#espy writes

[espithewarlock]

Hello friends!! I have an upcoming fic where Lando is a Twitch streamer and I am in need of random usernames to fill out his chat! If you are interested in being one of those usernames, interact with this post (like/reblog/comment) to let me know that I can use yours!

Thank you in advance and more info under the cut if you want some context on the fic first:

Without too many spoilers, the fic features:

Omegaverse

Getting-together slow burn Maxiel (Omega!Max / Alpha!Daniel)

Established Piarles (Omega!Charles / Alpha!Pierre)

Established Carlando (Omega!Lando / Alpha!Carlos)

In-the-works Galex (both betas)

Other friendly faces from the grid & grid-adjacents

Max as a rescued omega from an illegal breeding operation

Lando as a Twitch streamer

Charles as a fashion designer

Others in the pack as part of the group that did the rescuing of Max

Found Family in the form of people who have technically kidnapped you, but make you feel safe and warm and loved

First chapter goes up on 3/18 and the chapter featuring the Twitch Chat goes up 3/28!

[vicsy]

like a heart made of dynamite

Pierre/Charles | explicit | 31k. playlist here

a very special gift to @espithewarlock <3 hope you enjoyed this fic as much as I did writing it.

Maybe all these years they were coming towards each other like a car crash in slow motion. Charles just had to wait for the brakes to fail.

[your-littlesecret]

By The Grace Of Magic And Flames

by @your-littlesecret and @espithewarlock

7/7 chapters | complete | piarles | T | 54k

Charles stumbles across a baby dragon and, before he can even register what the words true-bond with a Class-3 red dragon means, is shipped off to the Academy to learn how to become a dragon rider. Learning magic from the Academy’s Medical Witch is just a bonus. A very pleasant bonus.

[dancesingay]

6/9/2024 Journal Entry - I'm back on Tumblr!! Let's Dance!!

I remember in 2013, my first girlfriend, a mormon horse girl who was a blackbelt in karate, introduced me to Tumblr. Chloe, if you're reading this, don't contact me.

Anyway, it's been 10 years, my high school reunion is this week. I'm not going, but to be fair, I would never put myself through that. I didn't recognize my graduating class when it was happening, I'm not going to suddenly know them now. lol

I love you Tumblr, I hope you missed me, I've been doing some things. I started an lgbt guild that has 500 people. The other day, I went to pride with my girlfriend and we saw my favorite youtuber, Sloan, whose rippling muscles just happened to be inches away from my face while passing by in the street, there were a lot of people. I said "Sloan?!" and He said "Yeah?" It was like seeing a dolphin in the wild.

Genuinely, it was my first pride and I had a wonderful time.

Click the Image above for a direct link to Sloan's Youtube page.

[lesbianmaxevans]

Rachel’s 1.5k celebration ◈  favorite non-canon ships for @fivelittlebirdies

#1 - Max Evans & Maria DeLuca, Roswell, New Mexico #2 - Garcia Flynn & Lucy Preston, Timeless #3 - Nikita Mears & Ryan Fletcher, Nikita #4 - Liv Moore & Ravi Chakrabarti, iZombie #5 - Matt Murdock & Claire Temple, Daredevil #6 - Ezekiel Jones & Cassandra Cillian, The Librarians #7 - LaDonna Landry & Soraya Khoury, 4400 #8 - Yalena “Dutch” Yardeen & Johnny Jaqobis, Killjoys #9 - Mark Callan & Lola Carmichael, All Rise #10 - Sally Malik & Josh Levison, Being Human (US)

[espytalks]

I dunno why this caught my attention, but imma think real quick.

Cause in this moment, the fellowship basically found themselfs unable to take the slightly less dangerous path through a mountains pass, and were just told that the only option they have to avoid detection is to go through moria, which is Really Frickin Dangerous.

Frodo said they should think about the decision when its morning, and then they kinda went silent, listening to the winter wind, before aragorn was like "that aint wind, thats wolves! We need to go asap!"

And then pippin says this to sam, and i think its such a realistic moment? Like. The regret (relateable) realising maybe youre in over your head, the fear he must be feeling, the self-doubt, idk, i feel for pippin right now, as a coward myself.

And sam, i love him, hes so comforting here, so optimistic. He has so much faith in his companions, despite how scared he is, too.

Man, i really like this darn book.

[azzibuckets]

Okay but can we get a blurb about Azzi being in Montana before her and she wakes up to P getting home and sliding into bed trying not to wake her

sappy and sleepy [pazzi]

paige bueckers x azzi fudd

a/n: anon i tried to incorporate as many of your requests as i could! thank you for this prompt it was super fun to write

word count: 1.2k

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As soon as her hand twisted the doorknob and the door creaked open, Azzi’s heart ached. She swore she could smell the lingering scent of Paige’s perfume, even though the rational part of her mind knew that Paige hadn’t stepped foot in the room for almost an entire year.

Although Paige hadn’t grown up in this room, her mom had it reserved for her when she came back during the summer, giving her daughter the liberty to decorate the space however she liked. And now Azzi appreciated it more than ever, because looking at the posters plastered with UConn greats and husky logos felt as familiar to her as home. Now only one thing was missing.

Azzi flopped on the bed, tired from the plane ride over. She cursed when she realized she’d forgotten her charger at home. Hopefully Paige had a spare one, she thought as she started rummaging through the drawers of her beside cabinet. As soon as she opened the first drawer, though, a polaroid fell out.

Azzi’s heart doubled in size when she flipped the polaroid over to find a photo of herself from the Minnesota state fair from two summers ago. In it, she was holding a cone of ice cream, chocolate sauce dripping all over her fingers. Tucked under her elbow was the stuffed animal that Paige insisted on winning for her every year (and Azzi never got tired of it). She had been smiling hard, her eyes crinkled as she stared past the camera. Shaking her head, Azzi snapped a photo of the polaroid.

💗: You’re such a sap

💗: Attachment: 1 Image

bighead: ?? where did you find this.

💗: In your drawers

bighead: when did i give you permission to go through my things🤔🤔🤔

bighead: and im taking this as a sign you got home safe?

💗: You’re not distracting me from the fact that you creepily have photos of me all over your room

bighead: youre being so dramatic

bighead: and you can’t blame me

bighead: i always miss you so much

bighead: now you know what it’s like to be in montana all bored without ur gf

💗: Don’t say that. You have your family

bighead: you’re my family

💗: Tell me that when you put a ring on it

bighead: oh i will

Azzi bit her cheek, trying not to beam from Paige’s text. “Azzi! You ready for lunch, hon?” Amy’s voice called from downstairs. Azzi stuffed the polaroid back in the drawer and clambered down to the kitchen.

“Hey, Amy. Thank you again for letting me stay,” Azzi said, going in for another hug.

Amy airily waved her hand, leading Azzi to the dining table. “No worries at all. We‘ve got a lot of exciting stuff planned for this week. Mini golf tomorrow with the kids, then this new restaurant is opening up on Tuesday and I thought it would be a nice date night for you and Paige so I already made a reservation for the two of you!”

Amy continued talking excitedly about their stay at Montana, and Azzi appreciated it, she really did, but she was also exhausted from the plane ride and all she wanted to do was be in Paige’s arms after way too much time apart. The ESPYs photos that Paige had posted an hour ago didn’t help either. Her girlfriend had looked so damn good, her hair up in that style Azzi loved, and Azzi had spent more time than she was willing to admit staring at the photo, wanting to run her hands through that hair.

Later that night, Azzi put on Love and Basketball on her laptop as she got ready for bed. Paige couldn’t facetime because she was at a party, but Azzi still wanted a little piece of her girlfriend with her before she fell asleep, just a little something to make her dreams a little sweeter.

💗: Attachment: 1 Image

💗: Heard you liked this movie??

bighead: you miss me SO much

💗: I do

bighead: then i got some good news ;)

💗: What

💗: Paige?

💗: Helloooo

💗: I’m not gonna repost your espys post.

bighead: oh hey i’m back😁

💗: You’re a fucking idiot

bighead: wait can you repost the second slide i look the best in that one

💗: Tell me the goddamn good news

bighead: Attachment: 1 Image

bighead: flight leaves in 1 hour!!

💗: Wait I thought you had a morning flight?

bighead: well the shoot tmr got canceled and i missed you too much so…..

💗: You’re wasting all your money booking these last minutes flights.

bighead: you dont gotta worry about me baby

💗: 🙄 Text me when you’re home and I’ll let you in

bighead: no don’t stay up baby i won’t home until like 3 am

💗: I wanna see you

bighead: $10 you’re gonna be crashed out

💗: I guess you’re gonna be spending all your money today then

••••••••••

“She’s asleep, isn’t she?”

Amy wrapped her daughter in a hug. “Don’t you dare wake her up.”

Paige shook her head. She was slightly disappointed she wouldn’t be able to talk to Azzi tonight, but she was glad the younger girl was getting her rest. She slipped into the room as quietly as she could, her heartbeat speeding up as soon as she saw the lump on the bed.

Kneeling down, Paige brushed her fingertips over the crease in Azzi’s forehead, trying to smooth over the worry lines. Azzi looked ethereal in her sleep, the moonlight from the window casting a glow over her face and illuminating the sharpness of her jaw and the pinkness of her lips. Paige pressed a light kiss on her cheek, trying to be as gentle as possible, but before she knew it, Azzi was stirring.

Her eyes slowly fluttered open. “Paige?” she groaned, hands going to rub her eyes.

Paige smiled guiltily. “Hi, baby,” she breathed out. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“No, it’s okay.” Azzi reached for Paige, still half asleep, and Paige sat at the edge of the bed and let her girlfriend nuzzle her face into her stomach.

Paige ran her fingers through Azzi’s hair, marveling at how she managed to smell so good all the time. “Is now a good time to say that you owe me $10?” she whispered.

“Shut up,” Azzi whined, her fingers jabbing at Paige’s ribs but failing to do much damage with her sluggishly lethargic movements.

Paige chuckled before brushing one last kiss against Azzi’s temple. “I’m gonna get ready for bed,” she said softly. “I’ll be right back.”

“No.” Azzi’s voice was surprisingly demanding considering how sleepy she was. “You woke me up, now you’re staying.”

Paige rolled her eyes. She hated the idea of getting into her sheets while in her dirty airport clothes, but once Azzi’s hands clutched tighter around her waist, she knew she was a goner. Sighing, she slipped under the covers with her girlfriend. Azzi happily burrowed herself in Paige’s chest, weaving her leg between the blonde’s. Her hand slipped up Paige’s shirt and rested there, palm on her abdomen, and Paige shivered at the bare contact.

“I really did try to stay up,” Azzi whispered, already falling asleep again.

“It’s okay. Go back to sleep, hm?” Paige tightened her hold around Azzi. The last two weeks had been ridiculously fun, getting to see Nika again, going to partnership events, and presenting at the ESPYs, but this was by far her favorite part - when she and Azzi were so tangled up, every part of their bodies interwoven, their limbs and hair and even the beating of their hearts connecting, it felt like they were breathing as one.

[brf-rumortrackinganon]

Why do you think he did this ITV interview now? I know they cluster their press and the IG announcement was also this week and the ESPY thing recently so maybe it was all preplanned, but this seems at cross purposes. I don't get it. Was he simply so desperate to get back in the news and he knows the only real way is to drag his fam and bring up dead momma again?

His phone hacking lawsuit is failing. This is a desperate attempt to save it. Harry wants the public to see how badly he has it because the phone hacking ruined everything so they get loud and vocal about it and force NGN to give into all of Harry’s demands before the judge rules.

The writing on the wall is that the court probably isn’t going to find everything in Harry’s favor. He’s going to be liable for some pretty big bills that he doesn’t want to pay and he’s not going to get the settlement of his centimillionaire dreams.

[espithewarlock]

For anyone who might be hesitant on fantasy AUs within fanfiction, I encourage you to give it a try! It's just our favorite boys falling in love again, but there might be magic or dragons (or both!) involved.

Really, fantasy is a story that's in a setting that allows your imagination to run wild. It breaks norms of reality and adds possibilities. Underneath it all is a familiar story of love and finding each other.

If you need some places to start, under the cut is a bunch of my favorite Piarles fantasy fics:

every broken piece of me (belongs to you) by @your-littlesecret (Explicit | 45k) - Jully's Fae!Pierre. An absolute marvel of worldbuilding. I adore this interpretation of the world of the Fae and the courts and everything in between. The details are gorgeous and the slow build of the relationship is so delicious. And there's a dragon. (It's Jully...of course there's a dragon!)

you are perfection, my only direction (it's fire on fire) by @singsweetmelodies (Explicit | 40k) - Katie's dragon riders AU! This fic is the epitome of we're-both-in-love-with-each-other-but-too-scared-to-admit-it. Arranged marriage and politics and they're both pining for each other the whole time while flying on their dragons. It's beautiful and hot and features meddlesome Sewis which I adore.

and it's coming closer by @wolfiemcwolferson (Explicit | 84k) - Logan's Werewolfierre fic! (what the fuck, it's 84k???) It's Logan, so nobody gets to be surprised when there's themes of loss and grief and found family here. It's one of those fics where the audience knows exactly what's happening and seeing Charles come to a slow understanding is beautifully done.

dragonheart by @duquesademiel (General | 2.1k) - sol's little bite-sized glimpse into an Eragon!AU. This fic captures so much worldbuilding and setup and establishing relationships in 2k words and I am eagerly camped out for the day when sol wants to add more to this universe.

hold your hand in mine (starlights in your eyes) by @your-littlesecret (Mature | 20k) - Jully's How To Train Your Dragon AU! It's so sweet and there's action and shenanigans and I am just a sucker for anything HTTYD. Honestly? Dragons. Need I say more??

miles away from places you have been by @wolfiemcwolferson (Explicit | 36k) - Logan's Vampierre! The air of mystery in this fic is incredible. Logan manages to capture that feeling of something being off and when it hits, it hits HARD. There's angst, there's tragedy, there's hope, and there's love. (And magic and vampires.)

e forse il mare è dentro di lui by @duquesademiel (Teen | 24k) - If the ocean was a character. There's magic and mystery and it's stunning how everything comes together. I love all the characters and how relentless Charles is in attempting to figure out what the fuck is happening on this island.

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

And, this is my blog, so I'm allowed to self-rec my own fantasy:

By the Grace of Magic and Flames (Teen | 54k) - The collab Jully and I wrote in 3 weeks. Dragon Rider!Charles and Witch!Pierre. Featuring sassy familiars and learning magic and so much pining. We honestly went insane over this and it's incredible.

A Nymph's Heart (Series | Teen | 46k) - My Nymph!Pierre & Violinist!Charles series. A small glade in the woods provides an excellent spot for Charles to practice his music, and there's an intriguing magical creature that lives there. They go to the Feywild in Part 2 and the way that magic works there is some of my best & favorite worldbuilding.

Bittersweet, That Glitter (Teen | 23k) - Dragon!Pierre & Potions Apprentice!Charles. Pierre is a shape-shifting dragon who finds his soulmate in a tiny village. Charles convinces him to stay and teach him magic and potions brewing, all while Pierre is trying to conceal his true identity as a dragon. I spent way too much time on potions brewing theory and I want to live in this world.

Our Love Is Not Illusion Based (Teen | 3k) - Another little bite-sized piece of magic where Pierre is a witch and Charles refuses to leave his side despite the stigma against witches. It's sweet with just a touch of angst and I'm so happy with how much I managed to pack into a short fic here.

The Boy With the Storm-Colored Eyes (Teen | 31k) - Mermaid!Charles!!! This is the first fic I ever posted to AO3/F1 RPF and it holds such a special place in my heart. I love naϊve Charles as a mermaid and surfer/scientist Pierre who is immediately besotted. The action and the drama is so good and the resolution is somehow angstier? I love this world and I love how they're drawn to each other despite everything in the way.

[cilil]

The Elder King's New Clothes

AN: Written for this thread by @feanope, based on @thecoolblackwaves' idea that Manwë could use his feathers as clothing. Might have turned out a bit naughtier than that, but oh well. My dearest fellow Manwë fans, take this as a tiny treat🤍

ഒ Characters: Manwë x Fëanor ഒ Synopsis: Manwë shows Fëanáro the true beauty of his fána. Fëanáro studies him. ഒ Warnings: Nudity, sensuality ഒ Quintuple drabble (500 words) ഒ AO3

"You asked me about my feathers, Fëanáro." 

"I did, my lord." 

Fëanáro turned when he heard the voice of the Vala and froze in place. 

Manwë was walking towards him, his fána unclothed. Bare were his pale feet that only just touched the floor as he went, bare were his lithe figure and slender waist that were usually concealed by flowing robes, bare were well-shaped shoulders and his swan-like neck, freed from collars and heavy jewellery. 

The only thing protecting the Elder King's modesty were his feathers. They were no mere accessories, they were part of his fána like his hair or his limbs, and had been grown and preened with great care to cover what needed covering. 

A second pair of wings had sprouted from the middle of Manwë's back, in addition to the mighty pair growing from his shoulder blades, and they hugged his form from behind, one covering his chest, one his crotch. Between long flight feathers Fëanáro espied a layer of soft down, reminiscent of a small cloud obscuring what lay underneath. Long tail feathers swayed from side to side as he walked, gently and elegantly. 

Fëanáro swallowed. "I take it I may study your form then?" 

"You may." 

"Good. I was hoping for that." 

Manwë smiled mildly in response. 

His wings were relaxed, Fëanáro noticed when he ran his fingers through his plumage. If he wanted to, he could surely move them and see what was underneath. Feeling bold, he pulled on the wing covering Manwë's chest, and it released its embrace, feathers rustling as it withdrew and folded by his side. 

The mysteries of the Elder King's fána were his to uncover. His mouth watered. 

"Should I remove my other wings too, Fëanáro?" Manwë asked.

Fëanáro couldn't help feeling like he was acting coy, though his mien betrayed nothing. Calm, serene, slightly curious at most.

Then again, he believed to have noticed in the past how little the Vala's mien shifted, always kind, always pleasant. Only strong emotions could change his demeanour. 

He would get a reaction out of him, Fëanáro swore to himself. 

"Yes, please," he said confidently. 

As if emerging from a flurry of white, Manwë revealed himself to him fully. "Like this?" 

"Yes. Perfect." 

Fëanáro was already walking around him, admiring the regal curve of his spine and backside. Intrigued, he reached up to place his hand at the base of Manwë's wings, soft down tickling his fingers as he traced bone and muscle underneath the skin. His efforts elicited a pleased hum that permeated the air around them, filling it with warm resonance. 

"Do you enjoy this?" he asked. 

"Very much, yes." 

So it was a sensitive spot, Fëanáro noted, then began rubbing, fondling and lightly scratching the area like he assumed a bird would do, and Manwë fanned out his wings in enjoyment. 

The sight alone was breathtaking. He could count every single feather if he wanted.

"Continue please?" 

And now he had the Elder King begging for more. 

Thanks for reading! I'm too tired to write more tonight, but if you want more of Fëanor fondling bird men let me know ♡

taglist: @a-world-of-whimsy-5 @blauerregen @elanna-elrondiel @i-did-not-mean-to @melkors-defense-attorney @saintstars @singleteapot @urwendii

[superconductivebean]

#986: aesop sharp headcanons - 1

Imelda Reyes: >>>1 || >>>2 (nsfw) || >>>3 || >>>4 || >>>5 || >>>6 Poppy Sweeting: >>>1 || >>>2 || >>>3 Mirabel Garlick: >>>1 Victor Rookwood: >>>1

Once again raising my head from the Brainrot fog to share some character headcanons with the world. Brainrot is a fic I’m working on.

Writing Aesop into this silly little series would be no easy task, he is one of the main characters in the Brainrot. Linking other characters' posts because posts about them have some bits about him.

A light cw/tw for alcohol abuse, perhaps, depression.

Tags: @thriftstorebabayaga @endeavour12345 @mrs-sharp

He is deviously clever, painstakingly stoic, but wistful;

Brainrot: When he joined the ranks, the Office and the Law Enforcement Department were already in its conjoined heyday, slowly encompassing itself with every shade of the law sun. Injury only brought forth the thought to eventually call it quits, however, the resignation didn't go as planned, but unlike many other Aurors going to the early retirement, Aesop decided to keep the badge;

The badge is the symbol and the reminder of who he once was. He went through hell and high water to be able to come and try to save lives; that being said, an idealist he is, he can get upset, sharp or portending. He doesn't tolerate ill-mouthed, petty verbal fights;

Albeit he isn't the one to cheer himself on being a remotely good teacher, he takes pride in what little he can do: observing patterns, discerning causations of ill-suited behaviour, stopping someone's meander from spreading into a disaster. Suffice it to say, he prefers teaching troublemakers to drawing O's and E's, as in his mind, kids with a penchant for mischief aren't hiding their utter dishonesty;

You could say, he fully acknowledges the role of being the bane of someone's otherwise peaceful existence. If that was what fate truly wants him to do, he wouldn't debate it;

Brainrot: Injury made him considerate of superstitions and other Signs From The Beyond. A way of coping after being ruthlessly severed from what he once had in his previous life, yes, to add to his addiction to heavy beverages and mind-numbing potions;

Aesop is always visible, as he is around 6'2. His gait has a tune to it; you've heard it once, you'd always know it's him nearby. To many students, he is the second most talked about staff member, first being Mirabel Garlick. Yet, barely anyone knows him as a person, him as a potioneer, him as an Auror, Him in any capacity. Aesop is a lone wolf, and to a pack animal, it's an onerous existence. Unable to confide in anyone, constantly questioning himself, afraid to stop and look back at his progress -- and at his age, -- he tries to follow paths he can barely recognise, navigate and make sense of. The Ministry doesn't teach its most prised and powerful force to adapt beyond sharking through the criminal underworld;

Brainrot: Drinking isn't for the leg, although Aesop enjoys the soothening warmth of the firewhiskey, tiding the pain away for a while. Drinking is for silencing the inner demons and their ghastly suggestions;

Aesop is prone to make a cautionary tale out of himself, his life and choices; he can easily turn his success into an espying for potential mistakes and his shortcomings into a valuable lessons of how not to shortcut -- and if the one has to, how to do them right;

Terribly low self-esteem and shy attempts at self-reflection through taking someone's ear off are noticed by some but never read as such. Some students and the majority of the staff think highly of him, a demand he always meets, but some also notice Aesop is never quite alright, yet aren't sure how to help -- nor how to approach and to ask; and some just think to let sleeping dog lie.

Aesop doesn't know if how he usually feels is normal. He can only describe it as emptiness, awkward darkness where it used to be him being a derpy smartass, beaming with life. It never lets go of him nor he tries to fight it back, but strands of hope -- for a cure, for getting back into the ranks, for a life better and fruitful -- matter a lot to him.

[bueckersstrap]

MUTUAL APPRECIATION POST

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disclaimer : to the mutuals i don’t mention i love u all sososo much and all my followers i love u so much thank u for like 700 i think we’ve grown sm in like 2 months !!! i love all my moots and i appreciate every single one of you thank you for always supporting me 🤞🏽 - xoxo cel

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@iminlovewithpaigebueckers alora!! my sweet precious peoples princess! i love this girl to pieces and id truly be so lost without her that’s my girl frfr. she’s always there for me and even though i was a tad bit scared of her when i didn’t know her (don’t gas urself up too much bro😒) she’s genuinely the epitome of positivity and love and light. she graces everybody with her presence and i could never have anything bad to say about this women.

@thecameronshow my favourite trollop🤗🤗 i love this girl so much she’s so fucking funny and i remember seeing you on somebody’s page and i thought u were so sweet! you added me to ur bio and now we’ve been locked for so long 😘 thank you for always giving me advice and your insight always means the world even tho were usually in the same situation ..

@goldfades my beautiful sweet lovely wife. i am so inlove with this girl i can’t even imagine tumblr without her. she’s the epitome of beauty and love and even tho she hates on me 😢😢😢 i still love her to pieces. she sticks with me through everything and is one of the most understanding people i know. she’s always there for me and i always support her in her sassy ass actions but it’s okay i love the attitude! i love this girl so much words don’t cut it but it’s okay im always shakespeare for my sunny

@aaliyg my fav grandma right here 😘 my fortnite master and literally one of the funniest people i know im not even kidding. i love our convos when we have the same opinions on things bc we are the funniest people ever! i love when u send in asks u make my days w them 😘

@lucespeaks tumblr it girl as id say😝 my fav controversial blog (it’s not u it’s the softies i swear)!! you’re the funniest person on here i swear and whenever we’re haters we are a great duo !!! i was so scared of u when i first followed u but the sweet angel luce agenda is spread between the masses !!! i love ur blog and ur always cracking the funniest jokes cuz we have the same brain im convinced 💆🏽‍♀️ anyways i love u to pieces friend (no allegations pls!)

@arlertwhore one of the best writers on this app i swear. i started following u for ur sneaky link series and there’s nothing but constant praise there from me!!! you’re so funny esp about the espys thing 😭😭😭 i’ll try and start up writing again just for u bae

@barbspeaks MY BARBBBBB😘😘😘 that’s my girl right there and were locked 🔐🤞🏽 !!!! you’re the sweetest girl ever and i always enjoy when we talk and u always have me laughing esppp about the catch a predator videos 😭😭 ur actually my bestie i love u sososo much

@clairosrealwife LIVVY!!!!! my bestie!!!! my fav 12 year old (i’m kidding 😭) whenever we talk it’s always about those stupid anons that get on our nerves but it’s okay bc we always have the same takes and bless u for that!!!! ily😘😘😘

@makethemhoesmad … first impressions were u TRAMUATIZING tumblr w papi ivan or ur other freaky ass ao3 stories. but ur so funny and i love when we talk 😘 mwah mwah

@lowgothree MY BAE JJ!!!! i literally love u so much ur the sweetest and i always enjoy when we talk cus ur sososo funny 😘 im so sorry i left u on delv that one time i swear it wasn’t on purpose baeski💔 ilysm xoxo

@fruitbasketball mina!!! i was soooo scared of u i cannot lie. i always saw ur recaps on my feed and i loveeddddd ur blog im honoured to b ur moot 😘 but you’re a sweetheart and i love ur basketball recaps and the knowledge you have is unmatched on this app ! ily

@wanderlusturous my bsf jojo!!!! i stole u off evs page and ur such a sweetheart to have as a moot!!! i love when u send in asks ur the best!!!!!! mwah ily

@latenighttalkinqwp jazzie baby omfg this was added bc i realized i didn’t tag u in the final draft . don’t shoot me babes! you’re literally so fucking funny whenever we interact i’m always laughing i love being ur moot😘

[azzifudd]

It wouldn't surprise me if they're apart for like a weekish (we'll see a lot of Paige on socials obvi) and then they link up on the West Coast for Nika, esp if Azzi will be in Vanc for PT, or the ESPYs, I'm still 50/50 on them going together. If not then prob when Paige is in Montana. At this rate I feel like if they're apart for more than 2 weeks they can't function. Since Drew was with them I'm sure they were going their separate ways after the soccer game. It also makes me think her and Azzi were together yesterday at the Fudds like they went straight there from UConn. Then Paige met up with Drew and her dad at the Mystics game. Dad went home, she kept Drew and they'll spend a few days all together now. /spiraling

Write the fic, anon

[azzibuckets]

I saw Azzi on a plane today she is in fact attending the espys as Paige’s +1. I was helping Paige write her acceptance speech and she is in fact hard launching pazzi stay tuned!

ur right because azzi’s actually staying with me while she’s in LA for the espys! she just came from lax🤗

[rorygilmoreclown]

A start

Healer!reader x Nikolai Lanstov

Summary: The reader, who is a healer, was caught by drüskelle and then escaped their ship in a storm and then was rescued by Nikolai as Sturmhond and than slowly fall for each other and one day Nikolai sees reader hit on by someone else and gets jealous and sort of confesses. (I'm sorry I suck at summaries, also i changed the plot a bit so im sorry about that sorry sorry )

A/n: I took my sweet time, didn't I. Anyways, here it is, apologies for all the changes and this crappy writing. Might make a pt2, that's why the ending.

Warnings: None, except for this smirky smirky sunshine babygorl.

As you rouse from your slumber, a jarring realisation dawns upon you: you are no longer on your mission’s base. The scent of salt and brine pervades your nostrils, and the rhythmic groans and creaks of timber assault your ears. It takes only a moment to recall why you are in this predicament, and an acrid churning stirs within your gut.

You are a prisoner aboard the drüskelle vessel, trussed and bound, being ferried to their fortress to face their uncompromising brand of justice. The harsh squawks of the drüskelle assault your ears, censuring you for your supposed offences, their eyes brimming with nothing but antipathy and scorn for your Grisha talents. You strive to maintain your composure, reminding yourself of your mettle, but their venomous invective feels like barbs upon your flesh.

As the tempest rages on, you sense the ship pitching and yawing, at the mercy of the storm's capricious whims. Then, a deafening crack reverberates throughout the vessel, and you are flung forward, your head colliding with the bars of your cell. You hear the splintering of wood and the screams of the drüskelle, but all you can focus on is the pulsating throb in your head.

But then, a fortuitous miracle transpires. The cell confining you snaps free from its moorings and is hurled into the tumultuous waters. You acted quickly to save yourself, your appendages flailing as you struggled to stay afloat amidst the mayhem. Somehow, you manage to make it to the shore, gasping for air and quivering from the chill.

As you survey your surroundings, a colossal ship looms in the distance, and optimism swells within you, and so does dread. You remember that you are still clad in your kefta, and it may be your sole chance at survival, or another reason for a capture. As the ship draws closer, you discern a figure emerging from it, and your heart braces itself for either a negotiation or a fight. His eyes widen in astonishment as he espies you, a solitary survivor on the shore. He strides towards you, his voice ringing out like a sunbeam amidst the tempest. 

Greetings madam, I am Sturmhond, the legendary privateer and captain of the vessel. 

Are you injured, we have a medik on our ship? He paused, as if he said something humorous as well as imprecatory. Apologies for asking that question, is it offensive to ask a healer if they require medical assistance? 

That was the first time you saw that stupid smirk followed by a loud yet comforting laughter. It sounded true, as if you weren’t on some abandoned island, about to ask for an abode from a stranger, and you feel a lump form in your throat as tears threaten to spill over. And that’s how you boarded the The Volkvolny. 

You stare at Sturmhond in disbelief as he proposes his deal. Safety in exchange of your healing help. The words are hard to process, and your heart feels like it's in your throat. The thought of being safe from the Ravkans and drüskelle fills you with relief, but the idea of being on a ship with a stranger is daunting.

You take a deep breath and consider his offer, recalling the events that led you to this point. The Ravkan court, a place that was supposed to be safe and secure, turned into a nightmare when you were assaulted by one of its members. The thought of staying there was unbearable, and none of the other court members did anything to help you. You had to escape, and now you are at the mercy of a privateer captain.

But there is something about Sturmhond that feels different. His eyes are kind and understanding, and you get the sense that he genuinely cares about your well-being. You decide to take a chance, and nod your head in agreement.

He smiles at you, his eyes crinkling at the corners. Excellent. You won't regret it, I promise. And just to be clear, you will be safe from any Ravkans or drüskelle on my ship. You have my word.

As the ship sets sail, you find yourself growing more and more comfortable in your new surroundings. You observe the crew, their different backgrounds and stories, and feel a sense of belonging that you haven't felt in a long time. You start to let your guard down around Sturmhond, telling him about your past and your hopes for the future. He listens to you with empathy and understanding, and you feel like you can truly be yourself around him.

As a part-Shu, you find yourself forming a close bond with Tamar and Tolya aboard Sturmhond's ship. Tolya is a flirt, and he often directs his playful advances towards you. Sturmhond notices and becomes increasingly snippy, trying to interrupt your conversations with Tolya. But Tolya persists, sometimes just to get a rise out of Sturmhond.

One day, as you're assisting the ship's healer with her duties, Tolya comes up beside you and leans in close. Are you a healer? he whispers. Because you just cured my loneliness. You can't help but laugh at his audacity, but you know it's all in good fun.

In another scene, you're practising some Grisha skills with Tamar when Tolya approaches. Are you a Corporalki? he asks, grinning. Because you just made my heart skip a beat. Tamar rolls her eyes at Tolya's antics, and you can't help but chuckle at his attempt at humour.

A few days later, as you and Tolya are chatting on the deck, he looks at you intently. Are you a healer like me? he asks. Because I'm feeling a strong connection between us. You can't help but feel a small flutter in your chest at his words, but you know it's just Tolya being Tolya.

As the journey goes on, you appreciate Tolya's sense of humour and his easy going nature. You come to see him as a good friend and confidant, and you value the bond you share. One night, as the two of you are sitting alone on the deck, Tolya looks at you with a tender expression. Are you a Bonesmith? he asks softly. Because you just mended my broken heart. You smile at his words, but you know that you don't feel anything more than friendship for him. Unfortunately, Sturmhond takes these positive affirmations as an indicator of your interest in Tolya. As Tolya departs to attend to some task, you're left feeling grateful for the friendship you share and the camaraderie of your journey aboard Sturmhond's ship. 

As time passes on, the tension between you and the captain grows, being very transparent for everyone but you two. The night was alive with laughter and music as Sturmhond's crew celebrated their latest successful mission. You were enjoying the festivities, chatting with Tamar and Tolya when a Ravkan nobleman approached you. He looked at you with a smirk on his lips, his eyes scanning your body. Well, well, well. What do we have here? A part-Shu healer? You must be quite the exotic beauty.

You felt uncomfortable under his gaze and tried to step back, but the nobleman grabbed your arm tightly. Tolya and Tamar shot him a sharp look, but he ignored them. Just as you were about to say something, Sturmhond appeared by your side, his arm wrapped around your waist possessively. There you are, my love. I've been searching for you everywhere.

The Ravkan nobleman's eyes widened in surprise at Sturmhond's sudden appearance. Oh, I didn't know you had a lover. Sturmhond gave a charming smile, his grip on your waist tightening ever so slightly. Yes, she's quite dear to me. Now, if you'll excuse us.

He guided you away from the nobleman, leading you to a quieter corner of the room. You could feel his eyes on you, watching your reaction to the incident. Are you all right? he asked, his tone laced with concern. You nodded, grateful for his intervention. Thank you, Sturmhond. I was getting a little uncomfortable there.

He gave you a small smile, his hand still resting on your waist. I won't let anyone make you feel uncomfortable. After a boyish smirk that broke on his face, indicating of his crooked humour slipping through this serious situation, you knew it was to make the mood lighter. Afterall, the deal was to protect you from the Ravkans.

As the night wore on, you found yourself drawn to Sturmhond's protectiveness, his easy charm making your heart race. And as the party came to an end, you couldn't help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, there was something more between the two of you. Although you were a little disappointed as he mentioned protecting you only due to the deal. 

After Sturmhond rescued you from the trespasser at the party, he dragged you to the higher part of the ship. Your heart was pounding with anticipation, wondering what he wanted to tell you. As he looked at you with his piercing blue eyes, you couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort and safety in his presence. You couldn't help but notice how he kept looking at you with that intense gaze of his. Was he jealous of the other man who was flirting with you earlier? Did he really have feelings for you?

Suddenly, Sturmhond broke the silence with a joke, So, I'm guessing we're officially boyfriend and girlfriend now? You couldn't help but chuckle at his playful tone. He couldn't believe he had just made that joke. He had been wanting to confess his feelings to you for so long but was too afraid of rejection. Was he being too subtle? Did she even get the hint?

Feeling bold, you responded with a joke of your own, I don't know, Sturmhond. You'll have to take me on a proper date first. You couldn't resist teasing him a little. After all, he had been flirting with you all night. As you both laughed at your playful banter, Sturmhond reached out and gently took your hand in his. He held his breath as he waited for your response. Did he really just confess his love to you? Was he about to get his heart broken? You couldn't believe it. The person you had been crushing on for so long felt the same way. Was this really happening?

As Sturmhond leaned in for a kiss, you closed your eyes and let yourself be swept away in the moment. All of your doubts and worries faded away as you realised that you had found the person who made your heart feel whole. As he kissed you, he felt a sense of relief wash over him. He had finally told you how he felt, and you had reciprocated. This was the start of something new, and he couldn't wait to see where it would take them. 

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[horizon-verizon]

People need to realize how VICIOUSLY CRUEL Criston is to Rhaenyra. He has severely unchecked, misogynistic, and violent urges towards her. The way he manhandled Jacaerys and Lucerys, how he beat Joffrey to death and later Beesbury… All of that pent up rage is subconsciously tied to Rhaenyra. People need to realize that he’s only doing them because he can’t get to Rhaenyra. He wants to do all of these things and worse to a woman who’s never done anything to him but tell him no. If he ever got his hands on her, it would be absolutely repugnant and hideous.

And Alicent completely enables it. That’s why I get so disgusted every time they fuck. She fucked him immediately after he sent Arryk to murder Rhaenyra. I don’t get how her stans still be defending Alicent for that, let alone shipping her with Rhaenyra.

Okay, so let's be Watsonian about the show.

You know the other day I espied a person under a tweet of a youtube comment or something saying we shouldn't call some kid an incel (he staged a break in to try to get his 17 year old babysitter to feel savior-bound to him as he had a crush on her, nearly sexually assaulted her, finally stabbed her in the gut, etc.) bc kids/preteen boys and sex placed side by side is us being creepy? Mind you, this preteen boy was SEEKING OUT sex/sexual contact from an older girl who already pushed him away from her when he attempted to kiss her before said fake break in. His whole thing was that he couldn't get sex/romance from the girl he had a crush on and then harassed, berated, etc. her, her ex, and her boyfriend for a few hours because of it. If that is not an incel ("involuntary celibate", the name these men made for themselves as if someone was forcing them to be single or "sexless"), IDK what is. Besides that, being an incel is not just about sex, it's about this attempt to poise oneself as a victim and entitle oneself/reclaim female bodies & one's authority over them. Woman and girl. It's men fantasizing a shortage of social "respect" from the ease of access to female attention.

Criston Cole fits that to a tee. So I agree with you, he's simply not to be trusted around any woman, Alicent is actually in danger of losing more to Criston's simmering wrath and innate disregard for women, and what's frustrating is that she reenables said behaviors from S1 epi 6 (no real response to the "cunt" comment). If I were writing, I'd put in some dreams of Cole trying to get at the mist figure of Rhaenyra that progresses into a frenzy (a dream), bc such a mindset would have Cole fantasizes violence towards her. Perhaps she is his "dragon" he feels the need to slay?

Oh, and people don't realize bc gender bias and ignorance of sexism is really so ingrained that people do not really wish to possibly confront some implications. We already see it in how they deny this war happening bc of sexism. So....