#dar-bit (implied)

[im-normal-about-everything]

"Love was the law and religion was taught"

Paul and Darry stopped talking for seemingly no reason. Only the two of them know why.

Dally lost it after Johnny died, he couldn't live without him.

Soda and Steve hang around the DX during their free time, their safe space, away from the gang and other people.

Two-Bit watches from afar as Darry gets close with Paul, loses him, and then isolates himself. Two-Bit knows, but he can't seem to bring it up.

Pony knows he's always been different from other greasers. He's always enjoyed the more 'feminine' activities and he's always stared at the male actors too long.

"I'm not bought"

They all fought for each other, no matter the context of their relationship.

[butterflydm]

WoT 3x06 Deep Dive (additional book spoilers)

spoilers through 3x06 of the show and A Memory of Light for the books (final book).

Everything that the show has been saying about the Dark Oaths that are sworn to the Dark One by regular people are, I'm pretty sure, a show-only situation. In the books, the Black Ajah swear oaths to the Dark One on the Oath Rod (replacing their old Oaths) and it's implied that part of the reason for that is so that they'll keep their 'ageless Aes Sedai' face. But regular old darkfriends are just stuck in it because of either their own character and choices, or good ol' sunk-cost fallacy. This change in the show does mean that it's much harder for a Darkfriend to choose to leave the Shadow, and that trapping a person into it young leaves them with few options.

It also makes it a stronger metaphor for extremist religious organizations which, since Rafe grew up in the Mormon church (as we learned on the 'making of' for s1&2 during the fan global event), I feel like was probably not a coincidence. "If you leave us, you lose your chance at eternal life" is a pretty big refrain in a lot of those high-control religions. We have three high-control groups in Wheel of Time -- darkfriends, the Whitecloaks, and the Seanchan. We've seen youth recruitment in both the darkfriends and the Whitecloaks; and the Seanchan system is embedded deeply into their culture.

The show choosing to have Elayne be the character to keep bringing the focus back to the danger that the collar poses to Rand feels like subconscious seed-planting on the part of the show. She mentions Rand to her mom ("I healed the Dragon Reborn") and now she keeps making sure that the danger to Rand is forefronted when they're talking about their mission here in Tanchico.

Tanchico also continues to feel like a mix of book!Ebou Dar and book!Tanchico, and we eat away at another Ebou Dar thing (Mat and Elayne are clearly getting along much better at the end of this episode than they were when they were trapped together on a boat during 3x05).

So, going over that list again, of the Ebou Dar things we have lost:

Renna is dead.

Seta is dead.

Suroth is dead.

Jaichaim Carridan is dead.

Aviendha and Elayne have already bonded over Aiel culture, which is their main arc together in Ebou Dar in the books.

Mat and Elayne have already bonded, with Mat realizing that actually she can be a lot of fun. Mat and Elayne having an enemies-to-friends arc was their main story in the Ebou Dar section of the plotline.

It feels like Egeanin's entrance from the books (where Elayne believes that she's being kidnapped for being the Daughter-Heir, though it's not a correct assumption in that case) was given to Thom's reintroduction here, with him stepping in to help Elayne out of a tight spot, so if they wanted to introduce Egeanin, it would need to be in a different way

Tanchico being given vibes similar to the Rahad area of Ebou Dar in the books

Now could they still do some of Ebou Dar with cutting all of this out? Yes. We still have Tylin (ugh), we could introduce Bethamin and give her all of Renna & Seta's stuff, we could do the Seanchan invasion with Tuon and Semirhage, and we could do the Bowl of the Winds. So this might be more about streamlining Ebou Dar into one or two episodes as opposed to cutting it out entirely. We will see! (if we get renewed for enough seasons)

In addition to doing some more Ebou Dar stuff, we also touch on Elayne's 'circus arc' from the books by how hard she embraces going undercover here, and we get a bit of the "gleeman's apprentice" stuff that Mat & Rand got to do with Thom in book 1, plus the idea of Thom having a female apprentice (though obviously with very different and a non-sexual context than the books had), plus the scene of Elayne singing on stage pulls at least one line from the books as well.

The show also has chosen to prioritize Min getting bonding time first with Mat, and now with Nynaeve, which I think is an indicator as to where they plan to take Min's character in the future. Bonding with Mat to improve their relationship for the Seanchan storyline at the very end. Bonding with Nynaeve improves the potential time in the future when the two of them are the ones watching Rand spiral down further into isolation and darkness, and trying to help him (basically taking what they're trying to do for Mat here, and applying it to Rand).

And so it continues to be interesting that we have not gotten any Min and Elayne bonding time. I do think that it makes sense to lean away from Min being in the polycule if they are still doing Min's Seanchan-ending from the books, because her being in the Seanchan empire while the others are all in Andor does kinda make it feel like she got the raw end of the deal after the epilogue ends (and I don't think the show will make Rand a deadbeat dad at the end, like the epilogue does - they've shown his affection for children and the desire for a simple life with his loved ones too strongly).

We might get some Min-Elayne bonding in 3x08, but it's pretty packed and I feel like we're more likely to get Min and Nynaeve helping Mat with his memories, while Elayne has a moment with Thom where she remembers him from her mother's court, so I feel like an Elayne-Thom and Mat-Min-Nynaeve split may be more likely for the events of 3x08. I think there might even be a shot of Elayne & Thom running from some trouble together in one of the trailers. Plus, we didn't get any initial reaction from Min when she was introduced to Elayne -- she basically just seemed willing to vibe along with whatever Mat's feelings about Elayne were.

We also get Min lying about one of her viewings in this scene! Very exciting for me! She never does this in the books and I kept wanting her to (especially after she hooks up with Tuon -- like, why are you so devoted to sharing every detail of every person's future with the empress of the Seanchan Empire? why don't you just LIE to her? well, this Min would just lie to Tuon and it makes me like her so much more).

So, Egwene's scene with the Wise Ones, where they call her out on lying to them: the way Egwene reacts here very much fits show!Egwene's behavior as a whole.

I saw people saying after 3x05 how good it was to see Egwene embracing Aiel culture and that is... not what I saw in her at all during 3x05, and this episode confirms that reading for me.

It's Rand who has embraced the Aiel culture much more than Egwene has. She has been interested in learning how to access her power through the Wise Ones' teaching so that she can stop what's happening to her in her dreams, so in this episode, it is Rand that we saw genuinely interacting with the concepts of ji and toh, while Egwene brushes off her lying to the Wise Ones as not important.

This does feel like a deliberate change that the show has made, but very much in line with also not having Egwene be all "the White Tower is my home" after only having been there a handful of months, the way that she is in the books. Show!Egwene considers herself loyal "to the Light" -- not to the Aes Sedai, not to the Wise Ones, not to Rand. And I do feel like that fits her overall story arc better, tbh.

It also makes sense to give the "acclimates to the Aiel culture" storyline to Rand instead of to Egwene, since it's more relevant to him and to his future. It's clear that the show is leaning more into Rand being curious and interested in his Aiel heritage, including having the walk through the columns affect him more deeply than it does in the books.

In 3x01, there were book fans who felt like the show needed to explain why Egwene didn't want to stay in the White Tower but show!Egwene never developed that fast affection & loyalty for the Tower that book!Egwene did, so no explanation was needed for me (and show-onlys were all expecting her to walk out on Siuan and were completely unsurprised by her attitude towards the Tower, from what I saw).

In retrospect, not developing Egwene and Aviendha's friendship feels like an early sign of this decision to make Egwene embracing the Wise Ones' teaching her as more of a pragmatic decision. It's Elayne and Rand, Aviendha's two future love interests, who are interested and invested in learning more about Aiel culture, while Egwene has her own separate path to focus on.

Given the limited time that the show has, it's a choice that makes sense, even if it does contribute to Egwene not having any friends in the Waste storyline (though that might have been a feature and not a bug for the plotting of the season -- much like how I feel like Mat was removed from Rand's plotline more to isolate Rand away from any of his close friends than for anything vital that Mat has needed to do in Tanchico, Egwene not being close friends with Aviendha might have been a narrative decision to help keep Egwene emotionally isolated while on this journey - now I personally think keeping Egwene so emotionally isolated hurt what the show was going for with the Randgwene break-up but... it is what it is).

And the show choosing to have the Wise Ones care more about Rand aligning with the Aiel than Egwene embracing their culture also makes sense.

(of course, they could also choose to have Egwene pivot and become "Aiel-hearted" later on, but as of what we've gotten so far, there isn't any groundwork laid for it yet, and since Egwene's storyline takes her away from the Aiel in the relative near future, I'm not sure that there's any long-term gain from them doing that storyline with her when it seems like there's a greater return in doing it with Rand)

Something I mentioned in the show spoilers only post is that we didn't get any breaks in Egwene's mask to show us the vulnerable woman underneath who is genuinely struggling with the idea that Rand might go mad -- and it reminded me of that being a major issue that I had with a book character. That's one of the reasons that Tuon falls so flat for me in the books -- her mask never falters, not even in her own PoV chapters. And that was kinda the issue that I've been having with Egwene re: her relationship with Rand this season.

Maybe this is them leaning on their "unbreakable" characterization of Egwene, but I feel like we really needed a moment of vulnerability from her earlier this season specifically on the topic of Rand and madness. Before we get her flat-out accusing him of having already gone mad in 3x06. We needed something before that. Or I did, anyway. As it was, she went from zero to a hundred real damn fast. I am hoping that we are finally let more into her emotional conflicts in 3x08, though I'm sure time will be tight.

During Rand and Moiraine's talk, when I closed my eyes and just listened, I'm pretty sure I hear a whispered "Ilyena" which was so exciting! I did not catch that on my first viewing at all. So if Rand is starting to have the beginnings of memories about Ilyena, that's another piece to throw into the pot of "things that were likely affecting Rand's behavior during the Randgwene break-up scene". Also -- the first whispers of Ilyena coming the day after he kisses Lanfear (the first time he kisses her knowing that she's Lanfear and having seen her as Mierin)... that is delicious. I don't think LTT approved of the kiss, you guys.

As for what the change in Faile's backstory does to Deira Bashere... similar to how I felt about the changes to Abell Cauthon, it literally doesn't matter to me. Minor characters exist to bring depth and flavor to more important characters. Deira needs to be a mother that is appropriate for show!Faile and how she interacts with the world, just like Abell and Natti needed to be the parents that were appropriate for show!Mat and how he interacts with the world. Bringing Faile to life and making her a good fit for Perrin is much more important than trying to stay true to book!Deira's characterization.

Theory about Melindhra: she is going to free Sammael from whatever captivity that Rand has placed him in during 3x08 (because I don't think Sammael is dead). It also seems likely that Sammael is the one who put the dragons on Couladin's arms, since he's working with the Shaido in this episode. This may mean that Asmodean is out entirely, or he may still be in but in a different kind of teaching role. We might get either Taimodean or Taimandred in s4. Could go either way! Depends on how long-term a baddie that Sammael is, possibly.

Relatively shorter post this time, since I was able to say most of what I needed to say in the show spoilers only post.

[steddieunderdogfics]

Catch Me (I'm Falling) by fragilecapric0rn

@fragilecapric0rnn

Rating: Mature

32,987 words, 7/7 chapters

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tags: Alternate Universe - 2000s, Alternate Universe - College/University, modern-ish AU, Cheerleader Steve Harrington, early 2000s, POV Alternating, Queer Steve Harrington, Queer Eddie Munson, Queer Nancy Wheeler, Queer Chrissy Cunningham, Flirting, Pining, Eddie Munson has a broken gay-dar, Underage Drinking, Gay Bar, Heavy Drinking, Implied/Referenced Being Blackout Drunk, Happy Ending, Getting Together, Miscommunication

Summary:

He punches a number onto the keypad and hands it back to Steve. Before he can fully bring the phone back into his possession, Eddie takes hold of the dangling Hello Kitty charm, using it to pull Steve back toward him, just a bit. “No funny business, Harrington.” Steve looks at him then down at his cell phone, the rhinestones on it leftover from Robin’s bedazzling phase and the Hello Kitty charm he’s holding hostage and then back up at him. “Get a fucking clue, Munson.” He laughs and snaps his cellphone shut. He doesn’t wait for Eddie’s blank stare to catch on before he’s turning to leave. or - the early 2000s college cheerleading AU that nobody asked for.

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[yandere-yearnings]

IM BACKKKK *rubs hands together like a fly* and i'm standing on business bc dayum dar that chap was DELICIOUS i ate it up so, so hard.

the reason why i like this chapter more is bc i feel like sun is finally showing more yandere-y signs, like the vanilla scent described in the scene which feels comforting and soothing but soon turns beautifully suffocating? like when fruit slowly begins to show signs of rot?

Sun knew people’s backs better than he did their faces. You couldn’t hurt him anymore.

THIS!!! i love how you added a backstory as to why he's so clingy (the knowing people's backs thing was very smart of you 👏). I like how reader sort of will blame themselves if they ever attempt to leave bc they're the one who willingly walked into this, knowing sun has abandoment issues due to ppl leaving his life.

i think the type of yandere who acts all nice to you is the worst, like a tiger hiding its claws. and once you're in too deep, you finally see them for who they really are, and can't really do anything about it bc it is what it is???

Would that be enough to undo the weight of it?

here, it's as if reader is shunning themselves for even thinking of how sun is somehow 'different', bc in a way, they feel like they sort of owe him for how nice he's been. it's like when you're still trying to hold onto a friendship, where the person is no longer the same, but you're still clinging to said person bc of the memories of them bein nice.

except here, sun is more romantic, just to much, like so overly sweet it has your stomach upset. yet, you keep coming back for more and more.

i also love the sense of horror in the fic, like something is wrong from th first word. bc anyone would just be like "oh, reader is just in bed" but here you can FEEL that something's wrong and that means so much to me when i'm reading smth.

face entirely unreadable even though you’re acutely aware of the fact that he’s filtering through your call log. In this variable darkness, you can make out the clench of his fist by his side.

we now know that sun, dear readers, is no longer the shy writer we met in the first chap. no, this man is more overbearing, like the way it is phrased shows that this has now become a normal occurence in their relationship.

reader, when they jest and flirt now, is talking from a sense of confusion and dread they can't pinpoint, bc their heart feels tired and overwhelmed, just like here: Your laugh came slightly cut from a bitterness you couldn’t pin the source of, and your digits tangled in his hair, tugged him back a bit. “Sun,” you said, “you don’t like it when I talk to anyone.” in contrast to the other chaps, there isn't that joyful feeling you get when you annoy the hell out of someon you genuinely love, no playful teasing. it just feels wrong, once again.

bc it's not that sun doesn't love them. the opposite is the problem. sun, as genie put it, has love that's just like honey. and here, we're finally seeing the real yandere side of him and how it affects reader.

“No.” His smile drops, and then he turns away from you to shuffle through his side drawer; takes out a pen and a small notebook. “Still, you wouldn’t want otherwise,” he scribbles something down and you’re unable to catch it before the cover closes, “believe me.”

ARGHHH, the way this is put is so intelligent it took years for my dumb brain to register what it meant, and when i did, i kid you not gasped.

the way he implies that he'd rather reader approach the thing with a kinky perspective to keep them in blissful ignorance than know that he'd really just do it bc he wants no one else to talk to them, no one else to love them, no one else to even look at them. Because sun is tired of people leavng, and he'll be damned if reader does.

You absolutely nailed this dar 🗣🗣 so proud of what you did here, the whole chapter was amazing and it's my favourite so far, bc the buildup from the previous ones that got us here was CHEF'S KISS

(Side note: ughhh i read dice and lemme tell u the way he's written is so hot like no i did not just salivate bc of words on the screen hahah what kind of weirdo does that??? Lolll never me)

love u, and take care of yourself dar <3

doe,, doe the amount of times i've come back to read this in the course of the past 48 hours is insane, and it still hasn't failed to put the stupidest smile on my face each and every time, thank you so much😭🩷 (the only fly you could be is a firefly btw, ode to the way you brighten my days <3)

i enjoyed writing that chapter the most myself!! introducing sun's more yandere side has been a slow going bc of how he is as a character so being able to finally get the ball rolling so to say was pretty fun, and then you picked apart everything so well and your descriptions of reader just,,, i could not have put it into better words myself fr (thank you for liking the backs line too👉👈)

nice yanderes are always such an interesting dynamic bc you are absolutely right abt not being able to do anything by the time you discover their true nature, bc at that point you'd have been in too deep in all the senses. and i think that the analogy of trying to hold onto a friendship that you gave encompasses it so well actually, because you are stuck on the person that you knew, and even if you know things are no longer the same somewhere you'd want to be a little blissfully ignorant to that, if only to protect yourself. ig that's also why whatever sun's tactics are work, and why it leaves such an unpleasant feeling, bc deep down reader knows there's smth rotting in the woodworks

also what you said abt being able to feel smth is wrong from the first few words,,,, doe you got me twirling my feet and kicking my hair over here😩💕 and then your entire analysis that followed holy shit it had me floored bc you picked up everything i put down, even referenced sweet little thing called love and nailed sun's mindset. listen, i've gotta set some ground rules bc there is definitely no calling doe brain dumb in this household, you're literally a genius and i love you for it🫵 i'm so glad you liked this chapter🥺

(thank you for liking dice as well hhh, trust when i finish my assignments i'll write up the next sun and dice chapters and they will be specifically for you❗️❗️) love you even more doe, take care of yourself as well🥰

[blackjackkent]

OK, another stop on the latest Lighthouse tour - there's an exclamation point not directly attached to anyone in the Lighthouse atrium, which I'm a bit curious about, and then Taash also wants to talk. So let's check in on both of those.

Emmrich and Neve are chatting in there when we go in!

Emmrich> "You call Manfred 'Fred'?" Neve> "Sure. He walked into my office. I said, 'Fred. Can I call you Fred?' He nodded. Seemed happy about it. If he doesn't like it..." Emmrich> "Oh, Manfred doesn't mind. He quite likes you. Does the diminutive imply a certain level of comfort with the necromantic arts?" Neve> "It shows a 'certain level of comfort' with your friend. The rest of it - well, that depends." Emmrich> "On what?" Neve> "On what the mage using it is up to."

The exclamation mark itself is pointing at a random document in the atrium:

Hmm.

Interesting. This opens a new faction quest called "Cabin in the Blight," which we'll go check out later. The way this letter is phrased feels to me like this physician is meant to be someone I know and some fan service is in the offing, but I can't really think who it would be, so maybe not. We'll see.

Let's go talk to Taash.

Taash is in the storage room where she usually hangs out, sitting on her knees with a pile of rope next to her.

As Helena watches, she slowly untangles one of the coils, begins binding it around one arm and up to her shoulder.

"Hey," Helena says cautiously. "Am I interrupting?"

(A/N: You are so obviously interrupting, Rook. XD The game has you just blunder straight into the middle of the moment, but I like to think that Helena hung out by the door and waited for Taash to gesture her in before coming closer. She may be a bit foot-in-mouth at times but she's not THAT bad. XD )

"Done in a sec," Taash mutters. "Morning ritual. The dar-saam."

A pause, and then she jerks her head to indicate Helena can come in. Helena edges forward, her preoccupations for a moment forgotten in a brief burst of curiosity as she peers at the ropes. "Those are the ropes people who follow the Qun wear?" she asks.

Taash nods. Her expression is drawn tight with concentration as she manipulates the threads around her arm. "We bind ourselves to remember who we are," she says, and though her tone is flat as usual there's a hint of something else to it. Maybe reverence, maybe disdain, maybe simply nostalgia. "Tie down the stuff that's too dangerous to leave loose."

A pause. Helena doesn't push, gauging that this is a sensitive subject - and probably a complicated conversation. But to her surprise, Taash keeps talking, unprompted.

"My mother made me do it every morning before breakfast." She snorts. "I had big fingers. It used to take me forever." A pause. She ties off one of the knots with a jerk, and then speaks again, her voice a little higher this time, mimicking Shathann. "'Evataash. Shokra toh ebra. Only a beast is confounded by knots. A girl masters herself and the dar-saam.'"

She rolls her eyes. Helena grins. "You do a pretty good impression of your mother."

Taash blinks. "What? I don't sound anything like my mother!"

"Okay," Helena says, amused.

Whatever Taash might shoot back in answer, though, is lost as the door to the storage room crashes open again.

"Rook! Taash! Glad I caught you both." Harding strides in, her expression alive with the look that it gets when she has sniffed out a lead. "The Grey Wardens found a cave that one of the blighted dragons uses as its lair."

Taash's eyebrows shoot up. "Where?"

(A/N: I love how taaaaaall Taash looks standing next to Helena and Harding, rofl.)

"In the Hossberg Wetlands," Harding answers promptly. "There's no sign of the dragon itself, though."

Taash shoots Helena a look. "I should check it out," she says, suddenly all business, her eyes narrowed with determination. Helena gets the sudden impression that, although she didn't show it the way the others did, Taash too has been feeling the weight of their failure at Weisshaupt, and eager to find a way to keep it from happening again. "We need to know how different the blighted dragons are. They might turn into something like Ghilan'nain's archdemon did. If there's a clue..." She trails off, squares her shoulders. "I have to be ready."

[gummiworm-writes]

eleazar hospital records

dottore x male reader

genre: angst

warnings: chronic illness (eleazar), implied human experimentation, kidnapping (dw it's to go to a hospital), implied murder (sohreh)

a/n: this is akademiya/eleazar hospital era dottore. i'm combining them into one for funzies :3

word count: 1,057

part two: haerysays hospital records

eleazar is unlike any disease i've ever encountered. it somehow forms rough, black scales on the patient's skin. that is only the visual portion of the disease, though. these scales cause numbness and nerve damage, leading to progressively clumsy behavior, as well as fatigue, mood swings, pain, and even delusion.

"zandik, where are you going?" you call out. he turns around, his fluffy blue hair falling into his face.

"work," he says simply. "i've begun...volunteering at a hospital in dar al shifa. it should help progress my studies in amurta."

"oh, right," you said, running to catch up with him. "how is amurta, by the way?"

"you shouldn't be running. it makes eleazar worse," he said, sounding annoyed. "just go back to your apartment and rest, okay? we'll talk later."

"don't treat me like a baby, zandik, i can handle myself," you said, rolling your eyes. your tone was much harsher now.

"no, you can't. that's why i'm here," he muttered. he glanced back at you, seeing the frustration. he sighed, not wanting to see you upset. "...okay, how about...i bring you a wheelchair from the hospital? it will allow you to move around without making your eleazar worse."

"i don't need a wheelchair--"

you tripped and fell. luckily, zandik was there to catch you.

clumsiness, mood swings, and, even though you didn't say it outright, zandik could tell you were experiencing pain and fatigue.

"...go home and rest, okay?" zandik said, his voice growing soft and gentle. "i'll be back before you know it. i promise."

the scales have the possibility to turn into ulcers, which can then develop necrosis and kill the patient. this outcome is most unfavorable. ulcers are to be removed as soon as detected.

zandik hated lying to you about his "volunteer work," but you would never face him if you knew what he was truly doing. the hospital in dar al shifa wasn't exactly traditional, and had some...less than savory practices. oh, and the volunteer work bit was a lie, too. he was the head doctor.

or...researcher, i suppose is the correct term.

"abbas is in unstable condition again," another doctor, amoudi, said. he sounded panicked. but zandik didn't care. "his ulcers--"

"remove them," zandik said, rolling his eyes. "i have much more pressing matters to tend to than the stability of specimen IV."

the other doctor quickly ran, most likely preparing for surgery. not that it mattered to zandik. after all, he was currently studying something much more important.

you.

he'd taken a blood sample while you were asleep. all he had to do was measure the elemental content, and--

oh.

oh no.

the toxins had already spread to your bloodstream.

eleazar scales will inevitably cover the entire body, effectively immobilizing the patient. if left untreated, this could cause the toxins in the scales to seep into the body, causing paralysis and possibly a coma. death is inevitable. avoid allowing the scales to cover the entirety of the patient's body at all costs.

zandik rushed to your apartment as soon as he could. you were asleep in your room...this was perfect. all he had to do was find a way to fix you, to save you.

he couldn't risk losing you.

he injected a sedative into you, before carrying you out of the apartment bridal style.

he then returned to the eleazar hospital.

he began work immediately.

not all hospitals are equipped to deal with eleazar patients. as much as it pains me to say it, the hospital in dar al shifa is one of them. we are not an akademiya recognized hospital. we have no funding. we have no equipment. we only have our brains and the few tools that we can bring in.

you woke up at the eleazar hospital, covered in scales, and you looked so, so scared. zandik couldn't stand it.

"z-zandik?! where the hell am i?!" you asked, your voice hoarse. the scales were beginning to cover your neck.

"shh, shh... don't worry, it's okay," zandik said quietly, patting your head. "you're safe, i'm gonna keep you safe...okay?"

"that doesn't explain where i am, zandik!"

"a hospital. i found traces of eleazar toxins in your blood," zandik sighed, running his fingers through your hair. "but don't worry, i'll take care of you, okay? now, be a good boy and go to sleep, alright?"

you weren't sure if it was the fatigue from eleazar, the medications he had pumping into your body, his warm, soothing voice, or the feeling of his hands playing with your hair, but you felt exhausted...and you did as he said, slowly drifting off to sleep.

"there we go... that's a good boy," he said softly, caressing your cheek gently. "i'll be right here when you wake up...and you won't have eleazar anymore."

little did he know that you wouldn't wake up.

there is no true cure for eleazar. there are ways to delay the inevitable, but there is no way to stop it completely. after all, it is a physical manifestation of the withering on a human body. archon residue is the best suppressant we have, but it would be unwise to allow our supplies to dwindle by wasting it on every single patient. not to mention how unstable and dangerous it is. for now, all we can really do is remove the scales as they appear.

you hadn't woken up in four days. you were alive, but completely unresponsive.

you were in a coma.

zandik couldn't handle the idea of losing you. he spent days on end researching. his grades dropped, his health deteriorated...he was a mess.

days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months...all zandik could do was keep you stable. he would return to the akademiya in the daytime, and then rush to the hospital at night. that was his routine.

until he was expelled, of course.

it wasn't his fault sohreh got in the way of his research.

but he could now spend all of his time at the hospital...a silver lining, he supposed. but, despite how many hours of work he put in...it was never enough. an ill-equipped hospital is still ill-equipped, no matter how long you work there.

he thought it was hopeless.

he thought he would lose you.

the fatui thought otherwise.

a/n: i might make a part 2 idk :P

edit: i did :3

[yanderes-galore]

could you write the yandere alphabet for Sans (Underfell)?

I can try, sure. Hope this came out well. Darling is implied to be human bur I kept it mostly vague.

Yandere Alphabet - UnderFell! Sans

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Possessive behavior, Violence, Jealousy, Isolation, Kidnapping, Murder mention, Stalking, Dubious/Forced relationship.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

I don't think Sans shows his affection in an over the top way. Past all the edge he does express some sort of care. He expresses his obsession through protective/possessive behavior.

He can be intense just in general, especially when pursuing you.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

In a world where it's Kill or Be Killed, I imagine he wants to get messy. However, him using his powers makes him a target. So he may restrain most of his powers and kill in private.

The moment he snaps though? Everyone's in danger, perhaps even you.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

If he abducted you it's because he has either possessive or protective intentions. In terms of mocking you, yes. He probably mocks you at times.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

I'd say he would, yeah.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Sans is careful when showing vulnerability. In fact you'd rarely see it unless you two were really alone. Sans always looks intimidating and rarely slips from that.

The only time he's vulnerable around you is during a mental breakdown. Even then he can get volatile.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Amused for the most part. He is capable of restraining you but appreciates the fact you have some fight.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

A little for both, he does find it all amusing. Unless you get on his nerves

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

In UnderFell, there's a lot of bad experiences. In terms of Sans? Well...

A mental breakdown from him can release his powers, which could hurt you. An idea he loathes.

Even when he shows frustration, like when you refuse him, he may accidentally harm you. So... any moment that makes Sans lose control may be the worst experience

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

He doesn't really care. He just knows he wants you to himself and wants to keep you away from Asgore.

Even if it means locking you away from everyone.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Yes he does get jealous. He wants to lash out but tries to soothe himself for the sake of keeping his powers hidden. Trust me, if he had his way?

He doesn't mind a bit of murder.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Protective and possessive. He is always around you in some way, just watching your journey. Others have a feeling he's taken a claim to you.

They can just tell with the way Sans' temper flares around others staring at you. In a way you are very safe... yet also in the most danger.

Because you befriended him he acts nice, but you should know what he's capable of.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

He starts by just watching from a distance. When he feels like he can, he'll talk to you face to face. He's slow with his obsession until he feels rushed... like you being in danger.

If he feels your life is in danger, he'll step in. By step in... I mean he may abduct.

You're one of the only things that matters to him.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

A little, yeah, he's more caring with you.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

I would assume he would, but he has to be careful. If he disciplines you too much then he may break something. As much as his anger wants him to, he tries to stay away from physical punishment.

Stuff like isolation or restraints... something to keep you in place.

Although... push him too far and who knows what will happen.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

A lot, but to be fair, in a land where Asgore rules you didn't have many anyways.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Moderate patience, borders on impatient.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

With time... but he never really forgets you.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

A little but for the most part no, also no.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Childhood/His environment.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

He leaves you alone for the most part, he isn't good with comfort.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

More violent (?)

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Not any I can think of.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Unfortunately yes.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Not a worship yandere but would kill many for you.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

He can pine for awhile as long as he knows you're safe.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Yes.

[spanishskulduggery]

So in English ya know how we have the distinction between "Can I verb?" and "May I verb?"

Is there an equivalent in Spanish????

Not exactly; kinda?

You're probably going to want to use permitir "to permit/allow" as "may I" but it's phrased differently

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In Spanish, often poder is enough; there isn't a special verb that's like "may" but people often use permitir to get a request across

[by that I mean "may" can sometimes imply a different tense not a verb specifically... like "I may go" reads as puede que "it is possible that"; but then "you may/might like it" can possibly be a different tense]

So, in general poder is what you want and can use as "can/may" - ¿puedo ir al baño? is both "can I go to the bathroom?" and "may I go to the bathroom?"

If you're asking if you can have someone's permission to do something, "may" would get translated as permitir

...

Spanish can actually come out sounding rude to English-speakers if you're not expecting it; when you're ordering something in a restaurant for example you often see querer - like quiero un café "I want a coffee" but in English we often say "can I get a coffee?" or "could I get a cup of coffee?"

There are ways to alleviate it like ¿me traes/pones un café? "could you bring/pour me a coffee?" but even then English-speakers see it as present tense and think it sounds a bit rude even when it's not

Spanish often uses just the present tense of whatever verb you're thinking of, and isn't explicitly disrespectful. There are some helping verbs [like "want to", "should", etc] but poder is pretty unique as "can/to be able to"

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If you're explicitly asking for permission you can say - ¿me permites ir al baño? and that's more of a "may I"

Literally it's "will you allow me", which uses an object pronoun... in other words rather than "can I?" it's "will you allow me"

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In a setting like a restaurant when you want to be polite, you can also use the conditional tense

I don't know if you already know the conditional tense which is why I didn't immediately bring it up because it's a learning curve and has some irregular verbs [as in poder which is normally puedo, puedes, puede, pueden, podemos goes to podría, podrías, podría, podrían, podríamos]

And that's like "could I?" or "might ?"

If you were ordering food for example you might see - ¿me podrías dar/traer...? which is "could you give/get me...?"

You might also see it when talking about things you'd like to do - me gustaría; as in me gustaría viajar "I would like to travel" - but it's literally "to travel would please me"

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So in summation, all are viable

¿me ayudas? "can you help me?" / "will you help me" is not necessarily rude compared to ¿me puedes ayudar? which specifically is "can you help me?"

I would say ¿me podrías ayudar? "could you help me?" feels a bit more deferential, but the others aren't rude

...

Note: Imperfect subjunctive is also a possibility for extra politeness (at least to my ears) but again that's a different tense and extra confusing for people - most commonly it would be quisiera "I would like (if it's not too difficult)" which is the imperfect subjunctive yo form for querer

Again, regular present tense isn't rude - and you might want to use usted forms if you're afraid of possibly being rude; just different options

[soullessbullshit]

Who is your favorite NPC in the whole game? 👀

As much as I suck at picking favorites, I'd probably say Raz. I'm a sucker for deeply flawed characters with a heart of gold (no shit, y'all've seen the work I've put into Cassian), and for all the issues I have with the game's writing and use of the characters, Raz is one who always seems to give us something new and interesting whenever he shows up.

There's a lot of background given to him bit by bit to imply why he is the person he is, and I like that he's one of the few characters whose underlying issues play into, but don't necessarily revolve around any of the game's overarching plot points beyond the role he plays in the setting, which allows him to meld so well into as many questlines as he has.

Even with the game's quests being laid out so that they can be completed in any order, Raz actually gives a sense of overarching progression from the beginning of the Dominion storyline through the various DLCs in which he's been featured (and even further before then via the Merryvale questline), which doesn't feel shoehorned or diluted by the relative disconnect from one zone to the other.

He winds up providing one of the game's most distinct impressions of a person who has a life and motivations outside serving as a set piece for the player character's objectives, which is one of my biggest disconnects from a lot of the NPCs in the game.

There are absolutely other characters who have similar senses of character growth across arcs and zones (Naryu, the entire world's beloved), but Raz has the benefit of being a prominent figure throughout the entirety of a faction storyline and multiple DLCs.

I've had the most time to get attached to him, and the fact that the Dominion storyline was my introduction to the game itself simply adds a nostalgia factor that the others don't. When I think "ESO character," the first character that comes to my mind, nine times out of ten, is Razum-dar.

He's the character I get most psyched to dive into every time he pops up on screen, he's the character I get most upset at the lack of overt focus the game usually allots individual NPCs, and he's the character I get most desperate to shake around in a terrarium to see what happens.

Honorable mentions go to Naryu Virian, Veya Releth, Queen Ayrenn, Verandis Ravenwatch, and Sai Sahan.

[steddie-fanfic-recs]

Catch Me (I'm Falling)

by fragilecapric0rn

Rating: Mature Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Chrissy Cunningham/Nancy Wheeler Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Nancy Wheeler, Chrissy Cunningham Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - 2000s, Alternate Universe - College/University, modern-ish AU, Cheerleader Steve Harrington, early 2000s, POV Alternating, Queer Steve Harrington, Queer Eddie Munson, Queer Nancy Wheeler, Queer Chrissy Cunningham, Flirting, Pining, Eddie Munson has a broken gay-dar, Underage Drinking, Gay Bar, Heavy Drinking, Implied/Referenced Being Blackout Drunk, Happy Ending, Getting Together, Miscommunication Words: 32,987 Chapters: 7/7

Summary

He punches a number onto the keypad and hands it back to Steve. Before he can fully bring the phone back into his possession, Eddie takes hold of the dangling Hello Kitty charm, using it to pull Steve back toward him, just a bit. “No funny business, Harrington.” Steve looks at him then down at his cell phone, the rhinestones on it leftover from Robin’s bedazzling phase and the Hello Kitty charm he’s holding hostage and then back up at him. “Get a fucking clue, Munson.” He laughs and snaps his cellphone shut. He doesn’t wait for Eddie’s blank stare to catch on before he’s turning to leave. - or - the early 2000s college cheerleading AU that nobody asked for.

[intotheroaringverse]

Disclaimer: todos os eventos aqui narrados são fictícios e parte de uma AU dentro de um multiverso de um RPG, nada aqui presente tem a intenção de ferir ou manchar a imagem dos artistas utilizados como faceclaims. Conteúdo adulto, +18, com uma lista de kinks, então mdni.

Sugar Rush Ride present: Sev Hemmings

tags: formula 1 AU; Sev Hemmings/Joy Ryder; sev hemmings driver; joy ryder engeneer; established relationship; public relationship; public love displays; pet names; slight angst; semi public sex; clothed sex; buldge; fingering; orgasm denial; clit play; face sitting; face riding; oral sex (f receiving); cunnilingus; tits play; niple sucking; niple bitting; breast kink; breast fucking; oral sex (m receiving); dracphylia; unprotected sex; deep and rough sex; creampie; after care; implied pregnancy 🥹

Achava uma das melhores coisas do mundo andar de mãos dadas com a namorada por onde quer que fosse. Uma parte disso envolvia que a sua linguagem de amor era toque físico, e se ele pudesse viveria grudado em Joy o tempo todo, mas tinha muito reflexo sobre o que eles passaram e quem ele era. Ele lutou muito para estar naquela situação, cumprimentando todo mundo na garagem da Red Bull Racing com uma mão enquanto ela acenava com a outra livre, sendo só simpatia com os outros, porque antes disso eles tiveram que viver nas sombras.

Sev não gostava de falar sobre o passado agora que o divórcio tinha saído, mas ele morria de medo de que enquanto estivesse longe alguma coisa acontecesse com Ryder. Sua ex-esposa o batia e ameaçava ele de coisas terríveis, sempre pronta para cometer uma atrocidade contra a sua existência, então era óbvio que ele fosse ficar nervoso que algo fosse acontecer com Joy também. Uma ordem de restrição não parecia ser o suficiente, às vezes, e em algumas noites ele checava o quarto do hotel inteiro antes de entrar e ficar a noite toda com os braços ao redor de Joy para garantir que nada iria encostar nela.

Então, é, andar de mãos dadas na festa pós corrida era algo que poderiam considerar uma vitória depois de tudo. E também porque ele queria que todo mundo soubesse que aquela aliança de compromisso gigante no dedo dele era por causa dela. Podia vir a imprensa especular o que fosse, ele estava sempre dando indícios de que independente de como estava a sua situação na equipe de Fórmula 1, ele e sua engenheira estavam mais unidos do que nunca. Eles não sabiam que estavam unidos desde quando ele ainda era casado e que correu com o divórcio por causa dela, mas independente: Hemmings só tinha olhos para a mulher que estava ao seu lado.

Mulher essa que estava mexendo com a sua cabeça naquela noite.

— Eu me conheço, não vai dar — falou em voz baixa, a olhando de cima abaixo assim que a viu pronta para saírem.

Aquele vestido dela era tão curto que ela precisava andar devagar para não subir e pagar calcinha. Sev nem mesmo pensou antes de tirar a jaqueta e fazer ela usar por cima, porque se alguém fosse ver algo, ia ser ele, eu hein, uma grande gostosa, mas ele era um grande ciumento possessivo também.

— O que você quer, neném? Eu vou buscar pra você — falou para Joy quando chegaram na mesa. Fofo. Mas também porque ele não queria ninguém acompanhando ela puxar o tecido para baixo quando fosse se levantar.

Geral bebendo e se distraindo, eles mesmos com a cabeça mais leve desde que o seu substituto estava fora do mapa depois da corrida péssima que ele fez naquele fim de semana. A vaga ainda era sua, Joy continuaria sendo engenheira de corrida na RBR, tudo certo no mundo. Estava tranquilo o suficiente para voltar a pensar em coisas que não fosse treinar mais não sei quantas horas no simulador, como a pele macia da coxa de Ryder debaixo da palma de sua mão e como ele a via arrepiar a cada milímetro que ela subia em direção ao meio de suas pernas.

Quando todo mundo saiu para dançar, ele sussurrou no ouvido dela:

— Vem pro meu colo, linda.

Quem os conhecia não estranhou em nada, fora do padoque ele sempre estava com Joy no seu colo ou colada a seu corpo, um braço possessivo ao redor de seus ombros ou cintura. Porém, por baixo da mesa, o indicador de Sev brincava com a alça da calcinha da mulher.

— Você tá tão linda hoje — comentou, beijando o ombro dela. O indicador e o dedo do meio deslizavam pelo fundo do tecido fino que começava a ficar molhado, o fazendo sorrir satisfeito. — E tão cheirosa também — acrescentou, mordendo de leve o pescoço dela, os dígitos pressionando mais firmemente o centro úmido de Joy. O suspiro que ela engoliu o fez ajeitar os quadris embaixo dela, a deixando consciente que o seu pau estava duro, há muito tempo, graças àquelas gloriosas coxas de fora. — Me faz querer ter você aqui mesmo, na frente de todo mundo.

E ele falava sério, porque enquanto ele passava o nariz pelo pescoço de Ryder, os dedos afastavam a calcinha dela para o lado e tocavam a buceta dela diretamente, sentindo o calor e umidade daquela mulher que ele queria tanto foder. Novamente, quem via de longe achava que eles estavam apenas conversando. Mais de uma vez já tinham entrado em lugares fechados em que os dois estavam e lá estava Sev fazendo grandes declarações de amor para Joy com ela em seus braços, como se ele quisesse que ela soubesse o tempo todo o quanto ele estava apaixonado. Mas por debaixo da mesa, naquele momento, os dedos dele entravam e saíam daquela buceta, a fazendo suprimir os gemidos com risadas, fingindo normalidade, enquanto ele a sentia cada vez mais molhada e entregue.

— Shhh, calma. A sua carinha de puta quando goza pra mim é exclusividade minha — falou para a namorada, antes de beijar com suavidade seus lábios e tirar os dedos de dentro dela, deslizando os dígitos pelos lábios inchados da buceta. — Eu não vou deixar você chegar lá na frente de outra pessoa que não eu.

Independente de que ele passou mais um longo tempo naquele jogo de provocação, a dedando até sentir as coxas dela tremendo em seu colo, parando imediatamente e a enchendo de beijos em seguida. Se deu ao trabalho de alimentar Joy e garantir que ela estava hidratada a cada pausa, antes de ouvir o som manhoso no fundo da garganta dela quando ele esfregou o clitóris dela com os dedos afundados em sua buceta.

— Vamos pro hotel, babe, fazer um bom uso desse seu vestido.

Ele ia receber uma multa por correr daquele jeito pelas ruas até chegar no hotel onde toda a RBR estava hospedada, mas ele tinha a visão das pernas de Joy unidas enquanto ela respirava fundo tentando se controlar até chegarem no quarto, então era mesmo uma questão de vida ou morte. Foi bater a porta que colocou o corpo feminino contra ela, a boca procurando a da namorada com fome, o joelho abrindo espaço entre as pernas dela e esfregando naquele ponto tão necessitado e molhado. A forma como ela protestava o fazia rir.

— O que foi, amor? Tá doendo? Você precisa gozar? — perguntou, segurando o rosto dela para que olhasse para cima. — Vou dar um jeito nisso.

A forma com que ele se ajoelhou para puxar a calcinha dela para fora podia ser classificada como adoração. Os olhos brilhando enquanto a encarava, as mãos tocando desde a panturrilha dela até os quadris como se ela fosse quebrável, ao menos até puxá-la para seu colo e deitar de costas na cama, a colocando por cima. As mãos espalmadas na bunda dela, apertando e batendo com vontade a vendo se esfregar contra a sua ereção na calça jeans. Na menção a tirar o vestido, ele negou com a cabeça.

— Não, você vai sentar na minha cara usando ele. Passei a noite toda pensando nisso e agora é a hora.

Joy ainda usava sua jaqueta comprida e o vestido, ela tinha seu cheiro enquanto ele tinha as mãos dele apertando as coxas aos redor de sua cabeça e afundava o rosto entre suas pernas. Se tinha um lugar e situação em que ele queria estar, era aquela: com sua mulher gemendo alto enquanto ele comia sua buceta, com ela quicando no seu rosto, esfregando o clitóris no seu nariz sem pudor nenhum enquanto ele a lambia e chupava como se cada gota dela fosse o que o mantivesse vivo. Tinha a empurrado tanto no limite no decorrer da noite que o gemido arrastado e rouco acompanhado dos tremores do corpo menor vieram rápido, mas para ele não era o suficiente. Quando Ryder fez menção a se levantar, ele agarrou com mais força as coxas dela, mordiscando a parte interna, em repreensão.

— Mais. — Foi a única palavra que ele disse, antes de sua língua passar a fodê-la e seu dedo desenhar círculos no clitóris dela, ignorando os avisos que Joy dava sobre estar sensível e que não ia aguentar.

Devorava aquela buceta com fome, sentindo como ela escorria, lambuzando o seu rosto inteiro e peito, mas ele não se importava com isso, focado em arrancar mais outro orgasmo daquela mulher, só sossegando quando ela estava novamente cavalgando em seu rosto, agarrada aos próprios seios enquanto gritava seu nome para qualquer um naquele andar escutar. Só depois disso é que subiu o tecido do vestido pelo corpo dela, arrancando junto com a jaqueta e arremessando longe, admirando os seios dela, aparentando estar ainda mais grandes e pesados que o normal, passando a ponta da língua nos próprios lábios.

— Você é tão perfeita. Cada detalhe seu é... Perfeito — seu cérebro começava a entrar em curto circuito, as mãos acariciando os volumes perfeitos em suas palmas, a língua explorando a boca daquela mulher do mesmo jeito que explorou a buceta dela minutos antes. Abriu o sutiã dela com destreza antes de fazer o que ele mais gostava que era esfregar o rosto ali, beijando, mordendo, chupando, sugando, deixando ela com marcas que ela iria pensar sobre no dia seguinte quando fosse se arrumar para pegarem o vôo para a próxima etapa do campeonato da Fórmula 1. Somente quando os seios de Joy estavam carregados de saliva, vermelhos, quentes, foi que ele segurou o rosto dela com aquela delicadeza de antes. — Posso brincar com eles?

E por brincar ele queria dizer enfiar o pau entre os volumes, maravilhado em como era macio e quente e a saliva que ela derramava para lubrificar deixava tudo ainda mais pornográfico e perfeito entre eles dois. Sev rodava os polegares nos mamilos dela em intervalos, a vendo arquear o corpo e gemer alto, encantado em como ela parecia ainda mais sensível naquela noite. Era como cada toque a fizesse se arrepiar ainda mais; talvez tivesse a estimulado mesmo por muito tempo na festa e agora estava com todos os efeitos colaterais surgindo de uma vez.

— Eu vou foder essa sua boca, imediatamente — avisou, a vendo obedecer sem nem questionar, o engolindo como uma putinha bem treinada. Seus olhos rolaram nas órbitas, agarrando o cabelo dela com força, empurrando fundo até ouvir o característico som de engasgo, ficando imóvel. Ele a encarava e Joy o encarava de volta, as lágrimas nas pontas dos cílios compridos, a maquiagem arruinada, completamente transtornada pelo que estavam fazendo. E eles queriam mais. — Só mais um pouco, babe, só mais um pouco, você aguenta. Você é minha boa menina que aguenta tudo que dou pra você.

Quando sentiu que iria explodir, Sev fodeu a garganta de Ryder com movimentos bruscos e profundos, a vendo ser tão gentil, tão boa, as lágrimas escorrendo pelo seu rosto livremente. Sentia que estava para gozar com aquela imagem, mas ele não poderia acabar a noite daquele jeito, então precisou parar.

— Você foi tão boa, meu amor, tão perfeita — derramava elogios, beijando as lágrimas dela e então todo o seu rosto, a deitando na cama, pairando sobre ela. — Minha princesa perfeita.

Suas próprias roupas foram empurradas para fora enquanto estava ocupado demais no beijo mais bagunçado e apaixonado que trocou com aquela mulher, a sentindo cada vez mais quente e com o corpo orvalhado de suor. Ele a queria em cada detalhe, prendendo seus braços sobre a cabeça enquanto deixava a marca dos seus dentes em seu ombro, pescoço, colo, barriga. Quando já tinha beijado até mesmo os pés de Joy foi que ele puxou as suas pernas mais para cima, as mãos separando-as ainda mais e então o polegar voltou a brincar com o clitóris sensível.

— Acha que aguenta mais um pouco? Porque eu preciso foder essa sua bucetinha deliciosa.

Consentimento era a chave. Depois de um relacionamento tóxico, ele sempre pedia permissão para fazer de Joy sua vagabunda, colocando os tornozelos dela em seus ombros e a fodendo fundo e com força. Ele queria ter certeza que aquele brilho nos olhos dela era real e cada gemido e espasmo que ela deixava vir à tona eram genuínos. Ele queria que ela estivesse com ele de verdade quando ele batia em sua bunda e dizia que ela era só dele, que ele poderia a foder assim pra sempre. Queria que os lábios separados de Ryder procurando por ar fosse porque ela estava cada vez mais arfante o apertando tão forte que ele estava se sentindo na beira da loucura.

As unhas dela desceram com força quando ela gozou de novo, aquela expressão fora de órbita no rosto tão bonito e doce de sua mulher o levando de vez a liberar jatos quentes e espessos dentro dela, a deixando cheia de sua porra. Engoliu em seco algumas vezes, procurando por ar, os narizes próximos demais um do outro antes que ele enfiasse o rosto na curvatura do pescoço dela e sentisse o seu cheiro misturado ao dela. Seu lugar favorito no mundo.

— Não, vida, não precisa se mexer, eu já venho com a água — avisou, e de fato ele voltou com a garrafinha, colocando a cabeça dela em um travesseiro em seu colo e a ajudando a se hidratar enquanto acariciava os cabelos dela como se não tivesse acabado de foder os neurônios daquela mulher para fora do corpo dela. — Como você tá se sentindo? Quer que eu te ajude a ir pro chuveiro?

Ele perguntava com interesse genuíno, tão carinhoso, mesmo que suas mãos estivessem beliscando a bunda dela de tempo em tempo. Pronto para fodê-la de novo e de novo, como todas...

... Como todas as vezes desde quando se assumiram publicamente.

— Babe — Sev perguntou, franzindo a testa. — Você lembra qual foi a última vez que a gente usou camisinha?

Porque parecia que fazia uma vida a essa altura. E ele não perdia uma oportunidade de encher sua mulher com sua porra. E, bem, ele não era a pessoa mais genial do mundo, mas ele definitivamente sabia o que poderia vir daí. Hemmings sorriu, encantado.

— Tomara que eu tenha mesmo enfiado um filho em você, sempre quis ser pai e você ser a mãe dele ia ser a melhor coisa do meu mundo — confessou, antes de se inclinar e a beijá-la.

Doce e possessivo, como sempre.

[wingedshadowfan]

(ninth house and hell bent spoilers aka me trying to make sense of everything that happened to darlington and also, tripp??)

whatever happened to darlington is so confusing and interesting and i'm so pissed at sandow for sending a hellbeast to eat him instead of literally anything else to try and get rid of him because first of all, i think it's heavily implied it's something people don't do often (like what happened to actually sending darlington to spain or pulling some strings to kick him out of lethe for no reason or just coming up with one, setting him up, even killing him in a traditional way - sending someone else to do it if he didn't want his hands dirty, making it seem like a robbery in black elm or whatever), that even sandow himself didn't know what he'd done or what the consequences of it would be

second of all, it didn't work. and sandow wouldn't have done it if he knew it wouldn't work. so why didn't it work? how? you'd think sending a beast from hell to consume somebody would be a sure-fire way to end them, but apparently a bunch of other factors were at play here

getting eaten alive by the hellbeast (which darlington survived because he's a killer - he helped his ill grandfather end his life) essentially sent darlington to hell, the demon realm or some weird hellscape, where according to kittscher's daemonologie grays get tortured so demons can feed on their emotions and leave the living alone

but darlington isn't a gray. he didn't die. he just got sent there, teleported if you will, body and soul intact, unlike any ghost. so, in his words, he split. on the one hand, he presumably became a torturer of the grays (which explains how afraid of him those at the borderlands were), a demon himself, bound in service to golgarot - the demon prince, and on the other hand, he was also tortured - demons apparently aren't choosy (in fact, a living soul is implied to be even tastier) - and fed on by golgarot, for the sin of murdering his grandfather and for his own greed

when alex and dawes's ritual at scroll and key opened a portal, darlington tried to come through but got stuck in the protection circle left by sandow's old ritual in the black elm ballroom. i have no idea how that happened. weird magic residue, i guess. from what i remember sandow basically banished him from ever coming back to black elm, so how he ended up there in a magic protection circle is a bit beyond me. perhaps some part of him returned because he wasn't fully darlington anymore, so he wasn't fully banished. the protection circle? i don't know.

and so darlington split again from what i understood. his physical (part-demon) body got trapped because it was simultaneously not darlington, so it was allowed in black elm, but it was also darlington too, and he's banished. his soul remained in hell (mostly because a bigger part/all of it is darlington?), rebuilding black elm sissyphus style.

golgarot, however, wasn't darlington enough to either remain in hell or to get stuck in the circle with him. so he managed to make it through the portal, slip free, move freely between the realms (via darlington? the circle is a portal) and feed on whoever he wanted. but he couldn't stay in the mortal realm for too long for some reason? i have yet to figure that part out but it probably has something to do with how he and darlington are tied together (similarly to how darlington is later bound in service to alex), and darlington is split between the two realms.

either he sends the part of darlington that's stuck in black elm to hell again (which he can't do because how even?? by trying to open another portal and calling darlington back to hell with more of michelle's cognac?), or he destroys darlington's physical body in the human realm so his soul has nowhere to go but remain in hell (which he also can't do now because of the protection circle). but that begs the question of how would golgarot travel between the realms when the protection circle is gone, when darlington is in hell and not in the inbetween? simple. he wouldn't need or want to. the mortal realm is a whole buffet in comparison to hell. but how would that affect this bond between him and darlington? who would darlington serve? who would torture him? would he become the prince of hell instead?

the only thing golgarot can do is wait because this unnatural split of darlington between the realms, this mistake, coincidence, consequence of unpredictable odds and unfactored variables, is unstable. so there's left to do is start crafting his elaborate puzzle, killing marjorie stephen, then dean beekman, to divert attention, to waste alex and turner's time.

until he realizes there's a way to get darlington out of his golden circle quicker. alex. and it works. so he tried to destroy darlington's body except alex managed to outrun him and reunite darlington's soul with his body.

what exactly happened to tripp at the end, i don't know. did his demon kill him and replace him but in order to do that he became so much like him that it's almost like tripp didn't die, just became a demon himself? or did his demon just infect him with the demonic, making him a demon too so now there's two, kind of like how a vampire bite makes you a vampire? did they join and become one and the same, kind of how darlington is two things at once, man and monster?

[steddieunderdogfics]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48640597/chapters/122696278

(alternate meeting rec)

Catch Me (I'm Falling) by fragilecapric0rn

@fragilecapric0rnn

Rating: Mature

32,987 words, 7/7 chapters

Archive Warning: No Warnings

Tags: Alternate Universe - 2000s, Alternate Universe - College/University, modern-ish AU, Cheerleader Steve Harrington, early 2000s, POV Alternating, Queer Steve Harrington, Queer Eddie Munson, Queer Nancy Wheeler, Queer Chrissy Cunningham, Flirting, Pining, Eddie Munson has a broken gay-dar, Underage Drinking, Gay Bar, Heavy Drinking, Implied/Referenced Being Blackout Drunk, Happy Ending, Getting Together, Miscommunication

Summary:

He punches a number onto the keypad and hands it back to Steve. Before he can fully bring the phone back into his possession, Eddie takes hold of the dangling Hello Kitty charm, using it to pull Steve back toward him, just a bit. “No funny business, Harrington.” Steve looks at him then down at his cell phone, the rhinestones on it leftover from Robin’s bedazzling phase and the Hello Kitty charm he’s holding hostage and then back up at him. “Get a fucking clue, Munson.” He laughs and snaps his cellphone shut. He doesn’t wait for Eddie’s blank stare to catch on before he’s turning to leave. - or - the early 2000s college cheerleading AU that nobody asked for.

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[thewickedbohemian]

Two thoughts on Sir unrelated to any shipping

Given (as people on Tumblr would know from a semi-viral post) Thoreau wasn't as alone and independent or whatever as he wanted people to believe it's kinda rich (and therefore more proof he's kind of an idiot) that Sir was hyperfixating on Walden so hard and quoting it for those sorts of purposes

Even without the grooming/cleanliness minor-plot-bit in "Missing While Sinning" that I feel like is meant to imply him having OCD (despite the fact that I haven't really seen a lot of other obvious evidence in the other episodes-so-far of him having anything else more than some weird form of scrupulosity OCD which would feel like a weird (progressive, yes, but weird) thing for a show to use as its OCD rep, and how you'd think a guy as smart as he is who's clearly familiar enough with the DSM to use it as a metaphorical weapon would know he had OCD if he had it) Sir would still be pinging my neurodivergent-dar super hard

[bread-lady]

[The discovery]

Word count: idk I'm tired

Tw: mentions of nailing people to boards, implied abuse, mentions of blood/ descriptions of wounds, bad writing and imprisonment

Please scroll away of you are triggered or uncomfortable with these I don't wanna get sued but if you read please enjoy and proceed with caution!

Scout stared down at floor she was foot above and frowned it was the only other thing to look at except for her skewered feet or hands..she never got use to the feeling of the old rusted nails they stung itched when free and bled heavily whenever reopened. but the worse was the one in her throat keeping her head up uncomfortably sending small jolts of pain whenever she darred move the dusty, dampened, grim filled air of the old cellar stung her noise her open wounds and her eyes thing time instead of being just nailed by her hands or just her feet and neck to some random part of the dirty room she was attached to an old piece of wood rotted and warped at the edges... no matter what her out steched arms and leg pressed next to eachother they- she wasn't going any where..

But then an idea popped into a her head a painful one but an idea none the less a wince and sickening crunch of tearing wood and strained cry filled the room hung limp at her side a freed arm one that felt pulsing slighty in painful relief the nail still driven though it.

Just a Cry and crunch later scout lay curled on the stone floor clutching her admin sobbing the pain was still there but it hurt so much less shaking to her feet that just caused her to fall landing with a soft "oof" and sneeze from the dust she had kicked up scout blinked reaching down and- *RIP* with one more wince the nail sat in her hand pressed again her thumb and pointer finger a nail rusted and round landed with a *tink* she tossed it aside ot being followed by a second one then a third a fourth and fifth...

Scout stood blood staining her palms feet and a bit of her chest but she didn't mind she was free er then before looking up the thing wooden stairs a thick door lay at the top scout ingorned in noting it was locked and she was much to weak to push it open in this state

Her focused shifted to the stone started leading to a cellar door walking up it pressing her stinging palms against it scout heaved it open just enough to reveal the moon and star lit night she climbed out shutting the door as quietly as she could scout felt the fresh air repeal the old dusted one that plagued the cellar and house it still stung her wounds but it felt nice this time

All in a second a light flicked to life in a foor above her scout stared at mortified of who was in that room and what that intailed for her fate with a quick rush of adreline she ran for the near by woodlen that surrounded the old house she refused to go look back no matter how deep she went if even for a moment scout stopped her mother- no the women named Rachel would find her scout didn't stop running no matter how much she heard Rachel yell or threaten she was free she didn't need to listen anymore! Besides death to the forests beast is better then death at the hands of her "mother"

Not for second feeling the things leaves or other trash of mother nature tear though her limbs leaving blood and escaped stuffing behind she stopped it had been hours at this point nothing but running nothing but more pain wiping the blood sweat and tears from under eyes she flopped at the base of a large dark oak tree the ragged dress covered in dirt and blood being the only thing the sock puppet could curl into trying to get warm in the tattered fabric

finally scout stopped and cried all the emotions and the pain had caught up then footsteps heavy footsteps she knew to well the only voice that rushed though her head she could understand as scout shut her eyes tight was "she found me. She wasn't lying no matter where I go she would find me..

Rachel is going to kill me I know it im going to-"

then "hello...Is anybody there?" A brash but kind voice plagued with worry nothing like the cold demanding tone of Rachel's commands then as scout opened her eyes slightly a red haired figure holding a lantern in pale pruple floraled night gown caught her eye whoever it was was looking around the frilled cuffs of her sleeves bouncing the yellow light framing the lace of there shoulder spread collar perfectly then the light hot her eyes the figure rushing over then- darkness scouts eyes had closed just as the figure reached her she didn't care of she lived or died whatever was happening around her it was warm and cozy a feeling she was unfirmiler with scout decided its time to get some sleep

[ranahan]

Jatne urcye, Arkoh, Alor b’Adascas…

…bal k’an kote par taab’aliit echaaj’la.

Jatne urcye: could also shorten to jat’urcye, but that feels less formal.

k’an kote par: this is a contraction of ke an kote par, “may all glory be for.” And kote par instead of kote bah, since that feels like a stock phrase.

taab’aliit echaaj’la: I first wrote kyrayce be gar aliit, but then I decided to go for something more poetic: kyrayc’val? Or maybe taab’echaaj’lase or taabi’val echaaj’la. Or val meg taab’echaaj’la but that’s a bit cumbersome so I’m thinking something like Cuy’val dar as an epithet. So how to combine that with “of your family”? Perhaps… taabi’val echaaj’la > taab’aliit echaaj’la? It could be taabe’val echaaj’la as well (it’s easier to say and older Mando’a seems to have lower vowels in many places compared to modern, and this feels like a stock phrase), with the “of your family” implied.

Technically this should of course be in Classical Mando’a, but this is my quick attempt at a modern translation. If you have better/different ideas, shoot! I’m not 100% satisfied with this, so I might come back to it later.

– and all honor to your family’s dead.