#hm i wrote a lot

[un-pearable]

as true as the jokes about “everyone wants to rewrite ninjago” are i feel like smthn people forget when complaining about the inconsistencies of the show is that…. it wasn’t planned? it’s not like most other animated shows lately - it didn’t start with a deeply fleshed out world or a meticulously designed pitch bible with grandiose plans for a long-term story or character arcs. the ninja don’t originally get their powers from heredity because they weren’t hereditary powers yet. the magic system doesn’t make sense bc they literally just made it up as they went! they go back and forth on stuff like whether non-elementals can learn spinjitzu bc it’s a collaborative piece of media made by people with vastly different levels of control over the story, the animation, the sets, etc. that varied over the course of the series. it’s totally understandable and exciting to see so many people reworking the early stuff with the lore and logic later seasons introduced but i personally feel that… if you’re doing that. you need to understand why the show is like that instead of writing it off as being bad and shitty. it was working with what it had. it’s only what it is now because of that awkward troubleshooting phase, not in spite of it

[ghouljams]

I was wondering if there were any developments on alpha!goose and omega/alpha!ghost?? I’m sorry if that sounds pressury or pushy at all and if it does I APOLOGIZE FOR SOUNDING RUDE. I just think about them daily and how you described the dynamics. I’m just UGH so obsessed with your brain and what you write it’s genuinely so amazing.

On GOD I thought I was the only one who cared about that I have just quietly been writing it for myself behind the scenes. Here.

It’s the first heat Ghost’s spent like this, with someone else. He pushes you against the wall of the tub, the water sloshing over the side as he drills into you. His hips snap, chasing the desperate building need in the pit of his stomach with panting breaths. You tip your head back as best you can, your lashes fluttering as you murmur soft praises. Your words barely reach his ears, too consumed by the fire of heat to need the dirty talk. Ghost tips his head, his teeth dragging against your neck, breathing in your signature. The soft peach fuzz on his tongue makes his mouth water, and his teeth itch. You smell warm and fruity, like if he bit you the juices would drip out of his mouth.

You tug at his hair and he realizes he’s doing just that, biting. Your fingers are tight and insistent as they pull him away from your neck and the quickly reddening bruise he’s just left. Not hard enough, he thinks, dragging his tongue along the mark apologetically. He feels more animal than mam, desperate and clawing for more of every part of you. He holds his open mouth against the bite, breathing deep to try and fix his head. It only makes it worse, you smell like a dream, smell like you're his. The sweet anise of his signature mixing with your peachy warmth, a man could lose his mind like this.

He rocks into you shallowly, the way your pussy clenches and clings to his cock is almost as intoxicating as your scent. Your hiccuped moans bounce around his skull, the only thing reaching him through his heat. He must be hitting the right spot, the way you're clawing at his hips makes him think he is. Ghost moves a hand from your hip to hold your throat, feeling the vibrations of your moans like a lifeline.

If he could just stop the buzzing under his skin, the sticky sweaty feeling that claws its way over him. His hips snap against yours, he can feel the recoil of your ass, the way you push back into the hard thrust, his eyes flutter closed to enjoy it. Mind numbing. He's not so far into his heat to be fully gone, but rational thought certainly isn't his number one concern right now. You're so warm and tight around him, so wet, he can hear the slick sound of your pussy with each thrust. Your jaw bumps against his fingers, your mouth open without any sound as he grinds the tip of his cock deep against you.

He's close, and he knows you must be too, the way you've tightened around his cock. It's harder to pull out, your cunt doing its best to keep him inside, to make sure when he does come you don't lose a drop. Fuck, he wants to fill you so badly, wants you to feel as animal as he does, he wants to knock you up.

"Fuck it," Ghost grunts, before burying his teeth in the crook of your neck. He bites hard, feels something deep and primal breaking between his teeth, like a glass vial being pressed just on the edge of too hard. He holds it there and you stiffen, shaking as you come with his name on your lips. Ghost gives a final hard thrust into you and feels your cunt lock tight around his cock.

"Si-mon," you hiccup, the fluttering of your pussy milking his cock for every drop of come. He growls, risks biting deeper, breaking that glass, you just squeeze him all the tighter. Simon loosens his bite, his head starting to clear as he presses down against your heavily. You yelp and brace your hands on the tub wall to keep his weight from taking both of you down.

The needy skin crawling buzz in his body is abated for now, settled back into a sort of fuzzy heat in the back of his mind. He could fall asleep like this. Actually, he might do just that.

"No, no, Simon, wait," you reach back to pat his cheek. Simon makes a 'mmpf' noise, nosing the deep bruise he left on you, enjoying the gentle warmth of your skin, the juicy burst of your signature. You try again, patting harder with a soft whine, "Baby sit down at least."

Simon wraps his arms tight around your waist and drags you back down into the warm water. He tips his head to rest against the towels you'd set up and takes a deep breath. You settle back against him, familiar scent and weight pushing him further towards sleep. Fucking hell he hasn't slept well in days.

You reach back to scratch your blunt nails through his short cropped hair. "Good boy," you purr, and Simon grunts out half a reply.

[hammill-goes-fogwalking]

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[greenerteacups]

What do you think as Hermione's career would be post battle of Hogwarts? To me her being minister for magic really doesn't make sense. She does not have patience or tact to wade through murky waters of politics 😭😭

So hard to say! The Trio are so, so young when we leave them, I find it almost impossible to project their futures farther than a few years out. The job that suited me at 17 would be radically unsuited to me now. That's why of all the Trio, Ron's ending strikes me as the most realistic — he jumps straight into the save-the-world business again, burns out, realizes he's actually Done The Fuck Enough, Thanks, and pivots into a low-stress career where he gets to see his family a lot. Feels accurate! The others are weirder to me because they do seem to just... pick a lane and stay there.

With Hermione, you could spin her a couple ways. You could say that she leans into her bookish side and does research or teaching, which is not my preference for a couple reasons (namely, I don't think Hermione would like academia as a profession; she finds her classwork interesting and enjoys intellectual validation, but she'd be stifled and wasted in a DPhil program, and she'd be infuriated by the administrative politicking of your average higher-ed faculty). You could say that she gets disaffected with politics and ends up as a barrister or a lobbyist of some kind, but if anything that requires more political finesse, because you don't actually have institutional power, you're just handling the people who make decisions and trying to persuade them of your goals. This is not Hermione's preferred method of influence. She's not even particularly good at persuasion, she just happens to be smart enough (and right often enough) that people take her ideas seriously.

Or you could say her brashness fades with the years into a softened flavor of tell-you-like-it-is honesty, which some politicians actually do successfully trade on; as we see in British politics today, you don't have to be all that charming or clever to get ahead, you just need to be really driven and well-connected (which Hermione completely is; she fought shoulder-to-shoulder with the first postwar Minister and her bestie, the Literal Messiah, runs the Auror Office.) But I don't know if Hermione especially wants to be Minister, after the war. She's just watched years of horrendous bureaucratic incompetence plunge the country into a violent civil conflict. She's had not one, but two Ministers of Magic try to bully or shame her friends into complicity with fascism. Her view of government is... likely extremely dark.

But Hermione also isn't the kind of person who sees her life as a quest for happiness. Babygirl has a savior complex that makes Harry look selfish. (She basically kills her parents — yeah, obliviating is a form of murder, #changemymind — "for their own good," and justifies every batshit, vindictive, mean-spirited move she ever pulls on the grounds that it "helps" one of her friends.) She is a mean, lean, dragon-slaying machine, and she needs a dragon. After Voldemort, the Ministry is the no. 1 threat to muggle-borns and non-wizarding Beings. As a war heroine with basically infinite political capital, I'd be surprised if she didn't try to do something there. That said, Hermione is so vivacious and dynamic that she could potentially grow in a hundred different directions; it's possible that all of this, while true of her at 18, becomes completely inaccurate by 22. That's why I'm not too fussed about any particular fanon interpretation.

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[aro-culture-is]

quick note - this blog is gonna be sparse again for at least this week. trying new medications and tbh initial side effects are not super pleasant + actual effects build up. as a result: currently as if unmedicated for mental health, with anxiety+ side effect, extra fatigue, dizziness, and fatigue. it's uh, sure something.

totally recognize that most of y'all know we're absent at times due to health things, just wanted to give a heads up that this one is at least anticipated.

[sexynetra]

WIP WEDNESDAY

The people have been reacting well to cunty dame so have some more :)

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All this to say – Nicky leaving was putting a major crimp in Dame’s lifestyle. She plucked a glass of champagne off a tray, taking a long sip and surveying the room from her perch near the window. Tia and Kam were deep in conversation next to the food table, while Nicky — as the guest of honor — was in the middle of the room, surrounded by a gaggle of their coworkers.

Kam walked over a moment later, a small plate of hors d’œuvres in hand. “So, are you planning to go talk to your girlfriend?” She asked conversationally.

Dame rolled her eyes, plucking a canapé off of her best friend’s plate and popping it into her mouth. “Nicky’s not my girlfriend.”

“Try telling her that,” Kam retorted, giving Nicky a polite wave and a smile. Nicky smiled back at her before turning her gaze to Dame, smile softening.

“She knows,” Dame said. “I’ve told her. I’m not the girlfriend type. It’s just a bit of fun, nothing more.”

“Yeah well, the trail of brokenhearted girls you leave behind shows that well enough,” Kam shoved her playfully.

Dame pursed her lips to hide her smile. “You’re just jealous,” she teased, finishing off her champagne flute and stepping forward to greet Nicky who had made her way over.

Dame leaned over, placing a ghost of a kiss on each of her cheeks. “Nicky,” she murmured. “Lovely party. Shame it's goodbye.”

“It doesn’t have to be. You could come back to Paris with me.” Nicky looked up at her hopefully.

Dame plucked another flute of champagne off the tray of a passing server, letting out a noncommittal hum as she looked away, meeting eyes with the Spanish woman who worked in reception, flashing her a wink and a smile. “Better not, I’m quite enjoying London,” she said flippantly.

[paintedvanilla]

i’ve been thinking about marla an INSANE amount these last few days. specifically about the relationship between her and the narrator (i love their little toxic frenemie schtick they’ve got going on).

would love to hear some more headcanons for them/ how you’d imagine their relationship progress over the years if you’ve got any🤭

YEASSSSS OKAY HAIIIII PHIN thank you for sending this ask I’m gonna EXPLODE

Okay so like. One of the fics I’m working on (I told you about this on our DM’s…) has to do with Marla and the narrators dynamic immediately after he and Tyler get together and how their friendship actually like. Calcifies into something bearable to him. Because like. Really genuinely prior to this. The narrator could not stand Marla. And then the events of this fic happen and he like. Ctrl alt delete and manually operates his empathy for a few hours and comes out of it being like… actually this woman is my friend. And I care for her. He still acts like a hater to keep up appearances tho.

I think a lot about the way Marla is characterized in the book. Particularly the scene where she’s giving herself cigarette burns and the narrator describes her as a woman who’s afraid to commit to the wrong thing so she doesn’t commit to anything. That makes me want to chew glass. ALSO. IN THE BOOK SHE ACTUALLY HAD CANCER?? I FEEL LIKE THAT WAS KIND OF BRUSHED OVER. BUT ANYWAY.

I’m of the firm belief that the narrator and Marla hang out pretty regularly. She’s the only person the narrator talks to who like… isn’t Tyler. So he can talk to her about things he can’t talk to Tyler about (or just doesn’t want to). This gives him an avenue to bitch about Tyler from time to time (Marla can corroborate his bitching because she’s also dealt with Tyler). But also he talks to her about other stuff. I think she’s the only person who knows he wishes he’d studied literature in school. I think he shares the literary magazines he reads with her and tells her which stories he actually likes (he gatekeeps these from Tyler)

Additionally, Marla talks to him about her stuff. She talks to him about all her boy problems (I love in the book Marla’s “I used to have a boyfriend who…” talk, she has an ex-boyfriend for every occasion and the narrator finds this kind of fascinating). She talks about her home life and her history with him (she’s originally from New Orleans, she wanted to move to New York City but only got as far as Connecticut). They go to the thrift together. They go to lunch together (the narrator pays). Sometimes the narrator goes grocery shopping with her (he still pays).

They talk about sex. They talk about their childhoods. I think the narrators dynamic with Marla reminds him of the dynamic he used to have with his sister, where she’d just talk and he’d just listen. Marla doesn’t care if the narrator doesn’t respond to her, she knows he’s listening.

I think one of the reasons their relationship works so well, and in particular one of the reasons the narrator keeps crawling back to her, is based on one simple foundation: they talk to each other and really listen, they don’t just wait for their turn to speak. They picked that up in the same place, and they always employ it with each other. Tyler sometimes doesn’t do that for the narrator. But marla always does, and the narrator does the same.

They still go to support groups together, sometimes. Marla did drag him to debtors anonymous. Sometimes they go to the testicular cancer group for the sole purpose of catching up with Bob (I think the narrator genuinely likes Bob. Like. As a person). Marla told him that the narrator got himself a boyfriend and he had to jump through hoops explaining that one (he can never admit to this man he never actually had cancer).

Sometimes they go to groups and make up elaborate backstories for one another and use fake names. Marla likes to go and pretend they’re having marital problems, the narrator reluctantly plays along sometimes. They go see movies together. They go to museums together. Like. They’re besties. They bicker, but they’re besties. The narrator would kill for her (or, at the very least, beat a man to the brink of death, castrate him and pull out his molars for her to make into earrings).

[akechi-stole-my-heart]

the only thing better than an akechi palace is forcing akechi to experience the horrors of his palace :) With Friends

[chemicalarospec]

OMG my mom is discovering Sherlock "with Bilbo Baggins! and Dr. Strange" right now in 2023

[ssaalexblake]

somehow found myself looking up who wrote which dw episodes and am suddenly realising that on bare statistics i like moffat as a writer like 6x more than rtd which is a surprise to me, ngl.

[wawamouse]

Hitting that mental sweet spot of not really remembering what I’ve written and also not finding it cringe when I reread it. Like hey, this guy wrote some pretty good shit ngl….. he should write some more 👀

[todayisafridaynight]

okay nishiki fans may infantilize him but at least they’re not like daigo fans…99% of them are DERANGED and i feel at times they care more about the ships than daigo himself…

speaking of ships if i see one more minedai piss fic i might actually mail someone a pipe bomb. i’m joking, of course. i would never do that nor would i ever send death threats on the internet haha..

i cant even knock you for the idea of people overlooking daigo as an individual and instead sees him as a piece to pair off with

[mars-ipan]

being asexual is so weird sometimes bc i will have an experience or feeling that isn’t sexual or horny like i /know/ it isn’t but if i tried to explain it in words it would just sound like a sexual/horny thing. and like it is at first glance but it really isn’t at all

[coquelicoq]

Hi again! Thanks for answering my previous ask! I find it funny that I have the opposite thoughts about story formats, feeling more comfortable with static images from manga (or words in a book) than the fluidity of animation/live action series. I guess having read manga since I was like 10 I'm just used to it as a format and don't find the points you make any issue? (Always read top to bottom, then right to left, and dialogue has pointers or an icon in/besides the bubble, rarely left wholly to context.) While in contrast, during dramas I often feel that I didn't get to catch the details before they're gone from the screen. Regardless, it was cool to hear your opinion on manga! 🐰💛

(By the way, yep, natsuyuu simply comes from mashing the words together to make the name shorter, which is pretty standard, especially if there's not enough words to make an interesting acronym. And if I may comment, I love the FMA manga, so if you do get to watch either of the anime version, I would enjoy knowing your opinions on the FMA:B adaptation, since it's the one that's closest to the manga. Only if you decide to watch and share, of course. 🐰💛)

that is really interesting! i like that you're distinguishing between static forms like books/manga and moving forms like animation/live action. that makes a lot of sense. my first instinct is to think of it as forms with pictures (manga/graphic novels/animation/live action) vs. forms without pictures (books), because any time there are words and images, the images become secondary to me. i'm so into words that sometimes i don't even look at the images because i just want to get to the next words! whoops!!

thank you for explaining the whole "natsuyuu" thing because i was almost at the "i don't know what this is and now i'm too afraid to ask" point and then i would have just been suffering in silence lol. i think FMA: Brotherhood is the one that was recommended to me earlier, so hopefully i will get around to watching it someday! thank you for all of this info and for your thought-provoking questions! have a lovely friday <33

[ofpd]

not gonna read the svara thing lol