white cream before reconsidering and scraping it back into the tub with his finger. “Just a moment.” He slid off the bed and tugged on a robe before hurrying out the door, leaving Blitzo alone.

Blitzo hugged his stomach to his knees. Now that the post-nut clarity was circling down, he- fuck, he wasn’t sure what he felt. The comforting warmth was still circling his heart like a hound, trying to keep out the revving bike of anxiety ready to crash through as those happy chemicals started to drain into his brain-sewer. Ugh, fuck, that was way too many mixed metaphors. He wanted to let this oozy-warm goopy feeling of schmoop be true, but couldn’t trust it, couldn’t let himself trust it.

Stolas was an overdramatic sap who didn’t know what he was saying, that was all. “Love” was something too strong for fuckbuddies, even ones you knocked up, even ones you wanted to stay knocked up so they’d pop out a cute kid.

But then why would he bother with the apartment thing? With spending so much time praising Blitzo for shit other than his cock? He’d take shallow compliments, they were as easy to swallow as bar bathroom dick after a few stiff ones, but… Blitzo swallowed thickly, tail winding around his legs.

“I hope they’ll be like you.”

“He’s an idiot,” Blitzo muttered, eyes dropping down. “You’ll be better if you’re just a mix of both of our good bits. My talent and hard work, his… I don’t know. Talent for sucking cock, maybe, that’ll get you pretty damn far. Fuck, we’ve both got that, so you’d better be good or it’d be a damn waste. You need my winning good looks, that goes without saying. His eyes, those look pretty cool and keep anybody from knowing where you’re looking so you can just stare at people’s junk if you’re sneaky about it. The way he smiles, if you’ve got a beak. His little laugh. My perfect sense of humor. His-” Blitzo cut himself off when Stolas returned, carrying a wet washcloth.

“I figured wiping down a bit might be pertinent if we were going to use lotion.”

Blitzo flipped a thumb up. “Ah, right. Good call, daddy likey.”

Stolas settled on the bed, pressing the warm cloth to Blitzo’s skin and slowly, methodically rubbing circles over it. The grime of the day soaked up into it, and Stolas moved up his chest and over his arms before pressing it between his legs to soak up the cum that still clung to his thighs.

“Sheesh, I’m not one of your fifty-bajillion dollar statues, you know.”

“I know,” Stolas said, a slight bemused smile quirking up his beak. “You treated me well whenever I needed aftercare, I’m just returning the favor.”

“I’ll have to keep it up then, this isn’t half-bad.” The care Stolas took in cleaning him off… he couldn’t help but remember the shower from- fuck, had it just been a week or two ago? It felt like an eternity. This time, though, Stolas made no move to get him aroused again, finishing with his thighs and balling up the cloth before setting it aside and patting his own gray one. “May I?”

It took a moment to realize that Stolas meant sitting on his lap. Blitz groaned a little.

“Really not selling me on the idea you aren’t using me as a replacement for the baby already.”

“You deserve a bit of pampering now and then. I won’t do anything untoward, Goetia’s honor, this is simply so it won’t be at a strange angle.” He held up his hand, and Blitzo sighed, relaxing against him as he grabbed the lotion. Two black fingers dipped into it, swiping a generous portion over Blitzo’s middle before they circled outwards, sinking into the skin. Between the washcloth clearing out the sweat and the lotion, the itching dissolved, and Blitzo found himself relaxing into the touch with a yawn.

“You can go to sleep if you’d like, I can get you into some of the pajamas we just got,” Stolas said.

“Nah, I’m good,” Blitzo said, even as another traitorous yawn slipped out of his mouth. It was quiet as his eyes fluttered shut, and Stolas hummed a little as he worked for the next few minutes. His skin was probably gonna start sprouting daisies or some shit, considering this was Stolas’s stuff, but it did smell nice…

Blitzo’s breathing had slowed and his eyes had drifted shut when Stolas’s fingers stalled for a moment, spreading out on his stomach and voice a low enough whisper that he was almost certain Stolas thought him asleep.

“Hello there, little one. I know things have been a bit bumpy, but I promise you, it will work out. I love you and your father dearly, and I want you to have the best life that you can. I already know you’re going to be incredible, and I can’t wait to see you. I’ve already missed too much, but I’m going to be here now.”

“Sap,” Blitzo muttered, making Stolas jolt.

“Oh! I didn’t realize you were-“

“Yeah, I’m still awake.” He yawned. “Not for much longer though, I’m beat.” He set his hand over Stolas’s, fingers slipping between the owl’s to rest on his newly-lotioned skin. “Hey, kid. Both your daddies want you to be okay, alright? Any kid of ours is gonna be a hoot, pun very much intended, just don’t tear me up on your way out.”

Stolas rested his chin between Blitzo’s horns as they both felt a nudge outwards. “Kid of ours, hmm?” he echoed with a teasing lilt, and Blitzo swatted at his side with his tail.

“It’s what they are, aren’t they? Even if somebody else is gonna take ‘em, they’re still part you and part me.”

“Yes, I just like hearing it. Our child.” He tugged Blitzo a little closer. “Ours.”

“Ours,” Blitzo repeated, feeling his heart skip a beat as the wording really sunk in before he reached over to the bags for some pajamas. He needed to go the fuck to sleep.

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Blitzo woke up in Stolas’s arms, swaying gently back and forth as they strode through the hallway.

It wasn’t necessarily a bad place to wake up, but it certainly wasn’t where he’d been when he fell asleep- or at least, he hadn’t been moving. He’d had a blowjob, gotten cleaned up, and then passed out in the bed, sure, but that was in the bed. He hadn’t felt quite so scooped out then either, as if someone had taken a giant melon-baller to his organs and sucked out all the energy in his bones. Tired, sure, but not this. At least he was still in pajamas and not traipsing around naked, freezing his nipples off. A strange, fireside warmth simmered under his skin, with heated cotton stuffed behind his eyes that made his thoughts come thick and slow.

He was also pretty sure that half his face had been slammed up against something, not to mention the end of his tail was wet and had sharp scrapes on it, and a groan vibrated out of his chest at the tangled mix of everything. How could he feel exhausted, content, and beaten up at the same time? That usually involved a lot more drugs than he’d had in ages.

“Mmph… the fuck…?”

“Are you alright, darling?” Stolas shifted him slightly in his arms. “Let’s get you back to bed.”

Blitzo scrubbed at his eyes, grimacing at the soreness- yep, something had definitely smacked him in the face, since the left one was tender in a way that indicated a burgeoning black eye. Fan-fucking-tastic. “Back to…what, did somebody try and steal me like the creepo Sleeping Beauty prince, or was I sleepwalking or something?”

“Or something,” Stolas said, striding down the hallway with purpose. Blitzo’s eyes fluttered as he clung to the soft feathers on Stolas’s chest, exhaustion dragging him closer to sleep but confusion and curiosity (and his aching face) edging him on the line so he couldn’t quite tip back over into unconsciousness yet.

“It feels like somebody tranqed me, then slung me over their shoulder like a bag of concrete and I hit every corner in the whole damn place. Did I piss myself and you had to dunk me in the bath or whatever?” He wasn’t outright wet but he was sweaty again, with a sticky sheen that made his clothes cling to his body, especially his belly. Thank fuck they’d gotten some pajamas at least, the soft cloth helped a hell of a lot.

Somehow, the ache and his sticky body weren’t nearly as uncomfortable as they should have been with the cozy certainty of safety that was settled in his bones, and that in itself almost put him on edge more than anything else. He didn’t think Stolas would do anything in his sleep, but… he hadn’t felt this truly safe in decades. It had his tail curling around Stolas’s arm, feeling it move back and forth with every step.

“The child…” Stolas had to take a moment to gather his thoughts, and from this angle, Blitzo could see how his beak hooked ever-so-slightly. Perfect for tearing open flesh. His, maybe. (Man, he was tired) “They were able to… briefly control your body.”

A record scratched in his head, and Blitzo’s claws dug into Stolas’s flesh.“Wait, they what?” The walls swirled around him, eyes darting this way and that as his throat tightened. What the fuck? They could do that? Had it been happening before? Had he lost time? What if it had happened on a job? Could that kinda shit rupture your heart?

“I didn’t realize…” Stolas nudged open the door to his bedroom with an elbow, setting Blitzo down on the mattress, but Blitzo immediately tried to spring back up- and unfortunately, a combination of fatigue and imbalance from the massive baby gut had him nearly topple right back over, with Stolas fumbling to catch him as he hit the pillows before he shoved himself back up into a sitting position. “Careful!”

“You didn’t realize what? Baby fuckin’ possessed me?”

“Only briefly!” Stolas waved his hands, but Blitzo’s heart was slamming in his chest, bloodshot eyes wide. “They didn’t do any harm!”

“How do you know that? Fuck, I- I-”

“Does it hurt anywhere?” Stolas brushed a hand over Blitzo’s forehead, and Blitzo’s hands curled into fists as he tried to think.

“Gave me a whopper of a black eye, that’s for damn sure.”

Stolas’s fingers gently traced over his left eye before lingering on the soft flesh just below it, a glow briefly flashing before the pain dissipated. “Mmm, yes, it looks like it. Does it feel like there’s any… internal damage? That’s what you really would have to worry about.”

Blitzo set a hand on his chest, sucking in a breath and forcing himself to hold it as his heart stopped rattling off like a semi-automatic. His stomach was gurgly and his heart was still slowing, but otherwise, he felt… normal. A bit warm, but normal.

“I… guess not?” His tail curled around his middle, and he squeezed at the end of it as if wringing his hands. “Kinda warm, like somebody shoved me in the microwave for a minute, but I don’t think my lungs are about to pop like birthday balloons or anything.”

“Good, good.” Stolas’s hand drifted down to rest its fingertips on Blitzo’s stomach. “They must have been excited to see the world, that’s all.”

A shudder still ran up Blitzo’s spine. “What did they even do?”

“Wander around the hallway, mostly.” Stolas clicked his tongue. “I realized you weren’t in bed, and at first I assumed you were merely using the toilet, but something felt amiss. There was strange magic in the air. I followed it to see… you.” His beak slid up slightly before raising one of Blitzo’s hands, and only then did Blitzo realize there were tiny bits of wallpaper under the claws. “You were dragging your hand along the walls, and your head was sort of…hanging, like a doll. They hit your head when they didn’t turn fast enough by a statue a moment after I spotted you, that was when I scooped you up. Your eyes were black, and you were glowing slightly.”

“And that was it?” Blitzo raised an eyebrow. Stolas nodded.

“That was it.” He paused. “Well… They did…” He gestured to Blitzo’s tail, and Blitzo’s hand loosened around it, holding it up to his eyes before grimacing.

“Are those teeth marks?”

“I couldn’t tug it out of their mouth fast enough.”

“You’re fucking kidding.”

“I’m not.” Stolas’s half-grin continued for a moment before softening. “I could also feel the waves of overflow magic. I’m assuming you’re tired?”

“I feel like I could pass out for a week, yeah.”

“Mmm, that’s them drawing from your energy. You should be alright with a bit more rest, and I’ll be sure to have a good breakfast ready.” He pecked a kiss on Blitzo’s forehead, and it was like a shock spiraling down from where his beak touched. Stolas pulled back, concerned when a twitch ran through Blitzo’s body. “Are you- did they hurt you?”

Blitzo’s hand rested on his chest again before dropping to his stomach. That comfortable, cottony feeling hadn’t gone away yet, and as his panic dissolved, it expanded like foam, cozy conviction that fluttered in his brain while he traced a finger over a lazy press outwards.

His hand fell flat, and a nervous laugh bubbled from his chest as delight echoed in his blood. He could feel an echo of his own movement, curled up and curious as they prodded back out with their baby hand. They were safe. They were happy. They were tired. But when he draped his tail over his stomach, pure bubbly love of the kind he hadn’t felt since he was a kid curled around his brain like marshmallow fluff, sinking in and soothing away the self-doubt for just a moment.

They were excited enough to see the world that they were still spilling all over, but the flood of joy at simply living, at being himself, was overwhelming. (Had he ever really, truly loved himself this much?)

“Are you alright?” Stolas asked again, and Blitzo realized that there were tears sliding down his cheeks.

"I- you know what?" He wiped his eyes and looked at the droplets before a slow, twitchy smile spread across his face. "I think somehow I am, actually."

[hyrule-kingdom-updates]

Astor nodded. He and paced the hall and muttered under his breath.

“I see...I never meddled in the realm of technology...but to think that Sheikah Technology could hold such a secret.” He tapped his chin, staring at the astrolabe on the other side of the dungeon bars. “I suppose it makes sense. The advanced accomplishments and feats that such technology is capable of...it’s only naturally that it is powered by unconventional means.”

Siv spun the Sheikah Core on his index finger like it was a ball. “Yeeeep. I’m guessing that’s what allowed the super old dudes to beat the Calamity all those years ago.” He shook his head. “So, yeah. Dick Lord Ganon is gonna use that to turn the Guardians and Divine Beasts against us. And even if the science peeps keep researching into them...well.” He looked up at Astor. “Obviously, they would never figure out this crucial little detail even after a hundred years of science-ing. So this is our little secret, capiche?”

Astor nodded again. If what Asivus was saying was true (And it was) then Hyrule were truly doomed. The Calamity would exploit this secret, and use it to flip the entire war on its head. This is what Ganon would use to turn the Divine Beasts against them.

If any of the researchers found out about this aspect of Ancient Technology, and adapted to it, then Ganon would lose his biggest advantage...and it might be possible to...

The seer quickly shook away the thought. No, even if they knew, the world would be helpless all the same when the Princess fails to awaken their powers. In fact, it would probably be more brutal if Ganon’s forces were reliant completely on the bludgeoning and stabbing that came with monsters. Machines would have avoidable patterns in a post-apocalyptic world, but monsters of malice would be exceptionally harder.

So yes...We keep this info from everyone. Especially Robbie and Purah and...

“How sure are you that no one else could figure this out?” Astor asked.

“Decently sure. I mean, it’d be pretty hard to guess such a crazy thing.” Asivus shrugged.

“Are you positive? Because I know my—” He stopped in his tracks, suddenly stumbling on his words. “I—in reference to random researchers—other non-specified—she’s not—Look. There are very talented and intelligent researchers across the kingdom, surely someone—”

“Did you say it yourself? Everyone’s way to arrogant around here!” Siv threw his hands in the air, exasperated. “No one’s gonna look for faults in their perfect little war machines! They shoot lasers, and don’t talk back. It’s a general’s wet dream. Even if someone figured out this secret, no one here would listen to them.” He waved his hand in a circle and gestured towards his half brother. “Case in point: You.”

Astor folded his arms and sighed. “Alright, fine. So that’s how the Calamity will turn the Guardians and Beasts against us. But what’s the actual execution of it all? The plan? What’s your play in this? How did the Guardians in the yard get corrupted?”

Siv was silent; thinking. He seemed to be endlessly swimming through thoughts and words and memories. The man fiddled with the discs surrounding the astrolabe, eyes drooping in misery. Interesting.

“I was supposed to make them. That’s what he wanted,” Asivus finally said. “Beast of water, lightning, air, and fire. Or, demons? Blights or something. Creatures that were to take on the Divine Beasts.They’re built slightly different than Guardians, so he needed a little something special to deal with ‘em.” He blew hair off his forehead with a huff. “It all sorta just came into my head in the minutes before I fucked up those Guardians, so the details come and go, but that’s the gist. I make the Blights, Ganon does his thing, then I wait at the Sanctum to achieve true happiness or whatever he was bullshitting.”

“But you failed.” Astor interjected. “You failed to make the blights, and thus today’s calamity failed. At least, in this timeline.” Siv opened his mouth to object, but he continued to think outloud. “The Guardians were a fluke, then. You were not capable of creating Blights, but wielded enough malice to corrupt a Guardian. Although that brings into question how you control malice to begin with...and why you were chosen specifically for the task...”

Asivus was silent again, spinning the astrolabe on the floor. Astor observed him for a moment.

“Is he speaking to you? At the moment?” The seer asked. “Every time you fall silent is when you start looking down at that device. That thing I can correctly assume is the instigator of all this, given that you look at it every time I ask about the recent Guardians you ruined.”

Asivus narrowed his eyes at him, annoyed at being so readable.

“Ganon isn’t in your head, as you said you were overcome with this information in the minutes you truly held that astrolabe and walked by the Guardians.” He thought back. “Earlier before the incident you said you had a dream, and then you found the astrolabe? You leave it on your desk as a paper weight, before developing the decent moral to drop off a potential lost item to the Sheikah. But then you were holding the astrolabe in proximity to the Guardians, and subsequently are suddenly given the revelation to the Calamity’s plan...”

He locked eyes with him. “Combine that with the truth about all Sheikah Technology itself...and the fact that your eyes only change when that core is in your possession...”

Astor walked closer and gripped one of the bars, calmly. “That astrolabe is the link between you and the Calamity. It speaking to you through it. It’s lending you the power to control malice. It’s a manifested vessel of Ganon’s ill intent for this world...perhaps made of whatever malice plagues yourself. Perhaps he chose you for the job because you’re brimming with his favourite substance.”

Assivus started at the seer, and blinked once. Astor took that as confirmation, but asked anyways: “Am I wrong?”

Siv bit his tongue for a moment, before sighing in defeat. “You’ve got Ligero’s mannerisms down to the T. The perceptiveness nearly makes me wish I had actually paid attention to his parenting attempts.”

Something twisted inside Astor at that comment, and his voice grew a dangerous edge. “I’m nothing like him.”

“It’s alright, don’t take it personally. I just have a love-hate relationship with smart people.”

“Tsk.” The prophet stared down the corridor in thought. “Don’t we all.”

“But you’re wrong about one thing.” Siv added, and he looked up at Astor with a new seriousness. “I didn’t ‘fail’ to make the blights.”

He raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, I didn’t fail to make the blights, I didn’t want to.” Asivus raised his voice, and rolled the astrolabe to the other side of the cell. “You can’t fail something you never really attempted in the first place.” He winked. “I mean, that’s been my philosophy on life for the last 15 years, heh.”

Astor blinked in surprise. “But...why? The world is doomed, and you were handed a position of life and power on a silver tray. Chosen above anyone else.  Why wouldn’t—?”

“I didn’t do it because I’m not like you, pissface!” Siv snapped. “I jump outta my socks to make a selfish decision. I don’t just run away from any inconvenience in my life.”

Astor nearly laughed. “Oh? And what exactly is it that you do, then? You’re really going to preach to me, Mr. Assivus Asunder?”

“YEAH! That name is exactly why I decided this!” He waved his arms in the air, and gestured to himself as he slumped against the wall. “Taking action and fighting for anything, regardless of what, sucks ass. Initiating change? Bad. Acting on what you care about? No likey.” Siv pounded his chest proudly. “The ideal ending for Asivus Ex-Hartell is to just chill out, and wait for the end. Drink in hand!”

He raised his empty flask, but nonetheless pretended to drink.

Astor frowned, but let the distant drip of leaking water echo in the corridor.

He watched Siv for a few more minutes, silently tapping his fingers on his elbow.

“You still care about your brother.”

It was a good think his flask was empty, as otherwise he would have spit out his drink. Siv angrily sputtered. “The fuck does that have to do with anything—?!”

“Why are you just relaxing in there after all this time?  You think you deserve this? Don’t want to be a burden for others?” Astor looked him up and down.

“Listen, you little shit. I know at this point it shouldn’t be a surprise that my family is made up of asshole, but—”

“You know when I first saw you around the castle, I did recognize you. The eyes, you see. But of course, I didn’t see the need to trouble you with my story, but I did watch you.” The prophet sneered. “Dear Asivus Hartell, sneaking into town to share a peach cobbler with his niece. Assivus Asunder, teaching his nephew to shield surf, and trying to encourage him down a more righteous path than his own. The Royal Orator Siv, who thanks his little brother for taking care of him by spending four hours making perfect hand drawn rat doodle cards.” Astor leaned down with a smirk. “You’re not the only one who paid attention to the captain’s birthday presents.”

“Alright get to the point, fuckface.” He waved the prophet off. “What? I screw around with my dumb family. What’s it gotta do with anything?”

“It means that for all your talk of laying down and dying and giving up, your action seems to indicate that you don’t actually believe that.” He jabbed a finger at Siv through the bars. “Or at least you don’t fully. Maybe you don’t want to. So don’t go blathering about your sorry life, only to try and insult me in the next minute. This isn’t about your apathy. You’re just scrambling at this low bar Ganon gives you as you drool the rare opportunity to unequivocally be an undeniably good person. You just want to tell yourself you’re a hero.”

Quiet.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

“OK.” Asivus curled his lip. “I didn’t want to join Ganon, because I’m still stupidly trying to not be an asshole. I’m too much of a wuss to commit to the dickhead role I was probably meant to fulfill. I’m pathetically trying to keep control over my image—is THAT what you want to hear, magic man? Congratu-fucking-lations. You turned the tables, you can see how pathetic I am and can feel better about yourself. How do ya feel?” The astrolabe had rolled by Asivus’ lap, and gold speckled in his eyes.

Astor sighed and answered honestly. “...Well. I’m envious, truth be told.” Siv blinked, but let him continue. “I haven’t bothered trying to be a hero my whole life, much less have such a driven (and these days useless) hunger to be ‘good.’” The seer shook his head, staring down the hall again. “I’m envious, but I do think you’re a fool. I’d take the opportunity to wield the future in a heartbeat, no matter the consequences.”

“You don’t know what you’re saying.” Siv chuckled. “This malice stuff is fucked up.”

“Only because you don’t understand it.” Astor replied, offended. “I’ve studies it for years, and it’s often misunderstood. There’s a beauty and usefulness to it, even detached from the Calamity. You’re just not intelligent enough to get it, I understand. ‘Love-hate relationship,’ like you said.” He snorted.

“Are you sick?! This Ancient Core thing made me walk through so many shitty memories and thoughts...I wouldn’t walk through that again to end OR save the world.”

“Again. All due to your plight of ignorance. It’s not your fault.”

Asivus rolled his eyes. “You know what? Why don’t you explain it me then?! If you’re so excited about it? Talk aaall about how I’m not fit to properly wield this and how pathetic I am?”

Siv dangled the astrolabe in the air between his fingers.

“Go on! Explain how great this malice is, and maybe then if you’re so eager I’ll just leave the thing in your care!”

[vaguely-concerned]

The Mandalorian Chapter 11 reactions; the ‘the sea is a harsh mistress’ edition

- on first watch this wasn’t really one of my favorite episodes. I think it’s something to do with... one of the many things I love about the mandalorian is how it made the star wars universe feel HUGE. big and surprising and unknowable, there could be fucking anything out there man we don’t know. so having first bo katan show up and then ahsoka being set up right after (quite aside from who’s rumoured to play her, which is an entirely different can of wormy beans) in additon to opening the season on tatooine... eh. I’m not that into it, it feels like shrinking the world. we haven’t even gotten to see any other type of force user yet. it is only early/mid season tho so they’re probably going to pull some unexpected twists on us 

my opinion might change with rewatches too, that happens quite a bit with this show!

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🎶I’VE COME TO TALK WITH YOU AGAIN🎶

honestly I had kind of a hard day yesterday and watched this the next morning and kept pointing tiredly to the crest like ‘it me tho’ 

- I was unreasonably happy about seeing the calamari flan again hahaha he’s been keeping that shit in his pockets for a season and a half now (didn’t he pay with some at one other point too?)! also the sound effects for them are SO EXCELLENT, I keep thinking about how well this show does texture which is wild considering how it’s filmed 

- the warm pat din gave frog lady’s arm when he thanked her and said goodbye 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I love the small ways he’s thawing 

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my heart ached so much for him at this point, he just looks so small and tense and lost, like a kid who’s lost his parents in a supermarket

(he keeps his hand on the blaster the whole time too so he knows this is a bad scene but now they’re right out in the middle of the ocean already soooo) 

- din’s very very very dry sense of humour is so blessed. ‘a bowl of chowder for my friend’ faklhfsadkjlfhsadkjhfsd

the baby’s look when he poked the squid thing with his knife too -- yodito’s like ‘dad is a wizard??’ haha. some good baby & dad stuff in this one 

- oh din... side quest boy, side quest booooooyyy

- the shot when bo katan helped him out of the water is perfectly mirroring the scene of bb!din being pulled up to safety by the mandalorian in the flashback, which seems Very Intentional

I Extremely Do Not Trust Her in the larger scale tho. I think it’s important that din knows now that he was raised in a very specific offshoot of the mandalorians ant that there’s some Stuff he hasn’t been told, but I also think it’s crucial to remember that her pov is not unbiased either and she, in fact, already has an established tendency to selectively share information with him to manipulate him into fulfilling her goals. (which he realizes because he keeps saying ‘that is not my mission, my mission is the child’ and I could not love him more). hell, I’m not sure exactly how ‘the children of the watch’ were positioned within death watch, but she was fucking death watch too for the longest time! and she hardly left for particularly noble reasons, she just didn’t like maul! she already lost mandalore like twice, do we just have to trust that third time’s the charm or what! 

she lied to him about the scope of the mission to force him into a position to do what she wanted (fully knowing he’s responsible for a child!!) and she called that ‘the way’ just as easily as the thing about not letting his bravery be forgotten! big red warning lights, NO! I think the thing is that din is having to find his own ‘way’ of being mandalorian (/how does one be a person exactly help?? relatable content, and he’ll get there in the end I’m sure he’s so good), but her way is no less fucked up to me than the children of the watch from what we’ve seen so far. she’s good at killing imperials though which is of course a mark in her favour

(considering that the episode gives her the epithet ‘the heiress’... yeah that’s probably a hint that she’s loyal first and foremost to her entitlement, getting the position she considers hers by right of inheritance. guess we’ll see if the text agrees with her)  

- ‘mandalorians are stronger together’ yeah that’s probably why the cosmic balance makes sure they’re mostly engaged in being at each other’s throats lol 

- so I might be feeling kind of sketch about these guys but on the other hand... when that one lady saved the baby and then promptly took off her helmet to reveal she looks like t h i s ?

you better BELIEVE I was ready to fall down on one knee and propose right then and there holy shit

- ...wow if he didn’t have the jet pack din probably would have just sunk like a rock and drowned there huh 😨 that armour’s pretty heavy, turns out

- in happier news: din has become so good at reading what the child is expressing and responding/labeling the feeling for him! that’s so important to his development! ‘I know you’re hungry’ and both telling and showing him there’s a solution! still a bit of an issue that he thinks he can inform the baby of things like it’s a reasoned adult and have it understand, but we’re getting there we’re getting there lol

- that poor lady guiding them in for landing and sounding more and more worried fhkasjdlhfkjsdlahf (and he fucking TURNS OFF THE RADIO or whatever he’s using to talk to her through sdkfhaksdfhjs he takes a precious split second just to cut her off asfdjhaslkdfsdfhsda I love my salty dad) 

- when the fisherman asshole tells mando he knows where to find more of his people there’s the tinkling bell sound in the background music, I think it’s meant to convey almost childlike longing for belonging and connection, for finding someone who’ll know what to do? 

- when they took off their helmets and baby looked up at din like ‘???dad what the fuck? can you do that???’. (or like he just sensed his father taking a shitload of psychic damage all in one go)

- the way din didn’t start breathing again until they got the baby up from the water and he had him in his arms... the way he held him... sladfhasdklfhsjakdhfjsakldhfsakjldhfsjkadhfjaskdhfskajdhfjsdakhfslakhfskladhfsakljdhfjskadlhfkjsld

that whole scene was like a nightmare, so desperately unpleasant, in a way it mirrors the way the mandalorians have been hunted down and pummeled these last few generations, this must sort of be what it feels like to him subconsciously 

- din isn’t particularly inflexible as a person, after the initial kneejerk rejection he did listen to what they said and is carefully considering it (he did say ‘this is the way’ back at the end!)   

- the baby’s babbling when he wakes up and looks around in the beginning sounds half like ‘baba?’ and I almost had a heart attack

- loved how greasy and awful and dumb all the empire dudes were (and the comedy on board the ship too it was good for me) 

- the boob plates huh. shit they’ve shown with the armorer that they don’t have to do that in any way shape or form and they still brought the boob plates back :/ I guess it’s so they match up with the rebels/clone wars look, evoking that ~*era*~ and everything, but I don’t have to like it lol  

- I feel so validated in my theory that the razor crest is symbolic of din’s sense of self  (now with beautifully added commentary!) after this haha (and also so so scared now they might be ditching it for a new ship eventually). it’s in pieces, his world view is going to pieces and can’t be patched together the way it was before, from what he knows he’s about to deliver the baby to someone else who’ll understand/love/deserve him better (I do think that feeling is still in him) and he doesn’t even have the certainty of the code anymore to fill the void. oh buddy. 

the discomfort I felt when we got back into the cockpit -- into where it’s supposed to be familiar and safe! -- and saw all the ocean junk lying around, making it feel weird and changed and dirty (it probably smells like rotten seaweed in there now :( no likey)... I mean it was also very funny to see the pilot’s chair held together with a literal fishing net, but please favreau leave my dad’s car/ego alooooone 

- baby laughing his little bum off at din catching the small sea monster before it got him and then munching it......... the ‘there’s nothing in this world my dad can’t fix’ safe energy.......... I’m so scared we’re coming up on something din can’t fix 

- knitwear in star wars: I didn’t know I wanted it, but I am ELATED with having been given it

- moff gideon’s amazing evil voice... back in our ears, in our hearts, I gleefully hate him 

- at least din’s armour is clean again after that (awful) swim? one must appreciate some silver linings along the way I suppose

- din goes straight for the main pilot’s seat once they get the imperial out of it, so he must feel really secure that he’s probably the best man for the job; he is genuinely a good pilot! (and after this I am wondering even MORE who taught him. who raised you within the mandos din??)

- even while everything is new and scary and falling apart we can live safe in the knowledge that at least frog lady and frog husband had a good day and will have a good and happy frog life together with their frog children

couple goals tbh 

(I don’t necessarily know how it works for frog people but I uh. guess they got busy quickly huh hahaha good thing mando didn’t turn up again until later)

[wornoutmouse]

Ojiro x Black reader

Sub/Dom dynamics.

Spanking and I don't mean like "haha you have big ass me likey oogaabooga" I'm talking "count for me"

But it's still really sweet ya'know? Ojiro best boi

I've tried so many times but "dick" never looks good on paper. But i want to find another word cause cock is giving me very much 🏈 fratboy🏈

"Oji~ you know that I love you?" A digitally inhanced sigh fills the room, "Yes"

It was a Saturday and you were currently waiting for your boyfriend to come home for your birthday. So what do you do to pass the time? Call him every hour of the day of course. 

"Y/N, can I please just do my job, I promise I will only focus on you when I get back." You pouted as you twirled your freshly finished twist outs, "I mean I could do that."

You could hear Ojiro hold his breath on the other side of the line, making your smirk widen, "But I won't cause I love you so much baby!" 

You knew you were wrong for doing this, you just found so much joy at his expense. From elsewhere in the house, the doorbell rang drawing your attention. "Fine, Mashiro I'm going to call you back later okay baby?" A wheeze came through the phone, "Yes babe, I love you bye!" 

You giggle at the thought of his relieved face as you tiptoe to the front door. "Is this for me?!" You sing out to no one in particular as you pick up an unmarked bag of plastic. Bringing it inside your mouth, you tear it open with your teeth, and begin to feel giddy once you see what's inside.

A while ago, you had ordered some yellow lingerie to match Oijiro's hair, and after helplessly scouring the internet, you finally found one in a good shade, nice design, and reasonable price. 

(Nah y'all know how hard it was to find a black girl in yellow lingeire? I don't understand it's not like i looked up a specific skin tone, I kept getting white people 😭 i barely found this one and what pissed me off was that i had given up and searched "black girl in white lingeire" to match Oijiro's hero costume and finally i got a cute yellow one like wtf?!)

Edit: THE DAMN LINGERIE NEVER LOADED HERE

You go to your room and try it on and after struggling with adjusting the thigh straps to your massive thighs, you were able to stand in front of your full length mirror to take pictures. "Oo look at me!" You dance a little in front of the mirror, shaking your hips.

You stop for a moment as a devious smile comes into your face. You grab your phone and set it up to take pictures. After a mini photo shoot that distracted you for about 30 minutes, you decided to send 2 of them to your ever so loving boyfriend.

You wait a few moments and gasp as you see the word seen pop up. You do a leap around the house giggling with anxiety from his reaction. 

When you got back to your bed you huff at his lack of reply. "He couldn't even give me the tease of a text bubble?!" 

That ruined your mood as you grabbed your house coat and stomped around the house cleaning up and watching TV. You don't call him after that, "He doesn't deserve my presence." 

In reality, you were in your feelings for honestly nothing. You knew he was working but it still would have been nice to get a reaction. 

*Thump*

You jump and damn near take the entire kitchen with your a you look around the seemingly empty house, "What the hell?!"

*Thump*

The sound was coming from your balcony. You peek around the doorway and your eyes go wide. "Oijiro what are your doing here?" You move to open the glass doors but stop as you make eye contact with your man.

His beautiful face was adorned with features of a rabid animal. He pressed his phone against the glass door and you gulped as you saw your picture, full screen. "Yeah, I think I'm going to let you simmer out there for a while.

*Thump*

That was the sound of Oijiro's heavy tail hitting the ground. You knew that movement, it was similar to a bunny temper tantrum but deadlier. "Open the door y/n." 

A shiver runs throughout your body at the sound of his voice. It was deep and unwavering as he blankly stared at you through the panels. Feeling down right terrified, you turn around on your heel and go on your merry way. 'y'all hear something cause I sure don't'

Click

You stop in your tracks as you hear  movement behind you.

 'he got in didn't he'

'why did I give him the key?'

You try to inconspicuously shuffle away before a hand finds its way around your neck and the soft pad of a thumb on your tongue. "That wasn't very nice of you, to leave me out there." You giggle uncomfortably as Ojiro places gentle kisses along the expanse of your neck. 

"I just thought, you needed some fresh air." The hand tightens and you can't help but grab onto his wrist in that moment. "I don't like it when you're a smart alec Y/N." In the distance, you heard the sound of his tail thumping again, shaking nearby decorations and furniture.

Grabbing your hands, Oijiro walls you to your shared bedroom and locks the door. You sit on the bed and twiddle your fingers as Ojiro stood in front of you glaring. "Does this mean you didn't like my photo or?"

Oijiro's steely eyes meet yours and you flinch, "Oh I loved it. I loved it so much that I popped a glorious erection during a meeting in front of all my peers." Oijiro's trail thumps against the floor, making you jump. "Do you know how hard it is to hide a boner when your hero costume is a robe, princess?"

Princess, that word meant business, and business meant no sitting down properly for a week. 'this birthday gonna be lit.' is all you thought as you lazily cross your legs. "I don't know, I'd assume it would be easier than spandex?"

Ojiro smirks as he drags your body to the head of the bed, holding down your hands securely. Getting on the bed Oijiro grips your chin in his hand before kissing your mouth gently. "Happy Birthday."

He sits back and recklessly opens your robe and down right moans at the sight of you. "When did you buy this?" You look away, embarrassed, "It was for your birthday but it didn't come in time." Oijiro nodded as he pulled on a thigh strap before releasing it with a loud snap.

"You look beautiful in it." For a while, Oijiro spends his time caressing you. Starting from your breasts which he sucked on generously, and your stomach that he peppered with kisses. All while avoiding your erogenous zones and making you needier.

"Ojiro!" You moaned as he scraped his teeth below your naval. Ojiro watched you with trained eyes as his hands follow your plush thighs, squeezing them every so often.

"Sending that picture wasn't very nice of you." Ojiro mumbled as he grazed over the one place you needed him to touch. "Please, touch me." 

Oijiro props himself up pulling you with him. His hands follow your waist and stop at your butt, squeezing at the mounds as he continues to kiss your skin. "I don't think you've learned your lesson Y/n." You nodded quickly and whined, "I did learn my lesson, promise!" You try to entice him by grinding against him, but you quickly realize that was the wrong thing to do as his face grows serious.

"This is a fine example of what I mean, you're impatient." Not liking that answer, you pout and cross your arms, "This is stupid it's my birthday." Oijiro flicks your nose, "Watch your attitude. You incoherently mumble again clearly defiant. "Lay over my lap."

Minutes before you could protest, he's already tugging you, face down, over his lap and delivering a smack. "Ow!" "I want you to count for me, lose place and we start over. Don't count and I'll make this longer. Do you remember your safe word?" You nod your head slowly and jump as your ass blazes with heat from another smack "1. Thank you sir."

You hate to admit it but it had been a while since you pushed Ojiro this far punishment wise so it wasn't surprising that you were shaking by 5, crying by 7, Ojiro was hard by 9, and you were extremely wet by 12. "You're taking your punishment so we'll." You gripped the sheets tightly into your hands and crossed your legs as you revived another slap, "T-Twenty, thank you s-sir."

You expected to revive more but was pleasantly surprised when you were coaxed off of Oijiro's lap and pulled in between his legs. His face was flushed and he was breathing heavily for someone that hasn't been spanked. "Are you okay dear?" You sniff as Ojiro takes your hands and places kisses on your knuckles.

You run your legs together and look down at him with pleading eyes. "What's wrong baby? Haven't I taken care of you enough today?" Ojiro mocked, but you personally couldn't find anything funny. You drop to your knees and rub his legs before shortly trailing your fingers over his crotch.

Ojiro does nothing but watch, as you gently tug on the fabric of his hero costume. "Oji it's my birthday." Ojiro shrugged, "You're right it is your birthday. Don't you think you're old enough to make your own decisions?" You smirk at that and quickly pull his cock out of hiding.

You internally drooled at the sight of him. Oijiro's size was conservitively average with only girth going for him, but something about that turned you on more than if he was larger. He watches you, mouth parted as you give kitten licks to the tip of his cock, tasting the pre-cum that had accumulated.

Gingerly, he places his hand on the back of your head, urging you to continue. You smirk up at him and bat your eyelashes slowly as you trail your tongue from the base to the tip, where you bow your head, to swallow him whole.

"Shit." Ojiro pushes you all the way down and tosses his head back as he feels you constrict around him. You raise a hand to fondle his sensitive..balls😑. Causing him to jerk his hips making the tip hit the back of your throat.

As you busy yourself, you couldn't help but grind on his thick tail that rested below you. "S-Shit Y/N you're going to get your juices all over me!" You hum in response as you continue to buck your hips against the large mass of muscle.

Ojiro pulls your hair to stop you from sucking as he kisses your lips with a sigh. "You have to stop now or I won't last any longer." You chuckle as you stand to your full height and watch as Ojiro kisses your belly with closed eyes. "Wow, who knew a little bit of fabric would turn you into a 1 pump chump?!" 

Ojiro glares up at you as he smacks your ass, making you whine as it reignites the soreness from before. 

Pulling you onto the bed, Ojiro stands up, holding his tail to his face as he licks up your release. "You got me all messy." Pulling off the rest of his clothing, Ojiro climbs behind you, and he gently dips a finger into your warm cavern. "Are you ready?" He asks as he pushes your head down and pulls your waist closer to him.

He watches as your holes noticeably clench at his voice. "Please, Oji." 

The thickness was something you never got used to and though patient with foreplay, Ojiro always had a hard time holding back even if he puts only his tip in.  Arousal drips down your entrance slowly and he uses that to aid the rest of him inside. "So pretty for me." Ojiro takes hold of your underwear straps and uses that to push his way in.

Your mouth opens in a silent yell as you feel your insides constrict around him. "Relax baby, I can't move." You breath shakily and Ojiro gently waits for you to relax by rubbing sharp circles into your twitching clit. 

You angle your hips back and fuck yourself into his cock once you were ready. He guides you and drinks in all your whimpers as you attempt to go faster. "Does that feel good baby? Is my dick making you shake?" Your reply is a series of breathy 'yes's' as Ojiro picks up speed.

"Fuck you're so warm and soft!" Ojiro grabs your squishy hips as he pivots out of your weeping hole. You graon into the sheets as he leans over you. "You're creaming around me you know?" You bury your face in embarrassment as Ojiro intertwines his fingers with yours. 

You feel the pit in your stomach grow tighter as you get closer to your orgasm. "I'm coming, fuck I'm cumming." You were so close but Ojiro stops in his tracks and holds you down.

"Why'd you stop?" You ask turning your head around to look back at your smirking boyfriend. He raises both hands and slams them down on your thighs as he yanks your back, halfway off the bed. Your legs dangle off the side as the rest of you stays and I'm all honesty this was an awkward position due to your long legs.

Oijiro's trail thumps behind you and you can hear it hitting various objects as it swishes around the room. "Why are you so excited?" You ask trying your best to hold on to the thin trails off your orgasm as your heart rate slowed. "I'm just thinking about if you really deserve to cum."

You throw your head up immediately and stomp your fists. "It's my birthday can't you do this some other time?!" Ojiro pushes your face into the bed, knocking the wind out of you as he sets a brutal pace. "See that attitude right there is what I'm talking about." He shakes his head as he pounds your ass repeatedly.

You're quickly bright closer to your orgasm as the lack of oxygen goes to your brain. When he does let you up, you are coming with a loud groan as he pulls out, ruining your orgasm.

"Ojiro what the hell!" You yell, still twitching from the shocks. Ojiro looks at you shrugging as he jerks himself to completion. "You said make you cum." 

You groan stomping into the bathroom ignoring Oijiro's laughter from behind.

[rabentochter]

If you haven’t answered yet, 12, 13, 19, 33? 👀

12. Tell us about a WIP you’re excited about. Glorious! 👀👀 Honestly, I’m so excited for it, about it, with it. Because there’s gonna be cool plot twists and it’s going to be so chaotic, and I’m pretty sure none of you is going to see any of it coming 👀👀

13. First fandom you ever wrote for? Twilight 😌👌

19. Do you prefer canon-compliant, AUs, or something in-between? Oooh. Oh boy. All of them. Maybe in-between is my favourite? But all have good things and aaaaaaah, yeah, no, me likey 👀

33. Is there anything you wish your audience knew about your writing or writing process? I have a plan with everything I do. Sometimes a novel of a plan or two sentences. But that doesn’t matter because Tony and Loki always will end up changing those plans, and do what they want. I have nothing under control. Maybe coffee, but not them. Never them XD

[mooifyourecows]

are there any types of fics/things in fics that you dont like?

uuuuuuuhhhhhhhmmmmmm

I mean... I don’t like unresolved angst. You know... that big angst that ends sad. I need any angst i read to get better. it doesn’t have to end all sunshine and rainbows, but it at least needs to end in a hopeful way that let’s me imagine that, yeah, it may not be sunshine and rainbows right now, but it might be, someday. so you know... no major (permanent) death.

i’m also not much of a fan of mpreg. Like... A/B/O dynamics within themselves are fine, i don’t really have a lot of complaints with stories that use them, especially if the world is well built and they’re not used just to make things horny. but the whole pregnancy thing just kinda turns me off. pregnancy in general isn’t my cup of tea and so when i read about a pregnant man its just like.... too much for me

I don’t really care to read poly fics. Nothing against poly ships or anything like that, it’s just not my thing! in addition to that, i don’t typically read ships that stray outside of my faves. Yeah, yeah, i’m boring, but im just not much of a multishipper. (totally support people who are though, so do your thang, pretty babes) I like seeing fanart of different ships but reading is on a whole other level of energy and i barely have any energy at all in the first place so, ya know

hmmmmmmmm

there aren’t really any sort of tropes or stuff like that that I don’t like. I don’t typically read crossovers or fics that are based heavily off of the plot of something else like a movie/tv show/book, except in certain circumstances when they just borrow like... the universe or a specific interesting/unique plot device.

another thing that turns me off in fics is when the characters are reeeeaaally out of character. I think it’s great when people are able to take a character and put their own twist on them in the universe of their story, but i don’t like when a writer completely changes their canon personalities just to suit their AU. like where they take someone and transform them into a serious villain. Especially in the case of a manga/anime like Haikyuu, where literally nobody is a genuinely bad person. I’m all for exaggerating characters’ already existent “villainous” personality traits to make them an antagonist or anti-hero but to go so far as to make them honest to god evil people? No likey

there might be other story elements or things that aren’t my speed, but nothing too drastic

uhmmmm so yeah

i hope this answered your question?

[fridge-04]

akira opinion: kaneda calling out/questioning why the power was so destructive and voicing severe distaste for the whole 'its evolution' and 'unfathomable' bs added 10 years to my life and wasnt what i was expecting at all from him and the story in general, and it was a welcome breath of fresh air in terms of scifi that never like question shit like that. so were the kids twisting his 'all it ever brought was misery' around by claiming they just loved the ultimate friendship power it gave them

Yeah this is a good one right here me likey

[roominthecastle]

"the book of dougs” | misc. thoughts

Eleanor looking around w/ a mad happy grin on her face bc she’s happy and Michael staring at her w/ a mad happy grin on his face bc she is happy -- yeah, nice to see some things don’t change. ;)

DON’T -- yeah, some nice mirroring there, too.

TGP smells like whatever makes you the happiest, so 1) they totally withheld what it smells like to Michael and Janet & 2) Eleanor is supposed to be so in love, her self literally disintegrates if she cannot be w/ Chidi, yet TGP doesn’t smell like him to her or her to him? -- okay, I guess? their sudden epic love affair this season continues to make little sense.

Michael’s jaw clench as the picture slides off the wall behind him -- Me likey.

Michael always looking at Eleanor -- YES (esp when his “they won a contest” lie works, that silent exchange of those “see?” “whatever” looks? LOL). Seriously, every time he gets nervous or excited, he immediately looks at her in this ep and it’s a heartwarming continuity in behavior.

Eleanor, however, continues to be her worst self. She almost nuked Janet and the others, which would most certainly have left Michael completely lost and defeated and forever tortured, but not even a “my bad” or a bit of “I will try to make this less about me from now on” but a lot of “I am gonna break stuff to force my way into heaven”? I still don’t know what to do w/ that bc we are supposed to be rooting for her to get in and her behavior doesn’t exactly make me feel that way? They have managed to undo all the development she had both in s1 and s2 to the point where even early S1 Eleanor is better than current instable, self-absorbed, suddenly-needs-to-be-hand-held-24/7 Eleanor and it’s just... ugh, why show? Take me back.

Tahani is perfect w/ all her imperfections. Her refusal to let her friends down even though it clearly hurt her to back out of a relationship was amazing. She is doing things w/ the right intentions now and yeah, it kept backfiring and she kept stumbling but this is some fine character development. Seriously, she was so amazing and is def peaking as a character for me.

Also Jason feeling bad about accidentally learning about Janet’s secret and feeling confused but being open to talk to set things right -- GOOD STUFF. And all this happened in a completely non-aggressive manner w/ no demands placed on anyone to immediately commit just because? Yes, thank you. Eleanor/Chidi used to be like this, too, I still remember.

Michael being scared and giving himself a pep talk -- awwww. but also: I hope he won’t have to keep doing this “saving humanity” stuff all by himself and the actual humans will start pulling their weight. This is for them, after all, and I know they are in the afterlife, which is Michael’s territory, but it doesn’t mean they cannot brainstorm and strategize together, or just cheer each other on, like they used to in the fake neighborhood. They are supposed to be a team and I haven’t felt that team spirit for a while now.

“Every single Bad Place employee is a disgusting monster.” Michael: “Well... some of them are probably cool, handsome, man-about-town types.” -- OmgODLol, also: “handsome” is about physical attraction whereas “man-about-town” is about the aesthetic. Michael has a history of being concerned w/ the latter but now “handsome” entered the picture, too, which is an interesting little shift + he was so happy to be complimented and found attractive, I almost passed out. Yes, pamper that poor demon a little bit, he both needs and deserves it.

Janet’s behavior (embarrassment, reluctance to talk) when she learns that her feelings have been outed is also v interesting and it’s A+ material for another Janet/Michael parallel set bc Michael was like this, too, when Eleanor got to see his office meltdown. These two nonhumans prefer hiding things and it dovetails nicely w/ the observation above re: the show withholding what TGP smells like to them.

Chidi is so OOC like... please tell me this is going somewhere twist-y (like he went into the void but he did not quite come out or sth) otherwise this is officially the weakest writing this show has ever produced. “I’m not worried” and “What if we don’t worry?” and “We are in love” when like 3 days ago he was in love w/ someone else... WTF? What is this heavy-handed mess and when will they stop pushing it so it no longer warps core characterization?

“a commission investigating itself for 1000 years to make sure there is no conflict of interest” -- boy, just take us back to the Bad Place, it’s less torturous there. Also, isn’t investigating yourself a conflict of interest already? Anyway, the Good Place stinks so badly of red tape, so time to rig and blow this mother.

“Every day the world gets a little more complicated, and being a good person gets a little harder.” -- ok so I might have teared up here a bit

oh and when Michael hears about the closet sex, looks at Eleanor, then dismisses Chidi’s request to change from the mailman outfit with a pointed, very petty “no” -- CROWNING MOMENT