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Maybe unpopular opinion, but I actually do like the way the whole “oh yeah, sometimes Jedi fuck” stuff is presented in recent books, because of course, the emphasis on it being a personal, individual choice, but also the implication that many Jedi do not fuck. Not because sex is forbidden or shame-based in the culture, but because within the Order, people more often choose not to, to the point that the footnote mention of “oh, but some do” needs to exist in current canon.
It’s a society of communal living. Everyone pitches in on everything from childrearing to food growing to medicine, regardless of interpersonal relationships. Titles like father or wife that tie reproductive/family cycles to lifetime connections or property don’t exist. I love the idea of many Jedi choosing celibacy happily, and the Temple being a great place to live a lifestyle where your connection to others are expressly not dictated by a romantic or sexual relationship. And the inherent, platonic intimacy of a psychically-connected community. I really love thinking about it.
#observations brought to you by my Dooku POV interrupting the smut I’m writing to have the most demiace thoughts#god it’s every fic of mine#“Sex? Ugh no I’m studying the blade except if it’s with one of My People in which case it is a sublime curated experience”#jedi order
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so, one aspect of catelyn which i think is underrated (certainly the biggest adaptation loss which nobody talks about) is her, let's say superstitiousness, or better yet, let's call it genre-savviness, being one of the few adult characters open to magic and the supernatural in this fantasy world. we first meet her in the godswood, home of gods which are not truly hers, yet she is still very aware of their power. when she and ned talk of the deserter he killed, he hopes he won't have to go with the nw to deal with mance rayder, but she has even more fear of that idea bc there are worse things beyond the wall than just wildlings. ned scoffs and says she's been listening to old nan too much, but she's right. we already know from the prologue that she's right! and here she is, understanding the genre of their world better than her husband, who was actually born and spent his earliest years in this northern land of deep magic, listening to old nan's stories. same with the direwolves, where she was uncomfortable with them at first, but later believed in them as guardians from the old gods even after robb had lost his own faith. and once again, we know she's right even if she doesn't know the evidence to back up her instincts, bc summer and shaggydog did not fail bran and rickon and robb was almost certainly a warg like his brothers. (perhaps making it more fitting that she's the one brought back as a fantasy vengeance monster, not ned and robb, the most unbelieving dead starks.) and in her 2nd agot chapter, everyone focuses on her ambition in wanting ned to agree to the hand job (pun intended) and sansa's betrothal, and while she does recognize the value of their daughter being a future queen more than ned does, that's only her stated argument bc she thinks it's rational enough for ned to listen to. (if ambitious matchmaking were as important to her as to her father she never would have made those frey betrothals fandom loves to blame her for.) in her own head there's a deeper urge driving her. she keeps thinking of the dead direwolf with antlers in its throat, an omen which filled her with dread from the first she heard of it, before robert's arrival, and thinking of it again is what makes her desperate to convince ned not to refuse robert. she had to make him see. and really, she's not wrong, as jon snow would say. the dead direwolf was an omen of ned and robert getting each other killed. it's just one of those misread portents, with no way of knowing the danger to ned was in his loyalty to robert, not conflict with him. BUT the next time she's dealing with baratheons, she knows exactly what she's talking about. it's catelyn, not brienne, who sees the shadow slaying renly, and explains that it was stannis who did that through some dark magic. with no way of knowing how it was achieved and no prior expectation that such a thing were ever possible, she realizes with no hestitation that stannis was guilty and that his red witch was capable of pulling this off somehow. really, the only instinct of the supernatural she's wholly wrong about is her insistence that varys gathered his knowledge through some dark enchantment. however, though that might offend varys, given his own personal experience with a sorcerer, i'd say it's a reasonable assumption without knowing the dude had children moving through walls everywhere like oversized rodents. and imo it just shows she had a healthy respect and awe for varys's power which most other characters lack.
oh, oh, and let's not forget that she also believed in the curse of harrenhal, from her own childhood and the stories old nan told her kids. "and every house that held Harrenhal since had come to misfortune. Strong it might be, but it was a dark place, and cursed. 'I would not have Robb fight a battle in the shadow of that keep,' Catelyn admitted." sure, that wasn't enough to save robb, but he did not die from the curse of harrenhal. that doom was meant for his enemies from tywin lannister to roose bolton.
#valyrianscrolls#asoiaf#asoiaf meta#catelyn stark#catelyn tully#this why i can't w talking abt how much better the northerners are for their supernatural setting#when w the exception of the crannogmen most of them understand their setting less than their southron 7-following lady of wf#people of the riverlands can follow useless gods and still not lose their belief in magic#and people who think it would have been cooler if robbwind or even ned took lsh's place are not just missing the point bc grrm#focused on catelyn as pov for a reason but bc thematically all the gods knew who was actually open to their power#everyone else was only interested in that stupid outline for starkcest shipping but i was most intrigued by cat going beyond the wall#happy tully tuesday!#(c)lsb
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yeah so this was insane
#i feel like too many people reduce this interaction to jason being like ‘lol same’#but idk :/#this chapter is from jason’s pov#and leading up to it he’s like ‘people keep walking on eggshells around me bc of the the michael varus stab wound’#and he hates it so when he goes on deck to help out with the storm#everyone’s like wtf except for percy#and jason states how much he appreciated percy not treating him like a sick kid#and i feel like it’s echoed in this sentiment where jason could say so many things like#‘you should never feel that way’ ‘im here if you need anything’#but he doesn’t make percy feel alone in his desire to just…. end it all#which ik for some people that doesn’t work but you’re not a character in hoo and percy is dealing with so much guilt#and he can’t tell annabeth bc she’s a main aspect of that guilt#and he doesn’t wanna guilt her more and he feels ashamed and when he describes this he feels weird for feeling it#so having jason this tough guy be like ‘yo i understand it bc i felt the same way#that’s gotta mean a lot to percy#also insane how jason who also struggles to display vulnerability#allows it in one of few times in this moment just so percy this guy he’s supposed to be jealous about#feels comforted and not alone in his guilt and shame#and also it’s just insane how jason’s wanting to kay em ess does not get talked about AT ALL#and just seeing his mom and the pressure of new rome getting to him#like this scene is insane and i’ll never shut up about it#also ignore me i’m just finishing my reread of hoo that took all summer#jason grace#percy jackson#pjo#ashla.txt
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FUCK IT!!!! I MISS WHEN MY MINECRAFT SERVERS HAD CULTURAL EXCHANGE IN THEM!!!! I MISS WHEN MY MINECRAFT SERVERS HAD LANGUAGE BARRIERS IN THEM!!!!! I MISS WHEN WE WERE ALL CRAMMED IN A PIT TOGETHER SCREAMING AND SHAKING AND SOBBING AND CONFUSED AS ALL HELL SITTING IN THE TUMBLR LIVEBLOGS HOLDING HANDS AS WE ALL EXPLAINED WHAT THINGS MEANT, WHAT THE REAL WORLD CULTURAL CONTEXT WAS, WHAT WAS GOING ON IN BITS THE TRANSLATOR COULDN'T GET!!!!! FUCK IT!!!!!!! I'LL TAKE ANOTHER GODDAMN PURGATORY!!!!! GIVE ME A BUNCH OF PEOPLE FORMING SIX PERSON FAMILIES OVER THE SPAN OF THREE TO FIVE DAYS!!!!!!!! GIVE ME THE EVIL SHADOW GOVERNMENT THAT NEVER MADE ANY GODDAMN SENSE, GIVE ME THE STUPID FUCKING EYE WORKERS THAT WERE AGGRAVATINGLY UNBEATABLE, GIVE ME THE CONFUSING ASS BLACK CONCRETE STRUCTURES THAT WENT BASICALLY FUCKING NOWHERE!!!!!! I'LL TAKE IT ALL IF IT MEANS I GET A FRENCH MAN AND A GUY FROM LUXEMBOURG AND A WOMAN FROM SOUTH KOREA SHOOTING THE SHIT IN A MINECRAFT PIT STARTER HOUSE AGAIN!!!!!!!!!! I'LL TAKE IT IF I GET BRAZILIAN PORTUGUESE AND FRENCH AND ENGLISH AND SPANISH SITTING AT A FUCKING TABLE IN A SECRET UNDERGROUND MEETING ROOM THEORIZING ABOUT A MINECRAFT CHARACTER WITH AN APPEARANCE BASED ON A JOKE ABOUT A GUY'S DOG BEING AN AMERICAN CONSERVATIVE!!!!!!! GIVE IT BACK!!!!!!!!! GIVE IT BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!
#NOT THE ADMIN EXPLOITATION THO THAT CAN STAY GONE#block game brainrot#shut up vic#qsmp#im in my feels idk the qsmp really struck a chord in me#that nothing has really been able to refill i'm ngl#i really miss the brain workout i got trying to keep up with the cross cultural multilingual stuff#and it's not the same if i just watch the streamers in languages i don't understand#bc on qsmp it was like. i can watch the pov of a streamer coming from the same language background as me#and then i know that if i'm lost so are they and then i don't feel like i'm floundering alone#but like i don't have that anymore :( i miss it a lot#it was so funny and it was so earnest and i really FELT IT#it was a whirlwind and it was so exhausting and there's bits that ethically probably should never be repeated (eggs)#but i wouldn't want it to be different (except the workers rights violations; again those can go)#idk all these fucking duos that sound like absolute pipe dream crossover nonsense and are fully viable#it's nuts and it's beautiful and i miss how fucking WILD that was#i'll never not be upset that the koreans and hugo barely even got a MOMENT#i was so excited to see how they would interact with and respond to the overall island lore like the federation and the codes#ughhhhh anyway it's 4am i'm in my feels nothing has really engaged me the way qsmp did#i really enjoyed the challenge of the culture and language barrier bc i really had to ENGAGE with the streams#in a way i don't normally and in a way i haven't since#i miss it :( also slimeriana. that too. fucking hilarious. can we get them in the outlast trials.#add cellbit and roier call it a double date what who said that#(that's a joke to be clear but not the part about the outlast trials they should do that those streams were peak)#anyway uhhhhh if you read these good fortune is coming to you soon#long tags
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ghost girl no longer wip...they did it...they made it out of wip-dom.....
#mdzs#mo dao zu shi#wei wuxian#fanart#art#drawing#my art#sketch#mxtx#danmei#the little red ribbons in the kids hair r wuxians OG ribbon to me nods solemnly#i think he deserves to do her hair even if it is only a lil corporeal#anyway pov ur lwj meeting the ghost girls for the first time in that yunmeng bar. one of them looks way too much like u. except shes got#half her skull out. shes the one closest to wwx and the one that seems most protective of him. you're not gonna think about that too hard.#and ur definitely not gonna consider this many many moons later when he realises he likes men and was BIG in denial for YEARS.#anyway hi! long time no draw!#'long time' -> any time longer than a week for me#i WANNA draw i have so much stuff i wanna draw#most of its lwj i cant even lie#i just. cannot.#i did a lil sketch page of the yunmeng trio based on the events of my highschool mdzs sims save - which btw is going SWIMMINGLY!#the yunmeng siblings thrive. madame yu and fengmian are causing problems as per.#wuxian keeps sneaking out to parties. wuxian met lwj at prom and IMMEDIATELY got the 'wuxian has a crush on wangji' notif. i cheered.#wangji has THE cutest little room complete w cute miffy lamps#- but said sketch page is like. a teensy bit shit. some of its cute. i might post some cropped screenshots but. the whole thing nah#wei wuxians ghost girls my beloved
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i really do have to hand it to the silt verses for saying "true autonomy includes the right to die on your own terms and to place yourself at risk of harm for what you believe in". seemingly an obvious logical conclusion but not one that many people are comfortable with acknowledging.
#🐉#i cant even cite specific examples because pretty much every main pov character takes this path#except faulkner :( but i guess someone had to take one for the team#the silt verses#the silt verses spoilers#ish
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you see the reason apollo is so natural at changing himself and quickly adjusting to new situations is that, as the God Embodiment of Civilization, he has this amazing thing named Scientific Curiosity which makes him the chosen one (1) god to not be afraid of change or the unknown
#he's a scientist at heart he discovers new information he integrates it into his worldview❤️💕#athena I cannot tell unless I read her pov#but she was awful quick to get on with the program at the end of ton#is dionysus afraid of change? pre punishment I would say no#post punishment?? YES#i maintain that hermes is the most human of the gods so ofc he's terrified lmao#the others are more of a stubborn old person thing#except zeus#who has both reason and precedent to think change is his n°1 enemy#he's 100% right of course#trials of apollo#toa apollo#toa#pjo apollo#toa meta#toa analysis#the trials of apollo
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Stanley encounters them. [Blank Scripts AU]
#tsp blank scripts au#oooohhh worldbuilding#MAN ive always wanted to draw something like this#showing Stanley encountering things that he doesnt know and stuff and learning about things that are beyond his own realm of reality#this is related to the 2nd Stanley easter egg btw except the POV is now not on the Player but with the actual Stanley#he's watching us#tsp au#the stanley parable#the stanley parable ultra deluxe#tsp#tspud#tsp narrator#narrator tsp#stanley tsp#tsp stanley#my drawing museum
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- Sanzang <3
#he said at this point just let the demon have me#journey to the west#jttw tripitaka#xuanzang#this dude has like 4 different names#ah good ol Chinese bynames#digital art#my art#do NOT go onto jttw tiktok yall they hate his ass :(#xuanzang they will never get me to hate you#except the dsb one that one was shit#they left him chained up in the kitchen and he was like while I wait lemme make him a nice treat for when he comes to rescue me :)#and then fucked it up so bad he went just let the demons eat me at this point or2#this came from me watching the old conquering the demons film and seeing a scene with him waiting in a dank hole#and said out loud pov princess peach lol#jttw sun wukong
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Flip flop for Where the Light is? Sorry for acting like a fan but i saw ur reblog and jumped at the chance
↻ FLIP FLOP: send me a scene from one of my fics and I’ll describe or write it from another character’s POV!
Where the Light is (Masterpost || AO3) AKA the one where Max gets pregnant.
Except, this time: Daniel's POV (part 1/2, I didn't mean for it to turn into something but then I got tired)
Daniel I have some news for you so please call me back Daniel deletes the voicemail.
Where the light was
Daniel I have some news for you so please call me back
Daniel deletes the voicemail.
You have not called me back Daniel and now it says your voicemail is full so I will text you instead to tell you to call me
Daniel sees the notification pop up just under the last missed call from Max. That's five calls now since the last time Daniel swept the notifications away.
He doesn't want to talk to Max. He doesn't want to talk to anyone. He turns the volume down to nothing and switches vibrate off.
Sometimes he'll look at the phone on the coffee table and see the screen light up with another message, another call, another notification. He doesn't pick his phone up. Eventually they'll stop.
I need to tell you something daniel and I can see your read receipts are on so text me back
Daniel googles 'how to turn read receipts off'. He follows the instructions. He's okay. He just— there's a lot going on. It's complicated. There are lawyers. Contracts to unravel. Partnerships to end. He's tired. There isn't a space for racing and people who race in his life right now. It's a door he's got to close for his own survival.
You have turned your read receipts off but you are still not texting me back and it is important daniel
Daniel doesn't call Max back. He doesn't call Max, he doesn't text him, he doesn't come back to Monaco, and he doesn't read or reply to his Instagram DMs.
He goes back to the farm. Someone takes over his inbox and sends him meeting invites to a new, private email and he shows up to them when he's required to. He runs a lot. Bikes a lot. Answers one message or one call from his parents per day, as agreed.
It's okay. He'll be okay. There's a whole world out there, a future that's just waiting for him. It's okay to close the curtains for a while, though. Know the world's out there waiting for him. When he's ready.
He's just not ready yet.
Scotty messages him to say that Chloe got asked by Lance who got asked by Max to make him get in touch. He texts Scotty back it's on my list.
There's a lot of stuff on his list. He calls his therapist. She's been waiting for him to get in touch. He books in two sessions, and gets out the yoga mat again. He stretches. He talks.
Max keeps on messaging him. They're all much the same. He hopes Daniel is okay. He wants to talk. Can Daniel call him back please.
Daniel doesn't have it in him to talk about racing. He doesn't have it in him to know that Max is carrying on when he's pulled off the track and won't be getting back on it. He knows Max deserves better.
He doesn't let himself think about that one night they spent together, the one where Daniel had been drowning in hope, in promises, in a future. He'd wanted more than just that one night. He'd wanted that future, the one he'd dreamed about, him and Max and racing and everything else.
It's all right that things end. It's the natural ebb and flow of life. He wouldn't have been racing forever, anyway. There would always have been a last race, a last season, a last car. His therapist tells him it's okay to have feelings about how it played out, though. Daniel has feelings. He's mad, he's sad, he's disappointed and embarrassed and lost.
He doesn't want to get stuck as well as lost, though. He's always been an adventurer. There's always been something to reach for. He's just got to figure out what.
"You've got time," his therapist tells him. "You don't have to decide today."
That's good, Daniel thinks, because he's got no idea what's next.
His phone rings in the middle of the night. He answers blearily, without thinking. He'd turned the volume up after weeks of it being on silent. The ringer is so loud in the quiet of the night. He reaches for his lamp.
It's— it's Max. The angle's weird. He's holding his phone up to talk into it, but his eyes are closed like he hadn't realised he was FaceTiming, like he was just going to talk into the mic. He's lying down. That's a— that's one of those shitty medical beds like they have in the medical centre trackside, complete with the shitty tearaway paper sheets. It's Brazil weekend and that's a medical bed.
Daniel's heart pounds.
He has to tune back into what Max is saying: "—There is a baby, Daniel. Our little baby. I tried and I tried to tell you. I didn't tell anyone else but now they will be finding out. I don't know if it is me that is not well or if it is the baby. I want it to be me."
Daniel says, "Max?"
Max opens his eyes. He looks exhausted and pale and washed out and ill. He touches his thumb to Daniel's face through the phone screen.
"Max," Daniel says again.
"I don't feel well," Max says. "They are taking me to hospital."
"Max," Daniel says.
"Our little baby won a race," Max says. "I am going now."
The phone goes fucking dead.
Daniel calls him back. It goes unanswered. He calls again. Unanswered.
What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck.
Daniel googles. He calls Max, over and over, but there's no answer. He reads peoples tweets and reddit posts about Max's win, about his fourth world championship, about him supposedly being ill and needing help out of the car and the weird, disjointed way he'd looked on the podium, not even picking up his champagne bottle, and how someone had come to offer Max help off the podium and down the stairs. The rumours and the news of him being taken to the medical centre, and then to hospital. He turns the TV on then off again. Dawn comes. Daylight. A new day. He messages Max. Nothing.
Then: I am coming to Perth. We will need to go to a baby doctor.
Daniel sits down. What the fuck. A baby. Their baby? A baby. All this time, a baby.
A call from his parents. He answers it hoping that it's Max, then he has to try and explain that Max is coming to them. Has to ask them how to find a baby doctor. There are calls to Blake, to someone who might know something, texts to people Daniel hadn't wanted to talk to ever again. Eventually, someone in Raymond's office. A time. Details of where Max's jet will be landing. Questions about whether Daniel will meet him or if alternative arrangements have to be made.
The whole time Daniel feels like he's having an out of body experience. He goes to his parents' place and they look at him with the same confusion and concern as is probably mirrored on Daniel's face. Knowing Max discharged himself. That he's flying across the world when he should still be in hospital in Brazil. It's too much. They're going to come meet Max's plane with him. They're going to drive.
"Jesus," Daniel says, when he sees Max, who's barely managing to stand. He's never seen Max look anything like this bad. Pale and weak and exhausted and touching his stomach, where there's a baby. Where there is their baby. God, maybe he misunderstood. Don't get hopeful. Don't wish for anything. He might have got it wrong.
He trails his parents to the car. He's trying to catalogue everything that's different about Max. He has to help Max get into the back of the car. Has to help him with his seatbelt. His hands shake.
Max looks at him. He says, "The baby is okay, Daniel, they said so. I am just tired."
Daniel says, "You're a real fucking idiot, Max," and he can't help but hold on to Max's hand really fucking tight as his mum tells them they're going to the hospital.
Max doesn't argue. He looks like there's nothing holding him together but willpower. "I thought you would like it if the baby was born here," he says. "I was picking a place for the baby to be born and I thought you would like it if it was here."
Daniel is going to fucking sob. He's going to break down and cry.
Max shakes his head. "You didn't answer your phone. I kept trying."
"I'm sorry," Daniel says. "I'm so sorry. I couldn't be anywhere where racing was. I didn't know it was more important."
"I told the baby you would love them but you just needed to know about it." He leans his head back against the head rest.
It's too much. It's another thing he's failed at. He should have answered Max's calls. He should have known it wasn't about racing, that it was more important, that Max needed him. That there was a baby, their baby, and Max was trying to tell him.
The punishment, Daniel supposes, is finding out like this.
Daniel holds Max's hand the whole way to the hospital.
#where the light is#fic fic tumblr fic#maxiel#choo choo#the mpreg train is leaving the station#(again)#(except this time it's just from Daniel's pov)#my fic
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adult au hirano is so fascinating. he's young and hot and wealthy and has friends who care about him but he's also a workaholic with a shopping problem who keeps filling his house with useless garbage he never even uses. he's super successful and deeply miserable for years and years until he moves in with his old roommate again. and he never stops to think about any of it except when kagi is unseriously talking about ending the life they've built together. THEN he gets so worked up he accuses him of blackmail. what's wrong with you man
#hirano to kagiura#kghr#can you tell ive been in the trenches lately#we dont see hirano pov much if at all in the au#except we do and its when hes watching sasamiya be a couple and the yearning hits him all at once#insane guy. i need to dissect him under a lab microscope.#the fact that kagi is genuinely worried his hoarding will make him unmarriageable was hilarious ngl
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i never posted this fic bcs i thought it came out weird but i feel the need to tell someone about this exchange i think about constantly
bob's pov:
#quality contender for top ten stupidest things i've ever written#ironically the next line is “you're not as funny as you think” and i'm pretty sure that describes me remembering this line for weeks#yes i wrote this in both povs. bcs i wrote it in bob's first and then thought it read weird. so i wrote john's pov but that too read weird#that's okay though it's far from the first thing i've written and then thrown in the bin never to be seen again (except for this part)#god i'll never get over the fact that their names are BOB and JOHN#sentryagent#voidwalker#wipped cream
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Hello Ichor
I saw your requests are open and Wh40k is on the list, so can I request a yandere!Emperor of mankind x reader with SMUT?
The plot is reader is a qualified mercenary and busy doing her mercenary stuff. She met Big E (not knowing it was him) and impressed very much so he decided to take her with him. The reader wasn’t pleased and tried to do what she could do to get the Emperor off her back…but didn’t reach success)
“Hello Anon! It seems the Yandere!Emperor has made a few of you… worship him unintentionally like with his son…” - Ichor
Summary - “Being a skilled mercenary means you would have some unusual employers… You didn’t think it would include a huge red flag covered in gold.”
||Taglist has been moved to the bottom for a more organized look, and so people don’t have to scroll a mile just to see any writing.||
||Words: 1.4k||TW// Yandere, Entrapment, Smut, Noncon/Dubcon Fingering(I do not condone these actions.)
“You sicken me.” You lowly growl your words at him. Eyes narrowed at him from where you stand: high above and away from his grasp. You weren’t a fool to be so close to a figure of ultimate power like him. A proclaimed god; an Emperor. “You tricked me.”
However, you have been a fool not to realize the mask’s he wears.
You have this Emperor on… “common grounds” you would like to say, but considering you were on the job, taking care of things that your job required? It was more or less on enemy grounds, and he was in the way. In front of your target; talking to them as if this person didn’t cause atrocities that would have an hit on their back.
This target of yours has done the common thing: Pissed off a higher power. Something that not many would want to ever do, or even dare to do, and yet here’s your target. Wanted for foul words and… unholy actions upon young with the price of his head being quite a generous mount for such an easy kill. Well, besides the damn Emperor in your way, or at that time he called himself “Hercules.” A name you did hear upon history…
Besides positively feeling he was giving you a fake name. You usually don’t take missions from the rich, you didn’t like the dance between them and how they hold themselves above, but there are some poor that can be just as evil as them. All because they might not have lived correctly. A saddening reason, honestly.
“Tricked you?” The golden titan below you looks up at you with a blank, eerie stare. His eyes softly glowing with hidden mysteries and power. “You came to me willingly, little one.”
“Don’t bullshit me.” You dare to curse, your eyebrows coming together in anger. Your hand tightening into a fist around your bladed weapon. “You manipulated me, made me trust you despite my refusal to do so.”
“Did I now?” He just hums at you, tilting his head as his hair falls from his shoulder. “Should I remind you of your times together? Or will I have to remind you.”
You would have winced at his words, but you didn’t want to lose your pride in front of this… asshole. He didn’t deserve it, but his simple words do remind you of the times you did have together. Only because you didn’t know the man was the Emperor despite your gut churning tightly inside of you, but it also fluttered for a moment too. Your heart being slowly charmed by this man’s persistence until he showed his true colors.
“Really?” You scoff, shifting your weight. Pointing at him with your weapon. “We only had our moments because you made it so, not I.”
“It takes one and some dedication to start something, no?” He smiles up at you, all full of false disgusting charm. You might even have preferred Nurgle right there instead of a man. You hear how well the followers are…
You would have winced at his words again though. He was always finding a way to contradict you by the smallest amount. It almost felt degrading, like he was nit picking at everything you have done and turning it against you like some drama filled family.
“One has to reciprocate the feeling.” You retort, folding your arms in a way where you can still have your weapon in your hand. “I did not.”
“Hmm, but you did.” The fucker almost sings, you can hear it in his tone, and you swear to god (not him) that you find a way to kill this man over and over. “You cried out to me, raked those little claws of yours at my back while I stuffed you full of me.”
You blink at his words, a bit surprised by his boldness to even voice such actions out before an embarrassed blush over comes you. You head moving to look away from this bastard. “You tricked me.”
“No, I courted you.” He rumbles lowly, finally moving from his spot and suddenly appearing right besides you. Your arms unfolding as you stumble back while you look up at his towering figure. Your thoughts breifly wondering how you even took this guy. “And you, little one? Fell for it.”
“Did not.” You argue quickly, without thinking. The hairs on the back of your neck standing up while you continue to take steps backs away from him while he advances. “I never accepted anything from you.”
“Oh, but you did.” He sighs, almost groans. The top of his body curling down to your height to quickly grasp at your neck. His touch surprisingly gentle with how he was portraying himself at the moment: imitating, dangerous. A grunt leaving you as you found yourself back against one of the many walls this being keeps you trapped in. “You took me.”
"Taking your cock doesn't mean shit." You spit at him. Glaring up at him even if he had the advantage on you. His face wincing slightly back. "If anything, that was a one-night stand."
"Foul woman." He sighs before tightening his hand on your neck, restricting some of your air flow. His turn to down glower down upon you. "You hurt me with your words."
"Bullshit, you don't have any feelings." You call him out, not even knowing if he had any or not but your mind thinks so. Your neck going under a bit of strain by his hand, but you will not oppose to his pleasure. "You're not even human. You don't deserve the title of "Emperor of Mankind.""
He gives you a sudden huff of a laugh, his form coming in closer as he painfully makes you look up at him. His breath painting your cheek as his eyes seem glow a bit more brightly. "You have no idea, little one-"
"I don't want to have an idea." You cut him off, testing his patience. The room feeling like it has gotten incredibly cold as this man snarls at you before coming forward to thrust is tongue into your mouth. His actions forceful, exploring your mouth anyway he likes while his other hand comes down to wrap around your waist a pick you off the ground.
“I’m going to break you, little one.” He growls into your lips rather calmly for a being that is angry. One of your hands having to brace yourself on his shoulders while the other hand with your weapon rises high above. His own strength hauling you up more upon him with ease. Stealing everything he can from you, the oxygen in your lungs included. “Then, you would have no other objections to spare.”
“You’re a cunt.” You manage to breath out, sacrificing you own air and energy to the man in order to try and get an hit on him as your thrust your armed hand down. “Gah!”
He makes you fall backwards onto a silky bed, making you miss your hit as his hands roam. Going from your waist and all the way up to your torso and to your armed hand. One of his hands wrapping around your wrist to keep such dangerous object out of the way, and to keep you pinned in place. The other hand? Sneaks under your waist line, sliding quickly over your folds and teasing you.
“Such a violent woman you are…” He purrs, his body looming over you, casting a shadow. His eyes watching every twitch of skin that betrays you. Upping the game by sliding his middle finger inside of you, making you still and gasp out for a second. “…All the more intriguing.”
He moves the finger inside of you, curling it in all the best places. Carefully watching you every single time you whither and groan out to his stoic amusement. His actions being particularly hard when you try and reject him.
"F-fuck you." You moan out, your body arching in unwilling pleasure. His hand around your armed hand tightening while his fingers go deep inside of you, making sure you are feeling him in any way. "Y-You are no g-god."
"Hmm." He hums at you, leaning down closer to you before giving you a chuckle. The sound masculine and seductive. His lips too close to your neck for your liking. His finger hitting just right inside of you where you gasp near his ear. "That's right, I am not."
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I go. It's safe like an ambulance is safe. You being inside means you're already hurt. A Poem is a Place by Isabelle Correa
#check please#jack zimmermann#a poem is a place by isabelle correa#check please edit#there's something about jack fully submerging himself into the world of hockey#and committing the same errors again and again#because hockey enables him to do so#bitty's pov paints jack partying and drinking as good and that he's happy now#but the reality is that jack's an addict#and we end check please with jack in relationship with a man who enables him friends who enable him and a sport that enables him#and i don't think it's a happy ending#it's a tragedy#because jack didn't actually grow as a person or face his inner demons#and the inner demons didn't just go away#the fear of failure#of feeling like he'll never measure up to his dad#that his place in the hockey world is conditional#and it just became more condition by coming out publicly with no plan#and with a boyfriend who doesn't know how to keep anything a secret despite jack being a private person#and i would argue the only person who didn't enable jack#who actually pushed back on the narrative jack was telling himself at samwell#was kent#but jack doesn't like being challenged and he doesn't like being wrong and of course he's fine now he's totally fine#everyone tells him he's fine and great and perfect#just listen to bitty#jack's totally fine#except that's not true#because he's still in hockey and he is still has anxiety and he's still drinking and he's still refusing to see a world#where he isn't in hockey#and so it's like the poem goes
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I hate not-Painted Verso because he makes me too aware that you can't write on anything that isn't yours and have it be faithful. Writing from not-Painted Verso's pov is not only impossible because we can only know him with limits, but also because it'd echo back to the fact we write him how we interpreted him to be. That wouldn't make us any different than Aline and Renoir. That is not to say the creation we come up with won't be worth celebrating. It just means saying it's Verso feels weird and fake because we don't know him
#that being said i am craving for more fanfiction centered around him and also from his pov#sth sth i contain multitudes#i just know that id have all the problems in the world attempting to write him because. because i'd feel like im writing yet another copy#when *he*'s the one i want to get to know#but how to you get to know a corpse.#expedition 33#clair obscur#e33 spoilers#clair obscur spoilers#expedition 33 spoilers#verso dessendre#its like a constant of 'he would not fucking say that' except that would he. would he say it would he not.#hes making me too self-conscious about characterization. hes finally at rest and i dont want to make him suffer another mask and performance#yknow?#that is my own issue tho i rejoice when other ppl manage to write about him#because i also feel that. that man deserves to speak and be heard dammit
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the final phrase of my last sentence / hangs in the air, sounding stupider and stupider
#THE LINK IS MY BIRDRICK PLAYLIST. LISTEN TO IT PLEASEEEEE#rick and morty#birdrick#rick sanchez#rick c137#oh my GOD i struggled w the colours on this one. im SOOOO bad at colours man 😭😭😭😭😭 bane of my life#idgaf if this isnt how it happened in the actual scene. imagery over truth#if it bothers u ummm imagine its a dream or smth.#had to take dreadful reference pics of myslef for this. worth it#i might change the playlist art at some point to smth more fitting but idgaf i just want to show ppl now#and ive wanted to draw this for a whileee now lol#BUT YEAHHHHH. LISTEN TO MY PLAYLIST BOY#artsbotz#oh my god ok im not makinga ny more tiny edits. POST#COMPLETELY FORGOT TO TALK ABT THE PLAYLIST LOL#urmm hopefully its kinda clear which pov each song is. except a few kinda mixed ones#it goesssss all the way from them meeting up until like. s5 ending kinda#apologies again for all the csh. youll have to cope im afraid#its vital listening. listen to twin fantasy btw. btw
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