#fuck me i told the followers that i would tag every ship as i can but i almost dont wanna because im embarrassed

[konohamaru-sensei]

one thing you need to know about me is that I contain multitudes

[gabrielsbubblegumbitch]

do you have any opinions on the hazbin critical and vivziepop critical tags?

tw // mentions of sexual abuse and sucide

I have a personal beef with them. And not because I love Hazbin and Vivzie so much but for more presonal reasons so the following opinion won't be measured at all.

Now, don't get me wrong, there are some legit criticisms out there. Like, the show could definitely do better with body diversity and giving us more varied sapphic relationships instead of just throwing a ton of male/male couples at us. And, yeah, Vivzie's response to some of the criticism has been... questionable. (I still cringe when I think about that one time she explained that Raphielle can ship ValAngel because they are sa survivor, but Raphielle explicitly admitted to not be one).

But then, there's stuff that's just... pulled out of nowhere. Like the whole thing about Valentino being a "fetish character." Come on, the world of villains is filled with queer, flamboyant baddies. What sets Valentino apart is how his abusive behavior is shown in the open, making us rethink our love for villains. If it weren't for Mascarade, people would worship this moth daddy gangster in a dress, much like they are with Vox now. It's hard to root for the bad guy when you see the fallout of their actions. Like, Loki committed war crimes and no one was outraged when he got his own TV series and dragged creators for supporting atrocities.

Constant Valentino/Angel Dust discourse actually leads to the more serious issues I have with this "community", more harmful than just "bad media literacy" like the way they handle the topic of sexual abuse and weaponize it, without ever listening to victims. There is this constant shitstorm about Angel being a "bad sa survivor rep," that the way he's written is insensitive because "he shouldn't be horny, he's sexually traumatized." Like, do these people not understand that making Angel unable to enjoy his sexuality the way he wants would essentially mean acknowledging that it's no longer his but belongs to his abuser now? Also, the argument I keep seeing that drives me BAT SHIT CRAZY aka "I can enjoy this media that is centered around murderer, you cannot enjoy the media that treats rapist as a nuanced character because rape is objectively worse than murder." WHO THE FUCK TOLD YOU THAT? Reading this makes me feel so angry and sad and guilty because frankly, I was raped, and of course, it was horrible but still I'd choose it any time over being murdered. Because I have my life, I'm loved, and I love, I pursue my dreams, and I can still experience so many good things in my life. Painting sexual assault as this worse-than-death experience is not the feminist take they think it is and does not do victims any good.

Or accusations that Vivzie's support of fandom bullying led to someone taking their life. It's such a ridiculous and harmful claim. Honestly, this thing always makes me heated because suicide is not an easy decision, ask any person who ever faced it. It's not like "ah, this stranger told me to kms, I guess I gotta do it now." Of course, any kind of bullying and abuse adds to the suffering and can be the final trigger, but to me, it's just so disrespectful and harmful that someone could have experienced prolonged, intense suffering and all of this is omitted, their death labeled as a result of "fandom bullying" and weaponized in fandom drama. Also, it's simply cruel to put the blame for it on one, uninvolved person.

Also, it always annoys me when people hold small creators to immensely high standards while not doing the same with others. If we keep lynching and canceling every media that is not objectively morally pure, we won't be left with only perfect media. We will be left with media produced by white, privileged billionaires who might be real-life rapists, abusers, and thieves but are too powerful to be taken down by social media outrage. Hazbin's success is a major W for the underappreciated medium of animation (we saw what WB did to 90% of their animated shows), unpopular genres like musicals (Wonka creators were literally too ashamed to market it as one??), and unapologetic queer narratives that are not written for a heteronormative audience or centered around queer oppression (ofmd, the other medium I can think of in that realm has just been canceled). I can't stand people so desperate to put it down driven by their black-or-white sense of morality. Kant won't be patting your back for being the Moraliest Person because you bullied an indie creator and her fans.

Also everyone who feels the need to explain me hazbin critical agenda - save your breath. I'm very emotional about it and I frankly don't fucking care why you think you are right.

[damnedrainbows]

RULES:

These are five years old and are going to change with things to be added in the next few days, but they’re mostly the same! A i was informed they weren’t showing up on my blog so I made a pin for now

Muses:

Generally the entire show, but my mains are Alastor, Lucifer, and Charlie

Following and Unfollowing

I am selective.

I will only follow back blogs I actively wish to RP with. Or people I’ve made friends with. I’ll be ever grateful for every follower I get, but it doesn’t mean I’ll follow you back.

You don’t have to be an rp blog for me to rp with you. One of my partners is just a normal fandom blog. Writing is writing C:

I don’t do exclusives. For me I find it takes a lot of the opportunities away to get to know more cool people. If you want to make me an exclusive for something…go right ahead, but I won’t do the same. You’ll simply stay my partner. I want to be able to interact with everyone. That being said, I do mains! That doesn’t really mean anything other than your blog would be the first I tag if I see something that reminds me of our muses, that sorta thing.

If I hear wind that you’re harassing any of my friends you’re done. And if you’re harassing me in any way. I do not put up with bad treatment of my friends or me. You don’t want a block from me. Jordan doesn’t block ANYBODY.

Threads and Communication

Sometimes I’ll have long posts, sometimes short ones. It depends purely on my inspiration at the time, but I’ll always put my best effort in. I want you to do so too!

Before writing any verse you want to do, please talk to me first C:

I LIVE FOR RANDOM STARTERS TBH. It’s like…waking up to Christmas morning and seeing your present. Mutuals please drop me a random starter any time.

I play my characters the way I want to play them, the way I interpret them. So if you don’t like how they’re played, that’s fine, but I’m not likely to change it.

If you send IC memes please specify the muse, since…well, I have the whole show.

I’m of age so I do smut but nothing too-too graphic. It will be tagged of course.

My threads are for my PARTNER only. Or partners if it’s a threeway. Please do not reblog them. You can like em, you can use the little reply button to say something–if you really want to talk about something that’s happening in them shoot me a message-but do not reblog unless you are said partner. C:

For the love of God, don’t hound me. I’m aware I can take a while to reply, but I have a lot of threads usually at the same time and some I have more muse for than others. Please don’t link me to our thread, please don’t say “it’s your turn” or some sort of variation of passive aggressive harassment. You aren’t going to make me respond faster. You are just going to spark my anxiety and make me resent our rp. If it’s been four days feel free to message me–not four hours.

Unless you’re a canon character my muse needs to get to know you a bit. C: So it’s unlikely you can just pop up to one of my muses, never having met, like ‘hi, how you been?’ and not have them be like “who da fuck are you"

Shipping

Shipping will mainly be thread-dependent. If you feel like our muses may mesh, go for it!

I will not tolerate hate for what I ship. I don’t need to be told I’m shipping something unhealthy because chances are I’ll state it’s unhealthy and I by no means condone dating a psychopath in real life. Hate will be deleted and blocked.

When it comes to OC ships and any ship really, ship needs chemistry. Do not force a ship onto my muses. They need to get to know each other, and this mainly applies to OC ships–not so much the pr-established characters in the show. If I already ship it, I’m down to jumping straight into a shipping thread.

Crossovers

I am mildly less selective with crossovers since this show is literally…all about crossing over into other media. I’m still selective but not as much. For my own comfort I won’t be rping with characters from the Sonic franchise.

Triggers and Tagging

I know very little about triggers myself and what people consider a trigger. IF you want something tagged you’ll have to ask. I’ll be clueless otherwise, but I will tag all ships. And the basic gore and blood and such. Be aware of the fact I have bad memory problems. If I forget to tag something you asked me to tag I’m sorry, it wasn’t on purpose.

This is an insanely dark show and there will be a lot of blood and gore and horror. There will be torture and killing talk, but it will still be tagged.

Mun Notes

I have serious memory problems. Like, really bad due to a combo of illnesses. Cut me some slack, I’m going to forget rules and probably certain triggers if I’m not used to tagging them. You have no ida how many friggin rule pages I’ve read on this blog. I’ll do my best but I’m going to forget, and probably more than once. It’s not my fault, I’m trying my hardest.

I do not do passcodes. For some reason they make me…severely anxious and I don’t know why. If we rp, I’ve read your rules, rest assured. If you really really depend on a passcode…well, we probably won’t be rping then. ;-; sorry.

I’m a physically disabled person who’s online rather…all the time because I can’t work really. So rp is like all I got going on right now as I work on my animation portfolio at home.

I’m a very sweet twenty two four old that loves to talk to people. Talk to me any time about my muse, about anything! Feel free to approach me just to talk in general. I really love people! We don’t have to rp to be friends.

And finally, what I write, my characters’ views do not reflect my own. I do not condone the destruction of entire civilization or eating babies. Unless they are tasty babies.

[danceswithsporks]

Hiiii, I'm dipping my toes nervously in the world of asks 🫣😂

I'd like to request "did you just kiss me to shut me up?" With Howzer (or Rex, if you have a preference)

Maybe Reader is rambling about something, getting lost in their thoughts. Maybe even building up some anxiety from overthinking? Or just sort of a special interest rant what ever tickles your fancy more. (Reader thinks they're annoying him)

GN reader if possible :)

Feel free to ignore if it's not up your alley and have a great day 🫶🏼

Motte! Thank you for dropping a request!! It always makes me so happy to se you pop up in my notifications!!

I hope I did your request justice with this! While it’s currently just Rex, I do have plans to add Baja Blast daddy Howzer in later! (I’ll tag ya when that happens)

Took so much for me not to go full fic length with this! It was such a cute idea!

“Did you just kiss me to shut me up?”

You stared at the smoking remains of your crashed starship. Debris had hit the thrusters and knocked you out of the sky. if not for Rex’s expert piloting skills, you’d be dead.

“Fuck, no one knows where we are and the comms are fried.” You chewed your lip nervously. A covert mission with very few knowing your destination and even fewer knowing the exact route you were taking. Those few being you and your captain.

Rex could see the panic beginning to settle into you. “Don't panic. I’m sure we can figure something out. Besides, General Skywalker was supposed to be following a day behind us.”

You quickly turned from the sizzling console in front of you, shock in your eyes. “You told him our route?” Only you two were supposed to know! When Rex shrugged and nodded you felt an anger boil within you. “How could you tell him without telling me? I know you don’t trust me as far as you can throw me but this was my mission. I was in charge! This was my chance to prove myself.”

“I was doing my job as a soldier. Making sure our commanding officer knew our route in case something like this happened.” His arms crossed with a humph before wincing slightly. It seemed he’d injured himself in the crash after all. Golden eyes checked to see if you’d noticed the way he’d grabbed at his shoulder and when he found a worried look on your face l, he knew you had.

“You're injured.” Rushing to the back of the ship, you managed to find and pull out the med pack that Kix had packed for you both. On top of medical supplies, there were also three days of rations within for emergencies.

“I’m fine, Commander.” He watched you carefully as you flitted around the ship looking for emergency supplies. Every time you found something you’d run it over to his feet and drop it before running back to the ship. Each time he tried to offer to help and you’d simply push him back into place. After a few minutes, you finally slowed and dropped the small crate that would house your emergency tent. “Commander, I’m fine.”

“Still, I’d rather take a look at it to be sure. Last thing we need is you being injured.” Until you were back on the Resolute and near a bacta tank all you had were some patches and spray. If a bone was broken or dislocated he’d be screwed. It took you a moment to configure everything so you could successfully carry the two bags and the tent crate. As well as having a free hand to grab firewood as you moved away from the crash site. “Let’s get someplace more secure then I’ll take a look.”

“Commander” his words were stopped as you shot him a glance that said ‘end of questions’ he decided to ask just one more. “At least let me carry something?” Rex held his hand out to you waiting for you to pass something over. When you shook your head and began to walk into the woods around you, he sighed and followed close behind. He tried his best to keep a close eye on the area around the both of you as you trekked through the woods, but your ass in your Jedi armor was just too damn sexy to ignore.

Months, it had been literal months since you joined the Resolute and he’d gotten his first look at you. You were everything he’d dreamed of. Kind, sweet, and caring with a heart far too pure for a war-torn galaxy like yours. You cared for his brothers and himself more than even General Skywalker and Ahsoka did and you always found time to relax in the barracks with all of them and chat or listen to their woes. You’d even given him advice on how to ask out the person he'd been crushing on without even realizing it was you. Rex chewed his lip as you stopped and bent over to pick up some wood. The way your ass looked in those pants was absolutely mesmerizing and he felt filthy just imagining you bent over in front of him naked.

He was such a confusing man. You constantly got feelings of adoration and desire from him whenever you were near one another and while you had been crushing on him since your first day with the 501st, it was hard to gauge where you stood with him. You’d helped him out when he’d asked for dating advice, even if it did kill you inside to know he was crushing on someone else, and you found him always joining you and the others in the barracks when you’d all relax with one another. But he’d never made a move or even a flirting comment to let you know his feelings. For all you knew he simply saw you as a friend or worse, a sibling. It was that thought rushing through your stressed-out mind as you stopped to pick up a few dry twigs for the fire that was suddenly interrupted by the intense feeling of desire coming from the clone. It had to be a mistake, perhaps you were simply reading the emotion wrong? A shudder ran through your body at the thought of you two naked and him holding you ran wild through your mind. How many dreams have you had in the last few months of that very scenario? Rex cleared his throat from behind you, pulling you from your dirty thoughts. “Everything ok?” You turned and stepped back over to him, looking him over for discomfort.

Stars, those eyes of yours were always so warm and welcoming to him. No matter the situation, he knew he could rely on them for comfort and understanding. “Y-yeah. Spotted a mountain peeking through those bushes, figured we might be able to find a cave or use it as a partial wall for protection.” He motioned in the direction he’d just mentioned, sure enough, the gray of a mountain could be seen through the lush greens and browns of the woods around you.

You balanced everything in your arms into one hand and used the force to move some of the debris and earth out of the way, revealing a small overhang at the base of the mountain. It wasn’t a cave, but it would be enough to build a barrier around and store the heat from your fire. “Nice eyes, Captain.” In both catching the mountain before you passed it and in color. Maker, how you adored the golden color of his eyes. How they reminded you of the warm sun in the early hours of the morning and the comfort of a hot cup of caf with cream. If you weren’t such a tip-yip when it came to flirting with him then you would have told him as much. But you were, so instead you just led the way towards the overhang.

It seemed secure enough and once the two of you set up the tent and a barrier generator, it was perfectly safe. It took you moments to get a fire started and with that settled you turned your attention to Rex. “Alright, armor off.” You’d already shed your robes and sat in your base layers next to the fire. Beside you, the med kit sat open and ready for use and the warmth of the fire beckoned him to join you. “Promise I’ll be gentle.”

Rex swallowed the lump that had been forming in his throat as he carefully reached up to unlatch the pauldron on his left arm, the armor clattered to the dirt ground with a thud before he attempted to unlatch the right side. But the pain in his shoulder was too much and he winced in pain. It was definitely sprained if not dislocated.

“Here, let me help.”

He froze at the gentle sound of your voice as you carefully stepped around the fallen armor. You stared at him with those caring eyes, asking for permission to touch his armor and him. Rex nodded slowly and inhaled as your fingers carefully ran over the pauldron looking for the latch.

You thankfully knew what you were doing thanks to Fives and Echo showing you how the armor worked. It took only a moment for you to find the latch and once you did the armor clattered to the ground at your feet. A few more latches and the chest plate followed suit. Soon he was standing before you with just his lower armor on and his black top. “I’ll need to remove this.” You tugged at his shirt to make it clear what you meant. Rex stared at you for a moment as if lost in his thoughts before nodding and moving his good arm to pull the shirt off. You had every intention of helping him but between the sight of him easily reaching behind his neck with one hand and pulling off the shirt, and the thickness of the air that hung between the two of you, it was impossible to move.

Fuck, he was so much more handsome than you could have ever expected. Sure, you’d seen Fives and the others topless at the swimming arena in the Coruscant barracks, but never Rex. He’d always made himself sparse when it came time to swim. You had no clue why he would be so shy when he was stunning to look at. The muscles that rippled and covered his body were almost intoxicating and the many scars that covered it just made him even more beautiful. It was him clearing his throat that made you realize you were staring. You quickly shifted your eyes to his shoulder in hopes of playing off what had just happened as just general concern, you truly hoped it worked.

Your eyes fell on the already bruising shoulder and you made a worried face. “That doesn’t look good.” You reached down quickly and took his hand, leading him to the fire.

Rex nearly collapsed at the feeling of you touching him and helping with his armor, as soon as you’d tugged on his shirt his knees had felt like jelly. He’d done so well avoiding you seeing the scars that littered his body, worried that you’d find them repulsive. You weren’t like that though and he knew you weren’t like that, but even still he worried. So he’d always find an excuse to avoid swimming with you and the boys, something he regretted every time because Kriff, he really wanted to be as near to you as possible. Rex didn’t hear a single word you said as you pulled him towards the fire, worry taking over your inquisitive features.

A hiss came from the clone captain as you carefully ran your fingers over the injured shoulder. “I’m sorry.” You chewed your lip in worry as you pulled out a portable scanner and ran it over his shoulder slowly. A long sigh left you as you took in the results. “Your shoulder is dislocated.” Turning the device so he could see, you began to think about how to fix this.

“You’ll have to set it then.” He’d tried to say it with as calm a face as possible but he knew the pain could be immense. Looking at you, he found your face filled with shock and worry. “Hey, I know you can do this.”

“It’s going to hurt like hell and Kix didn’t pack any pain reliever of that level.” He’d only packed the basics. “You could potentially black out from the pain alone.” And for you to be the cause of that pain? You hated to even think about it.

“Rather be in pain for a moment than the three-day minimum it’ll take for them to track us.” That’s if the mayday transponder was broadcasting. If they missed you two then it could be even longer. “I trust ya, Commander.” He reached over and squeezed your hand gently while nodding reassuringly to you.

Oh, he was dead serious about you doing this! A lump you hadn’t even realized was in your throat was swallowed as you nodded back. “O-ok.” Kriff you were gonna do this. “I-if you pass out. I’ll never forgive you for leaving me alone here for even a moment.” You stood and repositioned yourself behind him. “Here, lay back.” Grabbing one of your robes, you threw it down so his head wouldn’t be in the dirt. “I need you to lay flat.”

“I won’t leave ya alone. I swear.” He swallowed at the feeling of your hands on his bare shoulder while you guided him down to the ground. “Sounds like ya know what your doin'.” Man, he really hoped you knew what you were doing.

“I’ve read about doing this, but never attempted it myself.” Your eyes slid away from his and looked around for something to bite down on. “Here” you pulled your holster over and discarded the contents unceremoniously before passing it to Rex. “But down on this.” The last thing you needed was his screams of pain drawing any unneeded attention.

“I can’t, not on that. You said your master gave that to you before she died.” He’d very clearly remember that story, like he did with every tale you told them.

He’d remembered that? Oh, your heart fluttered so much. “Yeah. But I can always get a new one. Can’t get a new you.” Before he could remark, you slid the leather into his mouth. “Tell me to stop if it becomes too much.”

The redness creeping across your cheeks was downright heart-stopping. You were flirting with him, weren’t you? Did that mean… his thoughts were ripped from him as you carefully moved his injured arm in small circular motions while keeping his arm leveled with his body, Rex fought the urge to scream as best as he could but it truly felt like you were ripping his arm off.

Tears burned your eyes as you continued to move his arm 90 degrees with his body. The little two-inch circles you were making worked to wiggle the joint back into its socket. You held your breath, waiting for him to tell you to stop but he continued to groan and scream through the pain. No longer were his warm and comforting golden eyes watching you, instead they were squeezed shut as he tried to stay conscious. “A-almost there.” If you did it right then as you lived his arm towards a 120-degree position you’d hear a…

*pop*

“That’s it!” You carefully returned his arm to resting over his stomach as you dove for the medic pack. You could have sworn there was a sling in there.

Rex felt like he was going to pass out and vomit at the same time from the pain. The excitement in your voice as you declared it in place was wonderful to hear down the long tunnel you seemed to suddenly be in. “G-great job, Mesh’la.” Rex groaned slightly as his good arm covered his eyes, the darkness pulling at the corners. “Ya…did..it.”

“Mesh’la?” Echo had told you about these terms of endearment after Jesse had called you cyare. But to hear Rex actually call you that had nearly knocked you out! That had to mean he liked you like you liked him! Turning back to him with the sling in hand, you let out a shriek as you realized he’d passed out. “Rex? Rex!”

-*-

It was dark by the time Rex had come to, his arm now secured in a sling and his head propped on a bundle of your robes. “Commander?” He sat up quickly and looked around for you, finding you close to the fire with your knees pulled up to your chin. When you didn’t look at him he worried that he’d upset you by passing out after saying he wouldn’t. He hadn’t meant to, it seemed with everything that had happened that day his body was just done.

Hearing his voice after you’d finally calmed yourself down was like the sweetest thing ever. But at the same time, it wasn’t, for it meant facing the anger that was inside you at him. He’d assured you he wouldn’t leave you alone and yet he’d passed out for four hours! How could you not be mad? “How are you feeling?” Your voice was void of any emotion as you walked over to him and checked the sling. “Any more pain?”

“No. Just dull.” The way you avoided making eye contact with him stung. He’d essentially promised you he wouldn’t and yet he had, you had every right to be upset with him. Reaching up, he took your hand in his and tried his best to meet your eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“Does it feel cold? Hot?” You slid your hand from his and tapped at the hand in the sling. “What about this?” You fought the urge to cry and yell at him bubbling within you.

“Commander.” Rex tried to get your attention once more.

“If it’s cold then you’re losing circulation and I may have pinched something.”

“Commander, please.”

“But if it’s getting hot then there may be an infection starting. But I did give you an antibiotic stem so that shouldn’t be the case.”

Rex sighed as you continued to ramble on, ignoring him. He’d seen you like this one other time when Hardcase had injured himself trying to play a prank on Jesse. You’d become so focused on taking care of him that it had taken them nearly an hour to focus once more. “It feels fine.”

“The bruising has started to diminish a bit and I’m not seeing any swelling so that’s a good sign.” You tried to ignore the way his fingers on his injured hand wrapped around yours. “Oh good, you have movement there,”

“Please, look at me.”

“I went through our rations while you were out. Seems if we take our time we should have enough to last a week.” You motioned across your little campsite to the tent crate that now held those rations. “Tomorrow I can go look for a freshwater source and then maybe we could f-“

Your words were cut off by his lips against yours. Everything seemed to spin and explode at the same time as his lips continued to press and rub against yours. You melted into the kiss while your hand found his cheek and you held him close. This was happening! He was kissing you! Your Captain Rex was kissing you right here and now. It lasted for a mere minute but it felt as though it had been an hour. A whine left you as he pulled away to check on you.

“I’m sorry. But you wouldn’t stop…” Rex was cut off by your hand going up to stop him while your other one hovered by your lips in surprise.

“D-did you kiss me to shut me up?” Was that all it had been? A way to shut you up? Honestly, you’d do it again just for the same outcome. But you’d never tell him that.

“You were spiraling like that time with Hardcase.” His good hand held your cheek gently while his thumb ran across your smooth skin. “I’m sorry for passing out.”

So he’s done it to get you quiet so he could apologize. “Oh. It’s…it’s ok.” It seemed so meaningless to be upset by something he clearly couldn’t control. “I’m just…glad your o…”

“Can I kiss you again?” The words left Rex before he could even think about them.

“Please.” Came out like a needy little whine that made your cheeks flare. “I mean, yes. I-I’d like that.”

“Really?” Rex felt like his heart was going to burst out of his chest. You wanted him to kiss you again.

“Oh, Rex. Of course, I do. I’ve wanted you to kiss me for months.” Might as well let the loth cat out of the bag fully. “I've just…never been brave enough to say something.”

“That’s the first time I’ve heard you just call me Rex and not Captain.” And oh how he loved the sound of his name on your lips. You admitted how long you’d wanted him to kiss you and with a chuckle, he shook his head. “I’ve been wanting to for months. But I didn’t know how to even begin. That’s…why I asked for your advice.”

Now it all made sense. He’d been talking about you when he mentioned liking someone who lit up his world. “I…light up your world?”

“Stars, Yes. Whenever you smile, or laugh or hells just look at me!” Rex leaned forward and pressed his lips against yours once more, excited to feel you part your lips and allow him in.

His tongue danced with yours and you saw actual stars. He tasted like everything you’d hoped for. So sweet and filled with eager affection. You hummed happily and wrapped your arm around his neck carefully, pulling him close. You chuckled into his lips as so many things became clear now that you knew he had crushed on you.

Were you really laughing right now? Rex pulled away and smiled at you sweetly as he brushed his finger across your cheek.”What's so funny?”

“When I found that pack of Chandriian butter cookies on my bed, that was you, wasn’t it?” He smirked at you and your heart fluttered. “I had a feeling.”

Rex shrugged as he thought back to that day. “You said to give them something they enjoyed. You’ve constantly talked up those cookies. I knew I couldn’t go wrong with them.” He reached over and tilted your chin up toward him. “I hope you enjoyed them.”

“I did. Now that I know who gave them to me, I can thank you properly.” Moving for him, you pressed your lips against his once more and savored the way he smiled into you. His good arm wrapped around your back and held you close. Your head swam with feelings of delight and desire as he rubbed your side gently. “So much I’ll be thanking you for.”

“Then let me thank you first.” When you raised an eyebrow at him, he chuckled. “For saving my arm, my men and myself. Before you joined us, life was surprisingly dull. Even with Skywalker as our General. But you gave us something to look forward to. You always tell the men the sweetest stories and listen to all of their woes. Thank you, Mesh’la, for being so wonderful.” He peppered a few kisses against your lips as he spoke and thanked you.

“Perhaps we’ll be saying thank you to one another until they rescue us.” For you too had so much to thank him for.

Rex smirked at the idea. “Then let’s get started now”. Leaning down he pulled you carefully into another kiss. He’d kiss you every moment of every hour, of every minute until you were saved and so much longer after

[marunalu]

You say you're a non-shipper but then why are you out there getting all pissy at people for LITERALLY ONLY SHIPPING BkDk and getting overly preotective of Izuocha??

Don't try take this as me hating on Izuocha/Ochako because OhMyGoD i MuSt Be A bKdK sHiPpEr AnD oChAkO iS gEtTiNg In ThE wAy Of My sHip

Just so you know I don't ship Bkdk really don't and yes I admit I love Izuocha

And I'm not doing this just to be rude/mean and try to be a bitchy ass piss baby I seriously wanna know

You call Bkdks hypocrites but here you are being so obnoxious and toxic over a ship???

Shipping is literally only saying hey wonder how these two would be in a relationship without everyone jumping you and telling you that ThIs ShIp WiLl NeVeR bE cAnOn BeCaUsE so and so

Everyone gets it, no way a shonen manga MC will be explicitly stated as Gay and I also get that you really hate bakugou, to each their own you have your reasons which are just as valid as everyone else's but why be so rude and toxic for no reason to people literally only enjoying their ship??

Just because Im a non-shipper I cant talk about my opinion about a ship I hate and its toxic fanbase on MY blog??? 🤨 If I get asks about that topic of course I answer them if Im in the mood or have time! And where am I rude or toxic? Im talking about MY opinion and MY thoughts on MY blog! If a bkdk shipper cant handle my critism of bakugou or their ship thats THEIR problem and not mine! I dont go to bakugou fans or bkdk shippers blogs and posts and attack them, I try to stay away from them as good as I can, unlike all the bkdk shippers who attacked, insultet and told me to kill myself! I never have done something like that and never would! So WHERE am I toxic?? Because I have an opinion I talk about on social media?? Then what are hardcore bkdk shippers of the caliber like dekakchan to you, who openly attack anti bkdk shippers and even other bkdk shippers if their opinion is not the same as theirs on a daily basis, say terrible sexist things about ochako, downplay every other relationship izuku has with his other friends and afterwards play victim when other people call them out for their bullshit?! Why arent you calling out that kind of people instead?!

If I had a problem with the normal part of the bkdk fanbase who just ship for the lolz I wouldnt allow bkdk shippers to follow me and would tell all of them to fuck off! All the bkdk shippers that follow me and I interact with accept that I hate bakugou and bkdk and never attacked me for it nor did I ever attack them! In my posts Im talking about the toxic part of the bkdk shipper fanbase who attack others because their opinion differs from them, because this people are the main reason why bkdk shippers have such a horrible reputation in the rest of the mha fanbase! Thats my right! I can talk and rant on my blog about whatever the hell I want and if people dont like that they can block me for all I care! Or at least blog the anti bkdk and anti bakugou tag, so they dont have to see this kind of posts. If they dont do that thats not my problem, simple as that!

And about the izuocha ship. While I dont ship it, I still think its a cute and wholesome ship like I think iidadeku or tododeku are too and Im supportive of all of them, but I dont look for fanfictions or fanarts of that ships, because Im not interested in shipping. Being a non-shipper doesnt mean, you cant defend a ship or support it though or that you cant like a ship, it just means its not where your main focus is on! Im supportive of izuocha, because ochako gets so much hate from bkdk shippers, simply because they see her as a treat to their ship and because she exists!

And about you saying that everyone knows and accepts that izuku and bakugou arent gay: man you never have read the bkdk posts on twitter, havent you?! 🤣

[one-winged-dreams]

Zack vs Adri's Fictional Parents

ship: adriel & zack (platonic) source: final fantasy vii word count: 1091 cw: transphobia, mentions of abuse, implications of physical abuse, parental trauma, you get it by now.

FUCK IIIIIT, I'm so mad right now I'm shaking, posting this before the guilt sets in.

Not tagging anyone bc it's kind of rough and I know I'm gonna feel guilty for it in a few hours but you're free to reblog it.

This takes place a little after Modeoheim.

"And the parents… Well. They're not acknowledging him at all."

As Tseng relayed the situation to him, Zack could only stare incredulously.

The fact of the matter was, Adriel was missing. As with Angeal and Genesis, the most logical course of action was to ask his family if they had any idea where he might have gone. Little context clues began to align. Adriel had dropped hints that his upbringing had been… Unsavory, to say the least.

But an utter disregard for their own child being missing?

"I have to talk to them, please, tell me where I can find them."

-

Tseng had given Zack the address, and he had followed it to a humble residence in Sector 7. As far as homes went, it was simple - perhaps a bit low-class upon further consideration.

"My parents werrre… Shinra wage slaves?" Zack recalled Adriel relaying this information with a tense, forced smile, "They all but sold me off to the SOLDIER program - just desperate, I guess."

Zack's fists tightened.

"Guess even the money wasn't worth keeping me around, after…"

He couldn't afford himself another moment to remember any of the things his friend had told him.

It would only make this all the more difficult.

With a sharp breath, he knocked on the door, immediately following by putting his hands on his hips and kicking the ground as he not-so-patiently awaited it to open.

As if he had been expected, the door opened after only a few moments, the visage of an older woman with a grim expression greeting him.

"Another one?" she sighed, seeming to analyze Zack as she looked him up and down, "A SOLDIER at that."

"The hell do you mean a SOLDIER?" a masculine voice followed from the adjacent room.

Zack didn't bother to speak yet, a tall man with an equally disagreeable face approached the door to presumably judge his merit as well.

And judge he did, quite clearly so, as he scowled at Zack and then at the woman.

"I thought you ran a Turk off earlier, what the hell did they send a SOLDIER here for?"

This time the woman seemed to direct her ire at the tall man, scowling just as forcefully.

"How am I supposed to know? If you're implying I didn't do good enough-"

"What the hell do you want? State your business or get off my doorstep," the tall man interrupted her to address Zack as if the woman were an annoyance and nothing more.

Clearing his throat, Zack crossed his arms. It was his turn to judge, and so far, these two weren't making a good impression in the slightest.

"I'm here to ask about your son-"

"We don't have a son," the woman interrupted now, glaring at Zack with apparent loathing, "We already told that Turk. You people need to correct those records of yours."

Zack let out a tense breath through his lips, steeling himself.

"Adriel. Your son. Your only child?"

The pair looked at each other before the tall man scoffed and shook his head.

"We had a daughter once. Had. Never a son, though."

"Oh are you SERIOUS," Zack exclaimed in exasperation before he could stop himself. He hadn't intended to lose his cool, he'd had every intention of civilly interacting with these unpleasant people to the best of his ability.

Easier said than done.

This obviously displeased the two further, the woman's glare intensifying.

"Watch your mouth, boy. Hadn't anyone ever taught you any respect?"

"Well maybe if you'd taught HER better we wouldn't be dealing with this right now, would we?"

Zack's jaw tightened, his teeth grinding together in an attempt to endure the horrific implications that he had been given the misfortune of hearing enough context clues to understand.

"Oh, so it's MY fault she turned into a good for nothing disappointment? I TRIED," the woman directed her statement from the tall man to Zack halfway through her sentence, "She had POTENTIAL, and she squandered it. I did my damned best to keep her on the right path, but she had to go and cast us aside. And for what?"

"PLEASE," Zack managed to keep his volume to a level that was stern but still civil, "He's MISSING. Please. Do you have ANY idea where he could have gone? Just- Just tell me and I'll leave you alone."

Even as Zack's fists clenched, even as he fought the tides of rage that swirled inside him, the pair only scoffed in unison.

"She stopped being our problem years ago. If she wants to disgrace herself further and become a deserter then that's on her."

Zack glared in exasperation at the woman as she disregarded Adriel without an ounce of remorse. He could hardly speak, struggling to keep himself agreeable just for this one instance. Just until he could leave and put these two out of his mind.

"She's become shamless, you know that. She probably doesn't know what to do with herself now that that 1st class she was whoring herself out for is g-"

Zack wasn't even aware that he had moved until his fist had connected with the tall man's face so forcefully that it sent him reeling back. Even as he stepped into the motion to grab the man by the shirt and shake him, his self-awareness was lost entirely. He knew he was speaking, knew that the woman was slapping at his arm and shouting, but still, he processed nothing.

It wasn't until he felt someone grapple him from behind and pull him back that he realized what he'd done, Tseng's voice becoming clear as he called out to him, "Zack!"

Everything rushed back at once - the sound of the woman shrieking at him, the sight of the man slumped against the doorframe, and the feeling of Tseng pulling him off the doorstep before releasing him.

"Zack, that's enough," the Turk spoke sternly, addressing him with equal intensity before looking at the pair in the doorway, "We're heading back, you've caused enough of a mess. We'll have to make a report for this," he sighed, clearly inconvenienced but not with a single ounce of judgment.

Zack's fist felt warm as he glowered at the two people in front of him, stomach heaving at not only having not gotten what he'd come for but for being shown proof of the harsh reality he had only been given glimpses of.

"You're right," he spat, offering one last hateful look before turning away, "He IS no son of yours."

[godlesslittlecreatures]

Creature’s Petyr x Catelyn Masterlist, Part I

I've read it all...so you don't have to. 

I was delighted to get back on this app and find that there was demand for something like this. Even in the time since I started compiling this list, I've seen a few other lists going around, which makes my previously-closeted-PxC-shipper heart fucking sing. Y'all, I am not exaggerating when I say I very well may have read every single fic ever written for this pairing. That's both a fool's errand and impossibly easy considering the sheer lack of content, as I'm sure you know yourself if you're reading this post. 

I have stirred the dust at the very edges of the internet in my desperate, months-long search for quality content for this pairing. And believe me you, I'm no stranger to the disappointment of seeing something tagged "Petyr Baelish/Catelyn Tully Stark" (I encounter this issue more on AO3 than anywhere else, really), only for it either be an ancillary detail of the story, straight up nonconsensual, or an attempt by a butthurt ficwriter to punish two characters that so many people in the fandom seem to, at best, grievously misunderstand. Mistagging has caused me many an hour of eventual disappointment and cost me many a precious hour of my life that I will never get back.

But, even after wading chin-deep in all the shit this fandom has to offer, I have found gold. I'm here to prove it exists, if you only know where to look.

But Creature, what makes a fic good? How do you ascribe worth to something so subjective?

I've been told I'm a harsh critic, but this is less about literary merit than it is assessing quality as it pertains to the ship. Of course, many of these DO have some kind of literary merit, or, at least, are enjoyable to read. I grade a fic based on the following rubric, let's call it the Four Commandments of Petelyn Fic :

any acts of a sexual nature MUST - and I cannot stress this enough - be consensual. Do what you do, write what you write - I'm not here to police anyone's work. But don't put a pairing in the ship tag if anything that would earn it that slash between the characters' names is happening against either party's will. I simply will not read it. 

Petyr and Catelyn must have AT LEAST 2 face-to-face, one-on-one conversations. If you're going to use that damn slash, it doesn't have to be the principal element of the story, but it better feature in the foreground of the story, at least. It cannot just be a background detail that's mentioned once, off-handedly, at the end of a 63 chapter fic (true story, y'all). Better yet, it should have significant bearing on the plot, not unlike the way the relationship between the two does in canon - but that's a tall order, apparently. 

I alluded to this earlier. As an extensions of the first tenet - I do not want to feel the heat of the writer's hatred for the two characters through the story. So, SO often will people throw this pairing into some kind of canon divergent something or another and thrust them into each other's arms as a punishment for their Crimes in canon. Cat is Big Mean to Jon, so she gets the boot from Ned and ends up with Caricature of Petyr Who Lacks Any And All Nuance That Made The Character Interesting In The First Place to pay for Her Sins. I'm reading a fic because I like the characters, and I like the idea of them together (or, in many a case, him pining after her), not to stand beside someone on their moral high ground as they punish the two with each other. Again, not here to police anyone's work, so if you hate them both and want to take them to task by forcing them into some kind of relationship, be my guest! But don't expect to find your fic listed here. 

I have my own personal preferences (submissive Petyr, as I am not attracted to dominant men and genuinely don't think he would fill the dominant role in this relationship; I'll always prefer to read something requited, but that's even rarer a find; I'm not entirely crazy about AUs but can make exceptions, etc.) but I am trying to keep this as objective as possible. This list includes a pretty wide range of stuff, all of which I've enjoyed enough to reread at least once.

This may all seem like it goes without saying, but you'd be surprised. 

My credentials? A degree in TV and Film. I've read the books, and have studied the first three seasons of Thrones so closely that if I close my eyes I can watch full scenes in my head. I've been writing fic, fiction, television, and short films for 12 years, and reading and watching for nearly twice as long. And, most importantly, I'm a feral goblin who is batshit insane over these two. 

This list features fic from every corner of the internet - AO3, Tumblr, Live Journal. I unfortunately have been very hard-pressed to find anything that suits my fancy on FF.net, but if anybody has any recommendations (in line with the above), I intend for this list to be a living document.

And no, before anyone asks, I do NOT ship Petyr and Sansa. Respectfully, please keep that far the fuck away from me.

So, without further ado, here's a list of a very picky Petyr x Catelyn girlie's favorite fics.

An EXCELLENT starter kit. This is a three-part series that's currently updating. There are other things going on outside of them, but the relationship is essential to the story, thanks to the Cat POV chapters. This was the gateway drug for me way back when I still felt shame for shipping these two, and I love it still to this day. I love this series so much that, when I received the update notification for a particular Catelyn chapter in the middle of my college graduation, I dropped everything to read it. It moves fast, the political landscape is explored thoroughly, the divergence from canon is both plausible and interesting, and if you're not into smut, it's pretty fade-to-black.

Another one I read just after I'd taken the plunge down the rabbit hole. This is a notable exception to my general aversion to AUs - it works here, the real-world transpositions are not only believable, but clever! It features some pretty complex and subversive relationships between the characters; the PxC is certainly a critical, foreground element, but not always in the most immediately obvious way. Definitely had me Giggling and Kicking My Feet throughout. Refreshing is certainly a word. Obligatory smut advisory on this one, though.

Yes, I know, but hear me out. If you want to sample the best of the PxC wares the internet has to offer, you're gonna have to get down and dirty with Google's 'translate website' feature. This one is WORTH IT. I still tear up every time I read this. I have a particular soft spot for it because it reminds me of a short film I wrote/directed in college about my own experience with rejection and first love.

I believe this one is locked (meaning it requires an AO3 account to access), but making an account is both free and worth it. Yes, I know Winds is never coming out, but in my own delulu canon, this is it, this is the book. End series. Roll credits. 

Short as hell, you get the idea, but still fade-to-black if smut isn't your thing. It's hard to find good, dirty fic for this pairing. I do not currently have the mental bandwidth to be the change I wish to see in the world, but I will gladly support anyone with more patience than I.

Another locked one...oh no, I guess you'll just have to make an account.

Locked, again, but you know the drill. I believe it's by the same writer as the above. Always haunted by things that invoke Ewan McGregor's line in Moulin Rouge! - "thank you for curing me of my ridiculous obsession with love."

Not PWP but smut with themes, a favorite subgenre of mine.

Wholesome fluff to temper the fires of the above.

I think this may have been the very first one I ever read. Short and sweet, I revisit it pretty often.

Unfortunately, Tumblr only lets me add ten links at a time, so this is Part I of a multi-part series. I'll keep this post pinned at the top of my blog and add a link to succeeding parts in the comments.

I intend for this to be a living document - if you have any recommendations, my inbox is always open. Happy reading, my fellow PxC shippers :)

[thegeminisage]

it's time for...a dual tng/ds9 update. i'm gonna be real, i would strongly prefer to put updates for separate shows in separate posts to keep my tags/archive clean, but i tried to imagine doing that for all seven seasons of ds9 (which either run concurrently to tng or voyager) and became horrifically overwhelmed. so, unfortunately, this is the way it has to be. last night we watched tng's "ship in a bottle" and ds9's "captive pursuit."

ship in a bottle (tng):

to be totally honest, i probably would have had more nuanced thoughts on this episode if 1. i hadn't been sleep deprived out of my fucking mind and also had the Worst Day Ever 2. they didn't pronounce the name "regina" to rhyme with "vagina."

like, i'm sorry, WHO SAYS IT LIKE THIS? AND THEY KEPT SAYING IT. every time i calmed down someone would say it again, or catherine would say it again to menace me, and i'd dissolve back into hysterics. i almost couldn't follow the plot of the episode because i was laughing too hard

that said, i did glance over the transcript in the cold light of day, wherein i can (attempt to) read the name "regina" as god and the mean girls intended, and i do have a few thoughts, which are as follows

i don't think moriarty makes a good villain. i mean, it's just a sherlock holmes crossover, which i'm already a little chilly on because of those fucking tjlc people, but also, it's not...really star trek. also lmao him like "YOU FORGOT ME AND I STAYED IN A MICROCHIP FOR FOUR YEARS" and meanwhile picard is like "uh no we totally researched" dude. you didn't. we all forgot about him. please be serious

ALSO, we pulled him from season 2. they were like, "SOMEONE said 'create an opponent who can out-think data'" and they can't even say pulaski's name because that was such a cheap shitty move from a cheap shitty season. do not bring that shit forward. let it die.

the sci-fi concept of "what if this nonsentient npc became self-aware and wanted to be real" is solid, i'll give it that (and bonus points at the end for picard implying they could all be living in a simulation, WHICH THEY ARE, and there's also a theory that our world is one too), but instead of...exploring the concept at all and try to decide what the ethical thing is to do about it, they play this...cat-and-mouse inception game with moriarty instead. AND THAT COULD HAVE BEEN FUN. i was actually decently impressed when geordi caught that thing in his left hand and realized a second before they told us that they had been in the holodeck all along. tng doesn't manage to trick me often and i really enjoy it when they do! i think an episode utilizing that plot twist could have been great! but it's an ENTIRELY DIFFERENT episode than "the holodeck characters may be sentient, what are you going to do about it?"

the implications were also there in "the big goodbye," which apparently won awards even though i hated it - that guy asking if his family would be there when he got home, or if he was just gonna disappear when picard walked out the door. and of course picard walked out the door and he just ceased to exist. and that one episode with what's her name, riker's dinger lady gf. there is EVERY implication throughout this series that the holodeck characters are not only CAPABLE of becoming sentient but that they ALREADY ARE SENTIENT.

THINK ABOUT THIS A SECOND. that fake deanna with no free will of her own that barclay made specifically for him to fuck is sentient. the enemies in the klingon training scenarios. the guys in the westerns. riker's fake family. geordi's creepy holodeck sex doll gf. every background extra in the dixon hill setting. the alternate versions of riker and geordi from those episodes with recordings. the alternate version of riker on the trail where he was accused of RAPE and the victim he supposedly assaulted. ALL SENTIENT.

and instead of doing anything about this, like notifying starfleet and immediately disassembling all the holodecks and never ever making another one or AT THE VERY LEAST ceasing their use until an investigation on whether or not their use is ethical takes place. we just. put moriarty and his poorly named gf into a little cube and make a 4th wall joke. a good 4th wall joke, but still.

like, is it ethical to trap them in a holosimulation that they believe is real for the rest of their endless existence? there's no choice probably but if this is the hell they go through, if they can feel the passage of time between bouts of being solid in the holodeck, isn't it unethical to create more of them?? it is the EXACT argument made for data's personhood in season 2 - the holodeck characters exist to be therapists and entertainers and whores, and there's potentially an entire race of them in there, but it is LITERALLY PHYSICALLY IMPOSSIBLE to give them agency and lives and choices of their own. YOU HAVE TO DISASSEMBLE THE HOLODECK. or stop making these kinds of episodes.

i will say that i was so worried about this being A Barclay Episode but like he was just in it. and that was fine i guess. like he didn't do anything horrible he was just there. i can live with that...but at what cost. good fucking lord. the one time tng has a solid sci-fi premise and they totally waste it on stupid ass bullshit

oh, yeah. the two gas planets colliding in this episode to make a star was cool esp bc one of them was a jupiter knock-off. i'm pretty sure that's not how stars work but i don't know enough about it etc etc etc. compelled me anyway though.

captive pursuit (ds9):

sour note right at the beginning when this poor lady was telling sisko that quark tried to fuck her...i like quark a lot so i wish we could like retcon some of the horrible ferengi stuff cuz it really takes the wind out of my sails. but whatever

i am tosk!!! it was so cute because like he literally is tosk. but then by the end it's a bummer because he's only tosk. you know :(

i love o'brien in this episode. he called the strange alien "friend" like 3 times and then proceeded to become his number one best buddy. i was so worried when he went into the ship alone that this alien was a big meanie who would jump him but instead he just smacked his head which was pretty funny

quark acting as a therapist in this episode was really funny. he's like, tell me about your problems. and o'brien is like, thanks i'd rather die. but then he does and quark is so pleased, it was extremely funny

o'brien busting tosk out really was the only solution and very cool also. o'brien NEVER got to do stuff like this in tng. "die with honor" i love that he got the gist of it and that you could see on his face that he went from wtf to honored and touched. very sweet.

side bar but ODO DOESN'T USE PHASERS??? how does he fight...he's so fascinating to me. i want to know everything about him

surprise sisko moment at the end where he gives o'brien the business and then o'brien is like okay yeah i had that coming but like could you not have caught us. like i was so sure you were gonna catch us. what happened. and then you remember sisko is being a hardass but he literally did tell odo to walk slower. i think it's another good example of sisko threading the needle where he has to follow starfleet's rules but he knows in his heart what the right thing to do is. i like him so much

TONIGHT: tng's "aquiel" and ds9's "q-less" (GROSS what is q doing on this cool show get your tng shit outta here)

[fxllingout]

cait! cait! do you read op fanfics? cause i need some recommendations i don’t really have any preferences romantic, platonic, ship, non-ship, all fine by me i guess the only thing would be no heavy angst i can’t handle that - op anon

i do read op fics! ive read a bit of everything so im gonna rec a bit of everything that i really love to reread

Older Brother's Duties (and also i recommend reading the second fic in the series as well but the first is my favourite of the two). au where luffy is the older sibling and ace just joined the whitebeard pirates and luffy comes to check up on him. i find it very cute (gen fic)

Who We Were Meant to Be, au where luffy joined the marines for reasons and now ace is about to be executed and im not gonna say more because even though me telling you the plot wouldn't really spoil anything cause it's obvious i think you should just experience it all for the first time with no huge primer on it (gen fic)

Watashitachi wa Roger kaizoku desu (we still stand proud), au where the remaining roger pirates come to save their captain's son from execution, also heavy on the shanks and buggy friendship and their not so good past with their former crew members (like in terms of the au not canon stuff) (gen fic)

Shanties for the Weary Voyager okay so this is a series not a singular fic but i have to rec the whole series cause god damn. shanks/makino fics, the first few in the series all follow the main story and then after that are au's of the og fanfic or are one shots connected to the og fanfic. overall summary is it's just shanks and makino falling in love when he first is in foosha and then her waiting for him to come back after he has to leave and then them living happily ever after. first fic in the series is all fade to black but a lot of the ones after are explicit, like straight smut just to warn you so yeah big nsfw warning on this one

You, Drowning Between My Arms usosan fic, interesting concept where sanji keeps reliving the day after he turned down usopp's confession and is trying to fix it EXCEPT it's told from usopp's pov which i really enjoyed it. its like. kinda angsty obviously cause usopp got turned down and sanji is suffering cause he's trying to fix it but it's not heavy heart breaking angst

the demon perched upon the sun zosan pokemon au, another interesting concept, as the fic is told through an oc character. their goal is to beat the pokemon world champion but the world champion, zoro, has disappeared from society so they have to become the world champion and then find zoro where ever the fuck he is to reach their ultimate goal. sanji tags along on oc's quest. you meet the other strawhats every so often. so really its just zosan from outsider pov but done really really well imo. again, kinda angsty, but not heavy i promise

the thing that remains lawlu fic, its just law falling in love with luffy over the course of them meeting until wano. really, thats it. well written. nsfw stuff, though i believe its only right near the end and its not plot relevant so you can skip if you want (iirc i havent reread it in a bit). the rest of the series it's in i also enjoy, though the sanji/katakuri ones are just straight smut so. yeah lmao

Wine and Dine and... Guns? zolusan (is that their correct ship name????) mafia/gang au, the strawhats (excluding sanji) are a gang, and due to certain actions sanji has to join them. nothing much else to say

A Split Thread zolu fic, luffy and zoro get sent back in time after their journey and have a chance to make everything right. zoro goes off on his own to kill blackbeard while luffy gathers the crew. i also quite enjoy the sequel that is zoro's pov

and yeah thats all of them i hope you enjoy !!!!!!!

[klkirbles]

9 ship songs

i got tagged by @omgkalyppso who shared a tav/origin (étoile/astarion) playlist they made. so i am doing the same lmao

i don't have anyone explicitly to tag so if anyone is interested, go ahead! you have my blessing!

the ship is my tav (i still need to fkin name him) and astarion. i've finished his personal quest and romance so it was fun to spend the day making this while i'm still fresh in my feelings.

'metaphor' by the crane wives ( stfy / yt ) astarion pov. the two meet for the first time. tav is more goody at this point, and so astarion acts very superficial towards him.

I've gotten good at leaning on metaphors I've gotten good at living on someone else's page I cut my teeth on second hand sentiments You can't trust a single thing I say I keep my closet free of skeletons 'Cause I'm much better at digging graves But I always dig up bones in your sympathy I can't trust a single thing you say Don't look too hard, 'cause you won't like the scars he left in me

2. 'something in the way you are' by kimbra ( stfy / yt ) tav pov. post-bite has tav very interested in the vampire. relevant to their first intimate encounter.

I'm wondering about your childhood Wonder if you were misunderstood I'm watching you inside your head I wonder if you know how long I can And I can feel it in my bones I love all of the sticks and stones And every little word you say You're breaking me in the best way

3. 'thunder lightning' by iamamiwhoami ( stfy / yt ) astarion pov. his behaviour doesn't seem to deter my tav. in fact, he seems to mostly go along with it.

Got to break the stillness for a while Need to see dеstruction to feel alive And when I say sorry I’m full of lies Got a violеnt streak I'm not ashamed Are you beat yet? Pressure keeps rising high Nothing thrills me like a savage game

4. 'snakeskin' by rina sawayama ( stfy / yt ) relates more to my oathbreaker tav and the influence astarion had in that outcome. he 'sheds' the oath like a snakeskin and follows a new path with his love

Looking for forgiveness I ran into your madness Shutting off my brain just to spite my heart You're slithering, slithering, slithering into my heart, yeah You're changing my, changing my, changing my, changing my mind, yeah I'm shedding, I'm shedding, I'm shedding, I'm shedding my snakeskin You're wearin' it, wearin' it, wearin' it every day, yeah

5. 'daffodil' by florence and the machine ( stfy / yt ) astarion pov. very much an 'oh no i didn't mean to fall in love' song.

I never thought it would get this far This somewhat drunken joke Sometimes, I see so much beauty I don't think that I can cope There is no bad, there is no good I drank every sky that I could Made myself mythical, tried to be real Saw the future in the face of a daffodil

6. 'fade' by lewis capaldi ( stfy / yt ) tav pov. oh look another 'i didn't mean to fall in love' song. this one is more my tav reacting to what happens in astarion's personal quest.

Wish somebody would've told me That I'd end up so caught up in need of your demons That I'd be lost without you leading me astray Guess I'm such a fucking fool for the way that you caught me You make my heart break more every day But don't fade away Well, I know that we've been hardly holding on To tell the truth, I can't believe we got this far

7. 'francesca' by hozier ( stfy / yt ) tav pov. post astarion personal quest. he was there for him since the beginning of their journey and he wouldn't have it any other way.

Do you think I'd give up That this might've shook the love from me Or that I was on the brink? How could you think, darling, I'd scare so easily? Now that it's done There's not one thing that I would change My life was a storm, since I was born How could I fear any hurricane?

8. 'superstar' by marina ( stfy / yt ) they have seen each other at their absolute lowest and overcome some incredible adversaries. they are ride or die.

We'll stick together Make it through the storm You and I Whoever said we couldn't have it all? I love the way we worked so hard Yeah, we've come so far Baby, look at me, you're my superstar When I'm afraid, when the world's gone dark Come and save my day, you're my superstar

9. 'finding you' by kesha ( stfy / yt ) endgame. a nice conclusion for my brain sickness that is this ship.

I know forever don't exist But after this life, I'll find you in the next So when I say "forever, " it's the goddamn truth I'll keep finding, finding you I'm gonna search for your love Right through Hell and Heaven Millions of years yet to come And in all dimensions I know that you'll always be My happy ending

[starrbar]

Tagged by @tannoytalks!

To play, tag 9 people you want to get to know better or catch up with, and then answer the following questions:

Four Ships:

(Possible spoilers for the media each ship is from)

—–- Singed + Silco (Arcane): I'm actually so new to this ship, but my brain suddenly decided to hyperfixate on Singed, and Silco was already one of my favorites too, so just... dubiously united villain couple hello??

The fan fics I've read of them so far are delicious as fuck, and the artwork I've seen is juuuust amazing. Wholesome stuff, dark stuff. I love it all.

And I love the idea of Powder occasionally interacting with Singed, and like he's not really her dad (he's Viktor's heh), but he's still a second wise adult figure in her life, and he uses his thorough understanding of what makes Silco tick to help Powder with communicating with him (or hiding certain little things from him huehue).

Singed is the only character that Silco is never once seen so much as manipulating, let alone intimidating or threatening. I like to think Silco knows that Singed is kind of in a league of his own, and that if he tried to boss him around in the wrong way, Singed could very easily end him in his sleep. Or worse. :3

Though I don't think they hold any animosity towards each other. I don't see it as a very tense relationship. If anything, I like to imagine that they care about each other in some sort of way. Sure, it's partially because Silco provides the space, funds, and test subjects while Singed provides vital medical help and, well, Shimmer. But I'm a sap, so maybe there's a slight bit more there, I dunno!

—–- Misaka + Kuroko (A Certain Scientific Railgun): Listen. Surgically remove Kuroko's... egh, Problem. And you have an utterly gorgeous relationship.

OR, at the very least, actually do something with her obsessive nature! Tell a real story with it. I literally went through a similar (not sexual) thing in real life, and I have told the story of how I overcame it. I would ADORE seeing Kuroko remain problematic, but then grow past it, and learn to respect Misaka fully.

But if noooot... there's always the option to just get rid of it entirely because holy shit is Kuroko's admiration and trust in Misaka beautiful. The way Kuroko lays down her life her, appears in an instant to aid her, forces herself not to pester her for days and weeks despite agonizing over whether Misaka is okay... The way she takes pride and comfort in doing those things for her, how she calls out her name lovingly while fighting for her. It touches my heart so much, man.

And Misaka, despite how often Kuroko annoys her, knows she can rely on her and be vulnerable around her. She values Kuroko's thoughts and cares how she feels about her, past all that Level 5 "Ace of Tokiwadai" stuff. She's protective of all her friends, of course, but I always imagine that she holds herself double responsible for Kuroko's safety. She's who she thinks of first, every time. Misaka recognizes when Kuroko is pushing herself too hard, and she softens in such a genuine, nurturing way to assure her that she can rest easy.

The level of dedication these two have for each other is wonderful, and how could I not ship them?

—–- Aizawa + Toshinori (My Hero Academia): Honestly, I like a lot of MHA ships, but this was my first OTP for that series, and it's simply because despite having a very prickly start, their relationship grows into this very gentle mutual respect and protectiveness of one another, and it's just... so cute! And it hurts me so much.

I've read a lot of fics, written a lot of roleplays, seen a lot of art, and watched a lot of AMVs. I feel such a deep heart-throbbing when I see them together. Caring, protecting, sacrificing, mourning, fighting, regretting, saving, comforting....

Sometimes I don't even know how to describe it, but I have cried over these two so many times. I want them to be happy. I want to see them suffer on the way there. I want them to recognize their own inner demons when they look into the other's eyes, and then commit to being better because of each other. I've seen them through every AU I could think of within—god, however many years I was in love with them. And I can still remember why.

—–- Rouxls Kaard + Spade King (Deltarune): So I find both of these characters unfairly attractive in many fanarts, and they are one of my favorite mutually toxic relationships.

I credit one of my friends and his amazing unfinished series about them for the way I now envision them and how they interact. Spade could likely be called abusive simply due to his violent nature and power over Rouxls (both physical and social), but Rouxls is a manipulative, lying little weasel who is using Spade as much as Spade is using him.

Neither one of them have a damn clue how to treat another person right, though they both try and succeed (more often than not) with Lancer. Perhaps it's his innocence in all this, but unlike their terrible, broken relationship with each other, their relationships with Lancer are actually strong and outwardly loving.

Spade isn't nearly as aggressive with him as everyone else, he does what he thinks will make his son happy, and while he may sometimes be clipped, he isn't dismissive. Meanwhile, Rouxls tells himself Lancer is not his son and shouldn't be his responsibility, but dammit he loves the kid anyway! Lancer's smile brightens his day, and Rouxls will even risk getting himself in trouble with the king in order to give Lancer happiness. He puts off his own wants for him, does what he can to comfort him when he's sad, and frets QUITE heavily about his safety (albeit that one has a double-motive—obviously the king would kill his dumb ass if Lancer got hurt under his watch, but that's beside the point, he sayeth!)

Anyway yeah, Dad and Lesser Dad plz.

I can't overstate how much I love seeing fiction depict complex, nuanced relationships with plenty of toxic elements to examine. It's a way to relate some of their traits to my past mistakes, or even my current flaws. It helps me understand myself better. Also it's hot! x3

And really wholesome if the characters manage to actually improve themselves and start showing real affection and care for each other.

Last Song:

Gomenne Gomenne by Kikuo (My favorite versions are sung by Teto and Kyo V3)

Currently Reading:

Started reading Singed-centric fan fiction, including an adorable fic where Powder shows him her Minecraft world, a dark one where he tortures a test subject, and a delightfully tense one where Silco demands to be burned.

Last Movie:

Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves.

It was actually a genuinely awesome time and I didn't expect it to keep my attention like it did. Great mix of funny and serious! I enjoyed it a lot!

Craving:

Need Singed torture fics or roleplays,,,, I'm offering up my Kib for the slaughter lmao.

Tagging @blackheart-biohazards @thatwordybirb @beeelzybuth @fedorarapture @technicolorgrayscale @perchling @roxalew @50kal179 @spicytree67 (Only if y'all want, ofc!!)

[istorkyou]

A Situationship (Modern!Ivar AU)

A Modern!Ivar x OFC

Warning -  STRICTLY 18+. Language. Alcohol use. Fluff

Synopsis - No strings attached. What could go wrong?

Word Count - 3304

Big thanks to @punkrocknpearls​​​ for cheerleading, laying her beta magic all over this and the AMAZING moodboard. Look at it. Look at it now. None of my bullshit would see the light of day if it wasn’t for her, so she’s to blame!

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Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5

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CHAPTER 6 - Final Chapter

3 YEARS LATER

“IVAR!” She hears MJ shout and the front door slams, making every window in the house shake. “IVAR WHERE ARE YOU?” 

Heading to the stairs she hears Ivar leave his study and follow the shouts of MJs voice.

“I’m here. What’s wrong?” 

Decker comes out and gives her a quick grimace. It’s been a while since there’s been shouting like this in their house. 

MJ found it the hardest when they all moved into their new place, further from friends but not so much that a school change was needed. In general, the transition of Ivar into their lives had been smooth. Mainly. Decker always took everything with a pinch of salt so there were no issues there and Ivar and Decks are thick as thieves now, two peas in a pod. 

“The project that’s what’s wrong! You totally screwed me over! I was relying on that mark to bring up my average!”

“MJ, calm down for a minute. What do you mean I screwed you over?” 

“I got an F. A fail. A big fat fuck all! All because of you! You told me all the wrong shit. All those books you gave me were wrong. My teacher said so!”

As she and Decker enter the kitchen she can see Ivar’s face but MJ’s back is towards them. Ivar’s expression is one of total bewilderment. “MJ what did your teacher say? I read through your coursework, it was completely perfect.”

“I knew I should have picked the bloody Victorians. Stupid Norse bollocks. She said all the Gods were wrong. All the Viking ship detailing was ridiculous, she said all these stupid old rusty weapons around our house are fake and she gave me an F,” MJ starts to sob.

“Your teacher said what? Your teacher’s a moron! Every single bit of information on your coursework was spot on, you researched everything, cross referenced… fucking wrong?!” He glances at her and his face turns from confusion to complete rage. 

“Ivar…” she warns him in a low tone.

“No, love! Absolutely not. MJ, get up. We are going straight to that school and I am going to give your stupid ass teacher a lesson in Norse history. Come on…” he stomps around the kitchen, grabbing his keys and grumbling to himself. “Fucking wrong, no dumb ass teacher calls my kid wrong and gets away with it! Come on, MJ!” 

Every single face swivels to face Ivar, eyes wide and mouths open. 

“Up, MJ… what?” he says when he sees them all staring at him. 

Her heart has almost leapt out of her chest at what he just said, Decker's grip is crushing her hand and MJ looks as stunned as she has ever seen her child look. Her breath is held, waiting for MJ to explode into a torrent of abuse at the words Ivar has just said.

But there is no shouting, she just watches MJ reaching into the school bag and pulls out the coursework. 

Ivar is still looking around at all three of them “Why’s everyone… MJ I will go to that school on my own if I…” 

MJ walks slowly to Ivar. “I was just joking, playing a prank. I got an A+ thanks to you.” MJ launches at Ivar, wrapping arms around him. “You called me your kid.”

It takes Ivar a few seconds to register what’s happening before he hugs MJ back. 

The sight in front of her is something she only hoped for in her wildest dreams and tears stain her cheeks before she even knows they have formed. 

Decks lets go of her hand and stomps up to Ivar and MJ. “Am I your kid as well, Ivar?” 

Ivar can’t speak apparently, he just nods his head firmly and extends his arm out for Decker who runs in for the cuddle quickly. 

As she wipes her tears she sees Ivar’s throat bobbing up and down, trying to suppress his own happy tears. 

MJ pulls away and looks at her. “Jesus Mum, are you crying? You are so cringe. Ivar, would you really have gone to the school all guns blazing?” 

“I would have taken all my “fake weapons” and blood eagled your twat of a teacher, kiddo.” 

“You are so weird, Ivar. Thanks so much for all your help on my project. Right, I'm going to meet Lucy, see you all later.”

“I think you’re cool, Ivar.” Decker chips in.

“Thanks Decks. I think you are cool as well, do you want to go and throw axes at the tree out back?”

“Yeah! I’ll get them!” 

They both watch the youngest run off happily.

He turns his attention to her and holds out his hands. 

“Am I the man or am I the man?” He drawls with a shit eating grin on his face.

“Oh don’t act all cool now! You were about to burst into tears, you big softie!”

“Oh my God I really was, I’ve no idea how I held it together. That might have been the best moment of my life.”

“Mine too. I love you.” She takes his hands and lets him pull her into his arms.

“I love you too,” he whispers against her hair.

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1 YEAR LATER

Staring at his phone he glances over at Decks and gives him a quick nod.

“Ivar, can you come with me to the Mall? I need new trainers.” 

“Already? I bought you some like two weeks ago.” She looks over the top of her laptop at him. 

“Fine, maybe I just want some new ones.” Decks rolls eyes and glances at Ivar. 

“Come on, Kiddo, I’ll take you.” 

“Ivar, don’t you dare buy anymore bloody trainers, I’m still waiting for Steven to pay me for those.” 

“Window shopping, love, and maybe a burger?” 

Decks give him a high five as they head out the house. 

“Smooth, kiddo. Nice one. We are meeting MJ in thirty minutes, we better hurry.” 

They don’t go to the mall, they go into a village twenty minutes away from their own and meet MJ outside a cute little shop. 

“Ready for this, Ivar?” MJ slaps his shoulder hard. 

“Never been more ready for anything ever.” 

The little bell above the door tinkles as the three of them walk into the jeweller to design the most important piece of jewellery he will ever buy.

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“So guys, it looks like we’ve got six weeks until the ring is ready.”

“You better hope she doesn’t realise what a giant dork you are in that time, hey Ivar?” MJ and Decks crack up and all he can do is roll his eyes at the pair of ball busters in front of him. 

“She will like it right, the ring?” 

“She will love it, you’ve done a great job.” MJ says sincerely, for once.

“WE’VE done a great job.” 

“And I still have your guys permission to marry your mum?” 

“Always,” MJ says then throws a middle finger up when Ivar’s eyes get misty. 

“I’m having second thoughts,” Decker admits, eyes on the plate of food. 

Ivar starts to laugh but it dies on his tongue when he looks at Decker’s face. His heart drops into his stomach. He looks to MJ for an explanation but he can see that it's a shock all round. 

“Why’s that, kiddo?” 

Decks takes a big breath in and looks directly into Ivar’s eyes. “It’s not second thoughts really, but I want my dad at the wedding.”

Ivar almost chokes on thin air but he manages to compose himself. 

Ivar and Steven. Oil and water. Ivar thinks the man is a total waste of space but would never, ever tell the kids that. 

They don’t know that they’ve almost come to blows twice over Steven letting them down, over the way he has spoken to her. 

They certainly don’t know that Ivar punched him at Deckers 13th birthday when he walked into the kitchen in her old house to hear Steven telling her he wanted to fuck her one last time, that they didn’t have to tell ‘the cripple’. He got to him before she managed to and for that Steven should have been grateful because she was way more pissed then Ivar was. 

“Okay, Decks, if it is important to you we will extend the invitation out to your Dad and Nancy.” Ivar grits his teeth so hard he’s worried a dentist trip might be necessary.

“Ha! I’m just playing Ivar! I don’t want dad there, you might punch him again.” Decks and MJ fall about laughing and high five each other. 

“Nice one, Decks!” MJ wipes tears of mirth away.

Ivar huffs out a laugh of total relief. “When will you two stop busting my nuts, eh? And I never punched your dad.” 

They both level him with looks as if to say “sure you didn’t.” 

“My fist may have brushed against his cheeks once. Gently.” 

“Sure it did. Anyway that’s whatever. Decks, can you go and get me a refill?” MJ shakes the empty glass at Decker.

“Lazy, get it yourself!” Decker replies. 

“Please, Decks. I need to talk about adult shit. I will fill you in later, I promise. Please.” 

Decker looks between them and grabs MJs glass to head to the counter. 

“Ivar, listen to me. She won’t want a big wedding. You know that, right? When she married dad she always referred to it as “the spectacle”. A day that was for absolutely everyone but her. I heard her over the years talking about it with her friends. Dad made it a big, ridiculous day and she didn’t want it. She wanted it low-key but Dad, being Dad, steam rolled everything and made it this massive to-do.”

Ivar looks at MJ with admiration, never one to shy away from an awkward topic, a carbon copy of his love. 

“She mentioned it. Thanks for telling me. He’s your dad, I’m sorry you heard her talking about him like that.”

“I lived through it, she thinks I was too young but little pots have big ears. I love my Dad, but I’ve always been able to separate him as a father from him as a husband. He’s a bullshit person, don’t try and argue with me Ivar. You are her happiness, outside me and Decks. You are something just for her, and I am so pleased you fought for her. I don’t want you to go into this engagement not knowing what she wants from a wedding. I’ve no doubt you know what she wants from a marriage.”

“Oh, MJ…”

“Don’t cry, Ivar. I cannot handle that level of cringe. I just needed you to know, okay? Wipe your bloody face before Decks gets back, Jesus.”

He does what MJ says and promises he will give her Mum everything she wants. 

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EIGHT WEEKS LATER

After four nights away for work she pulls into the drive on Friday evening. She wishes they were having a quiet night together, she’s tired and horny but this evening at Ubbe’s house has been booked in for a couple of weeks and she can’t let them down, it’s a catered dinner for Torvis' birthday.

The house is dark, she shouts for them when she walks through the door but she’s met with silence. 

“Lovely, no one's even here,” she grumps and texts Ivar as she walks up the stairs to their bedroom. Their bed looks so inviting but she daren’t lie down for a second, she knows she won’t get back up.

She is so tired she takes advantage of the custom shower and sits down on the ledge until the scalding water revives her a bit. 

After she’s done she does her usual routine, walking into her closet to pick a dress. Ivar said people are getting suited and booted and she does love an excuse to dress up. 

There’s something new hanging in her closet, covered in a garment bag. She frowns at it before seeing a card stuck to it, her smile grows wide. Ivar likes to do this, he buys her clothes often, always something that clings to her ass. 

She opens the card and the words make her heart beat pick up. 

-Sorry I wasn’t there when you got home. Had to leave early. I missed you so much. This dress will look amazing on you and even better ripped apart on the bedroom floor later. I love you. Ivar x 

She snorts as she unzips the bag to see a champagne coloured halter neck dress with a long slit up the side. Beautiful and elegant. That horny little bastard is absolutely not ripping this dress! 

When she has finished her hair and make up there is still no reply from Ivar so calls him. 

“Hi, Love. Sorry, I didn’t see your message. Having a bit of a crisis here. Did you see the dress? Do you like it?” 

“It’s beautiful, Ivar. Thank you. I’ll send you a picture.”

“No, don't do that,” he says hurriedly. “I want to see it for the first time when you get here, okay?”

“Alright you little weirdo. How Ubbe’s garden looking? Is it decorated as beautifully as it was at Christmas?”

“It’s better, baby. He’s pulled out all the stops this time?” 

“Did he leave stops in last time? Jeez! I can’t wait to see it. Do you know where the kids are?” 

“I just put them in a taxi home, they’ve been here helping out loads. They just need to get changed. Are you almost ready? See you in an hour?” 

“Ivar, are you okay? You sound a bit frantic?”

“I’m fine, just want things to be perfect here.”

“Alright, love. Try and relax, you sound frazzled.”

He laughs. “Will do love, see you in an hour.” 

The kids shout to her when they get home that they are going to change, she comes out of her bedroom in time to see both their doors slam shut. 

Her clock says the taxi will be here in thirty minutes. “Guys, twenty minutes until taxi,” she fibs. She knows her children well.

The wine is giving her a lovely calm feeling when they both walk into the kitchen. 

They look so smart she almost drops her wine on the floor. 

“Ah Mum, you look lovely, that dress is beautiful.” MJ says genuinely

She just looks stunned at them, both in almost matching suits with flares of their personality on them. A skull pin on MJs lapel and Decks has a drum kit embroidered on his. 

“Guys,” she says breathlessly. “You look absolutely amazing! Look at you! Where did you get these suits?”

“Ivar took us shopping for tonight, it’s a big night. For Torvi,” Decker adds quickly, and she is so caught up she misses it.

“Decks, did you wash your hair?” She smooths her hand into her child’s hair. 

A beep from outside breaks her from her daze and both her kids hook their arms through hers. 

“Come on then, Mum. Let’s do this.”

“We are just going for a birthday dinner, not heading into battle. Bloody dramatic, the pair of you!” 

When the taxi pulls up Decks is out of the car and inside Ubbe’s place before she’s even opened her door. 

“What’s the rush?” 

MJ’s eye roll. “Who knows.” 

MJ holds on to her arm as they walk up the steps to Ubbe’s front door and as they reach it Decks wrenches it open with a giant smile. 

She looks at her youngest quizzically then enters the house. 

A white chair is slap bang in the middle of the hallway and no one else is around. When she takes a closer look she recognises the chair. 

“Why the hell is our old conservatory chair in Ubbe and Torvis hallway?” she asks incredulously. 

Both the kids just smirk at her and go and stand either side of it. 

Ivar emerges from the room to the left. “That’s not any old chair, is it, love?” He walks to her slowly and kisses her softly. 

“Hi, love. I missed you,” she tells him, already slightly breathless at his hands on her waist. “You look so handsome in your suit,” she kisses him again to the sound of Decker's mock retching. 

“Turn around, let me look at you in this dress.” 

She smiles at him and does a twirl.

“Beautiful.” He leans in close to her ear, “the ass, love. Perfection as always.” 

“I heard that!” Decks pipes up from his spot.

They both chuckle and make awkward faces at the other.

“What’s going on? Where is everyone?” She asks looking into the rooms either side of the hallway. 

“Outside. Now, love, back to the chair. That's not just any chair, is it? I had it put in storage when we moved to our house.”

“I’m confused, Ivar.”

“Come here,” he holds her hand and leads her to the chair, sitting down heavily on it, whilst holding her hands. 

“This is a special chair, this is the chair that made me start to fall in love with you.”

“I remember,” she says as her mouth twists round at the memory of his stunned face when she first put it in her shower.

“I thought it only fitting to use this chair tonight, in absence of my ability to get down on one knee, to ask you if you will do me the great honour of being my wife?” 

Her jaw drops to her chest. She had no idea this was going to happen, but apparently her children did judging by the look on their face. 

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Absolutely yes!” 

“Mum, get a hold on yourself, you haven’t even seen the ring yet!”

Ivar's face is an absolute picture, the most gorgeous and happy she’s ever seen him look. 

He pulls out the ring box, opening it slowly to reveal the most beautiful ring she’s ever seen. 

“We all designed it, went to a proper jeweller who made it especially. It’s one of a kind,” Decks announces proudly.

Ivar stands up and slips the ring on her finger pulling her to him for a deep kiss. 

“I love you so much. You’ve given me everything I thought I would never have.” 

“I love you too, Ivar. I’ve never been happier.”

She suddenly whacks him on the chest. “Ivar, we’ve totally hijacked Torvis' birthday dinner. Oh God, we're awful people! Let’s wait until tomorrow to tell them.”

“Mum, you are so clever but that’s just dumb, tell her Decks.” 

“This isn’t Torvis birthday party, this is your wedding.” Decks squeals in excitement. 

Her brain doesn’t compute. Total shuts down. What did Decks just say? Wedding?! 

When her eyes finally focus on Ivar he looks uncertain. “Only if it’s ok with you. I know you don’t want the traditional thing, big pomp and circumstance. If you want to, we can walk out into the garden and get married in front of the only people that matter to us. The kids, our close family and some friends.” 

Ivar’s face is different, not the cocky self assured guy she knows, she’s looking at the man from her house all those years ago, putting his heart on the line in front of her and his brothers. 

“Right now?” She chokes out and looks at her children who both nod in the most encouraging way that the tiny sliver of doubt she feels evaporates, leaving nothing but an absolute certainty that she is about to marry the love of her life. 

He wipes her spilling tears and she nods at him. 

He pulls her to him as he lets out a huge sigh of relief. “Let’s do this then, love.”

The four of them link arms and walk towards the closed doors to Ubbe’s garden, ready to complete a beautiful chapter in all their lives

FIN 

(Thanks for reading!)

[silentiumserpens]

BYF/BYI ⛧ ABOUT ARES ⛧ TAG MASTERLIST FOR MOBILE

BEFORE YOU FOLLOW OR INTERACT

I. No minors.

I don’t need to spell it out. NSFW & extremely dark themes will be present, including but not limited to heavy gore, cannibalism, self-harm, extreme violence, and just about every kind of abuse under the earth. Minors and ageless blogs will be blocked (having “adult” in your bio is fine).

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If you softblock, I’m bound to end up interacting with you again and probably not realising. Better to hardblock me. I’m oblivious sometimes. Sorry.

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IV. Multiship OK, with preference.

I’m A-OK with ships! Go for it! Ships that I find are very endearing or very interesting will be given preference. Muse is pansexual and panromantic.

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Ares is strong, yes, but he has his weaknesses. If YOU, the other writer interacting with me knows one of his weaknesses but YOUR MUSE does not, don’t have your muse act upon the weakness without the information, unless by genuine accident. Same goes for godmodding.

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Just a gentle reminder that writing the world’s worst human being does not equal to being that horrible IRL, nor that I condone whatever the fuck goes through Ares’ head. Fiction does NOT affect reality, and you are in control of your media consumption at all times. Remember that.

VII. Speaking of the writer…

Hi, I’m Aries, I’m a very tired adult. I use it/they, and only very close mutuals get to refer to me by he/him. I will correct you unflinchingly. I’m arospec, pansexual. I follow/like from @pandorasprisoner, asks will be sent in anon (signed off as Ares). I block liberally.

ABOUT ARES CARCERE

“A conductor’s skill can be determined within 5 minutes at the podium.”

Ares Carcere is a male of unknown origin, race or ancestry. We assume he’s in the physical equivalent of his late 20’s, but results were inconclusive. As far as he himself goes, he adores the human nature— he often mentions the beauty of the human capability. Caution is advised with the subject at hand. He himself has admitted to be an xtremely dangerous individual, possessing cannibalistic, violent, and calculated tendencies. He’s 1,88m tall or  6'1"ft, with an unknown weight, and a surprisingly muscular build. Ares bears a neck scar, and his voice is smooth, even though it’s deep. To the best of our ability, the only way we can describe his appearance is dauntingly beautiful; we have been told he looks “perfect”, to a degree it’s intimidating. He has very dark skin, pearlescent long hair.

TAG MASTERLIST

#⸸ OOC | I sing the music of apocalyspses.

Aries’ many rambles, given a single category.

#⸸ ASK | Impetus to the music.

Ares answers your asks — or perhaps Aries does.

#⸸ MUSE | Internal insanity.

Aries’ many musings of things Ares would say, relate or do.

#⸸ SELF | Fervent adorations.

Drawings, representations, or otherwise close-to-canon pictures of Ares.

#⸸ IC | The music shall perforate your entire being.

Ares himself speaking; beware of his melodies.

#⸸ AGNINA | You arise from break and ruin.

Any interactions with @agnina in specific will be tagged with this tag. Obvious CW for incest (mentioned/referenced), dubcon/noncon (mentioned/referenced), and domestic abuse (mentioned/referenced).

#⸸ LUCIEM | Pressing ever forwards.

Any interactions with @latensmonstrum in specific will be tagged with this tag. CW for dubcon, noncon, and general violence / mutual abuse.

[deputy-buck]

Twenty Questions for Fic Writers

Thanks @acorrespondence for the tag!💚

How many works do you have on ao3?

11 currently, soon to be 13 if I can just buckle down and write the two requests in my askbox-

7 - Generation Kill 3 - Justified 1 - Band of Brothers

What's your total ao3 word count?

5,952 I'm not a LongFic writer by any means-

What fandoms do you write for?

Published: Justified, Band of Brother, Generation Kill

Not published: The Pacific, Game of Thrones, UFC ahem...

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Docile Alpha (36) Silver Wrapped (30) MOLLE Pouch of Memories (20) Sold For Temporary Use (6) Good Coffee and Good Mornings (6) Gracious (5)

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes! Every time that I can provide a response of substance, but if I really can't come up with a response, I appreciate it silently and mark it as read.

What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I hate writing angst so I simply don't have anything angsty :) Maybe MOLLE Pouch of Memories counts as angst but it's really not.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Either Sunshine or Good Coffee and Good Mornings both are cute as could be to me.

Do you get hate on fics?

NO and idk how people get hate comments??? On fic??? grow the fuck up and just click away, nobody wants to hear your complaining about FICTION.

Do you write smut?

Yes, it's my favorite to write and read, but it's hard for me to get the feelings down into words, so I'm very slow in writing it. (sorry to the two amazing prompts in my Ask Box, I promise I'm writing for them both, just... slowly.)

Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

No and I don't enjoy crossover fics, so I filter them out/don't click on them if they make it through the filter. (hate commenters take note of how I handled media I don't enjoy)

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No, I haven't been writing long enough nor will I ever be popular enough.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Also no for the same reason above.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Sort of. Back way back I was bouncing ideas off of other people in the Ghost (band) fandom and one got posted, I think it's still up on Ao3, something about Rain/Dew fucking where the rest of the Ghouls could watch, posted 2019.

What's your all-time favorite ship?

God I wish I could say but I would get shit for it so here's each fandom. Gen Kill: Brad/Trombley OR Brad/Poke BoB: Speirs/Liebgott The Pacific: Eugene/Sidney Justified: Boyd/Raylan/Tim (second fav) GoT: The Hound/Gendry/Tormund UFC: Islam/Charles

What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I can never publish it so it sort of gets put on the back burner but the title is "Holy Mother, Let me Taste Him" which is two characters that have been together for Years having a discussion about Character B wanting to get with someone new, Character A is a little hesitant for specific reasons revealed by Character B (otherwise Character A would be fully on board) and it gets a little sad and immoral but it's based in love, respect, and loyalty. I might figure out a way to change some names and pronouns and ranks, maybe I can post it some way.

What are your writing strengths?

Daydreaming- Okay, I really don't know, I think that's something you're told about by readers. Dialogue comes easy to me but I'm not sure if it's good.

What are your writing weaknesses?

The act of writing- Probably setting, trying to cohesively write what the atmosphere is like and keep it relevant to the rest of the story is very hard for me.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I've done it for a couple characters but I don't like it because I don't trust any translator apps to do a language justice.

First fandom you wrote for?

Fuck, probably Supernatural (🤢 I know)

Favorite fic you've written?

Marines on Watch or Docile Alpha

Sorry if I missed you imagine your @ in the following list: @merriell-allesandro-shelton @caffeinated-fan @ableedingpen idk anyone else but I'm not kidding, if you see this and want to do it, I'm tagging you!!! I am!! You've been tagged!!

[ofvaporex]

     MUSE  PLAYLIST.

     post  3 - 5  songs  that  remind  you  of  your  muse.

RULES :   repost,  don’t  reblog.

     Fin - Ship In A Bottle : There are red spots under your eyes | From when you cry into the sky | Ocean waters rising above your neck | You feel the glass start to crack | Sailing on a ship in a bottle | Water's leaking through holes in the bottom | Flying flags of ships that have long since | Sat at the floor of the sea, but in defense | You set sail alone, there is no crew | No one on the deck who can help you | This is all your own battle to win | This is your ship and you are the captain

     Penelope Scott - American Healthcare : Well, people die every day | I wouldn't have it any other way | I just think they should feel okay while they're alive | How could they ever feel okay | When things are more and more this way | Sometimes it's like they'd rather die | Well, I fucking helped people | I thought that I could do the trick | And if it's all the same to you | There's one more thing I gotta do | Because with God as my witness | You corporate piece of shit | I did not become a doctor just to suck the devil's dick

     The Fray - How to Save A Life : As he begins to raise his voice | You lower yours and grant him one last choice | Drive until you lose the road | Or break with the ones you've followed | He will do one of two things | He will admit to everything | Or he'll say he's just not the same | And you'll begin to wonder why you came | Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend | Somewhere along in the bitterness | And I would have stayed up with you all night | Had I known how to save a life

     Arrows to Athens - Dust and Gold : It's down to me and you | In this cold and empty room | Forgotten what we're dying for | Just tell me what to change | Just tell me what to say | 'Cause I can't feel it anymore | But why are we so incomplete? | It's down to you and me | In this cold and empty street | Forgotten what we're living for | Just tell me what is right | 'Cause it's more than what's inside | 'Cause I can't see it anymore | All I see are kings and thieves | When all I own is just dust and gold

     Thirty Seconds to Mars - Hurricane : No matter how many times that you told me you wanted to leave | No matter how many breaths that you took, you still couldn't breathe | No matter how many nights that you'd lie wide awake | To the sound of the poison rain | Where did you go, where did you go, where did you go? | As the days go by, the night's on fire | Tell me would you kill to save a life? | Tell me would you kill to prove you're right? | Crash, crash | Burn, let it all burn | This hurricane's chasing us all underground

     tagged  by :   @lumilost

     tagging :   @sparkmender, @a-life-revised, @gowithplana, @vindictiae, @timexfdying, @justificatusductus

[graymoon2-archive]

for the event!! :O prompt 20 with cc!wilbuR (or you could do high school au....just cause..)

can you tell im a simp /hj

also congratss :DD

OUUUU OUUU CRES THIS THIS GOOD

⤜ coffee and confessions

masterlist

event masterlist

⤜ prompt 20 with highschool!au wilbur

prompt- “What would you say if I told you I’m in love with you?”

ship- highschool!au wilbur soot x gn!reader

word count- 0.6k

category- fluff

pronouns- none used

warnings- swearing

a/n- ah yes im the self aware narrator and i realllyyy projected here so

⤜

wilbur was your best friend. you had never met someone as kind or supportive as he was. he always reminded you that you were worth it. that he was proud of you.

wilbur was your favorite person. he was always the first person you came to when you needed to talk. he knew more about you than anyone else. he was the only person you let see you cry. you trusted him with everything.

which is why you didn’t tell him.

you didn’t know how you felt about him. you saw him in class every day, and it always confused you. you caught yourself starting too often. he was constantly in your thoughts. “i should show wilbur this” ran through your head on the daily. your friends all thought you liked each other. it confused you. what did they see that you didn’t? in all of your attempts to see what your friends saw, you realized that maybe you did like him.

however, you chose to forget about it. you valued his friendship more than anything.

then something unexpected happened.

the bell rang.

no, not that

as you were walking out, he grabbed your arm. not grabbed exactly. just… idk it was gentle tho

back to your story

you turned around, thinking you had forgotten something. you had in the past. instead, wilbur started talking to you.

“could you meet me at the cafe after school?” he asked. you nodded, and waved goodbye to him and your friends.

all you could focus on was meeting with him. was it a date? was it battle strategy? you didn’t know. and you didn’t care.

so after school, you walked to the local cafe. when you got there, the first thing you saw was your best friend sitting at a table with two cups of coffee. you set your phone down, and he pushed one of the coffees to you

“it’s your favorite” he said, grinning that stupidly cute grin of his.

(your thoughts, not mine)

it was indeed your favorite. you were impressed and slightly flushed at how he remembered something like that. you sat down, taking a sip.

“i want to talk to you about something” he said, biting his lip a bit like he was nervous. he should be, he’s on a date with you. his hot best friend.

i’m getting off track again.

“you can tell me anything” you reply, smiling to try and calm his nerves. well, mostly anything. there were some things you did not want to know about.

“what would you say if I told you I’m in love with you?”

you paused for a second. one because holy shit your best friend is in love with you, and two because holy fuck your friends were right.

“i’d probably say i was in love with you too” you reply, sipping your drink in what you hoped was nonchalance. it wasn’t really, but wibur didn’t notice. he was too busy internally combusting.

“wait, really?” he asked, attempting to comprehend what you had just said.

“yeah, really” you said.

“doyouwannagooutwithme?” he rushed, shifting around nervously

“slow down” you laugh, putting a hand over his to try and calm him down.

did you really think that would help?

his cheeks turned bright red at the sudden contact.

“do you- wanna go out with me?” he asked again.

“yeah!” you replied, flipping his hand over and lacing your fingers together.

“fuck yeah” he said, pumping his free fist in the air. you grinned at him, happier than ever

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