#dynamic excercise

[batsyheere]

When thinking on timelines with DC and Danny Phantom, I always figure Dick Grayson and Danny Fenton being around the same age makes sense. Like, that 90-2000s tech and culture, the formation of the Justice League and the Meta Acts? It would make sense to have a time period with no basis for such things when it concerns Danny not reaching out to other heroes or for the Anti-Ecto Acts being slipped into law. And it wouldn't be weird for Batman not to hear about all the ghostly happening of Amity Park when he would primarily be focused on Gotham (and somewhat the League).

It feels like a good set up for Danny being a great mentor for others based off his own struggles as a teen vigilante with no preparation or proper support. He can finally reach out to other heroes, lend his own experiences and power to a fight even if he does decide to start retiring from the vigilante scene.

Then you have Dick Grayson trying to strike out on his own, form his own identity, and I feel like Danny would be weirdly intuitive? He immediately clocks Dick as a teen vigilante and is just there for him in the ways he always wished someone had been for him.

[redr0sewrites]

Werewolf!Jason Todd Imagine

🥀A/n: veeeerrry self indulgent. happy late birthday jason todd my beloved!!!

🥀Cw: afab!reader, filthy smut, werewolf kink (?), switch!jason todd, dom/sub dynamics, overstimulation, very slight sub/ puppy kink on jays end if u squint, breeding kink, porn w no plot, grinding, masturbation, knotting, oral (m and f receiving), size kink

🥀minors dni

Jason was shocked at how well you took the news that he was a werewolf. he expected you to be outraged, or worse, break up with him. intrigue- and maybe even arousal- was certainly not the reaction he had expected.

with you being a human, Jason was very adamant about not hurting you during sex- especially when it came to knotting. he explains that not only is he bigger than most, but during a full moon, or worse, a rut, he changes.

the first time you sleep together, he's so nervous, all slow and gentle, prepping you for at least an hour and making you cum twice before practically splitting you in half on his cock. he's all sensitive and needy, struggling to stay in control as his primal instincts battle against his self awareness.

he wants nothing more than to flip you over and fuck you senseless, breed you 'till your carrying his pups, and yet, he waits. even wheb you both begin sleeping together more frequently, Jason cares about you more than anything else, and he pushes down his desires in favor of your comfort. that doesn't mean they aren't still present, and a horribly timed rut coinciding with a full moon certainly doesn't help matters.

Jason is powerless to his own hormones, and at first he's telling you to stay away, trying to handle it on his own. you can tell he's desperate from the straining rasp of his voice behind the door to your bedroom, and after some pleading on your part, he finally lets you in- and what a sight to behold. his cock is already at full mast, twitching against his abdomen. his hand is still wrapped around the base of his cock, and his most recent release is drying on his tip. he's so hard it hurts, his balls and knot aching to be inside you. the low baritone of Jason's voice rumbles across the room, beckoning you closer. your squeezing your thighs together at the mere sight of him, at how much his dick has grown in his half-transformation.

hes so big, you aren't sure you can even take him, but you know damn well you're going to try.

his heat is growing worse by the minute, and Jason is practically growling at you by the time you make your first move. he moves to the edge of the bed, watching you like an apex predator as you sink down on your knees between his strong thighs, admiring his toned body as you descend. his claws dig into the sheets, and just your breath on his cock has him practicing breathing excercises to prevent cumming too early. he's hot and heavy in your mouth, and you can barely fit his knot down your throat, let alone his entire cock. his full balls slap against your chin, and he lets out a low keen, almost a whimper, when you begin to suck him off.

Jason struggles not to take over and fuck your throat entirely, desperately trying to keep his hips from pistoning up off the mattress as you blow him. a clawed hand nestles on top of your head, gently but firmly controlling your movements.

it isn't long before his first orgasm of the night is approaching, hightened by his hypersensitivity. the sight of you on your knees in front of him, all sweet and innocent and desperate to help him out has him emptying his load down your throat in just a few minutes.

"fffuuck- oh fuck, baby-" Jason moans, thighs twitching as you swallow his cum. his grip loosens on your hair as he moves to cup your cheek. you pull away, leaving a trail of spit between his tip and your lips. Jason growls at the sight, pulling you up onto the bed with frenzied haste.

"i need to taste you..." he murmurs, directing you to lay down. Jason watches you squirm towards the head of the bed, peeling off your own clothes in anticipation. "stay there," you coo, tossing your panties to the side, leaving you completely bare. "wouldn't want you to be an impatient pup, would we?" you tease, and he whines under his breath. he watches your little show with mock amusement, ignoring the desperate ache in his cock when you begin to mischievously tease yourself. at the sight of your glassy eyes and spread folds he groans, your fingers, tiny in comparison to his, rubbing swift circles on your clit combined with your scent overwhelms his senses.

"stop teasing," he murmurs, but doesn't move. "aw, can't have a little self control? what are you gonna do about it?" you whisper, spreading your legs wider and curling a finger inside. you moan out his name and make direct eye contact, watching how his eyes darken as you continue to touch yourself. his self control wavers for a second, then snaps completely.

he crawls towards you on the mattress, animalistic with need as he parts your thighs, revealing your glistening cunt, already wet from your ministrations. you pull your hands away, noting how his pupils expand at the sight of you. your chest heaves as his hand makes its way down your navel towards your clit. his free hand grips hard on the skin of your thigh, holding you in place and leaving crescent marks in its wake.

"should punish you for teasing me like that," he murmurs, his breath hot against your cunt. "y-you wont," you quip, spreading your legs just slightly to accentuate your words. "you're too needy. like a bitch in heat," you coo, and Jason curses before pinching your clit between too fingers. his claws provide extra stimulation, almost painful but not quite, and you let out a yelp of pleasure.

in response, you move to touch him, but he shakes his head. "hands off, 'want you t'focus on me," he slurs, leaning down on his stomach to inhale your scent. you stubbornly oblige, realizing how truly needy he is, and bring your hands up above your head so you can watch him intently.

Jason begins by circling your clit with his thumb, his claws gently grazing your sensitive skin. entranced by the sight of your pussy fluttering and clenching around nothing, he leans down to press a soft kiss against your aching cunt before licking a stripe up towards where he's circling your pearl. his pace never slows as he sloppily makes out with your pussy, sucking and swirling his tongue against your entrance while simultaneously rubbing harsh circles on your clit. his claws tease against your thigh, and you realize that he's humping the mattress as he's eating you out. he's so far gone he doesn't even realize, and the sight of his hips rocking against the bed in time with his tongue makes your cunt clench.

the coil in your gut tightens as you try to warn him of your upcoming orgasm and he shushes you, the soft vibrations of his words against your pussy making you buck your hips. "cmon, baby- ffuck- give it t'me. please... need to taste you.." he moans, grinding down even harder against the mattress. Jason's tongue laps against your aching hole, sucking and swallowing your juices as the coul in your abdomen snaps altogether. with a stuttering moan he cums too, not even pausing as he continues to ride out both of your highs. your bordering on overstimulation as he keeps sucking on your abused pussy, and you try to squirm away, only for him to pull your cunt flush against his face once again.

"one more, please baby, jus' one more, don' wanna hurt you," he moans incoherently against your entrance. you nod, and he lets out a few murmured thank you's against your flushed inner thighs before diving his tongue back into your cunt. slurping and sucking, he works you up slower this time, watching you squirm slightly from overstimulation. your previous orgasm left you even more sensitive than before and he'll gladly use that to his advantage.

removing his hand from your pearl, Jason hones in on your clit with his tongue, swirling in ways that make you see stars. his grip is firm on your thighs, large claws sinking into your soft skin. he's practically purring between your legs, moaning and mewling about how delicious you taste and how badly he needs you.

his fat cock is already hard, but he restrains himself from humping against the bed. he wants to savor the feeling of entering your pretty pussy, and edges himself to the thought of cumming inside of you. his pace becomes more fervent as your orgasm approaches, causing you to whine and buck against him.

Jason whispers out soft praises against your cunt, bringing you to the edge for the second time. your orgasm is even better than the first, and your eyes roll back into your head as a wave of pure bliss washes over you. Jason fucks you through it, unrelenting with his tongue until your squirming away.

your juices coat his face, and he doesn't hesitate to lick up the remains of your orgasm. you watch as he crawls up to you, capturing your lips with his own. you can taste yourself on his tongue, and it only makes you needier as Jason groans into the kiss. his cock is painfully hard and pressing against your thigh, and he pulls away to look at you with a pitiful expression.

"please, need to be inside you, ma," he begs, and you don't hesitate to allow him. "of course, baby, take what you need," you coo, cupping his face as he trembles. the pet name makes his cock twitch, and he struggles to restrain himself from fucking you right then and there. "are y'sure? i don't want t' hurt you.." he trails off, rubbing circles on your hips with his claws. your quite aware of the lust thrumming beneath the surface of his seemingly calm demeanor, the twitching of his fat cock and the consistent, slight rocking of his hips against your thigh gave him away.

"oh jay, you're so sweet, too good f'me, my pretty boy.." you coo, and he swallows hard. you gently push on his chest, flipping him over on his back. he's huge, all muscle and strength, and yet he melts from just your simple touches. you straddle him, and his head short circuits as everything around him starts to become fuzzy. when you take control it's like his head is filled with honey, leaving him all dazed and submissive for you. his eyes are wide and glassy as you situate yourself above his cock, teasing him by grinding down on him before slowly aligning his enlarged tip with your entrance.

"relax, honey. be a good pup f'me and take a deep breath," you coo, slowly starting to sink down on to his dick. Jason twitches at the feeling of your warm cunt beginning to suck him in. it takes everything in him to be a good boy, to not buck up into you and fuck you senseless 'till your drooling and whimpering, fucked full of his cum and begging for more more more-

Jason keens, struggling to differentiate between fantasy and reality while you struggle to take him in. his knott is thick, and his cock is bigger than ever before, which is to say, nearly impossibly huge. you can tell he's already too far gone to realize how much his cock is twitching, or even realize how he's shallowly humping up against you. his head is already so fuzzy, desperate to be inside you, but he doesn't want to hurt you either.

you swallow hard, gritting your teeth through the pain of the stretch as you sink farther down his cock. you're almost halfway there and Jason is already babbling, claws digging hard into your hips and hybrid ears pricked upwards. you brace yourself on his tummy, sinking down further until you've not only engulfed his knot but halfway down his length. Jason lets out a strangled whine, and you meet his desperate gaze.

"ffuck- can i- can i move, please, y'taking me s'well, wanna mate with you-" he babbles, claws digging into your skin in desperation. "mngh- not y-yet, baby, still gotta take you inside me," you manage out, and Jason nods, flushing an even deeper red at how needy he sounds. he's trying desperately not to blow his load and cum too quickly, but you're making it soo hard the way you're squeezing and fluttering around him.

you bite down hard on your lip, determined to take him to the hilt. you can tell Jason is nearing his breaking point, you know how painful his rut can be and you don't want him to wiat any longer. taking a deep breath, you sink down further and further, ignoring the pain of the stretch until your seated fully on his cock. Jason lets out a wanton moan, throwing his head back against the pillows as you grasp your bearings.

you slowly begin to rock back and forth on his cock, letting the pain melt into pleasure as his length reaches places you've never felt before. you let out a sharp whimper as his tip brushes your cervix, and Jason stills.

"wait- am i hurting you?" he gasps out between pants, immediately grabbing hold of your hips. "i don't want t'hurt you-" you cut him off with a kiss, struggling to control your breathing as his length twitches inside you. "no, honey, 'm ok, you're just so big, im not used to it," you admit, and Jason eyes you with worry. "are you sure? we can stop, i- i dont-"

"its okay, Jay, im okay, see?" you reply, trying to soothe his worries by increasing your pace. you immediately let out a soft moan as you grind down on his dick, and Jason follows suit. you can still see the anxiety in his eyes, when an idea strikes. you grab one of his large hands from your waists, bringing it to your stomach where an apparent bulge was forming from his size.

"fffuuck- see Jay? 'm not hurting, m just- o-oh- 'm so full, Jay, y'fill me so well.." you coo, increasing your pace yet again. Jason watches, mesmerized by the squelching sounds of your cunt with each thrust and the growing bulge in your tummy. Jason curses loudly, tears welling in his eyes as you flutter around him. "im so close Jay, fuck 'm so close," you whine, rolling your hips against his with increasing fervor. he lets out a near pathetic mewl, bucking his hips up against yours as tears stream down his face.

"oh fuck- shit, shit please ma im so close- mate with me please"

"o-oh- you can cum, baby, you can cum," you reassure him, grinding down harder as your release crashes through you. every nerve in your body is on fire as waves of ecstasy wash over you. you can barely breathe, barely think, everything replaced with him, him, him. the sight of you gushing around his cock and squeezing him like a vice brings Jason to the edge, and he cums in tandem with you, filling your pretty cunt with his seed and babbling out your name like a prayer.

"y'so good Jay, so so good f'me," you gasp out, slowing to a stop as overstimulation begins to overcome you. Jason, too incoherent to reply, merely nods, and you chuckle softly at his fucked-out state. his cock hasn't returned to its usual size, still swelled inside your heat. you don't make an effort to pull away, and neither does Jason, content in staying joined together for the time being. you lay down on his chest, matching your breathing to his as exhaustion weighs over you.

"thank you," Jason rumbles, hands running up and down your sides. "thank you so- hic- much-" you realoze he's crying softly, and the realization makes you tear up too. "why are we crying?" you ask, and he laughs. "i don't even know- i just love you so much," he replies, and you laugh too. you aren't sure if you're giggling or sobbing, but you do know that you're exhausted. you nuzzle into his neck, and Jason gently kisses your cheek.

"go to sleep," he murmurs. "you're human body can't take much more."

"oh, shut it," you reply, but don't argue. as you melt into his embrace, you let sleep slowly claim you, knowing that you'll clean up in the morning.

hhheeeyyyy guys. my only explanation is im ovulating rn. so. erm. yippee!!! 3k words of werewolf smut!!!!

[luceafarul-de-dimineata]

Zagan NSFW alphabet

This goes to my friend @katy-the-same-as-tsuki who's the biggest Zagan simp.

Aftercare

what they're like after sex

Sweet, as always. He'll help you take a shower and give you a quick massage to make sure that you didn't strain any muscle. He always carries a water bottle with him, because hydration is key, and gives it to you to drink a bit.

Body Part

their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's

He likes legs. His legs, your legs, anyone's legs. He's favorite work out excercise (other than sex with you) is running on the traidmill. He takes you out to gym dates where you both run together. He enjoys how the motion of running looks like, on him or you. If you squeeze him between your thighs, he will cum instantly.

Cum

anything to do with cum, basically

He's very scared of cumming inside because Astaroth told him way too many stories of unplanned human pregnancies. Even if he's fucking your ass or you're giving him a blowjob he'll pull out and cum on your back or face.

Dirty secret

pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs

He wants to get stepped on so much but he's too shy to say it out loud. Just, the thought alone of seing you from above as you put pressure on his chest or his back turns him on to an emberassing degree.

Experience

how experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?

He has had his fair share of sex. Of course, Solomon, duh, but I think he also did it with Paimon. I have no explination, I just feel it in my balls. Maybe Paimon got really interested in Zagan's charms since they're kind of stickers and Zagan showed him how he does it. And long story short, at some point they fuck. Like all good friends do.

He only had sex with people that took the lead and told him how to do it (or fucked him, let's be honest) so he still needs guidence during sex for at least the first few times.

Favorite position

this goes without saying

He likes to top since he enjoys moving. Anything where he has to move is fine by him, though he does prefere changing positions every so often. It's not good to only work one set of muscles.

Goofy

are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous?

Once he opens up to you, he starts being more goofy in the moment. Maybe cracking a few jokes here and there or booping your nose during aftercare. His laugh is deep yet so adorable, you get cuteness aggression from it. If you make a joke during sex, he'll stop and laugh before slowly picking up pace. He can be serious as well, don't get me wrong, but having someone he can be more open to is also nice.

Hair

how well groomed are they?

He trims himself, but doesn't wax. If the hair was too long it would itch and if it was too short his skin would become irritated from sweat and running, so trimming it is. He's quite stubborn about this so even if you asked him to wax he wouldn't.

Intimacy

how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect

He's sweet and once he gets to know you better, he likes to leave small butterfly kisses all over your face. Before sex, he likes to first slowly strip off your clothes and he let's you do the same for him. He kisses every inch of skin he can while caressing your cheek and staring in your eyes lovingly. He's still shy, but he likes being romantic in the moment.

Jack Off

masturbation headcanons

When he unexpectingly gets a boner, he slowly retreats into his room. He closes all windows, doors, covers every nook and cranny to make sure nobody can see him jerk off. He fucks his hand and he's very rough because he wants to have it done and over with as soon as possible. Once he's done he cleans everything off and runs back outside like nothing happened.

Kink

one or more of their kinks

Praise kink, Dom/sub dynamic and masochism. He gets very mushy if you praise him. He likes knowing that he's serving you well. He likes subbing most of the time because he enjoys getting ordered around and being told/shown what to do. He, like everyone in Gehenna, likes getting hit. He can endure a lot, so don't hold back.

Location

favorite place to do the do

Always inside. He's too shy to try and do it somewhere where he could get caught. His favorite is inside the room you summon during the H-scenes. It's a lot better since nobody can get in.

Motivation

what turns them on, gets them going

Seeing you at the gym would instantly give him a boner. Especially if you're wearing short clothes. He'll probably try to keep it together until he finally snaps and rubs your arm to get your attention. He has a problem and he thinks you could solve it. He won't force anything on you, but at least let him take a photo to masturbate to.

No

Something they wouldn't do, turn offs

He's not into domming that much. He feels very uncomfortable being put in a possition of power and he'd much rather you tell him what to do and how than the other way around. He's also against getting tied up. The main thing he likes about sex in general is the movement, and if he's tied up that kind of ruins the fun.

Oral

preference in giving or recieving, skills, etc.

He'd much rather give. He likes serving and being ordered around, so having your thighs wrapped around his head and using his horns for support as you hump his face is his own version of paradise.

If you tried to suck him off, he would, at first, try to push you away. Yet he won't you if you persist. He get really mushy while being given head.

Pace

are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?

He's the one setting the pace more often than not. It depends on his mood that day, but he usually starts of slow so you two can both adjust to the feeling before picking up pace. If you tell him to slow down or move faster, he'll oblige. He's very considerent of your comfort so he doesn't want to overwhelm or underwhelm you.

Quickie

their opinions on quickies, how often

He wouldn't do them unless you asked him to. I mean, of course, if you almost fainted from lack of devil energy, he'll find a dark corner and do it there, your life is more important than his anxieties. But he wouldn't go out of his way to have them either.

Risk

are they willing to experiment? Do they take risks?

He is willing to experiment as much as possible. He's very flexible both in body and mentality. He might be shy at first, but he'll get into it quickly. Just tell him before hand. He would feel very confused if, in the middle of sex, you started calling him "daddy". He's not against it per say, whatever makes you happy, just tell him so he isn't caught off guard by it.

Stamina

how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?

He has infinite stamina, but each round is quite short. It's not his foult that you're so pretty and so tight and you tease him so much he just can't last for long with so much stimulation. He'll go for as many rounds as you can, because he doesn't want you to wake up sore all over, but each turn lasts about 3-4 minutes.

Toys

do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partener or themselves

He doesn't own toys, but once his partner introduces him to them, he'll constantly ask to use them. On himself, mostly. His favorite is a butt plug with a bunny tail attached to it. He might ask you if he can keep it.

Unfair

how much they like to tease

Not that much. He would rather be teased by you. He would at most show off his shooting abilities when he notices you staring, but nothing more. You have an important job to do and he can't be the reason you get distracted. Go save the world and than you can ogle at him as much as you'd like.

Volume

how loud are they? What sounds do they make?

He's very quiet only occasionally letting out chocked moans and groans. If you tease him, he'll whimper and if you don't let him cum he'll whine. He's non-verbal, but he will thank you for the oportunity once you're done for the night.

Wildcard

a random headcanon for the character

Once Satan kicked him so hard that he came on the spot and now he's constantly trying to annoy Satan enough he does it again.

Yearning

how high is their sex drive

When he's with you, he does tend to get flustered and think about more impure thoughts, but he can focus if need be. Sex once every two weeks or something along those lines is enough for him.

Zzz

how quickly they fall asleep afterwards

It's very unlikely that your human stamina will outlast his, and even then he's careful not to fall asleep before you. He needs to protect you, and he can't do that if he falls asleep too swiftly. Also, he sleeps with his eyelids half opened (like a rabbit) and he doesn't want to freak you out with that.

[streets-in-paradise]

Field of Practice - Maximus Decimus Meridius x (Fem)Reader

Gladiator (2000) Oneshot

Warnings: captive man x kind captor lady ( reader is the daughter of Proximo, backstory explanation for this would be provided if i ever write a continuation). Charge me for use of the " good kidnapper, bad kidnapper" trope here, in correlation with a grumpy dad-sunshine daughter dynamic.

Summary: Intrigued by the most mysterious among the freshly arrived gladiators, you appeal to unconventional measures to endorse his worth to your father. Your every attempt to get closer to him fails, untill his protectiveness emerges with a grim reminder of his past.

Tags: @wildsaltair

Notes: At this point I don't give a fuck If this makes sense because this took me three days to write, so if it's cringe so be it. Those about to clown salute you 🤡

Glossary: Pa - Informal contraction I made up from the latin word pater, meaning father.

Testings for the newcoming gladiators were their oportunity to prove their worth, but Maximus had no one to impress. He couldn't care less about the situation and acted precisely as such when his time came, amusing the trainer of the school in charge of leading the excercise. His attitude had certainly annoyed the master, but he proceeded with cautious patience, perhaps suspecting something greater could be hidding underneath.

Proximo wasn't the onlyone getting that impression, and a small part of the audience echoed it. As soon as he was released from the evaluative instance, Maximus found the sight of your bright smile observing the situation from afar. Reaching only once his attention exposed your presence, it was curious for him to see the sweetness in your face contrasting with the harshness of the enviroment. The general turned slave had also noticed you dressed in roman fashion: blue tunic and a modest palla.

Like a glimpse of the world he left behind, you didn't belong there. He observed you, radiant of cheer, saluting the teacher before the next fight would take place, and in that precise moment the master put his small cosmos in order.

" GET BACK INSIDE! This is no place for you to strut."

Far from being disencouraged, you protested the command with playfull mischievouness.

" Gladiatorial fights may be manly territory, but some of the most intense fanatics are often women. Being ignored only makes us scream louder in the crowd: everytime you bring new men I can tell who will become the most popular. Call it feminine intuition, but it's never wrong. "

Giving a few temptative steps closer with the same playfull attitude, you delivered a conclussion before your interlocutor could get angrier.

" Was i wrong about Haken? When I meet him, I said he looked like the Hercules of the germanians and that is precisely what he brings to the arena. When he fights, I see Thor wearing his magical belt of strenght just like in those stories he tells. "

Praise made the teacher smile very differently from the dry amusement Maximus obtained for his challenging attitude. That was the pridefull smirk of a man sweet talked by a beautifull girl. One calling him by his name, acknowledging him as a man.

The mocking comeback of Proximo cutted you off before he could express any kind of grattitude, or you could deepen the compliment.

" You were wrong about gettting a leopard cub, now I'll have to raise the little bastard AND IT MAY TAKE A YEAR TO MAKE A PROFIT !!! TWO, IF I MAKE HIM MATE! "

" Surely faster than it will take for those giraffes you got." You mocked him in return. " You won't have to worry, I will take care of the baby."

From that point, it was clear the argument was going to pause the activities.

" I CAN'T LET YOU DO IT!! I know you are going to approach it as a ' raise him with love' activity and then RUIN THE BLOODY THING FOR FIGHTING!! "

Despite he made fun of you with the same irony and cynism he directed towards the gladiators, it was clear you were close because no master of that sort and in that situation would have been found arguing or reasoning with a slave.

However, your entusiasm proved you had no fear for ignoring the scolding.

" Love seeker and useless for fighting ... WE SHOULD NAME HIM PARIS!! After all, Paris wears a leaopard fur when Menelaus spots him for their fight. "

Suddenly remembering that giving him a hug in front of the new slaves wasn't a good idea, you lovefully adressed him instead.

" Pa, you are the best!! "

Amused of the altercate yet somewhat shocked by the reveal, Maximus ended up doing the unthinkable because your irruption had distracted him. He wasn't thinking right when the words came up from his mouth, voice slightly dry from the prolonged silence.

" Have you read The Iliad?"

That wasn't precisely what he wanted to ask, but it was wiser than wondering out loud if you were trully the daughter of his short tempered owner.

You giggled for him before the response, unaware of the feat you had just accomplished.

" Of course! Not all of us are savages ... and trojan war epics are the only reading material you find in every corner of the empire because the emperors justify themselves on it to the foreign people they submit. "

Sweet, but not foolish or naive, you were proving yourself to him and Maximus refused to fall for it. Regardless of his initial dissaprobal, your father didn't miss the oportunity you left served for him.

" Spaniard is a deserter of the legions and that is all we know about him ... What can you tell me? "

The mere idea that you could do any kind of correct guess on him caused a cocky smirk on the gladiator, as if he challenged you knowing you would never make it.

You raised your eyebrows with amusement, shrug one shoulder, and observed him in silence for an instant before pronouncing a verdict.

" He didn't desert out of cowardice, he has the glance of a man that has seen enough, that wanders lost and has abandoned life way before stumbling with captivity ... But there is a timid light in his eyes. A sparkle, not strong enough yet. When the flame will shine once more, he will burn down everything in his way."

For the first time since he spotted you, he found himself trully impressed. Your accustom to hopeless men must had given you a talent to read them, distunguishing them apart from the desperation of those who still craved life.

" ... I need him to stand up before me if you want me to get more specific."

Proximo gave the order and he had to raise up again to present himself for one more examination he didn't want to pass.

" imponent physique, but not threatening. He doesn't look sculped by the gods, this is the hard work of a man. A mysterious man, and empty void that could be anyone. Whoever his fanatics want him to be a replacement of, whatever hole in their lives they need to fill following his fights. Others may think of unveiling the mystery, many women would love the challenge. He could be a soldier, he could be a farmer, the protective escort of a merchant ... Who knows? But he feels approachable and he is handsome. Of softer facial features than your typical gladiator, but manly without question. "

You were pacing in circles arround him, slowly and attentively as your observations were. Despite you didn't do it with any lustfull implications, Maximus despised to be examinated as a luxury item. That was exactly what you were trying to achieve: convincing your father that he wasn't worthless waste fitting for sacrifice.

" I am not your champion, save your flattery for him. It means nothing to me. "

" Not my fault if you are blind to your worth for the crowd. " You simply stated, sweetly behind his back before reaching the full turn back to his front. " When it comes to the female side of it, our northen god over here is popular among married women but maidens find him frightening. He resembles the big-sized barbarian up to ravage them in roman cautionary tales … You, Spaniard? What I have in front is a mysterious rebel of raw virile beauty irresistibly dangerous, but never menacing."

Tension in the environment kept increasing as your speech became slightly more daring.

" Strong arms that would hold you without crushing you, soft looking lips and a manly beard … Young women will adore you, parents will accuse you of corrupting the virgins. "

" And I will be the first If you don't stop praising his virtues. " Proximo interrumpted you, warning both with his choleric expression but you in particular on speech. " ... That is exactly why people form wrong assumptions of you! In every village we step, they whisper you are an easy girl. "

You turned back to face him, evidently angered by the reproach.

" I AM A SINGLE WOMAN SURROUNDED BY SWEATY GLADIATORS ... What do you think they would expect? What i do matters very little, I am guilty by association. I learned to live with that because I am very much proud of my father despite of being the useless daughter he discovered in old age, that he can't even directly inherit his business to. "

Maximus looked at the side in search for his numidian savior, verifying if he was amused as he was with that attempt of manipulation tactic. They shared silent smirks under the impossibility of laughing.

Used as he probably was, the father didn't fall for it.

" DON'T COME AT ME WITH THAT! "

" My behavior is irreproachable: If I give your men my honest encouragement, it's never of the physical kind. If the corrupt minded women commenting I am a whore knew me for real, they will think I am a fool instead. "

Eyes back on the gladiator, you approached him friendly as matter of proving your point.

" You are safe with me, Spaniard. My admiration begins and ends in words, ask Haken if you don't trust me yet ... Only one more thing I may ask from you, and that would be knowing your name. At least in the limits of my father's home, I like to adress our gladiators by their names. "

He smiled for you, but no more words came out from him. You understood the message implicit on his silence.

" I guess I haven't earned it yet. Very well, so I will, eventually ... with some hard work and perseverance. I'm sure we will have enough time for it. "

It didn't take much longer for him to discover just how much perseverant you could be. In that place of pain and death, you would come to the men like light filtering through a crack. Asking them about their past lives, their stories, easing their fears, or bringing a last moment of peace for the less skilled ones that knew themselves about to die. He could tell you weren't raised in that cruel environment and approached it with the lessons of your different experience.

Why, despite complaining about it, your father didn't establish a harsher control stopping you from sneaking among the gladiators? He understood watching your effect in them. Doomed men would adquire a last glimpse from their lost sense of worth, resembling that strange mix between a powerless slave and a pridefull hero a gladiator was supposed to be. Broken by the life on the school, by the lead of your father, you would pick the pieces of those men and get them on their feet so they would give a spectacle worth to watch. From your part, the intention felt genuine. If you realized that was the one use your father found for you, that wasn't the motivation of your approach.

Maximus, or Spaniard, like you knew him as, observed every interaction in silence. When you questioned him about the fresh damage on his shoulder, he ignored the concern. Never seeking for your attention, he wanted to make you understand he would rather be ignored. Lost in his own tragedy, he accomplished it untill from the less expected of places something evoked it to him.

The scribe had begged for salvation at your feet. Careless for staining your nice tunic without the palla, you sat next to him and in desperate attempts of comforting him, you plotted a way of helping his case.

" We can make you my teacher!! Pa allways says that someday we will go to Rome. The new emperor is known for being a fanatic of gladiators, so we may have a chance soon if he lifts the prohibition. My problem is that the rudimentary bits of culture I have adquired are not enough for the capital … but you can change that. "

The frightened man smiled as he followed you in silence.

" With your help, when the time will come, I'll resemble a refined lady and maybe I will find a wealthy husband. If I present it to my father like an investment, not a matter of sparing your life, maybe he won't even get mad about it! The nature of his business makes it hard for me to find prospects, … I need all the help i can get."

You chuckled to your own self deprecating joke before deepening it.

" As you can see, I am a disaster. All I do well here is to make a sad man smile, but that is not enough if I want to really impress my father."

As if his will had been taken over by some vengefull entithy, Spaniard abandoned his letharge with loud, dark sounding laughter.

" See? He is laughing! Although I would like to know why. "

The casual mention of the man that ruined his life, a possible chance to get revenge presented to him and the irony that you represented in that context. Word by word, all the aspects of yourself you were mannifesting to the scribe would have been a delight for that bastard. He didn't know you for real, but it made him fear for you in advance.

With a sinister semblance, he informed you.

" If you ever step in Rome, Commodus will never let you go. "

Misunderstanding his words, heat raised on your face to the thought of finding your previous praise on him retributed.

" Ohh, Spaniard … That is adorable!! Very unrealistic, but I deeply appreciate your comfort. Specially because it comes from you. "

You gave a peck in the air on his direction, playfully blowing a kiss. He didn't reacted to it, not at least like you expected.

" That was not comfort, it was a warning. Stay away from that bastard. You analized me in order to discover which kind of unwanted attention from female admirors would follow me, I returned the favor. "

For the first time since your meeting, he was trully responding to you and you could only encourage him with entusiastical curiosity.

" And what can you tell of me? This is exciting, nobody tried it before. Certainly I can't understand what made you look at the daughter of the owner of a gladiator school in some distant provincial hell and conclude ' Sure, she would charm the emperor' "

The scared man of words shared a few nervous chuckles with you and only then you were reminded of his presence.

" ... I will plead your case later and come back with the answer … Would you let me have a moment with Spaniard? He is kind of shy and I am afraid he may stop talking to me if there are witnesses. "

He obbeyed your ask, not before thanking you one last time then reaching enough distance to abandon the conversation.

Still sitting carelessly with his back against a wall, the spaniard awaited for whatever would be the next step of your plan.

Taking off the leather ligaments keeping your hair in a tail, you moved your head so it would fall nicely and wildly. Then, you stood up and walked on his direction trying to feel as pretty as you could, as if he would be the buyer you needed to impress.

" Go ahead, be my measure of worth, … what do you have for me? Which one is the crowd were I should seek for a husband? "

You gave a slow twirl, allowing him to observe you from every angle and the reverse parody made him laugh.

" I can tell you have became your father's cheer to compensate the fear that you can't be his pride. I am almost sure he must be proud of you anyways, but you don't feel it in yourself. Since you can't find a husband, you have made of the slaves he trades with your field of practice. In your rehearsals, you turn worthless flesh into pridefull fighters. He knows it, so he ultimately allows it because it's good for business. He breaks the men untill they face they have became slaves, and you make them feel like men again in time for them to die when they are told to, but giving honorable performances. "

You smile had faded and you looked down, comfronted with an unconfortable truth. You could have given up, if it wouldn't be for the follow up of his grim commentary.

" And last, but definitely not least: you are beautifull. "

Your sparkle was back, surprised as you were with his statement.

" You think? "

He didn't intend to encourage you, what he had for you was more like brutal honesty coming from his frustrating position than actual praise.

" That scribe didn't have a girl as pretty as you worrying for him in his whole life and you must know it … And the germanian? Wrapped arround your finger, he smiled like a fool when you called him a god. On the outside world you have it hard, but here you are Helen of Troy watching the slaughter from the high tower. We are a cursed parody for the Age of Heroes and you are the missing piece in the recreated act. Any roman fanatic of gladiator fights would find that fascinating."

You colapsed next to him, sharing the surface of the same wall as support for your back.

" Very insightfull, even poetic ... but that is not enough. You pointed at the emperor, you spoke as if you knew him. There has to be something else you aren't telling me."

He realized of his emotionally driven mistake and quickly corrected it.

" I've heard rumours, that happens often in the army. They say his father was deeply ashamed of him. He failed at making him proud because he is cruel and whimsical, but desperately craves for validation. He wants to feel loved, among all things, and you are someone capable of finding beauty in the ugliest of places. You would charm him so fast, you wouldn't realize of your mistake in time. He would keep you captive, making you do for him what you do for those men ... A sword in your father's throat, and if you refuse he will make the head roll at your feet."

At that point you sensed he couldn't be talking of you: it felt too specific and personal. Whatever your talk with the scribe had awakened in him was taken as facade to deal with something he carried inside, a wound from his past.

" ... They made you hold the sword against the throat of an innocent and you refused to give the lethal blow .... That's why you deserted!! "

He let you have the partially wrong guess with a brief smile of comfirmation, because in that way he could at least satisfy your curiosity for him without revealing anything relevant.

Of course, he didn't consider that would only increase the already growing admiration you had for him.

" You are an honorable man ... YOU ARE A HERO!! I knew it!! I knew it from the first moment I saw you!! "

Despite he saw it coming, he didn't stop you from curling against him. It was the very first act of warm human contact he received since his friend of the road had healed his wounds, so he closed his eyes and pretended to not be enjoying of it until a lovely sigh from you got him staring back at you.

" ... What was that? "

He asked more playfully than angryly, trying to understand what he could have possibly done to cause it.

" Forget Rome and those boring rich men. Do you want to know what I think now, Spaniard? If I ever marry, I want my husband to be just like you."

You followed the confession with a chaste peck on his right cheek, but unfortunately got caught in the action by the arrival of his closest acquaintance there.

" Juba! " You sweetly saluted him, releasing the man beside you without leaving him before excusing yourself. " Your performance was excellent, ... did I forgot to mention it? You will do great in the arena, we are expectant about you. "

The terrible acting you pulled convinced no one.

" You are here for him, we all know that. "

" I can't play favorites, but he looked like he needed a hug. Have you seen the mess in his shoulder? And he wouldn't let me call a healer! " You complained with him once you were back on your feet. " Stubborn man is your fellow. "

You shared a few chuckles of agreement on an observation that was mutual, untill another irruption coming from behind him changed the course of the situation.

" There she is, ... the backstabber! Already seeking to try the softer arms of the spaniard? "

Haken was looking at you in mockfully played offense, as if he resented you would be siding with his competence. Despite it was certain that your interest in the spaniard was quite different from the playfull compliment exchanges you had with your friend, you didn't want to make him feel bad about it.

" What I said doesn't apply to me. I am not scared of you, that was for the girls in the crowd who have no idea that your huge chest is the casket for the big jewel that is your heart. "

The occurence was so intricate that he simply bursted into laughter looking at you smiling with innocence at the end of the phrase.

" Then I suppose you won't get frightened if I do this ... "

Without any more warnings, he easily picked you up from the ground in parodic representation of the insidious roman misconception you mentioned before. Your cheerfull screaming caught the attention of more bystander gladiators, circunstantial audience for the comedy.

Maximus abstained himself from entering the game in the role of your savior, the closeness you had briefly shared was enough for one day.

[nervousfandomlover]

Happy FFWF! What's the character you relate to the most in your fandom? Are they also your favorite character to write?

hi!! sorry for answering late, but here it is anyway!! and happy FFWF to you, to!

to begin, fandoms i’ve posted fics in on AO3:

MCU:

the one i relate to most is Tony, because of his self-sacrificial tendencies ahem Endgame AHEM; as for who’s my favorite to write, here i have to say him and Steve, their relationship is quite dynamic—they have similarities, and yet opposite belief systems.

One Piece:

this is an easy one, for both questions it’s Zoro and Sanji (and also Usopp for who i relate to). both because of their self-sacrificial tendencies Thriller Bark, the entirety of WCI, Sanji for his hoplessly romantic attitude, Zoro for his loyalty and Usopp for his cowardice and low self-esteem. as for writing, Z&S are by far my favorites—the push and pull of their relationship always keeps me on my toes, no matter the situation (arguments are a given with them and i think that’s fun and interesting, regardless of the plot).

now, for the other fandoms, in no particular order:

Sonic the Hedgehog:

Games

Shadow is the one i relate to most here, because we have a real shitty memory and trauma-related amnesia LMFAO also, we both lost loved ones. for who’s fave to write, Sonic. his free, chill, cocky attitude is a breath of fresh air—plus, his banter, especially with Eggman, is fun to write.

Movies

another easy one, i relate to Stone the most, because of his unyielding loyalty. and, yes, he is also my favorite to write. he makes a good excercise in writing an unreliable narrator (there’s no way this man cares about anything besides Ivo 🙂‍↔️🙂‍↔️).

Undertale:

Sans, for both. i relate to him because we both have/had to deal with depression, and he helped me a lot in not giving in to it at my worst. as for writing, the only slightly difficilt thing about writing him is puns (as English is not my native language), but his easy attitude makes up for it.

Pokèmon:

Anime

i relate to both Ash and Serena the most. Ash because of his love of adventure and his hyperfixated attitude, and Serena because of the passion she puts in what she loves. as for writing, my fave is definitely Ash—i don’t really have to make up a reason for him to do something, he dives into things headfirst by himself.

Professor Layton:

i relate to the Professor himself the most, because of his love of mysteries and his logical-driven character. for who’s my favorite to write, it’s the Professor and Luke: the Professor because whatever he puts his mind to he does, and Luke for his general kind attitude towards the world.

… and that’s it lol

thanks for the question!

[amymbona]

Thinking about Patrick with ballerina!reader I personally think even if he didn’t get it he would still go to her rehearsals and recitals and he’s just in awe of how beautiful she looks when dancing

-🧸

Bear emoji you're making me wish I was a ballerina once again :(

Again, the gentle girlfriend x Patrick Zweig dynamic, once again making it clear that he deserves to and should have an ethereal being by his side.

In this case, both of you are deeply dedicated to a certain physical activity, excercising regularly and spending a lot of time just stretching together and admiring each other's bodies in so many different ways.

Each time Patrick attends one of your rehearsals, he falls in love with you once again. Seeing you in your tight shirt, sheer thighs and a pink fluffy skirt convinces him that angels can be real and that you are one of them. The usual lust he feels so often evaporates into something much more intimate, as if you were the only person dancing on the stage. He's absolutely mesmerized with the sight of you.

Patrick can't help but admire the smooth and graceful movements of your body, how long your limbs suddenly look, the hint of usual melancholy in your expression as you spin around. He's in awe, staring at you like an idiot with an open mouth, unable to grasp how the hell you are doing that.

Then later, at home, Patrick calls you his angel and his white swan (that being the only ballet he knows), and caresses your body in the most tender of ways. He doesn't even wanna have sex, and that's rare, instead just asking to see you how nature has made you, sprawled out on your bed, admiring your beautiful body.

[dance-in-the-morning-glow]

one could think i wrote "Guess" with will wood's "your body, my temple" on loop bc if this song isn't flo/cutler-coded idk what is.

no one asked for this but here's me analysing the second half of the song (doing it for the whole song would take forever, i’m not up for that and i already feel guilty for not working on my wip instead) and comparing it to Guess and flo's and cutler's relationship in general because the uncanny parallels have been haunting me ever since i've listened to @rattenmann’s playlist for the first time.

CW: sexual themes, religious imagery, power imbalance

first off, the song is about devotion wrapped in obsession. about power and submission. and throughout, there’s this intense religious imagery — something that fits eerily well with the undercurrents of their dynamic.

the title alone and its repetition throughout the song play into beckett’s mindset. it’s not just a temple. it’s *my* temple. this subtle possessiveness is so utlhs!beckett-coded, because he would never outright admit to wanting to own flo, but he does. he worships her, yes, but it’s not pure, but a worship laced with control, with wanting to have a claim on her. he wants to believe he is the one in control. he believes he holds the reins, but that belief is what blinds him.

"I'll be your blessing in disguise, whip the mask off my good side"

cutler beckett is a man who wears masks. his entire public persona is calculated and refined: the impeccable wardrobe, the measured words, the air of authority. he exists within layers, constructing a version of himself the world is meant to see.

but florence gets glimpses of him, whether he likes it or not. she recognises the man beneath the polished exterior, the one who hides his affections even from himself. and beckett, despite his best efforts, wants her to see. he wants her to understand his devotion, even as he refuses to express it plainly.

"I'm all stripped down naked for you / But still asking you to loosen up my buttons baby"

that's it. that's the fic. literally. the entire scene is an excercise in stripping him down (flo quite literally undoes his buttons), but more importantly, metaphorically. it’s a slow unmaking of the man he presents to the world. florence is peeling him down to something raw and vulnerable. he's enduring a slow, deliberate deconstruction of his appearance, the symbol of his status and control.

what's more is that he's initiated the whole thing by - well - asking her for it by bringing up the dagger, which, considering everything, is almost an invitation. he wants to be undone, but he also wants to believe it's still his choice.

"You've got my whole world in your hands, got this little blue spot / And you really ain't got no idea how much of this orbits you, now do ya, honey?"

this is beckett's entire dilemma with florence. he's convinced himself he's the one controlling the situation, but in reality, he's orbiting her. everything he does around her is shaped by her presence. she’s under his skin, in his thoughts, in his desires. and she doesn’t even fully realise the extent to which he revolves around her.

"Please relieve me of my dreaming / I'm kneeling, begging, pleading / For my savory-sweet release of death"

not only do these lyrics convey a deep longing and desperation, but what comes to mind (probably not intended, so that's just me) is “la petite mort,” the french phrase for orgasm (literally: the small death, also referenced in hozier’s angel of small death and the codeine scene which is another song i’m absolutely normal about). and florence holds him in that precarious space between power and surrender. he hates how much he wants this, hates how much she affects him, but it doesn’t stop him from following her orders, sinking to his knees and ultimately pleading for his release.

"Oh, I wanna die, I wanna die, I wanna die, I wanna die, I wanna die, I wanna die, I wanna die / So I can taste your name on my final breath"

this repetition underscores the speaker's willingness to sacrifice everything for a moment of connection - or in this case, beckett's willingness to sacrifice his pride for (pardon my french) getting fucked nasty. it mirrors the explicit loss of control, and the visceral descriptions of beckett’s physical and emotional unravelling make his submission feel like a kind of metaphorical death. the death of his persona, his pride, his carefully cultivated self-control. in a broader sense, it could also reflect his subconscious willingness to overlook the warning signs about florence’s true nature. he sees the signs, but ignores them, because… what? because he’s that desperate to hold onto her.

“Am I supposed to call this flagellation?”

also feels relevant for beckett’s state of mind — part of him fights against the idea of his submission, yet the humiliation and power imbalance seem to fuel his desire rather than diminish it. and again, it is kind of self-inflicted.

“Trade confessions for questions / Just us second-guessing, I guess”

this speaks to a dynamic where clarity is elusive, where instead of honest revelations, the characters remain locked in a cycle of questioning each other’s motives. flo's and cutler's entire relationship is built on veiled intentions and unanswered questions. neither of them communicates plainly. neither truly knows the other’s motives. florence, in particular, is deliberately vague, keeping beckett off balance, ensuring he never fully knows where he stands. and in Guess, this line is so fitting for beckett’s own internal struggle, him questioning why he’s going along with this, second-guessing his own actions even as he continues forward.

“Now am I missing the message? / Its essence goes over my head like a halo / Like a halo, like a halo!”

he is missing the message. something profound is happening, but he can’t quite grasp it. much like how he fails to fully see florence’s role in everything that’s been happening; the attacks, the chaos, the way his carefully ordered world has been unravelling since she’s walked back into his life.

admitting to himself that something is off would mean facing an uncomfortable truth. so, instead, he overlooks it. suppresses it. lets it pass right over his head. there’s a meta post i wrote some time ago that briefly touches on that.

“The wine in my veins fermenting my brain”

beckett’s feelings towards florence cloud his judgment, and dull his rational mind. fermenting my brain even suggests that they’re growing stronger over time, becoming irreversible even.

“My body, my bread, it’s all gon’ rise again”

this could be taken very literally in the context of the fic. other than that, it suggests a deeply physical, almost sacrificial act of offering oneself. the resurrection is both literal (his body reacting to her control) and figurative (his identity shifting under her influence).

“So be my golden calf like a fresh cut of veal / After all, we’re both dead meat”

the golden calf is a biblical symbol of false idols — something people worship despite knowing they shouldn’t, and in a way, she is his. because let’s be real, he should know better. the warning signs are there, but he chooses to ignore them.

the phrase “we’re both dead meat” suggests an inevitable downfall. which happens — not in Guess of course, but utlhs. they are consuming each other, playing a game that ends badly.

“My forbidden honeydew, honey, do you need a hot meal? / Just save me half, yeah, I could eat”

this again ties into the theme of consumption and hunger. i love the forbidden honeydew metaphor because a part of beckett knows he shouldn’t indulge in this - in her - but he does anyway. he always does.

so in conclusion, did i have this song on loop while writing guess? no. but i damn well could have. so (for probably the 100th time) thank you @rattenmann for introducing it to me <3

[corbits-comet]

writing tools tips and tricks I personally use

I write historical fiction and am very detail oriented and also highly forgetful so this is the stuff I use to plan my story and so I don’t forget stuff

STUFF U NEED

-notebook or google doc (I use a combination of both) 

-internet access or a public library and the ability to read 

-your big beutiful brain you’ve got swirling around up there 

You really don’t need any fancy shit

  PRECURSORS. 

You’ll need to come up with a concept or a character dynamic you like. For me it came with: two detectives who have a bitter rivalry, and then the setting, extra characters and plot line fell into place. 

Day dreaming— this is a vital step, as soon as you get a concept, or even just a character dynamic in your head, put on some of your favorite music that you feel like might match the vibe and get imagining, just play around see what happens

Write that shit down. It seems stupid but trust me write down ever little idea you have, nothing has to go in order, you can write the ending and then the beginning and then the middle for all anyone cares. If you get ideas for scenes or side characters halfway through developing your main characters WRITE IT DOWN. Even if it’s shit and dosnt get used. 

Start stitching stuff together, start weaving in your favorite troupes, plot lines and ideas, for me it went from the rivalry to then the idea of a stalker, then the additional idea of adding political rivalry, murder, aristocracy and eventually a fully fleshed out story. Just keep adding stuff until it feels round, you can always add and subtract 

Now character work. For me at least I don’t need to know everything about the story before I start writing but I do need to know everything about the characters. I start with just doing a big infodump on each characters personality traits and their function in the story. And that’s it for now, that’s the first step. The second one is I go through the dynamics between the main characters, for example I have two main characters so I write about how they feel about eachother respectively, and then how each of them feel about the villan, the stalker, and a few other main characters etc. this will help you with scenes and character development. The third and final one I like to do is actually a character work excercises off tumblr (I found it on Pinterest here’s the link, https://www.pinterest.com/pin/1038501995319442405/ no clue who wrote it so if anyone knows I’ll gladly credit them <3) and after that I usually have a pretty good grasp on what my main characters think and feel about most things in the story. You can go farther by I typically don’t

Alright by now you probably have at least an idea of what kind of setting you want to have your story in so now it’s time to start worldbuilding. Like I said I mostly write historical fiction so this step will look a little different if you’re making your own world and stuff but the basics are pretty much the same. RESEARCH. Find and read anything you can on anything relevant to your story, for me that’s geographical locations, town layouts, early zoning, social hiarchies, medicine, law and religion, as well as the functions of certian poisons used for the murders in my story. But this can look like anything. Writing FNAF fanfiction? Get prints on the layout, and if you’re making your own look up layouts of old 80’s pizzareas and accounts from people that worked there. Get the links and keep them all on a document, for later…

Lists. While all this is happening I have two lists going, one of things that I know I want to happen in the story. You don’t have to have a coherent plot line, just a general idea and then as you start working on it you’ll accrew some ideas, write these down. Even if they’re shit. You want forced proximity with the main rivals? Do it. You want a certian character to get hurt? Do it. They don’t have to have a sensical order, this is so you don’t lose track of all the cool stuff you think of. The second list is one of side characters. They don’t have to have names yet, a few of mine are ‘old richy rich mcmoneybags’ and ‘crazy old bag McGee’ and then a brief character description about what they do in the story. These characters can be even more important than the main ones, and ones your readers will remeber forever.  

And the last is one of the best writing advice I’ve ever gotten. Write your first draft like total shit. It’s a map for your story, for you to go back in and fill in later, if you think of something for the future midway, put it in and fix it later. And most importantly; you don’t have to write in order. Write what you know, what you’re excited for. Just tiny scene by tiny scene. And then start stringing them together and fill in the gaps

Now go my minions. Write your story’s. also! Tumblr writing advice can be worth its weight in gold.

[angeldeviloshi]

In a work like csm where relationships romantic and platonic are assigned roles and contextualised through ownership, the way Angel Devil notes his relationship w the girl from his village is kinda interesting due to its referral solely based in the giving and reciprocation of love.

Like!! Their relationship is often framed in the context of het vs gay arguments that the significance behind the nuance gets overlooked I think.

I've made a (now deleted) post before of Angel Devil's relationship w the girl in the lens of ownership too to align with csm's overall depiction but the distinction is noteworthy I think.

In the implications of the dynamic of Angel's standing and relationship w the villagers vs his position under PS.

That his skin was mostly exposed as he mingles with the villagers while he excercises caution even as he's fully covered in uniform under Public Safety. To the village he was integrated as an equal despite being a devil, despite being a natural predator, killer.

That his relationship w the girl is defined not in social constructs, (e.g boyfriend/girlfriend) but someone who loves and is loved.

And you can extend this to the framing of family too.

Like!! I've been going down the rabbithole thinking about the nature of Angel's relationship w the village girl, that the village is his teacher too, he's taught how to speak so he can communicate with them, how to swim so he can join them in the sea, they build him a house so he can live like them.

And then he learns how to love like them. It's so rich with parallels, this is why I say he's a prism.

I guess what I'm getting at is that there's an interesting balance here in that Angel's in a position where he's a recipient of the village's love and teachings, allowing him to grow into them while being capable of killing them.

He's subject to the village's kindness & hospitality and they're subject to his passivity forming a trust that enables him to expose his skin in their company, evening them out in circumstance.

And even so, his perception of his relationship w the girl is void of roles, simply in what she has given him, taught him to feel. He is a devil with nothing given something beyond, even against what his existence entails.

That the implication is that he isn't taught to live up to social constructs in such a relationship with the girl and that opens up exploration on what romance, love entailed/means for the girl with him. And in turn what he comes to understand about romance, love from her. And the dynamic it comes with.

Also it's... kinda both resonant and counter to Yoshida's bear analogy with the way it turned out in the end.

That Makima is the one who introduces him to this reality, disrupting this equilibrium as she erases this context in him, and what's left are what he feels he owes the villagers, humans, in his guilt.

The transactionality of his weapons, of himself. Bond turned into debt.

[moonshynecybin]

💗 for the ask game!!

a fic you’ve reread again and again and why!

okay this is long and rambling and contains ships i dont even CARE about anymore but here are the fics i KEEP rereading over and over again. no motogp on here yet cuz frankly i havent had the space to reread them without the accompanying braininsane etc, but these are the ones i pull up when im gonna be on a plane for ten hours or whatever:

and these, from atoms by kay_cricketed, charles/erik, xmen

NO ONE. has ever written a post xmfc fic that has adequetely addressed that character dynamic imo. EXCEPT THIS GUYYYYYY... tragically unfinished but worth it for the way it understands charles and erik's issues, opinions, affection, trauma, and politics (mostly).

The Fire Sermon on Mount Cyllene by kangeiko, prost/senna, f1

insane in the membrane vintage f1 yaoi spontaneous genderbend fic. it WHIPS

God Loves A Medic by stewardess, roe/speirs, band of brothers

listen this ship is insane but this fic is GOOD... eugene roe has healing hands....

the yungmeng accords by cafecliche, wei wuxian and jiang cheng, the untamed

the BEST thing about the untamed is the horrifically broken sibling relationship at its center. this fic understands that tragedy and ALSO understands that it can never quiteeee be remedied, but it matters that they LOVE each other... so good so yummy

in the shadow of your wings by Enochian Things (Salr323), destiel, spn

literally just so funny that cas gets an italian boyfriend and it kinda breaks dean's brain. love to reread for the schadenfreud

the long hangover by coffiocake, superbat, dc comics

another ship idrc about BUT. this fic is so good and i'd bet everyone has surface level familiarity with these characters enough to have a good time. FUN use for dramatic irony and presumed death... yayyyy

trust falls and probability excercises, vasquez/faraday, the magnificent seven

fr i dont even care about this MOVIE like at ALL but again this fic is fuckinggggggood. explores luck as a superpower AND another presumed death thing. arguably my fav trope sowwy

a few degrees warmer by bigboobedcanuck, winniz, band of brothers

WINNIX NATION. ARE YOU OUT THERE.....

in our line of work by enjambament, arthur/eames, inception

watched this movie once and went okay. that happened. anyways this is if the gay guys involved lived out ten yrs of married life and then. WOKE UP. and it was a DREAM. agony etc

ordinary numbers by BootsnBlossoms, Kryptaria, 00q, james bond

DONT care about this ship again. um. GREAT fic i reread her all the time <3

the salt king by ladyblahblah, sidgeno, hockey rpf

hockey rpf is just GOOD FICTION !!!!! and this is probably my MOST reread fic maybe ever except the band of brothers ones... geno is a selkie sid is a fisherman and they DIE and get re-incarnated into HOCKEY PLAYERS.... awesome

[hotasfahrenheit]

Almond's mom's almost instant transition from over protective, over bearing, potentially controlling mother to orchestrating their trip to help Peak and being clearly in full support of Almond and Latte's relationship AND Thanwa and Peak is really fantastic, actually.

as frustrating as Peak's continued inability to tell his father the truth is, i do appreciate the contrast between the parents and the situations- Peak has been hiding from his father because his father is trying to control where Peak lives and who he is with, and Peak is afraid of upsetting him so he has been hiding, and he's not been able to get up the nerve to tell his dad what is going on even after his father caught him kissing Thanwa, which has exposed his situation, and he remains unwilling to tell his father the truth so everything is getting worse for him; Almond has been hiding from his mother where he's living because she is trying to control where he lives (and with her belief in fortune telling, who he is with to a degree), and Almond is afraid of upsetting her so he has been lieing, but when his mother catches him out, he comes clean, gives her a tour, and is honest about his situation and the reasoning behind his choices, and she accepts all of this so everything for him is instantly better.

anyway i was sure i was going to dislike Mond's mom at first but then by the end of the episode she was great; Peak's dad had a couple moments peeking through that show he could also be capable of being a fun dad if Peak can be honest with him and allow him to understand what's going on. i think it's of note that he saw Thanwa and Peak kissing and didn't treat Thanwa rudely after that, he's just upset that Peak has run off and wouldn't talk to him and has been dodging out on his responsibilities at home. like when Jane shows him excercise moves to distract him, and Thanwa asks to join in, he's enthusiastic and friendly, so i have a feeling it'll be okay. this is clearly going to lead to a parent-child reconciliation, but idk i feel like the set up is actually laid in the story this time unlike a couple of the unearned ones we've gotten the last few weeks in other shows.

this got real rambly! oops. anyway. parental dynamics in Knock Knock, Boys! are interesting and i really love this show way more than i expected to, it is such a gem. for so many reasons.

[bellshazes]

CLOVER C2 pleaaaaassee

did you know c2 is already 2700 words long for some reason? i didn't because it's incomplete as fuck. c2 is for cleo, because she's the other half of the kazuhiko role. here's a very tenuous take on the martyn&cleo dynamic here - martyn is bols, because i think it's very fucking funny for the double life thing. unfortunately i'm not settled on scott's role in all this - he does for sure give cleo the tranpsortation quest but the why is in the air, and it means i may scrap this. i still think it was a fun excercise though:

“You look good,” said a voice from behind them, as Cleo wrenched themself upright, scowling at the body they’d just incapacitated.

“Hello, Martyn. Don’t you have someone else to bother?”

She could hear his smile. “You and me, we belong together. Looks like we’re both after the same thing.”

With great effort, trusting for better or worse Martyn’s crooked moral code, Cleo turned her body around and laid a heavy hand on Pearl’s shoulder. “Whatever you’re up to, I don’t want any of it. So you can leave us alone, thank you.”

He had the gall to prop his arm on the handlebars of the flying cycle he rode in on and set his chin in that hand, almost looking contrite despite the considerable anonymous backup of what Cleo clearly recognized as black ops agents behind him. “You have to know I can’t let you do that, even if we’re soulmates. If you’ll just come quietly...”

Cleo didn’t give that statement any less respect than it deserved, whispering firmly to Pearl to step closer as they called their gear to readiness, hand transforming into a wide plumed shield that covered Pearl and herself and just enough of Tilly to keep him in place without obscuring his too-shiny toothy snarl.

“If you want to rekindle our old thing,” Cleo grit out, not relenting the defensive stance, “promise to leave the girl alone.”

“Sure,” Martyn said coolly, a pep in his step as he clambered down with annoying grace from the bike stalled in the air. “I knew you knew we belonged together. You and me against the world.”

Some belonging to then lunge at her as soon as Pearl was dragged backward by her grip on Tilly, even as Cleo’s pulse rose and took her patchwork body memory back to well-trod grooves.

Pearl screams, and when Cleo makes the mistake of turning sharply toward the distress, it’s only the doll whose fur is beginning to tear away from its metal body, undercarriage clearly bent and warped under the onslaught of the briefly forgotten black ops.

“You said not to touch the girl,” says Martyn, dual blades crossed above Cleo’s neck and pinned deep into the ground on either side. “The dog, though -”

[stillness138]

visual/art things in the Hades 2 technical test i don't like

it was said and is being said already that most of the character sprites have less dynamic poses, or that Aphrodite's face looks, for the lack of a better term, yassified,... it's actually quite a frequent topic in the tag. and i think looking closely despite the excitement is a good excercise! so let's.

i've seen a sentiment that everyone has been made (more, in some cases) conventionally attractive, and i disagree with that a little bit. depends on your definition of convention, but while it's a look popular with many, i wouldn't say Hecate's abs for example are necessarily mainstream. another point i've seen was that Demeter looks younger. i kinda agree, but i don't think it's intentional, because it's quite subtle. she's mostly just missing the defined cheekbones.

the thing about this game's art seems to be that it's a little less sharp, the lines are thinner, shadows are smoother. i think it's an attempt to look more detailed and realistic compared to the first game. i'm not sure how i feel about it. i understand the want to improve or change up, but at the same time the lack of hard shadows and highlights, while it might come across as more realistic, also leaves the sprites a little bland. and i was going to bring up Poseidon as an example where the newer style fits in with visibly older sprites, but he still feels noticeably different in how he's shaded compared to say Moros.

i also agree that the poses are simpler and in most cases less dynamic; Mel is fine and the fact she can change during dialogue adds to it, Hecate looks good too. Nemesis is justifiable since she seems to be standing guard. i think they're simpler maybe because now everyone has a detailed environment backdrop as well, it's especially bold in the olympians' case, but i do hope characters revealed in the future have more dramatic or interesting poses. Selene gives me some hope.

Artemis is definitely unfinished. her sprite lacks any bolder linework or shadows, the coloring is very dull. it really sticks out like a sore thumb as of now. but her boon icons having those letters, likely placeholders too, make it more apparent that she's not finalized yet.

now, this might be controversial, but...i don't like Apollo's design that much. in his case, i definitely wish he had a cooler pose, for his bow/lyre to be a lot more prominent. the outfit is fine, i'm kinda on the edge about it. on one hand, all the colors and shapes work, on the other, maybe not together? but what makes it all bad for me is his actual appearance. i wish his hair was wilder, actually committed to it, and brighter. i wish he wore either more elaborate jewelry or more of detailed armor pieces. i wish he had heavy freckles, vitiligo or some other skin condition to reference the surface of the sun. i think in part this is definitely a case of being spoiled by fanart, but yeah. i'm not vibing with him as much as i hoped i would. i like this design because while the outfit isn't detailed, the freckles and pose make up for it. the hair, choppy like irregular sunrays, is cool too. this one i like too, it's less crazy but still has its own flair, distinct from the rest of the first game, and the lyre/bow design is beautiful. this one is a bit out there but it's pretty cool as well imo, with apparent callbacks to Artemis in hair texture, birthmarks/crests, and the shoulder pelt.

lastly though, Aphrodite. the good! referencing Ares's warpaint is sweet. i like the armor pieces. in general the pose is tasteful, and the long ass banners coming from her spear kinda add some needed drama to it. the spear and shield themselves have nice designs in line with Aphro's overall aesthetic. but the bad... i don't like her face all that much either when compared to her sprite from the first game. there, i liked that her lips aren't exaggerated in any way. compare that to Athena (her shade of lipstick is absolutely amazing tho). but it felt more, i dunno, like trying to convey some natural beauty? in 2, she got that barbie doll treatment. reminds me of witcher 3 female npcs' faces and that is not a good thing. people have said that she looks thinner - her arms definitely do. and maybe because of that they also seem a bit too long to me. she suffers from the lack of hard shadows and highlights a lot, putting both her sprites next to each other really shows the difference in approach. like, overall it's a pretty and perfectly fine sprite, but...there is a but. a part of that but is definitely our expectations and uncertainty about the new direction the sprite art seems to be going in. to give nuance to the other side, we're also still in a pre-early access stage. on the other hand, the other olympians we've seen don't look unfinished the way Artemis does and it's quite likely these sprites is what we'll go into full release with. there was no reason to change Aphrodite's face, and we're allowed to not like it. leaving well-meaning feedback can be effective! and i would encourage it. with emphasis on well-meaning.

i also think the icon for gold in Hades 2 should be just a single coin, because a little hoard of them looks too much like the moly flower icon from a distance.

[hxbiris-m]

@jinjahime said: when did avira and shuhei first meet? when did avira first realize she had feelings for him? was it early on into their dynamic, or did it take a long time? what's her favorite thing about him?

SHIP MEME || ACCEPTING!

OH BOY YOU OPENED THE FLOOD GATES HERE WE GO

So Shuhei and Avira were actually in the same class in the academy together. Thats how they met. They weren’t too close in the beginning of the academy by they got closer in their last two years, especially when the joint training excercise took a dark turn for the worst. These two were the only two who survived in their sixth year from that attack. All their friends were killed and both of them were traumatized from that situation. Avira didn’t want to leave Shuhei alone after all of that.

They grew distant a little after graduation. Shuhei got his step into the ninth, Avira got her step into the 13th but as Shuhei got into the Sereitei commission, they started working together more with her work. Avira did get a poem published and got a ton of encouragement.

When Avira transferred to the first, I imagine in Lieutenant meeting afterwards, Shuhei often went to visit Avira often and she really did enjoy to see him.

It took a LONG time for Avira to find out she actually like Shuhei. She never really experienced romance in her life because she had been so focused on her goals (She’s also like is a dense motherfucker. She cannot tell when someone’s flirting with her or if she’s flirting) Not to mention the whole finding out you’re the Soul King’s mouthpiece/bridge is a whole other thing to unpack. Regardless, Shuhei did confess to her before the Fake karakura town arc. And it was such a whiplash to Avira because she was genuinely worried about putting him in further harm (She does tell him about the bridge shit before this) but she doesn’t give a response and she just runs because she doesn’t know if she’s going to live through this or not and doesn’t want to drag Shuhei into her hell with her.

Anyways after Aizen’s defeat is where they hit things off after they talked about what happened. (Avira DOES feel bad about what happened and not giving Shuhei an answer. While Shuhei feels bad for trying to answer him at such a ROUGH time)

Avira’s favorite quality in Shuhei is actually his way of being able to fight fear in his own way. (I could talk about for hours how much Shuhei and Avira’s views of fear intertwine because they both agree on the core principle. Fighting without fear is nonexistent to them both. They just go in different ways about it. Fear froze Shuhei a bit, it pushes Avira forward.)

[ohmytamara]

Then there was a time when I was borrowed for an evening to other Mistress. We're still in the opening months of this relationship.

Hottest thing about it was that my consent was assumed. Like I was considered a part of a household, like a frying pan, that could be borrowed to a friendly neighbor if needed. I mean, I would consent if asked, no question about it. Before, there were times when I would pay for a session with Dominatrix. And here I was rented to a novice, a fairly experienced sub to train on. Lovely!

My Mistress had this lovely young woman under her wing who recently started domming. My role that day was to serve as a training excercise for her, and also to kinda 'spy' for my owner. Mistress wanted to know more about that person's ways and also her relationship with her submissive husband. In short, my Mistress had doubts whether her friend is not directed from the backseat by her sub. I mean, nothing wrong about it if you ask me, there are all sorts of dynamics that are satisfying for all people involved and there is no right or wrong way to do things as long as all consenting parties are satisfied. Also, switches are cute. But my Mistress somehow saw it as heresy. Oh well.

Anyway I spent lovely evening with them. There was this kind of newbie enthusiasm in all she did, backed by all kinds of expensive costumes she bought in her newbie enthusiastic shopping spree. And I noticed how all she did to me was nevetherless targeted at her squirming, chastised, packed in rubber suit hubbie. It was so cute, you know, to be just a conduit for their love. The lust in her voice, when spanking me, she turned to him to call him cuckie. For me, it was most fulfilling.

Anyway, my Mistress went fixed that. She planned to make professional domme out of that one, as she saw fit. And begun to teach her about inferiority of subs. To basically see them as meat bags with money. Soon after we heard about how she locked her husband in chastity cage and fed him viagra. My Mistress found it funny, I found myself badly shivering.

Few years later, when I was free, I heard that young woman made a name for herself. Among both dommes and subs she was known as unreliable cheater, someone who takes money and does not deliver, who ignores safe words etc. I was thinking, yup, thats how Mistress tought her. Funny though how by then nobody heard of her teacher. Mistress was long gone to Slovakia by then, as far as I know twisting in the meantime at least on other young promising domme.

[alpaca-clouds]

Biology Questions [BG3 Humor]

My entire experience with the archievement "dwarven feast" got me the idea for a more humorous excercise. Aka: The party getting blackout drunk and having funny conversations.

Biology Questions

Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3 Genre: Humor Shipping: Background Tav/Astarion and Wyll/Karlach, but the story focuses more on the party dynamics as a whole.

After having saved Duke Ravengard and Gortash's other hostages, our heroes celebrate with (in)appropriate amounts of alcohol. While everyone else starts to get drunk, Astarion uses his chance to ask the kind of questions he had been wondering about for a while...