#i may post more of this raven but these gifs are just so good by themselves

[animals-in-old-films]

The eponymous raven in The Raven (1963)

[stargirl-writes]

denial

pairing : force healer jedi! reader x anakin skywalker

word count : 1.5k

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summary

anakin skywalker confessed his love for you. except, you turned him down, reminding yourself of your duty to the jedi. weeks would have passed and you're reaching a breaking point where you can no longer deny how you felt about him.

tags : angst, mutual pining, fluff towards the end,

warnings : pretty much just denial of how reader feels, and angst with a happy ending (!)

notes : hi lovely people! this is the first thing i'll post under this blog! thank u for taking interest in my little imagine, i hope you like it!

likes, reblogs, and comments are highly appreciated !

It has been a few weeks since Anakin Skywalker told you he loved you. For a moment, the cruelest thing to do seemed like the sweetest thing he could say.

For you both know that the Jedi Council will forbid you to delight in this feeling.

No attachments, live to serve the good, clear lines. No devotions.

You didn't understand how loving someone can be so corrupting, after all, the Jedi Code taught you compassion for all things. That in itself is an act of love. Living so detached from things just makes it all feel... meaningless.

Why hurt for love? Why hurt for not loving?

But now, ever since Anakin told you he wanted you, you are held by a ravenous grip that left you feeling breathless. Suffocated.

Because the truth was simple: You wanted to hoard Anakin in your heart and keep him there. You wanted Anakin.

Of course, you didn't mean it. Anakin Skywalker is the only one who truly knew you. He shredded down your walls to find you where you're most vulnerable and loved you anyway. He wasn't scared of the things about you he didn't understand. Things you, too, find difficult to accept.

But caught by the abruptness, you could only tell him "We can't" before storming out of the room that one night.

You were perplexed, because for the longest time you have resigned yourself to the idea that you were the only one feeling it.

And now he says he loves you. All along.

He loved you.

He loved you despite, despite, despite...

And you turned him down.

Because you can't....

You were bound by duty first. And your duty is to serve the Republic. You can't have Anakin, not if he is supposed to be the chosen one.

You still cried in your sleep; angry and tremendously sorry you turned the closest thing to love away.

You can't take the Republic's only chance of surviving this war. He was meant for something larger than you are. Larger than both of you. You understood this, but it didn't really make it hurt any less.

It fell into this odd... silence between both of you.

You'd catch yourself looking for him in every room you find yourself in. A force of habit. His force signature used to be a warm beacon of light to anchor you, now every time you sense Anakin, your heart aches.

Haunted by the images in your mind of what could be if you allowed him to love you. Terrified that you've allowed yourself to want to share a lifetime with him.

You can't. You wouldn't.

You shuffle in your bed, unable to find a spot so you can comfortably rest. You were becoming more frustrated, for your mind just won't turn itself off.

You grabbed your robe and pulled your hair away from your face, tying it back.

With a sigh, you sit up. It would be futile to attempt any sleep, dawn was already breaking from the windows of the Jedi Temple.

Force healing is something that not every Jedi practices, for it requires a deeper state of discipline and precision. Besides, there are medical droids that can take care of the wounded.

The council had briefed you on your mission for today, you're stationed at the med-bay to overlook the casualties after the recent attack on Kamino.

You valued healing; no matter how forgotten it may have been for the Jedi Order. So, this mission is equally important to you as fighting in the front lines.

The halls of the temple were still quiet, deep in sleep. You wander around, not really knowing where to head.

You hear a shuffle from behind, and instinctively, you turn.

You halt at a balcony— entranced by the rising sun. You breathed deep, wondering when all became so complicated.

A pair of blue eyes meet your doe-eyed gaze. You surveyed him, he looked like he just came from battle, his robes were covered in dust, and his eyes were glossy as if he had been awake for some time, too.

"Anakin" you breathed out, realizing it had been the first time you addressed him after the night he confessed.

"[Name]" He answers, sounding tired.

Your heart thumps, unsure, and half-terrified that if he calls your name again, you might fall to pieces.

"How did the mission on Kamino go?" You say, trying to find any topic other than—

Anakin steps forward, leaning against the balcony. You hold your breath. Being so close to him felt like all air vanishes.

"It went alright" Anakin answers, his gaze falling into the horizon.

Your eyes trail on his arm, noticing the dried blood, a gash maybe, you step forward, wanting to get a closer look, your healing instincts telling you something was off.

"You're hurt" You say, your hand carefully moving his robe.

Anakin sharply turns at your touch. Then his eyes bore into yours. You lifted your fingers, realizing you may have startled him.

Anakin always had you. Part of the reason you were persistent in learning healing. Because the anxiety of him hurting never settled, and you wanted to be equipped to take care of him.

"Let me do this, it won't take long" You insisted, because you knew Anakin too well, and he'd not get it checked until someone else forces him to sit down at the med-bay.

The wound started closing and after a moment, it was like it wasn't there in the first place.

Anakin nods, his eyes never leave yours.

You felt it, a ripple through the force. A very specific frequency. A jedi might mistake his hurt as that of a physical one. But you have memorized him too much to read through his pretenses.

The wounds hurt, yes. But he is carrying a lot more pain than he lets on.

So, you continued. Your fingers graze over his skin, channelling the force, willing it to heal the gash.

You withdrew your touch. The silence lingered. It's a silence that makes you feel mad, because it feels like this is how it'll always be for you and Anakin now. Delicately dancing around the elephant in the room.

The silence amplified the voice screaming in your heart.

You may as well just say it out loud because your force signature is latched with it. It involuntarily pours your heart out.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

"Anakin" you began, your lips opening and closing unable to find words to express how you felt.

He turns his head, standing straight, he had an expression you recognized. Some sort of braceness, like he was already anticipating for you to break his heart again.

"I'm sorry" was all you could say.

Even if you would've ran away with him if he asked you to.

Clear lines. No attachments. You'd cross them all if he asked you to.

This was the right thing to do, you think...

"Don't" Anakin shakes his head "Don't... I know you don't mean it" His eyes fall to his feet.

"No, I do" You answer swiftly— no longer able to deny how much it had hurted you too.

You felt tears threatening to cascade down your face. You've heard it said that love turns people soft, but you have never felt more broken now that you have loved something you can't have.

"Anakin, when I said we can't, it's because I can't take you for myself. You're meant for larger things. Only with the Jedi can you fulfill your destiny" You rambled, verbalizing the thoughts you convinced yourself to believe in at night.

Anakin's eyebrows furrowed, but you continued "It doesn't mean I didn't, that I don't—" You halted, your heart and mind tearing you apart.

"[Name]" he calls, "You are no small thing in my life" He tucks a loose strand of hair to your ear.

"I meant it when I told you I love you." His palm presses on your cheeks.

You thought you could crumble beneath his touch.

These weeks, the small amount of time you spent trying to convince yourself that his feelings will eventually pass, never faltered the way how you felt. His absence felt like half of you was missing. And now, he was here, insisting softly.

You can't hold it in anymore.

So, in the absence of words, you pressed your lips against his— slowly, gently, slipping into the intimacy you only ever shared with him.

I love you.

You say between the kisses, hoping it'd suffice for you can't quite bring yourself to say it just yet.

Nothing in the world belonged to you, just this love you were overpouring with. And this kiss— it felt like the beginning of something eternal.

Whatever that may be.

© to @cafekitsune the dividers!

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Hey Raven! Hope you're doing well, and I hope you had a great holiday, if you celebrate, that is.

I hate to clutter your ask box with something like this, and you don’t have to answer, you can just read this with an open mind, but I feel you're the only one I could go to with this without being straight-up attacked. It's also why I'm asking anonymously.

But, what's your stance on the whole war between the JP and EN versions of the game? I'm not asking you to pick a side or anything, I just wanna know your thoughts.

Obviously, I'm an EN player, and idk if you seen, but there's some hateful things out there about us, and honestly, it's hurtful and disheartening to every time I get up here. And it's always on this we as players can't control. Mainly the dialog translations and it's changes.

I've seen people calling us dumb and weak, saying we water down everything because we can't take it, etc. I've seen people saying we don't know how to really correctly and analyze characters and that we're not even playing the same game. They say we've ruined the game, the fandom, and that they wished it was never localized. I've also seen quite horrible things, but I don’t wanna repeat the things said, but yeah.

And the kicker is, it's only the JP side I've seen post this stuff. I've seen more hate come from that side more than anything, and of course not all, like you. You're my fave btw.

So yeah, thoughts?

Hello, hello! ^^ I’m not really a super big celebration person but I’m hunkering down for a cozy hibernation this winter ❄️ I hope everyone had/will have a good 2023 holiday season~

Before I provide my response to the question posed in this ask, I want to make sure we're all on the same page for this discussion first:

Please be advised that my perspective is coming from that of someone who started off playing JP in March 2020 and then picked up EN when it came out in January 2022. I have played on both servers since their initial launches.

When I refer to TWST JP and EN fans in this post, I am only referring to the English speaking fans (as in, English speaking fans who play JP and English speaking fans who play EN).

For the sake of simplicity, I will be disregarding “hybrid” fans (English speaking fans who play both JP and EN) as a separate category and will lump them in with “JP” fans (English speaking fans who play JP). This is because I assume most mixed fans started off with JP and then adopted EN later on.

I am not talking about ALL English-speaking JP and/or EN fans here; I am only talking about the ones Anon described in their ask.

As the Anon said, I ask that you go into this post with an open mind; do not assume that I will bash JP and/or EN, take sides, defend or condone toxic attitudes, or that this post exists just to “stir the pot”. That is not the purpose of my response. The purpose is to have a meaningful and constructive discussion about TWST’s fandom culture, particularly as it pertains to English-speaking fans. I hope that in talking about this, we can better understand “the other side” (however you may personally define that) and work toward making the fandom space more welcoming for all.

Please read the entire post and think about your own choice of words before commenting and/or sending in an ask about this topic, should you choose to.

To the Anon that submitted this ask and to anyone else that plays EN and may have had similar thoughts: I’m sorry to hear about the negative experiences you’ve had in the TWST fandom. I hope that this post brings you some peace of mind, if not at least some catharsis for what you may be feeling.

Firstly, it’s important to understand the mindset of both JP and EN fans. As such, I will delve into the background and the development of each side. It is NOT meant to justify either side, but rather to inform you on how each perspective originated and grew to what it is today.

The animosity and opposition to an official English version of TWST has been present for a while. An English version of TWST has always been contentious, even long before the localization was announced. Some wanted it to happen for accessibility reasons (as some people find it tedious to hunt for translations) or were supportive of the idea because it means a larger fanbase and thus more potential to make friends or to discuss the game. Others were more apprehensive of the quality of a localization (as much tends to be cut or censored to make the content more palatable) and/or claimed that expanding the fanbase in such a way would bring in more “bad apples”.

When EN first came out, it did, in fact, expand the fanbase. However, many were quick to notice the many (and I do mean many) errors and short sightings present in it: frequent spelling and grammar mistakes in the game and on official social media posts, inconsistent phrasing, incorrect translations, game-breaking glitches, frequent censorship, half-hearted promotions, etc. EN also became infamous for its absolutely brutal pacing of content in the early days, particularly related to the limited story event schedules (including back-to-back Halloween events). This, in combination with EN’s constant pushing of paid gems (which occurs far more frequently than in the JP server) has left a bad taste in JP fans’ mouths. To them, TWST EN did not make a good first impression and continued to misstep again and again. This is especially true of the many dialogue changes to make the TWST localization more “culturally appropriate” (which is the definition of what a localization is; there is a reason why TWST is not called a translation, which would be a more accurate/“faithful” or direct translation of the dialogue).

The claim that “EN fans are weak/can’t handle the real story” likely arises from how EN has removed or altered details which may offend western audiences. This includes things like the term “master”, the mention of Azul’s weight, Kalim’s “30-40” siblings, etc. These are conscious decisions made on the part of the game localizers to make TWST more broadly appealing and appropriate for a western audience, where such topics are contentious or considered taboo. This is adapting TWST to a new culture so that it can (in a dry business sense) perform well. However, I also want to mention that some cultural changes EN made do significantly alter the story/characters (such as Jamil no longer stating his family will be on the streets if they defy the Asims; in EN he only says his parents will be bad at him), particularly if you are viewing through an EN-only lens. Unfortunately 😔 as much as I can point the nuances of localization out, there will always be fans who still oppose any sort of censorship. This is also true of the anime and manga community in general, and this post isn’t large enough in scope to tackle those issues. I only mention this here to help you, the reader, better understand the changes from Disney/Aniplex.

A lot of the original negative feelings that were there before EN was announced were then confirmed by the official release, and this strengthened the dislike of EN on the part of JP fans. These JP fans may then become hostile toward EN fans who defend the localization (whether or not they have the context of TWST JP) because, in the eyes of the JP fans, the localization is not as good as it could be. Ultimately, it seems like their intense feelings stem from passion for what they love and not wishing to see it “desecrated” rather than an actual hatred of fellow fans. JP fans are upset because they fear EN fans are not getting the full scope of the characters and a story they enjoy, and they want others to appreciate those aspects of TWST as well.

Of course 💦 the fact is that EN fans are not responsible for the localization. But EN is there and that is what is the easiest and the most time efficient for English-speaking audiences, so most people will go with that rather than alternatives (ie hunting down fan translations). The issue is that some JP fans conflate simply consuming the localization as being bad or the “wrong” thing to do, and thus, by proxy, extend this frustration to EN fans themselves (especially those those are EN only and have zero prior knowledge of JP) and not just the product. Again, this is because they tend to see JP as the “full” version, without the changes or censorship present in EN. This inevitably leads to discrepancies in understanding between JP and EN, whether due to staggered release of new content or how the characters are presented differently between the two servers. To those who say “the versions are basically the same except for minor changes”, I disagree. There are several dialogue changes that appear small in isolation, but because TWST’s narrative is told primarily via dialogue, those “small” changes are actually very large and can drastically modify how one perceives a character or situation without explicit knowledge of JP to balance it out. When Jamil is made an “employee” rather than a “servant” and worries about his parents being mad at him instead of his entire family literally being on the streets for defying the Asims, it takes away the bite from his motivations. When Cater inserts a #WOW that wasn’t there in JP while Riddle is breaking down sobbing, or makes him come off as far more insensitive than emotionally aware. These are just a few examples, but they are very prominent ones that can change how an EN only fan sees things. The idea that “we aren’t even playing the same game” can ring true to some JP players because of this.

It cannot be helped that EN fans would interpret the characters and stories differently when the localization is their only or primary source of TWST content. Not everyone has the time or the desire to look for more accurate fan translations (not all fan translations are the same quality), as some JP fans have suggested. If EN fans want to, that’s great! It’s nice to expand one’s knowledge and to be cognizant of the changes between the versions. There are many blogs out there dedicated to educating people on these matters, and many EN and JP fans alike flocking there to be informed. But that level of engagement shouldn’t be demanded of anyone. To deem those that don’t engage in “further research” as “lazy”, “dumb”, or a “fake fan” is not acceptable, not in the name of love or otherwise. The expectation to “do homework” only puts pressure on EN fans to be a certain way or else be rejected by the fandom, and that only breeds more hatred and negativity. It makes EN fans feel “not worthy” of being a fan unless they study up, when the truth of the matter is that no matter how much we like TWST, it’s… media at the end of the day. People are free to consume their choice of media however they like, and that includes casually or at their own pace. It’s not fun to be in a fandom where others are breathing down your neck and policing everything you do, especially since these spaces are meant to be a temporary escape from reality. If JP fans meant to gatekeep in an effort to make others recognize the “real” greatness of TWST, then it’s failing because this kind of attitude only serves to drive new fans away.

Among EN fans, there is this idea that “JP fans are stuck-up”. I can understand where this thinking comes from, as I have witnessed hatred for EN myself which comes unprompted and has killed many conversations. Admittedly, some points are geared toward the company themselves (and those are valid), such as rushed and/or inaccurate translations or the pushing of paid gems, but I’ve also seen my fair share of nastier, invalid comments directed at EN fans. There are JP fans who actively hope that EN will shut down or who outright dismiss EN fans because of the version they play, thinking of their thoughts and opinions as “lesser” or doubting their media literacy skills. It’s true that this behavior is out there in the fandom, and that is unfortunately a sad reality.

That being said, JP on EN hate is not the only form I see, and nor is it the majority. It goes both ways (and I would say about equally for all, although this is just based on anecdotes and not objective data). There is plenty of JP on JP hate (particularly when someone spreads mistranslations around as though it were the truth) and EN on EN hate (arguments over what is and is not appropriate to ship, differences in headcanons, harassing fans that fall outside an “acceptable” age range, etc). There is also EN on JP hate which feeds into a dangerous back-and-forth with JP on EN hate. I briefly mentioned before that EN fans tend to believe JP fans are elitist, and this leads to assumptions being made about anyone that critiques EN and sometimes lashing out about it. I myself have previously been accused of “hating” EN because I often make posts commenting on the changes made between EN and JP (which ones I think work and which I think don’t). This preemptively defensive behavior drives another wedge between JP and EN fans, making JP fans reluctant to engage with EN fans, which then fuels the belief that JP fans think they’re “better” than EN fans (when really, some JP fans may be intentionally distancing themselves for their own wellbeing). Additionally, a lot of behavior deemed more acceptable in western oriented fandom spaces (such as moral justifications, taking pictures without crediting, callouts of other fans, and incorrect use of fandom tags) are not so for JP spaces (or those familiar with JP spaces). There have also been times when EN fans harass the actual Japanese-speaking side of the fandom (be it Japanese fans or the devs themselves) and demand (not ask, but demand) content that caters to them or free translations of fan comics they make. When EN fans fail to observe such “basic fandom etiquette”, it leads to JP fans thinking them rude or entitled, which makes JP fans reluctant to interact with EN fans and, again, feeds into confirmation bias. It’s a viscous system.

What is “ruining” the fandom is not just one side. There has always been turmoil present in fandom spaces. It just appears more visible now that TWST’s popularity has grown to this degree. Right now, both sides (JP and EN) are antagonizing each other because of a loud minority that’s attacking the other side. That minority then gets extrapolated and assumed to be behavior of the entirety of the other side, and that is what keeps the hate going.

If I’m being entirely honest 😔 I don’t think these tensions will realistically ever die out; the fandom is too large to “stomp out” what has already been established in its culture. When both sides are fueled by something so strong—a passion for TWST—it’s hard to seek out and/or to consider alternative perspectives. We become fixated on their own negative experiences and fail to think about where the “others” maybe be coming from, and then close ourselves off from discussion. That promotes isolation and contempt rather than friendliness and cooperation.

If we want change, then it starts at an individual level and in smaller TWST communities. We shouldn’t assume the worst of “JP” or “EN” fans; we are all TWST fans. Let’s keep open-minded and welcome other fans and their diverse schools of thought. And if you don’t feel comfortable with that, that’s also fine! You’re allow to keep a distance and curate your online space as you like; just please don’t go out of your way to disparage others, you have your own lane and others have theirs. Don’t encroach on other lanes.

Maybe we don’t necessarily agree with each other or we think may hold different opinions—but that’s good, isn’t it? The freedom of thought and the open exchange of ideas promotes flexible thinking and can lead you to see things from a new angle, or perhaps develop a new idea of your own. If we all thought the same way, then life becomes boring or it can cultivate an “us versus them” narrative that sparks online wars.

Let me put it this way to close off the post: isn’t this the message that Twisted Wonderland itself is trying to teach us? The true value of attending Night Raven College isn’t just about receiving a good education. Countless times it has been stressed to us (and often by Lilia, the oldest and wisest of the core cast, someone who used to be resistant to opening up to outsiders) that it is vital to understand other people in spite of how different we may be. Let’s take a page out of the students’ book and try to live up to that ^^

[stupidthoughtsinwriting]

Don't leave me... I'll stay (Loki)

Summary: After an argument causes a rift between Loki and Y/N, the day is spent ignoring the other until Y/N decides to spend the night away from Loki.

Warning: Angst? i dunno what else to put in but angst eheheh. long maybe? this is a very long fic eheheh. ohh and another thing is that this may be prone to mistakes as i dont have anybody to proof this so... ehehhe

Note: eheheeh the liar has finally posted what was promised, precisely a month late or later. eheheh sorry to those who waited, school has taken a lot of my time, I barely open my laptop to work and im rarely here anymore but i've got until the monday off so lets see what i'll do with that eheheh

The context is vague, I apologize but i am complete rubbish at this. at everything really, including writing so eheheh. To those brave souls that braved this whole thing, Thank you! so very deeply, from the bottom of my heart for even showing the slightest bit of interest in my rubbish ideas. Hope you like it and im stopping myself from going any further and prolonging this intro ehehhe, Enjoy!😊

‘No Loki! Just because I have this disease, doesn’t mean you have the right to keep me locked up like some sort of china. I am able to do just about everything I could before I told you and you have no right telling me what I can or cannot do’ you countered his argument but being stubborn, neither of you relented nor ceased.

You were now second guessing whether it was right or not, telling him about the chronic illness you were diagnosed with, but you knew that you did the right thing if you wanted this relationship to have a good foundation. The reaction however… was not how you thought things would go.

It was simple at first. Barely noticeable and could have been mistaken as added doting to his already caring nature with you but overtime, it became more and more obvious how he was setting up these restrictions you never would have agreed on. It only grew ridiculous, and you would have allowed the passive ones, but this was the final straw.

Your patience had worn thin over the entirety of the argument however, as comments grew more rash and the final ‘disapproval’ of your oncoming task was remarked, you snapped. He had no right to restrict you of activities and tasks he thinks are too much for your condition and it only insulted and hurt you to think that he thought you so frail and weak that even simple chores were too much.

‘I am going on this mission, whether you “approve” or not, because just telling you was out of courtesy. I refuse to be told of my restrictions by anyone besides myself. I would have understood your concerns if the situation were more grave, but for the love of God, it’s a simple data extraction.’ You exasperated, growing tired of fighting about something you know he won’t fold on.

‘In an abandoned Hydra base!’ he pointed out, choosing not to acknowledge how you outright dismissed his concern, no matter how much it hurt. ‘You know of the dangers that lurk in those retched lairs and often times there are still those who patrol the premises. You do remember when Rogers and Romanoff were attacked during their little escapade in Camp Leigh, do you not?’

‘Of course, I remember, I’m not a moron’ you snide, glaring daggers at the raven-haired god and you were just about to justify how Barnes was going with you however the comment he let out was the final pull on the thinned thread.

‘Well, you certainly are acting like one’ he mumbled without thinking, turning away. He thought it was low enough so you wouldn’t hear but he thought wrong.

‘I beg your pardon?!’ you all but screeched out of fury. Loki flinched before he turned at the high pitch and fury, he heard from you. He saw the outraged his comment caused in your eyes. The fire that burned in those beautiful orbs of yours was terrifying however, what truly frightened him was how you took a breath, calming yourself and before he could so much as apologize, rolled your eyes and turned away.

‘I’m done’ you raised your hands in surrender, turning your back to him.

‘What do you mean you’re done?’ he asked as fear of losing you threatened his being. You mean everything to him and just the very thought of losing you and him being the very reason you were gone… it opened a holocaust in his mind.

‘This conversation, I am done. I’m ending it before either of us say something or does more damage that there already is’ you yield, busying yourself with tidying up the files you had splayed out all over the floor.

Relief flooded his senses before guilt quickly bore fruit.

He watched as you packed up your work and strode out of the room. It took him a minute, but he followed you out and once he finally reached the living room, he met the sight of you slipping on your trainers and throwing your gadgets, wallet and keys in your bag before moving to the door and slamming it shut.

He stood frozen in the threshold of the hall as he processed what happened. All he wanted was to keep you safe. Never did he think that things would go this bad.

You stormed out of the flat and went to the compound for the briefing you had with Bucky. It was scheduled for tomorrow, but you just could not stay in the flat, not with him, not at the moment. You needed a cool head and quite frankly, yours was blazing.

You called Barnes to reschedule, which he agreed to but before he could ask why, you had already hung up. You needed to calm down, seriously.

You took a scenic route around the city before heading to the facility. You parked at the car park and turned off the vehicle before you let your head fall on the steering wheel. Loki’s’ words really stung but in his own way, you knew he meant well. He loved you but it felt demeaning to be confined to one place or to be babied. You are a grown woman; this disease may affect you in some way but you wouldn’t let it define and control your life like its slowly doing to Loki.

You took your phone to look at the time and was greeted with lock screen background of you and Loki cuddling, fast asleep. Someone from the team took the picture to spite Loki but you found it adorable and set it on your phone. It brought a small grin to your lips until you got a message from Barnes saying which conference room was being used for the quick briefing. You sighed, taking your bag before exiting the car and heading in the building.

The briefing was quick. Only about the layout of the base, where to go and what to take. You were in and out in possibly ten minutes, but you longed for it to be longer. You didn’t want to go home yet so you stayed for a chat with the others, talking to Wanda about her relationship, discussing with Bruce the project he was working on before you went and left with a goodbye, heading for the shops for dinner prep and a bit of groceries, taking your time in each aisle to pass the minute until you really had to go home.

Loki had texted Thor after you left, asking if you were at the compound. It took a bit for his brother to respond but eventually he replied with ‘Barnes says she’s on her way for a meeting’. He felt relieved to at least know where you are, knowing you were safe and not alone somewhere. 

Hours passed until he heard your keys on the front door, the metal snake keychain giving a distinct clink with the rest of your keys. He looked to the door from where he sat on the living room, watching as you trudged in the brown bags of groceries. You kicked the door closed and placed the bags in the kitchen bench, never sparing him a look. He could sense that you didn’t want to be around him, he could always sense it. He’s had years of experience with being ignored nor wanted. He knew when to take his leave, so he left for the bedroom, never sparing you a sound of his departure.

You saw Loki on the chaise when you walked in. You blatantly ignored him, but he was on the couch. The only indication you got that he left was when you heard the bedroom door close. You were fixing everything you had bought to the cupboards and the pantry when you just heard the soft click of the door closing. You felt bad with how distant you two were being but what stung more is that he couldn’t bear to be in the same room as you that he had to leave. You wanted to make things right. You were thinking of things to say as you put away the vegetables, but he seemed to want the opposite.

You put everything away and started making supper, finishing an hour or two later. Loki still hasn’t left the bedroom, though you did hear the shower run a few minutes prior, so you ate by yourself, wallowing in your thoughts about the mission and Loki.

Your bowl was half gone when he emerged from the room and moved to where you were eating on the table. You had prepared him a bowl, which now sat at the other end of the table. You weren’t talking to each other, but you still care and love him. The soup had gone a bit cold, but it was there, and he sat and ate it anyways.

Both of you stayed silent, neither breaking the silence as the tension grew thick. You quickly finished the rest of your meal before standing abruptly to start cleaning up. You let the bowl rinse and soak in the sink while you stored the leftovers in a container and to the fridge. You had put more than enough on his bowl, so you were sure he wouldn’t be asking for seconds. You quickly washed the dishes whilst he ate while reading his book. He was nearly done when you left the kitchen and proceeded to the bathroom.

He let out a sigh and dropped his book when he heard the shower running. He has been staring at the very same paragraph over and over but not once has he actually paid attention to the text let alone understood it. He was hoping to break the ice between you two, but he froze, missing his chance.

He rinsed his own dish and made sure everything was good and locked up before he went back to the bedroom, preparing to go to bed.

You came out a few minutes later, steam billowing from the ensuite and following you. Your hair was wrapped up in a towel, your body clad in the oversized jumper you adored, with a nightie underneath. You still refused to acknowledge him as you made your way to the closet, grabbing a spare comforter.

This got Loki’s attention and was what broke the silence of the room, really the silence you have both established since the argument earlier.

‘What are you doing?’ he asked as he stopped fluffing the pillow in his hold. Your pillow.

‘I have a few case files to read and paperwork to do so… I’m staying in the living room’ you stated, hardly with any emotion, tugging at the comforter from the top shelf.

‘And the need for a blanket?’ he questioned again, looking over your well bundled figure. The sweater you had was thick and big enough to cover your legs if you were truly that cold, he knew that and the fact that you only use blankets whenever you were going to sleep.

‘It’s likely I’ll fall asleep on the couch so I’m preparing for the inevitable. To put it bluntly, I’m sleeping on the couch’ you say, finally turning around to see him holding your pillow before you moved to leave the room.

All Loki could do was nod, clenching his jaw as his hands dropped your pillow and watch as you left the room. He couldn’t do anything. He couldn’t will his lips to move in protest and just accepted what was going to happen. He didn’t want to force you seeing how that went earlier, so he let it… you, go do what you wish. He didn’t want to lose you and he’d do anything and everything to avoid that.

He got cleaned up in the bathroom before he went to bed. He couldn’t sleep and for hours he’s spent it staring up at the ceiling. Once he'd learned to sleep with you by his side, it was harder now to do so without you and the lingering thoughts of your fight earlier kept him company.

It took a while before the fatigue finally succumbed to him, his mind too tired to do anything that it finally forfeited and let him rest.

You on the other hand, haven’t slept at all. Not a wink of it. You spent a bit writing up some reports and looking over at some case files but after you found that you couldn’t focus, you packed everything up and tried to get some sleep. Tried. You really did but as tired as your body was, your mind worked wonders in keeping you up.

The fight you had was your fore thought, mainly the look in Loki’s eyes when you said you weren’t sleeping in the same room as him. He always tried to look impassive in front of others but with you, his eyes held so many expressions of love and adoration, you saw none of that as he held your pillow.

You felt bad leaving him alone. The gesture alone of fixing your side of the bed was heart-warming, that it made you feel like a monster when you saw the look he gave you. Of absolute disappointment? It wasn’t the right word, but you felt like you took the one good thing he had and crushed it in front of him.

You tried to stave off such thoughts, thinking of your task for tomorrow and such but it wasn’t any use. Your mind was going miles per minute, and you just couldn’t keep up. You stayed on the couch for hours, laying on the furniture as your eyes stayed transfixed on a spiderweb on the ceiling. You grew restless overtime so the idea of making tea came to mind.

You thought it a good idea for a cup to help you, so you finally got up. You took the towel you used from the coffee table and hung it on a chair as you turned the kettle on. You grabbed a cup from the drying rack and dropped the bag of chamomile you got from the jar, as you waited for the water to boil.

It was then you heard a whimper. It came fast and low, you were beginning to think that you imagined it when you heard it again. You left the cup sitting on the counter as you went to investigate, looking all around the open space of the flat until it finally registered to you that it was coming from the bedroom.

Loki…

Fast steps quickly took you to the door of the room, which was left open and from where you stood, you heard his cries clearly. The room, gloomy when you entered had scarcely any light. The only source came from the dim lighting from the hall and the sliver of moonlight seeping through the curtains, but it was enough to help you at least see figures.

You moved to the general area of where the bed was and there you saw his figure, trembling slightly. From what you saw as your eyes further adjusted to the darkness, he laid on his side, his shirt damp with sweat, his face glistening and his hair sticking all over his neck and cheeks. He had a pillow in his hold, his head buried in the cushion, but the muffled whines and whimpers still persisted to reach your ears. It was your pillow.

It had been a long while since these terrible nightmares have plagued his nights. The last was far too long ago you hardly remembered it anymore. You remember how he once told you about it having something to do with you sleeping by his side. That something about you just calmed him and made his mind come to a peaceful state. The guilt you felt increased tenfold as the regret of leaving him alone ate you alive. You didn’t… you don’t… you couldn’t have imagined how much you had helped him without even realizing and now leaving him to his own devices… you felt like a pompous prick.

You sped to his side, whispering his name in hopes to arouse him but it proved to be futile.

You sat beside him, turning to the side to face figure. A finger reached to tuck the damp locks behinds his ears as you whispered his name again, hoping to get through his thoughts but it still wasn’t working. Your hands moved to cradle the side of his face, your thumb caressing his cheek in hopes to stir him as you continued to say his name.

‘Loki’ you said softly, knowing using any other tone or pitch would only frighten him further. You moved your head next to his, your body twisted in an awkward position, but you couldn’t care less. You continued to whisper his name close to his ear, your thumbs caressing those sharp angled cheeks until he finally stirred.

You felt it. That light shake of his head as he finally starts rouse, as if shaking off fatigue and merciless thoughts that haunted his mind. You pulled away a bit to see him properly, wiping the beads of sweat that coated most of his forehead with the sleeve of your jumper as your other hand continued their gentle caress on his cheeks. He had a furrow that pulled his brows together and normally you would have found it adorable but right now you only hoped to remove it.

He blinked slowly, gathering his bearings to check if he was truly out of the agonizing torment his mind had conjured. He was losing you. It was scene after scene of ways he loses you and all of it was his fault. From you leaving him after an argument, to the image of the mad titan snapping your neck in his grasp as he watched. Each scenario broke him in every way, and he just couldn’t bare it.

The sight was still fresh in his mind as he finally started to ebb away from the drowse of sleep. Then as panic set him as he realized and processed what had happened, he didn’t notice the soft whisper of his name or the caress of your delicate fingers. He was on the verge of complete panic, tears welling up his eyes when he felt it. You.

Your voice. You touch. Your scent. Everything. It all enveloped him to the point It became overwhelming, but he wanted it. To suffocate in everything you, to banish those horrid thoughts away.

‘y/n?’ he whispered meekly, still questioning whether he was still in the throughs of his nightmare.

‘I’m here, It’s okay. It’s just a nightmare’ you replied as tears started to pour from his eyes and cascade down his cheeks.

‘I’m sorry, I-I’m sorry, p-please don’t leave me’ he heaved, his voice shaking with every word, it broke your heart to hear him so broken. His arms moved to wrap around you, having a tight hold on your waist, leaving the pillow, as he wept.

You could only do so much to keep your own tears at bay, but you managed to stay strong. Your fingers wiped much of the tears, but they only continued to flow so you pulled him in to hide in the crook of your neck.

‘Shhh darling. It’s alright, I’m here, I promise’ you said in his ear, knowing his cries would only muffle his hearing. He cried and cried, apologizing just as much in between but you still dismissed every single one.

‘Shhhh, you’re okay darling. It’s only a nightmare, it’s alright’ you moved your body to lay on the bed fully, settling beside him comfortably as you held him tight. Your fingers weaved through his obsidian locks, scratching his scalp in hopes to console and comfort him in anyway as he continued to heave on the crook of your neck.

It broke your heart to see him like this. Frightened to the bone like a little boy, shivering as if dunk in the oceans of the arctic. All those years of suffering topped his insecurities and the lack assurance and consoling care throughout most of his life… of course he was afraid. Of the possibilities this life held. He’d seen the worst parts of it, of course id be difficult to peer outside that little protective box he hid in. And your argument certainly didn’t help matters.

He cried for a while and you let him. Bare his vulnerability to you and it was your honour to be shown this fragile part of him. You’d treasure the trust he had in you, to keep him safe in times like these. You wouldn’t let anything happen to him, especially like this. You love him too much.

He calmed down after a little while, still letting out soft sniffs and whimpers every once and a while, but he had calmed down. You placed a soft kiss on his temple, an assurance of sorts before pulling back to face him but his grip only tightened, a whine escaping his lips as he hid himself further in the safety of your hair.

He didn’t want you to pull away for fear of you having enough of him, but he wouldn’t have it. He couldn’t.

You hushed him softly, running a hand through his inky locks and caressing his scalp, assuring him you weren’t going anywhere and only meant to talk to him. He was reluctant but he gave in, nodding the slightest bit before pulling away to face you.

His face was red, eyes bloodshot and puffy around the eyelids, looking down and anywhere but at you. Streaks of tears, dry and fresh cascaded down his sharp features, causing his unruly hair to stick. The look he gave you completely broke your heart, rendering it to mush whilst he had the decency to look so heartbroken.

You kept your composure as a finger swiped a way those stray locks, tucking it behind his ear before he nuzzled in the warms of your palm. Your thumb glided along the prominent angle of his zygoma, brushing away whatever moisture was left until you tilted his head up, by the chin, to look at you. His beautiful emerald eyes shimmered with unshed tears however he still won’t look you in the eyes.

‘Loki’ his name came off your lips in a soft whisper, finally grabbing his attention. Now that you finally had it though, all words seem to have left you, your thoughts drawing blank. A sigh left your lips as you let your head drop to his, your foreheads pressed together as you closed your eyes.

‘I’m sorry’ you said blankly, your hand rising to come through his locks and to scratch his scalp. Whether it was for his comfort or your distraction, you wouldn’t know.

He shook his head, dismissing your apology. Half of him didn’t know what you were apologizing for yet the other had an idea as to what, and even if it truly was what you were thinking, he knew that it was his fault.

‘No, don’t apologize. It’s my fault, I shouldn’t have treated you as such, but please darling, forgive me. I cannot lose you, please. Don’t… don’t leave me’ he practically begged. He really couldn’t lose you. He just wouldn’t know what to do if he did, but he just knows he won’t survive it.

‘No, I must apologize’ you argued, continuing on before he could cut you off ‘My actions weren’t acceptable, but Loki… We cannot keep going on like this. I am my own person, I refuse to told what to do, let alone what I can’t. I refuse to be caged in the four walls of this flat like some treasured bird, I’m not. I will not be restrained. By some illness nor God or man. This won’t work if that is what you want’.

‘I know, I know. I-It’s not, It’s not what I want. I’m sorry but darling, I just can’t lose you. I can’t. I won’t survive it. Please, I won’t do it again, just please don’t leave me.’ He sobbed, dropping his head back down the crook of your neck and he held you in a tight embrace. You understood what he meant; you don’t think you could survive losing him too.

‘I won’t. I’m not leaving you. I would never. I'm staying’ You affirmed. You really wouldn’t, but you won’t stand being coddled to the brim.

You held on to each other tightly for a while. Just letting the others presence calm one another. Loki hidden in the arch of your shoulder, arms wrapped around your waist, while you laid your head on top of his, a hand mindlessly raking trough his gorgeous locks. It proved to be comforting for the both of you, evidently.

‘I only meant to protect you’ he mumbled with a sniff out of nowhere.

‘I understand, my love. And the best I could do is promise to be safe and extra careful. I won’t take too risky missions if that gives you a peace of mind.’ You offered. You knew he only meant well and cared for your safety. You love your job but often times, it was too dangerous, even for your standards after everything. Taking fewer and safer missions wasn’t a problem. As long as you had worked to do that involved helping people, you were satisfied.

You felt him nod his head lightly at the suggestion, causing a soft smile to bloom from your lips before placing a soft kiss on the crown of his head. You didn’t see it but a small smile curved his lips as well at the feel of your lips on his skin. The touch starved part of him relishing in these small moments of affection like treasure.

Your free hand moved to caress his back when you felt how damp the fabric of his top was. The sweat he had worked up earlier still hasn’t dried and you knew how uncomfortable he would get bathing in the slightest bit of dirt, hence why you thought of getting him cleaned.

You place another kiss on his cheek before attempting to untangle yourself from him. The events of the nights had taxed the god, but you wanted to get him at least a bit clean before he fully dozed off however, as you tried to get off his loving embrace, his grip only tightened, his droopy eyes opening wide to see the commotion. 

‘Shhh, It’s alright. I just have to head out to the kitchen to check something and I promise, I will be right back my love’ you said softly to his ear, hoping his drowse would keep. He gave a tired huff before reluctantly setting you free. Your grin only grew wider, and you place a quick peck on his lips before you scrambled off the bed.

You quickly checked the kitchen to see if the kettle hadn’t burned and once assured, you left it as it was and headed to the loo to get what was needed. You took a small towel from the cupboard bellow the sink and ran it under the water to get it wet. Once it was fully soaked, you wrang the excess water from the towel and quickly grabbed a spare shirt from the wardrobe before going back to the bedroom.

The darling god had his eyes closed with your pillow once again tight in his grasp. This time, the sight made you smile. At how adorable he looked, face squashed on the cushion. You could tell how exhausted he was though, so you made haste in getting him set for night’s (hopefully) peaceful rest.

You sat beside him on the bed, the shifting of the mattress making him dare open an eye just as you were about to rouse him. He gave you that small charming smile of his when he saw you and your hand moved to cup his cheek, letting the pad of your thumb caress his now dried cheeks.

‘Can you sit up for me, luv’ you asked, leaning down to his ear. He gave you a faint nod before you sat back and helped him up. The fatigue was really getting on to him as he laid his head on your shoulder, so you made sure to finish as soon as possible to finally let him have a good night’s rest.

You gathered his hair into a pony with one hand and held it away, while the other wiped the damp cloth on the back of his neck. He flinched at the contact, having been spared a warning, you promptly apologized and moved as quickly as you could.

You wiped his face with great care, before you pulled his shirt off and threw it on the nightstand, to be put on the hamper after you were done. You wiped him all over until you deemed it enough and gave him the spare shirt. He put it on and just before you could leave the bed again, he took your hand. He gave you a pleading look that spoke volumes, and how could you resist when he gave you those doe eyes.

You gave him a soft smile, leaving the little towel beside the shirt and made your way to your spot on the bed. You got comfortable before you looked at him, staring at you with great fondness, it made you bashful yet you still opened your arms, welcoming him in to be held, which with great eager, he accepted. He laid beside you, wrapping his arms around your torso as he inhaled the scent of your hair, a welcome comfort after the course of the night.

You pulled the covers up to cover you both, but the feel of his soft lips just made you forget about everything but him, making you snuggle closer in his hold.

He had his head laid on the top of yours, his arms tied around you and your legs intertwined. An arm of yours cradled the back of his head, tangling to the roots of his inky locks while the other drew abstracts on his back. You held each other, never saying a word yet the silence was finally comfortable. A tranquil state you two could once again relish.

The silence however gave your mind room to intrude the peace, thinking of how things got to this point. From the argument, to the dismiss of each other’s presence and up until the confession after the dreadful nightmare, you admit that parts of how this ended up being the conclusion of the day, was your fault. Yes, Loki had his own mistakes in the matter, but you could have taken a point and fixed it. Why didn’t you get a grip and made the effort to make things better.  You shouldn’t ha…

A deep sigh broke you out of your trance. A squeeze, you felt you were given as arms around waist tightened and you were pulled impossibly closer to the mass holding you.

‘I can hear your gears turning, darling’ Loki mumbled, followed by a small chuckle, breaking the deafening comfort of silence. The sound was well welcomed after the tension of the day.

‘Sorry, luv. Go back to sleep’ you reply, scratching his scalp. He hummed in response, a smile pressing against your hair before a quick peck was planted on the top of your head. You grinned, closing your eyes, hoping to finally get consumed by the black oblivion that was rest.

The gentle caress on your arm helped, lulling you to a peaceful state of mind. Loki knew what helped you too.

Eventually the night drew on, painting the dark skies with stars as the two held each other, succumbing to blissful state of peace promised by slumber.

The night was a lesson for the two. To understand the other, to work out their problems and to never go to bed angry.

[aesopsharpmybeloved]

No More Hiding

Things get a little uncertain for Father Paul and you, after you are caught red handed by no one other than Beverly Keane.

Requested by anonymous

I'm back and I am healthy (almost). I got a bit out of practice, so this may be a little wonky, but I hope you'll forgive me :) Also, please check out this post, I am open to some nsft Father Paul content, teehee.

No More Hiding - 3.7K

tw: suggestive themes (mention), humanising Beverly Keane, cheesy as heck, a lot of triple dots

What is it with priests on Crockett Island? Beverly thought, gravel crunching underneath her feet as she walked away from Saint Patrick’s church hastily. Bev Keane was a lot of things, but stupid wasn’t one of them - she was aware there was some funny business going on with the young priest who arrived on Crockett almost a year ago and that writer lady, but she could never be entirely sure. Until today, that is. Bev felt a fresh wave of anger as she remembered the scene she witnessed no more than ten minutes ago.

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How could she have forgotten her bag? Bev shook her head at herself. She went home after wrapping up the daily mass on Saturday, and when she tried to reach into her handbag to pull out the keys to her home, she froze. There was nothing hanging on her shoulder. How did she not notice? In her head she suddenly saw the image of her bag, sitting on a table in the back of the church, entirely forgotten. With a sigh and an eye roll, Bev turned around and began walking towards Saint Patrick’s again.

She entered through the back door, and immediately saw her canvas bag, exactly where she’d left it. After grabbing it, Beverly was just about to go home again, but then:

A giggle.

A soft, feminine giggle sounded from the main room of Saint Patrick’s. Curious as to what’s going on there, The teacher crept towards the door leading to the front and put her hand against the handle. Very, very slowly, she pushed it and pulled the door open, just a little. She peeked out. The sight before her shook her to the core and Bev felt fury immediately settling in.

Sitting in a pew closest to the altar was Father Paul, still in his green chasuble, and next to him was (F/N)(L/N). Which, Beverly supposed, would be fine, if the priest (the PRIEST for goodness sake!) wasn’t currently pushing his tongue into her mouth and her hands weren’t messing up his raven hair. The teacher was frozen to the spot as she watched the two people exchanging passionate kisses, sometimes producing soft pleasured hums. What finally snapped Bev out of her shock was the sight of Father Paul’s hand settling on (F/N)’s knee, before pushing her skirt up as it moved forward onto her thigh.

Beverly pushed the door open all the way and coughed loudly. With malicious satisfaction she watched the couple practically jump away from each other and turn their heads in her direction, their eyes widening in horror. “B-Bev?!” yelped the priest, his face turning red, as did the young woman’s. “T-this- this isn’t what it looks like!” his hand, which left the girl’s thigh was now outstretched towards Beverly in a surrendering manner. Despite the furious storm within her, the teacher felt strangely calm as she took calculated steps towards the couple.

“Father, if you insist on indulging yourself in breaking your holy vows, it’d be nice if you had at least enough respect not to do so in God’s house,” she said, her voice cold as ice, her expression stony. The priest coughed: “Bev I-...W-we were just-” “ Don’t! Don’t… ” the teacher hissed and began walking off through the front of the church,clutching her bag in a vice grip. She shut the door with a bang.

Father Paul watched Beverly leave and winced as the old wooden doors banged shut. You then saw him wilt before your eyes. He put his elbows on his knees and placed his face in his hands. Your own hand found his shoulder and began stroking it, trying to comfort him, despite knowing that not even your touch would be able to comfort him now. Still, the priest leaned into your hand and soon raised his head to hide his face in your neck instead. You slowly stroked the hair at the nape of his neck.

“We’re screwed,” said Paul against your skin, his voice soft and tired. “Yeah,” you whispered back.

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Bev’s idea of going home was long forgotten as she stalked across Crockett Island, glaring daggers at everyone who dared as much as acknowledge her, the teacher was seething with rage. What was it with priests on Crockett Island? She knew the old Monsignor Pruitt hadn’t exactly been celibate either, and that the island’s doctor Sarah Gunning had been the result. She found out during one of Monsignor’s episodes, when he’d weep softly and call for Mildred, apologising for not having been there for her. For their daughter.

Back then, she acknowledged this, not knowing how she felt about it. On one hand, the Monsignor went against his vows, sired a child who was then raised by a different man, and obviously never stopped lusting for said man’s wife. On the other hand, what was there to be done now? The Monsignor was old and frail, dementia claiming his mind little by little, and Mildred Gunning? Well, she was in no better state. George Gunning was long gone and Sarah was a grown woman, who grew up in a happy family with a loving mother and father, blissfully oblivious she was the illegitimate child of their local priest.

However, it was different now. God, Bev wished she hadn’t forgotten her bag in the morning. Suspecting something fishy is going on is better than actually knowing it - makes it easier to ignore. But now she knew. She knew Father Paul, a priest who was supposed to be Crockett Island’s spiritual leader, image of morality and virtue, was fornicating with a heathen, a faithless woman, who like a succubus seduced the holy man to sin.

Bev was already forming a plan in her head, a plan to inform the dioceses about the blasphemy happening right there in God’s house, if not to outright get the priest excommunicated, to at least stop this illicit affair. But then she heard a sound behind her, a girl’s high-pitched laughter. She turned around.

What she saw made her stop. It was Leeza Scarborough, laughing and squealing as she drove circles around Warren Flynn on his own bicycle. The youngest Flynn was looking at her fondly, his gaze filled with pride: “I told you you could do it!” Oh… Leeza regained the feeling in her legs during one of Father Paul’s sermons. Since then, she came out of her shell so much, yet she still remained a good, devoted Christian, never missing a single daily mass. She was smiling and laughing more, but still she prayed harder than anyone else. She even found it in her heart to forgive Joe Collie, the man who crippled her in the first place! Beverly would never!

Speaking of Joe Collie, Bev only now realised she was standing a short distance away from the general store, where said man was currently chatting up their Muslim sheriff. After Leeza forgave the town drunk, he… he actually stopped drinking. He began attending the AA sessions Father Paul started, along with Riley Flynn, and while Bev was sure he was bound to relapse, to her utmost surprise he actually stayed sober since then. He looked a little different, his clothes were cleaner, his hair and beard neater. He even started working again, on one of the fishing boats. He looked like he dropped a few pounds too. The biggest change was his face. He too was smiling more.

Bev bit her lip, deep in thought, reminiscing of the past year. Since Father Paul came to the Island, there was a change in atmosphere. After Leeza’s recovery, it was like a religious renaissance had happened. The church was usually nearly full on Sundays and more people started attending daily mass as well, Bev had to start ordering more than double the usual amount of communion wine and hosts, and even had to get some low-gluten wafers after several inquiries. Some of the people who moved away after the spill actually came back to their old homes, because the fishermen began returning from the sea with full nets of fish and crabs, just like they used to many years ago. The community was blooming.

The teacher looked around. In the gazebo of Crockett Island’s little park sat Riley Flynn with Erin Greene and her daughter… Their daughter, essentially. The child wasn’t Riley’s, yet he treated her as his own, loved her as his own blood. He moved into the Greene home and Annie even mentioned once that Erin was in the middle of divorcing her ‘nasty work of a husband’ so she could marry Riley instead, so they could become a proper family once and for all. The little girl, whom Riley Flynn was currently bouncing on his knee, had two godparents, and since only one of them had to be a practising catholic, it was Ed Flynn and the other was nobody else than (F/N)(L/N).

(F/N) had also started to help out in the school, taking upon herself some of Erin’s classes so the woman could focus on her little girl. The children actually really liked her. Bev would often hear laughter from the other classroom and most of the kids left it with a smile on their faces. When she wasn’t helping Erin, she was usually helping someone else, assisting Sturge in some maintenance work, helping Annie with inventory in the general store, even joining the Flynn men for a few fishing trips! Bev saw her once at the docks, and had to admit the young woman looked quite the natural in her work clothes.

Her previously malevolent intentions turned into conflicting thoughts. Beverly had to sit down. In a much slower pace, she finally walked home. Bev’s home wasn’t exactly filled with many decorations or personal effects. There were a few photos here and there, of her parents and her, when she was a little girl. There was a photo with Monsignor Pruitt, where she was bracing him by the arm, smiling into the camera. The older priest had his hand gently placed against hers, a kind smile on his own face. Bev rather missed the old man.

Despite the fact that the Monsignor too succumbed to the temptation of flesh, he never stopped being a good priest. And a good man. He never once refused to offer a helping hand, he was always ready to be of support. He was a rock for Beverly when she lost her parents, much too early. She could rely on him when she was all alone, when she had nobody else. Maybe that’s what really drove her to church so much… Most things in her house were of religious theme, verses were framed on her walls, there were crucifixes placed throughout the entire home, Bev only had records of gospel music laid by the old record player which belonged to her mother.

Beverly sat down in her armchair, the room so quiet  one could hear a pin drop. The truth was that Father Paul, despite his immoral indulgence in carnal desires, was still a good priest. He took care of his parish, took care of his flock. Always ready to help and provide support… just like the Monsignor.

And (F/N)? Beverly scoffed unhappily. As much as she wasn’t fond of the girl and the fact she seduced a holy man, she had to admit that (F/N) was… a part of Crockett Island now. She came when everyone else left, this was her home, and the people accepted her as their own. She was popular. Beverly was not, she was aware of that. She knew that most people only tolerated her because she played such a big part in the church, and because she taught their children. She didn’t have friends, or a family, but she had this. And that was good enough for her.

However, if she were to… if she were to report Father Paul Hill to the dioceses, if she managed to actually get him out of Crockett Island… She probably wouldn’t be tolerated anymore… No, Beverly would be hated . There was a big possibility the people would be more willing to accept an uncelibate priest whom they adored, rather than have this beloved priest taken away. And God knows who’d take his place then? If it came down to taking sides, Bev had no qualms that people would actually take hers and not Father Paul’s. She’d then drop lower than Joe Collie, who was slowly but surely gaining more sympathy ever since he became sober. She’d be the town pariah. Not Joe, not Riley, but Beverly .

She put her face into her hands. Was she going to actually ignore this? Was she really just going to let them continue committing sins? Then again… everyone sinned, didn’t they? To sin was human after all, and the heavenly father forgives all those who try to make amends. And Father Paul and (F/N)(L/N)... they made amends constantly by all the work they put into this small community… The teacher sighed deeply. She supposed she could try to just … ignore it. She didn’t agree with what they were doing, but she could ignore it, for the sake of everyone else… Speaking of everyone else, Beverly wondered who else knew of this little affair. Erin Greene? Possibly, her and (F/N) were joined at the hip. And if Erin knew, then Riley Flynn maybe knew as well. Who else?

It was decided then. Bev looked up and released another deep sigh. In a way, she felt… lighter? Calmer? What was with this feeling of acceptance? She should still be angry, she should be hating every moment she allows this to continue, but she just wasn’t. In a way, she was… content. It was better for Crockett Island if Father Paul stayed, and, well, Bev reluctantly supposed it was better if (F/N) stayed too. She didn’t even realise the corners of her lips were turning up slightly. Sighing for the last time, she got up from her chair and walked to the record player. Maybe there were still some of her mother's old records somewhere, Bev thought, maybe she could use some non-gospel music for a little change.

—

Any day now, you and Paul expected some nasty letter from the dioceses, or maybe a surprise visit from the bishop. Or a phone call, inquiring whether it was true that the priest was in a forbidden affair with a woman.. But nothing happened. You haven’t really discussed what would happen to your relationship, because the thought was too terrifying, but you became so much more careful about it. You didn’t dare to touch one another unless you were in the rectory or your house, doors locked and curtains closed. You wouldn’t hold each other’s hand during walks, you didn’t feel safe expressing any physical affection even in front of the friends who knew of your relationship.

It sucked, not being able to snuggle up to the priest when you were outside in the woods, definitely alone, but unwilling to take any risks. You missed his warmth, the smell of him when he held you close, you missed the stolen kisses. You wouldn't even go to the Uppards, even though you’d never be caught there, especially by Beverly. It sucked.

On the other hand, you learned how to show affection in public through other ways. Like a deep look into each other’s eyes and a single slow blink - like a quick peck on the lips. A smile and head slightly cocked to the side - an ‘I love you’. It wasn’t the real thing, but it was lovely nonetheless. A week passed, then two and… nothing. No letters, no phone calls, no visits. In fact, it was very quiet. The priest served his homilies as usual, Bev helped him as she always did. She talked to him and treated him the same as ever, as if she never caught the two of you, as if it had all been a bad dream.

Yet, the two of you remained cautious, always checking over your shoulder. By the third week, you were going mad. As you lay in your bed, mind for once calm and quiet after a tender lovemaking, with Paul drawing little patterns on your bare back with his fingertips, you suddenly spoke: “We should talk to her.” “Hm?” asked Paul, and turned his head a little to look at you. “To Bev,” you clarified. Paul sighed and closed his arms around you. “Why?” he asked finally. You adjusted yourself in his hold and rested your chin on his collarbone to look into his eyes: “Well, it’s been a while. If she told someone, the dioceses… they would’ve been here by now, wouldn’t they? Or call, at least? She’d be smug about it, I think. But she’s, you know… normal. Well Bev-normal anyway.”

Paul nodded and closed his eyes. “Hm… That’s going to be very uncomfortable,” he said at last. You pulled yourself up to press a kiss against his perfect mouth, making him smile softly. “Yeah… but we’ll face it together.”

—

It was… very very awkward. You were sitting on the uncomfortable metal chairs in the recreation centre, you and Paul next to each other, Beverly Keane opposite of you. You were so nervous. The priest grabbed your hand, which was gripping your knee painfully, in silent support. Bev frowned for a bit, but didn’t say anything. You took a deep breath, it was now or never. “Miss Keane, we wanted to talk to you about what you saw in Saint Patrick’s some time ago. There’s no point in lying. What you saw was exactly what it looked like, Father Paul and I, we… we’re lovers. And have for a long time.” Paul nodded next to you and squeezed your hand tighter.

Beverly nodded as well: “I’ve gathered as much. Why are we here?” You swallowed in nervousness and took a breath to answer, but Paul beat you to it: “You are a very devout woman, Beverly. I am breaking my vows. Yet, you still… help me in church, you treat the two of us the same… You didn’t tell anyone?” Bev’s eyes were piercing, you felt quite tiny under her scrutinising gaze. Finally, she looked down at her hands which were neatly folded in her lap: “No, I didn’t… Not really for your sake, though. I don’t approve of this. I didn’t tell anyone because… Crockett Island relies on you, Father. And, to a certain amount, on you as well (F/N)(L/N). I will keep quiet about this… However, you must know that if I… caught you, someone else will too, eventually. So you may, at the very least, attempt to be… decent.”

You bit your lip. Bev was right, it was only a matter of time before the relationship would be found out. But then again, you didn’t think there were that many people left to find out. Over the months, you received more and more knowing looks, from both friends and acquaintances. One time a woman named Betty, who ran the island’s teeny-tiny beauty salon and attended Sunday masses pulled you aside to tell you what a lucky woman you were, having a good looking man like that. In fact, the only person you were seriously hiding your love from was currently promising she’ll keep her mouth shut about it. It was nearly surreal.

After some more awkward and uncomfortable talking, during which you revealed to Beverly that your relationship began after the Easter vigil (by which she was surprised, since she suspected something was going on much earlier), you parted ways in a rather civil manner. As you left the rec centre, Paul took your hand in his right away, leading you to the woods for a stroll. You smiled and leaned into him, thankful to feel his warmth again.

Over the following weeks, you settled back into your routine, except you were way more relaxed. Someone saw you holding hands, or sharing an embrace and a kiss from time to time, but they never once commented on it. Well, most of the time. One time you pressed a kiss to Paul’s cheek when you thought you were alone, in front of the general store, just to hear a wolf-whistle behind you. “Knew it,” came Joe Collie’s voice, as he left the shop and walked away jovially, Pike following behind him with a wagging tail. “He didn’t know shit,” said sheriff Hassan, leaning against the doorframe, “I knew, though.” You stuck your tongue out at him, making Paul chuckle.

—

Hard to believe it had been a year already, you thought as you stood by the gazebo, a sooty cross drawn on your forehead. There were more people attending the Crock Pot Luck this year, as the town’s population grew slightly. You observed them fondly, feeling at peace. Feeling utterly home. One year ago exactly, you were sitting at one of the tables, sipping wine and chatting with Father Paul. Back then, you only ever allowed yourself to think of him in secret, today he lived in your mind rent-free and you were far from being mad about it.

Speaking of Father Paul, a pair of long arms wrapped themselves around your waist from behind and soft lips brushed against the back of your neck. You smiled and put your hands over his. He came around, keeping one arm around you and pulled you close for a real kiss. And what a kiss it was, sweet and passionate at the same time, and it filled your heart with utmost joy. When you pulled back, you noticed a number of people looking at the two of you. Some of them had a knowing expression and a smile on their faces, some were wide eyed, but said nothing. Others simply returned to minding their own business. Bev Keane was one of the latter. You smiled at your lover and he mirrored you.

“No more hiding, huh? You asked quietly. His smile grew: “No more hiding.” You stroked his smooth cheek. “The secrecy was kind of thrilling though,” you teased. The priest chuckled, “we can do a little bit of hiding, as a treat,” he promised. You giggled airily and pressed one more kiss to his lips before grabbing his hand and leading him to one of the tables.

No more hiding.

Hello again! Hope it wasn’t that horrible lol. You can check out this story and the entire series on AO3. Thank you for being patient with me <3 

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This is me trying to avoid the slaughterhouse for what I'm about to suggest (there's a good chance I'll get cooked alive anyway).

I'm not sure where you stand with Penny and Ruby's relationship, but I wanted to get your opinion on my interpretation (sorry to put you on the spot).

I interpreted Penny as the little sister Ruby never had. I think that CRWBY wanted to put Ruby in Yang's shoes during the Atlas Arc, since that was the main internal conflict within team RWBY.

Yang spent her childhood trying to protect and raise Ruby. She tried so hard to be the best big sister she could be so Ruby wouldn't ever have to suffer the same pain she felt... the pain she felt twice, with Summer disappearing and learning that Raven abandoned her. She gave up everything for her.

I saw Ruby as stepping into that role for Penny. There was that parallel, about friends. Ruby asking if Penny made any other friends, compared to when Yang asked Ruby to make some friends at Beacon.

Ruby always trying to comfort and protect Penny, even at the cost of her own safety (yes, any friend would do this, too).

I don't know, that's just how I saw it. The Atlas Arc very much was about changing perspectives, with them also being put into Oz's shoes after he left, needing to make the hard choices, prioritizing what to tell and what not to tell.

I thought since Yang and Ruby's rift was most prominent during that arc, that she was also being put into Yang's shoes with Penny. Just like Yang was put into Ruby's shoes and taking charge of her own team.

(That being said, I do see the appeal of a romantic relationship, but I was much more interested in the Potential of it, the symbolism and parallels, rather than it actually being canon.

Another statement that might get me slaughtered is that I wouldn't have liked if it became canon while Penny was alive because it felt like Penny contributed to the weight on Ruby's shoulders. She was extremely codependent on others (TOTALLY UNDERSTANDABLE and just like Ruby was with Yang at the start at Beacon) and if I was to like the ship in canon, then Penny would have had to stay alive and go to Vacuo while RWBY fell (guess Jaune wouldn't have a reason to fall anymore), and learn how to be independent.

Even then, I'd feel horrible for Penny because she hated being the Winter Maiden, and if she survived, she would no longer just be protecting Mantle and Atlas, she'd be protecting the entire world. Though... she wouldn't be doing it alone anymore. She'd have the rest of the world to back her up.

I dunno, sorry for the ramble, and sorry if you are offended (I get it, homophobes like to use the "they're just sisters argument with a lot of wlw ships, but I promise there's no malicious intent behind my interpretation. Plus, I just recently discovered and am exploring my own sapphic identity).

But yeah. I hope they don't come for me for this. I decided I'd rather talk with someone about it rather than post it as a statement. It feels like it'll come off differently as a civil conversation.

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Hi!

Don't worry, it is fine for me to discuss anything, as long as people are polite!

So, this is a very interesting take and I agree on many things, while I interpret others differently. If you are interested, you find my 2 cents below.

PREMISE

So, let's make it clear where I stand on ships. I am not a multi-shipper, so I am really not that passionate about ships unless they are canon or I think they are becoming canon by the end (obviously I may always be wrong in this second case). When it comes to Ruby, I think Rosegarden is gonna be endgame, so I am mostly focused on this ship.

That said, I think that so far Ruby has shown no romantic interest in anybody:

Ozpin: Not enjoying yourself? Ruby: Oh, no, everything's fine! I'm just not much of a fancy pantsy… dancey girl. Ozpin: Well, you can't spend your whole life on the battlefield, even if you may want to. Ruby: Yeah, that lesson's been floating around a lot lately. Ozpin: If you think about it, fighting and dancing aren't so different. Two partners interlocked, although one wrong move on the ballroom merely leads to a swollen foot. Ruby: Or a twisted ankle.

In Atlas, she is uninterested in Renora's romantic conflict. In volume 9, she is the only one who doesn't get Weiss's crush on the Rusted Knight and Bumbleby's developing attraction. Basically, Ruby's focus is really not on romance and that is (imo) for 2 reasons:

She is focused on the mission and the macrochosm, rather than on her personal life

She is in a different development stage when compared to the others. In short, she is younger

Obviously, younger people fall in love too (I mean, puppy love is a thing) and everyone develops romantic feelings (if they even do) at different ages. However, RWBY is a story which makes use of metaphors and archetypes to describe the characters' inner journeys. This happens with Ruby, as well.

In particular, volume 9 has Ruby going from childhood:

To adolescence:

Little becomes Somewhat. Ruby becomes Someone. Neither Somewhat nor Ruby have figured themselves out. Still, they have grown and stepped into a new phase of their lives.

Well, I think that after this inner transformation Ruby will be more open to romantic relationships. In short, I think the Vacuo arc will focus on Ruby and Oscar's bond, which will grow to be romantic on both sides.

So, where does it leave Penny? I think Ruby and Penny's dynamic can be read in 2 ways:

A platonic friendship (my preference)

A bond, which could have developed into a romantic relationship with time once both Penny and Ruby grow

Ironically, I think the platonic interpretation is deeper and is better to explore Ruby and Penny's dynamic in canon. That said, there is nothing wrong about headcanoning a romantic attraction in a what if scenario.

In any case, it doesn't really matter because Penny is dead and personally I don't think she is coming back. Of course, there are people who feel differently and that is alright. I simply want to make clear the frame I am using.

That said, I don't think it is coincidental that so many people ship Penny and Ruby together. As a matter of fact Penny and Ruby's bond is very important and will be important for Ruby and Oscar's story, as well. After all, Penny and Oscar have been set up as foils since the very beginning:

Ruby: But at this pace, you'll be combat ready in no time! Suddenly, Ruby frowns upon mentioning her last phrase. Oscar notices this and tries to ask a question before Ruby interrupts him. Oscar: Uh…

In the dojo scene, Ruby unconsciously compares Oscar and Penny. This is also the first time Ruby indirectly brings up her friend before meeting her again in Atlas. In short, Oscar and Penny are linked when it comes to their arcs and what they mean to Ruby. So, Ruby's feelings over Penny's death are gonna be important for her dynamic with Oscar (and many other things, of course). Let's now focus on what Penny represents for Ruby.

PENNY AS RUBY'S INNER CHILD

I interpreted Penny as the little sister Ruby never had. I think that CRWBY wanted to put Ruby in Yang's shoes during the Atlas Arc, since that was the main internal conflict within team RWBY.

I like this take. I think it is interesting how you parallel Ruby and Yang's journeys in Atlas. Ruby becoming a big sister to Penny and Yang acting as a leader of her own faction.

That said, I think Penny's role in Ruby's arc is wider and it doesn't start in Atlas. Since the beginning, Penny represents Ruby's inner child:

A person's supposed original or true self and the part of the personality that still reacts and feels like a child.

Penny arrives at Beacon and is immediately presented as a Ruby up to eleven:

Penny: Sen-sational! We can paint our nails, and try on clothes, and talk about cute boys! Ruby: Oh, is this what it was like when you met me?

Just like Ruby, her initial objective is to make friends. Just like Ruby, she is sweet, innocent, hopeful and can wield lethal weapons:

Ruby grows close to Penny because of these similarities. At the same time, Ruby is immediately not only supportive of Penny:

Ruby: You're not like those things we saw back there. You've got a heart, and a soul; I can feel it!

But also protective in a way, which is uncharacteristically strong:

Penny: Ruby, are these people your friends? Ruby: Penny, get back! AAAAAH! Ruby: Penny, wait! Stop! Penny: Don't worry, Ruby. I'm combat ready!

Finally, Penny's death is what breaks the peace and happiness of Ruby's school days:

The fall of Beacon starts with Penny's dismemberment. That is the moment Ruby's world breaks and she crashes down in shock. However, she is fast to get back on her feet and immediately uses Penny's sword to fight a Nevermore:

The metaphor is clear. The Nevermore embodies grief (see Poe's The Raven) and Ruby deals with it with her inner faith, which is represented by Penny's sword.

Atlas is just the repetition of this story. Penny arrives like a ray of hope in the grim situation the heroes are. They have just discovered Salem can't be killed and Ozpin has left them. Still, a lost friend appears out of nowhere and brings new happiness to the characters:

Penny: It'll be just like Beacon again!

Thanks to Penny, Ruby is able to go back to her happy place. She is back at Beacon with her friends all working hard to become extraordinary Huntresses and Huntsmen. Sure, some things have changed, but Ruby can find solace in the things that haven't. This is why Ruby's line to Pietro is so telling:

Ruby: Even if the worst does happen, you can always reactivate her again, so maybe try not to worry so much.

Pietro is worried about Penny's well being and Ruby tells him not to because if push comes to shove Pietro can just revive Penny again. Ruby clearly sees Penny as an ideal existence that can defeat death. However, Pietro is quick to shoot down this belief. This is foreshadowing for Penny's eventual death and how Ruby will have to accept it. Penny's second death brings out all the negative feelings Ruby has been repressing:

The scenario is the same of the one at Beacon, but this time Ruby can't stand up and struggles to find Penny's sword again:

Jinxy: Enough hope to fill this jar.

She has not enough hope to wield her inner blade anymore.

It is deep down still there:

Ruby: I… I thought this was lost forever. How’d you have it? Blacksmith: Nothing. No one is ever truly lost.

However, Ruby can't see it.

In other words, Penny is symbolically linked to Ruby's hope. She is the embodyment of the inner child that shines within Ruby and brings light to others. Still, Ruby is growing up. The coping mechanisms that worked as a child are starting to lose their grip on her.

It is not by chance that in Atlas Ruby struggles to use her silver eyes. She finds an inner equilibrium in volume 6, but Salem's words in volume 7 are all it takes to throw Ruby off:

After that, Ruby manages to sucessfully use her eyes only when Penny is in danger:

So, symbolically Penny is the one keeping Ruby together. This is why she is undone the moment Penny dies. Penny's death marks the end of Ruby's childhood.

Volume 9 is really Ruby grieving her child self in Penny. This is made clear by Little, who is Ruby's innocent self and shares many similarities with Penny. They love hugs and friends and Ruby. They are hopeful and want to grow up and help others. They are both Ruby and Penny in a nutshell.

So, Ruby's final goodbye to Somewhat is really Ruby saying goodbye both to her child self and to Penny:

Ruby: Well, uh… To me, you seem like a friend. Blake: A guide. Weiss: A protector. Yang: A…dorable. Ruby: Do any of those sound close? Somewhat: Hmmm. Somewhat. Yeah. Somewhat. I’m not any one thing, I’m somewhat of a lot of things! Ruby: It is a true pleasure to meet you, Somewhat. Somewhat: It will be my honor to serve you. Ruby: You’ve already done more for us than you know. Somewhat: You do feel… familiar. Like a happy dream I can’t remember.

She is moving on towards adulthood and self-actualization. She is working through her grief for her friend's loss.

Of course, this process has just begun:

What survives After all the dust has gone? Were you there till the end (the end)? Were you at least called a friend?

My wish came true That day that you appeared And called me friend

Penny is absent from Ruby's final confrontation with the Blacksmith (my main complaint about volume 9 ending). Still, this is clearly because Ruby is going to symbolically face her later on.

It is the same with Jaune and Pyrrha:

No more Sudden movements Please So tired, I'm sleepless And haunted by you Falling Forever Was I always just A man out of time

Both fallen maidens indirectly appear in the climax of the volume, but neither is properly addressed. They will be in Vacuo. They must be because both Jaune and Ruby are still hung up on them.

RUBY IDEALIZES PENNY

Neo-Penny: Just like you were too late to save me at the Vytal Festival… I died in Atlas too, didn’t I? Can you imagine what that's like? To be completely and utterly failed… time and again… by someone who meant the world to you…

This is the Penny Ruby sees in her head. This is in no way the real Penny. In her final moments, Penny is not looking for someone to save her, but rather she is searching for ways to save others.

In short, Ruby idealizes Penny to an extent. She sees her as someone innocent and pure to protect, but Penny is much more. Penny is her own person and her arc is about reaching self-actualization. She isn't the Pinocchio who is created by the Blue Fairy. Rather, she is the Pinocchio who creates the Blue Fairy:

All of this to say, I disagree with this take:

She was extremely codependent on others (TOTALLY UNDERSTANDABLE and just like Ruby was with Yang at the start at Beacon) and if I was to like the ship in canon, then Penny would have had to stay alive and go to Vacuo while RWBY fell (guess Jaune wouldn't have a reason to fall anymore), and learn how to be independent.

Or to better say, I see things a little bit differently. It is true that Ruby and Penny's dynamic is one where Ruby is mostly the one supporting and Penny is the one supported. It is also true that Penny is unsure about herself because of how her life has been controlled by others. Still, the way this dynamic works is also because Ruby keeps on projecting on Penny a very frail and vulnerable part of herself.

I actually think your parallelism with Yang and Ruby's dynamic is pretty poignant. Yes, Ruby is initially dependent on Yang. Still, Yang too is clearly projecting on Ruby her guilt and belief that love is conditional. This is why Yang should let go of Ruby:

This doesn't mean for Yang to stop caring for Ruby. However, it is not Yang's fault Ruby drinks the tree tea. Similarly, it is not Yang the one who can save Ruby or decide who Ruby is gonna be. Only Ruby can do that. That is because Ruby is her own person outside of Yang.

The same goes for Ruby and Penny. Ruby is a wonderful friend to Penny. Still, it is not her fault Penny dies at Beacon and at Atlas. Finally, Penny has in herself the strength to grow up and become her own person. Something she does before dying.

If Nuts And Dolts were written to become canon, Penny should grow more self-assured, so that she could be there for Ruby. At the same time, Ruby should stop projecting her inner child on Penny.

THE CONFLICT THAT WASN'T THERE

I would like to highlight that volume 7 offers the perfect chance to change Ruby and Penny's dynamic.

As we know, Ruby's main internal conflict there is if to tell or not Ironwood about Salem's immortality. Well, if Penny were to have an arc intertwined with Ruby, so that they could grow together and end up as a couple, this conflict needed to be addressed between them.

After all, Ruby doesn't tell Penny about Salem. At least, we have no reason to think otherwise. Penny is close to Ironwood and Winter and trusts easily. So, it is to be expected that if she knew, she would insist to tell the Atlas higher ups. So, not only is Ruby hiding info from Ironwood, but also from her friend. She obviously does so not to put Penny in a thight spot.

However, if Penny were written to grow into Ruby's partner, I think she should have entered a minor conflict with Ruby over this. In volume 8, Ruby not telling her should have been mentioned and Penny should have called Ruby out. She should have demanded Ruby to trust her more.

So, why doesn't this happen? Simply because imo Penny and Ruby are not written to be endgame. Moreover, the ones who enter a conflict with Ruby over this are Yang and Oscar. In particular, Oscar gets the part of the conflict, which could have easily been Penny's. He is the one who grows the closest to Ironwood. He is the one General objectifies. He is the one who eventually reveals the truth. He is the one who faces Ironwood in a last desperate attempt to get through to him.

Obviously, there could have been many other ways to write Penny and Ruby as a ship. Still, Penny is right now dead and her arc is done. In general, Penny and Ruby's arcs are not even that intertwined structurally:

Penny's arc is about reaching personhood through making difficult and tragic choices. She explores the theme of humanity, duty vs want and faith. Finally, her destiny in the sense of final goal is linked to "friendship". Her final choice is to say goodbye to Winter and to solve their conflict. She also chooses her friends over her duties as a Maiden. The character at the centre of her arc is Winter and not Ruby.

Ruby's arc is about overcoming Summer's death. She is a wide-eyed child, who is confronted with the darkness of the world and has to resist it. She must keep her idealism in the face of the worst happening. The characters at the centre of her arc are honestly Summer and Cinder so far. Still, I think Oscar will be key, as well. I mean:

Foreshadowing is foreshadowing.

That said, Penny and Ruby are incredibly important for each other. They are linked to each other's best parts. Ruby is the first to recognize Penny's humanity. She is Penny's guide and inspiration to grow up. Penny reminds Ruby of her most innocent and hopeful side. She is an even more simple soul than Ruby herself.

So, I personally don't ship them, but I can understand why people are passionate about their relationship. As for me, I am more interested in their individual arcs and what they have to say. Thank you for the ask!

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Keeping an ear out for the High One (and other deities’) advice: a crash course!

Oðinn is known for his wisdom and knowledge, and often manifests himself in the form of omens. However, he is also famously deceiving: he will send you puzzle pieces and watch you try to put them together. His advice comes in handy in numerous predicaments, but it requires some sorting out. Understanding the High One’s messages often comes at a price, and I believe he will send you trials and setbacks if the lesson doesn’t sink in. Not because he is malevolent! In my opinion, he puts obstacles on our way so that we can learn by ourselves, just like he has. In order to help you guys figure out Oðinn’s messages, I’ve boiled down the basics to three major habits which I myself seek to develop. These apply to a lot of other deities, but I’ve chosen to illustrate them using Oðinn as an example because his messages are famously hard to decrypt! Now, everything in this post was written according to my personal beliefs and experiences with Oðinn and the Gods. The advice I give is that of a very humble polytheist, and in no way does it represent the absolute truth. Take away from it what you will, because I don’t claim to know the Gods more than any other.

Observation

Or catching any potential message

Learn about omens! I’m serious. Especially those that relate to the High One’s symbols, such as birds (crows, ravens) or wolves. If he talked to us directly, I believe he would encourage us to observe everything that surrounds us and to study it to the best of our capacities. May I add,

“The knowing guest who goes to the feast, in silent attention sits; With his ears he hears, with his eyes he watches, thus wary are wise men all.” Hávamál, stanza 7

Which is why I suggest to look at things: not only see them, but truly look at them. Observe the clouds’ movements, the grass under your feet and the feeling of the wind. Notice how people behave and try to guess why they behave so! Tune your ear in to sounds you’d never paid attention to before. Truly listen when people talk to you for sometimes, the High One will speak using their voices. Such exercises will accustom you to catch everything that goes on around you. Eventually, you will start to notice when something feels different, and identifying actual divine advice will become easier.

Discernment

Or identifying messages

I’ll go broader than just Oðinn for this step because I believe it applies to most deities. Now in my experience, divine advice often feels like its divine. You will know it in your bones. Physically, you may experience a chill or goosebumps. Time may feel like it stopped for half a second, just long enough for the actual message to sink it once you realize it is there. You might find yourself unconsciously mulling over whatever it is you have seen for the minutes or hours that follow. Yet as you’ve probably heard before, not everything is a divine sign. I think skepticism is a vital part of spirituality. People will see a bug outside and go ‘Loki’s telling me I should find work!’ or they’ll drive past a cat cafe and think ‘this is Freyja’s way of telling me I should break up with my boyfriend’. Now, I’m not saying we should constantly brush off signs as fake. My own way of looking at it is, does it really matter if they are? It isn’t necessary to try and interpret every possible sign. If a certain event reminded you of a deity and you think they might have sent you that message, then good! And if you’ve learned a valuable lesson thanks to it, then even better! Believing you’ve received a message from one of your deities, even if you’re not 100% certain of it, is harmless and even healthy. So long as you don’t take every potential message at face value. Same goes for the High One.

Application

Or interpreting the message

Time to reflect on the sign you’ve experienced! What lesson could you possibly learn from the event/the omen? If a particular message seems to arise, how can it be applied to your personal situation? Let me give an example. You’ve mysteriously lost your keys and are forced to go to your neighbor for help. They warmly invite you in their home, make you some tea and turn out a lot more pleasant than you thought they were. Thanks to this unexpected event, you could become more aware of the people around you, choose to commit yourself to your community, or simply try to not judge people with a single glance. Your eyes are drawn to a crow while you’re walking home from work, and you notice it take flight towards the sunset. The image feels strangely warm and comforting? This might be Oðinn’s way to make you notice the world around you, to tell you to breathe and enjoy a moment of tranquility. My personal opinion is that wether these were divine signs or not doesn’t matter, and there is no point trying to prove that they are either. If you learned something from them, them you can very well choose to believe they were sent by a deity because they just might be!

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#the way he approaches her like a cat playing with a mouse like damn elvis this man is so funny and charismatic &lt;3

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#5

To those still in the Elvis fandom and will stay permanently like me, I see y’all and I love y’all 💗😩

413 notes - Posted October 27, 2022

#4

Blue Jumpsuit

Pairing: Elvis x Fem!Reader (can also be Austin!Elvis)

Rating: 18+ (Yo minors, don’t let me catch you snooping)

Summary: You attend Elvis’s show and get handsy when you see him in his blue jumpsuit.

So this is my first time writing a fanfic ever…this is based off of this picture above of Elvis and I just had to write something, especially after @ash-omalley asked me to! I hope you like it girly! I’m open to criticism as well because I’m new to the fanfic writing. But I’m excited of what y’all think. I apologize in advance if there’s errors, I was nervous writing this and may have overlooked mistakes! I’ll get better though!

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It wasn’t often that you would accompany Elvis to his shows. Your schedule usually conflicted with his as you had your own success that you were chasing after. However, tonight you were free to watch him do what he loved. Elvis was glad that you were going to be in attendance, so much that he made sure that you had the best view. You weren’t exactly sure what to expect because it had been so long since you saw Elvis perform. You would like to believe that Elvis knew that as well as your eyes nearly popped out of your head when you saw him walk on the stage in a blue jumpsuit.

His chest was out, revealing the black hair that had graciously adorned his chest along with a necklace that sat in the midst. You could truly say that you were not expecting him to look as good as he did. As the show continued on, your eyes did not leave the blue jumpsuit that fit perfectly on his body as he moved his hips and danced around the stage. Your ears tuned out the screams from the fans as your eyes followed Elvis around the stage. He noticed you staring at one point and gave you his trademarked smirk and a wink before continuing on with singing.

The show was finally ending and one of his bodyguards escorted you backstage before you could get lost in the crowd of fans. As you sat in Elvis’s dressing room, you could only think about how he moved around in the blue jumpsuit and how you were itching to remove it from his body. You were taken out of your thoughts by the door opening and your eyes moved up to where Elvis was walking into the room with a smile on his face. He was wiping the sweat off of his face and neck with a towel, his raven hair stuck on his forehead. His blue eyes catching yours, he walked further into the room, his smile reaching his eyes. “You enjoy the show, mama?” His southern drawl sent tingles down your spine as your eyes raked over his body. Before your brain could catch up with your mouth, you mustered up a “yes”.

Elvis found this amusing, his brow arched as he moved over closer to you. You immediately stood on your feet in front of him, your fingertips running up the front of the blue jumpsuit. Elvis chuckled under his breath, watching you intently as you felt up his chest. Your eyes found their way to his as your hands mindlessly moved along his chest and the necklace that sat in the middle. You weren’t sure if you were turned on because of the way that he moved on stage or because of the blue jumpsuit. As your hands moved up towards his shoulders, your fingertips gripped the material of the jumpsuit, pushing the material off of his shoulders.

“You must’ve enjoyed the show, baby. You seem eager for me tonight.”

You couldn’t form a rebuttal as your eyes continued to take in his upper body as the jumpsuit slid off of his shoulders. You had to refrain yourself from running your fingertips over his shoulders. As the blue jumpsuit sat on his hips now, your lip sat in between your teeth, giving the silent permission that you wanted Elvis then and there in that dressing room. You did not have to ask him again before Elvis pushed you against the wall, pressing his lips against yours hungrily. Your hands were still mindlessly roaming his chest, gripping on the necklace in between your fingers.

You pulled back from the kiss, still moving your hands up his chest. Elvis pushed out a low growl, moving his hands up your dress, pushing it up in the process. You were so caught up in the heat of the moment that you did not realize that Elvis had completely taken the blue jumpsuit off. “Please…” you whined. “Please what mama? Use your words.” His voice had gotten deeper with need as he stared into your eyes. “Please touch me, Elvis.” You begged. He smirked as he pulled your panties down and threw them where his jumpsuit now lay. His fingers immediately rubbed a circle on your cunt, feeling how wet you were.

“You’re wet already baby and I ain’t even done nothin’.” He chuckled before pushing his finger inside of you. You gasped at the intrusion, arching your back off of the wall. His finger curled up inside of you as he fingered you in a come here motion. Your hands gripped his shoulders as you moaned loudly. He added another finger, continuing with the same motion before he removed them from you. Your eyes opened, watching as he licked your essence off of his fingers. Elvis pressed his lips on yours again, pushing his tongue into your mouth, tasting yourself on his taste buds. His lips moved from your lips down to your neck as he sunk down to his knees in front of you.

“I hope you are ready, baby. You ain’t leavin’ without me making you cum on my cock.” He smirked.

You watched him with needy eyes as he licked a stripe up your cunt. A moan escaping your lips as your hands found their way into his raven locks. He took his time as his tongue moved around your lips, lapping up as much as he could take. You pulled at his hair, pushing him closer to your cunt wanting more that he was willing to give. You enjoyed it so much that you were upset when he pulled away before the coil in your stomach could snap. You whined impatiently, needing relief from the heat that was forming in your lower stomach. Elvis stood up and tapped your leg, motioning for you to jump into his arms.

He pushed you back against the wall as he pressed his lips to you again, entering you at the same time. You gasped as he slowly pushed his length into you, filling you to the brim. He moved slowly, wanting you to feel comfortable before he continued on. His lips kissed your neck, your shoulder blade, and collarbone as he continued pushing into you. “Faster, E..” You whimpered out, holding on to him. He moved his hips faster, grunting as you squeezed around his cock. “Goddamn, Y/N, you feel so good every time.” He growled out as his hips continued pounding into you. You were unable to reply however, the blood rushing in your ears as you bounced against his hips.

“Elvis, I’m close baby..” You moaned as you held on to his shoulders, your legs wrapped around him tightly as he continued the assault to your cunt. “Let go, mama. I’m right there with you.” He moaned out as you squeezed around him, your orgasm crashing over you so hard that you nearly passed out in his arms. He pumped into you a few more times before he came inside of you. You both held each other for what seemed like forever, recovering from the amazing sex that stemmed from that blue jumpsuit.

414 notes - Posted September 18, 2022

#3

No Longer The Housewife

Pairing: Elvis Presley x f!reader, Austin!Elvis x f!reader

Word Count: 6000

Summary: You arrived in Vegas to sleep with another man after enduring an unhappy marriage. You didn’t realize that the man that you would encounter would bring out your long missed youth. 

Warning(s): Angst, Infidelity, Fluff, SMUT (in this part, there’s spitting, choking, degradation, edging, and overstimulation), Different Types of Kinks (and I mean that wholeheartedly), The Vegas Era

A/N: I’m sorry for the stupid summary, I’m not good at summarizing my stories yet. However, it is finally here. This fic will be three parts, so it is a short series because I love to torture myself. I also did not add any adjectives, so the reader could be any ethnicity, so to my fellow sistas, have fun! This fic is based off of this song, so I recommend you listen to it before or while you are reading it ;)

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414 notes - Posted October 11, 2022

#2

Need To Know

Pairing: Elvis x Reader (can also be read as Austin!Elvis x Reader)

Word Count: 2253

Rating: 18+ (which means get ya asses on kids)

Warning(s): SMUT ON TOP OF SMUT!!, Reader being as needy as we are for Elvis, blowjob (m.receiving), overstimulation (f.receiving), Elvis being a dominant daddy, choking, kissing after blowjob, just nasty stuff, but also fluffy a bit

A/N: So damn….I think my fantasies came out a bit in this one. But this is based off of that picture up there. Even though the Elvis in this storyline is ‘60 era Elvis, I had to use that picture still. Also, I listened to Need To Know by Doja Cat to get in the mood of writing the smut. I kinda listen to that song a lot when reading smut cause it’s sexy as shit but anywho before I start rambling, I hope y’all enjoy it. Be careful, babies! Don’t hurt yourself ;)

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It has been two years since you had a date with your boyfriend. He was away in Germany, serving his two years in the Army. His manager, Colonel Parker believed that if he was drafted that he would come back loved instead of hated. Elvis was more worried about not being with you for two years. You both had never gone more than a day apart, so it was going to be hard to spend 730 days away from one another. As the days passed by, you passed the time working at your father’s company as a secretary. Between working and being an adult, you always made sure you sent Elvis letters. Your parents were worried about you — mostly because they believed what they heard in the news about your boyfriend. You knew differently because Elvis treated you like you were royalty. As days turned into weeks and then to months and then eventually two years had passed, you had fallen more in love with Elvis.

Elvis was finally coming home after a long two years away from everything and the first thing he wanted to do was to take you out on a date. After he did his press conferences and got his movie roles together, he was finally back in Memphis and finally back for you. Your parents weren’t convinced that he had changed from the greaser that had girls throwing their underwear at him on stage, but you could care less. You were ready to take your relationship to another level, whether your parents liked it or not. Elvis was coming to pick you up Friday night. He said that he had a surprise for you and that all you needed to do was look pretty.

Friday came without a hitch and you were excited. You could barely focus at work, seemingly in a cloud of euphoria as the time passed by. Once the work day was over, you raced home before your father could blink, getting ready for the best night of your life. Tonight was going to be the night that you gave yourself to Elvis and you didn’t care where you were gonna do it. You put on your black lace bra and panties before throwing on a nice pink dress with black pumps. You knew that this outfit alone would get Elvis’s attention. It was around 7 before your boyfriend pulled into your driveway. You raced down the stairs, telling your parents that you would be back later. You raced out to his pink cadillac, opening the door and getting in. “It’s been a while, baby. Ya missed me?” He smiled as he grabbed your hand, lacing his fingers with yours. “Of course I did, why else would I write to you for these past two years?” You joked, rubbing your thumb on his hand.

Elvis laughed, pulling out of the driveway and on to your street. “Where are we going?” You asked him as he never did tell you where the date would be. “I say that we have a picnic at Emerald Park, how does that sound to ya mama?” He smirked as he sped towards the destination. You let go of his hand, throwing your hands up and your head back. “Let’s go!” You squealed happily. Once you made it to the park, he parked the car and got out with a basket in his hand along with a blanket. The headlight from the cadillac shined along the grass, creating such beautiful scenery before you. You got out of the car and walked towards him as he laid everything out on the blanket. You smiled, realizing that he must have planned this for a while. “How long have you had this one planned?” You chuckled, sitting down on the blanket, folding your hands over your dress. He smiled and shrugged. “A long while, lil mama..” He handed you an opened bottle of Pepsi.

As the night went on, you both talked about things that happened in your lives for the past two years. You learned that Elvis had met another woman but he wasn’t interested in dating anyone else but you. That made me fall harder in love with him at that moment because he only had eyes for you. You also explained to him that you weren’t interested in dating anyone else but him and planned on keeping it that way. You scoot closer to him, laying your head on his shoulder as you take in a deep breath. You were ready to take your relationship to the next level, finally. You turned your head towards him, burrowing your face into his neck where you placed kisses along his jawline. Elvis was shocked, but closed his eyes and tilted his head, allowing you more access. He pulled you closer, pressing a sloppy but gentle kiss to your lips. Your fingers found their way into his locks, tugging gently.

Amongst the urgency of kisses, the clattering of teeth and tongue sent lightning down to your core. You pull away, catching your breath before you speak. “I want you, Elvis and I want you now.” You moaned out, standing up on your feet before pulling him up with you. He backed you up against the hood of the car, pressing his lips on yours again. This time, the kiss was more heated, like he needed your oxygen to live. Your hands pushed his jacket off of his shoulders before your hands moved to pull his shirt that was tucked into his slacks. “In the car…I want it in the car..” You whined, sitting up as you unzipped your dress. “Are ya sure, doll? I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable doing this?” He asked, wanting you just as bad you wanted him. You nodded, grabbing him by the shirt and pulled him towards the car. You pushed the front seat up before moving to the backseat of his car. He followed soon after, closing the door after him.

Lips continued kissing one another, as clothes continued to pile on the front seat ahead of you. You pushed him back against the seat, with a smirk on your face. Suddenly feeling the urge to take over for yourself, you slid down to his underwear, reaching in to grip his cock in his hands. “W-what are ya doin’, baby?” He grinned, turning his head to the side. He already knew what you were trying to do, but he didn’t want to say, in fear that you would get scared. Instead, you didn’t answer, only stroking his cock in hopes that it would stay as hard as it already was. You pulled his underwear down to where it was around his ankles, instantly wrapping your lips around the tip. You could feel him tense up as a hiss escaped his lips. You began to suck slowly, almost teasing him. You didn’t want him to cum in your mouth, you wanted the both of you to cum together. As your speed increased, you smirked as his hands grabbed your head, moving it along his length. He pushed you down deeper on his length, the back of your throat could feel the tip of his cock tickling it. You tried to hold it together, not wanting to seem inexperienced.

You continued to deepthroat his cock, drool and tears mixing together as you continued taking everything that he would give you. “Oh shit darlin’, I’m gonna cum if you continue..” he warned. You pulled away, your tongue rubbing up the underside of his cock teasingly. “ No, I want you inside of me…Now.” You said, crawling on his lap. He tilts his head again, wondering where the sudden dominant tone in your voice came from. He grips you at the base of your chin and throat gently, pulling you close as you kiss hungrily. His other hand pushes your black lace panties down, keeping them beside him for safe keeping. His fingers rubbed down your body, before brushing against your clit. You gasped, gripping to the seat as your body reacted to the sudden touch. “Ah..Elvis!” You moaned, clearly in bliss as he continued running his fingers around your twitching bud. He gathered your juices within his fingers, pushing two inside of your pussy. “It’s Daddy to you, darlin’.” His raspy voice whispered against your ear, him still holding on to you by the throat.

His fingers fucked into you, scissoring you open. Elvis didn’t want to hurt you, but if you were insisting that sex was what you wanted, he wanted to make the experience memorable. Your hips fucked against his fingers, moans bouncing against the car windows. “Oh no baby, you’re gonna fuck yourself on my cock—not my fingers.” He smirked as he pushed his fingers inside of your pussy again before sliding them out. He aligned his cock to your entrance, slowly sliding inside of you. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, nails digging into his shoulders as you were stretched open deliciously. The burning of being stretched open didn’t bother you as much as you were past the point of need. At this point, you couldn’t live without feeling him inside of you. Elvis started moving his hips slowly, allowing you to get comfortable with this new feeling. “Please..” You begged, biting down on his shoulder.

Elvis groaned, looking up at you with a look of lust. “Tell Daddy.” He whispered as he continued teasing you with his cock. “Goddamnit…fuck me Daddy. Please.” You gasped, moving your hips faster. He chuckled, watching you fuck yourself on his cock—exactly how he said that you would. He grabbed both sides of your hips, suddenly slamming his hips upward into you. You screamed slightly, taken back at the feeling of his cock hitting your cervix. You loved it and you loved him for it. You bounced your hips back against his, hoping that it would itch that scratch that you were feeling in the pit of your stomach. You were right— it did more than itch the scratch, but it made your toes curl. Elvis continued fucking up into you, his hands once again wrapping around your throat but this time; he added a bit of pressure. You could have sworn that you were meeting Jesus because as he squeezed at your throat, the coil in your stomach snapped and you came HARD.

Elvis chuckled as he pushed inside of you deeper, bouncing you through your orgasm. He had planned on making you cum again before he could. His fingers moved back down to your now throbbing clit, teasing with circular motions. You moaned out again, tears falling down your cheeks at the overstimulating feeling. “I’m gonna make you cum again, darlin’ and you’re gonna cum again before I do, you understand?” The way he spoke sent shivers down your spine as you enjoyed hearing him take charge over you. You nodded as your eyes stayed shut tightly, hoping that he would quit teasing you. The overstimulation that you were feeling was becoming too hard to bear. “Look at me, darlin’ or ya ain’t cummin’.” He said in a dangerous tone. Your eyes snapped open as they traveled to his hypnotic blues. His hips had temporarily stopped pushing into you as his fingers played with your clit like a guitar.

“Baby, please..I can’t handle much more…I need…I need..” You couldn’t get the words out because you felt like you weren’t in your body. He raised a brow, as if he was telling you to continue with what you were saying. “Can’t continue what, baby? You’re a smart one, don’t play stupid with me.” He smirked. At the point, you could fall to pieces in his arms and with that you do, your body shaking above him. He smirked as he continued snapping his hips into you. “Ahhh so that’s what ya wanted to say.” He smirked as he fucked into you again—with so much power. You grip on the seat once again, not even putting up a fight at the assault that he was giving your pussy. “Yes Daddy, fuck me.” You whined, your pussy once again clenching around his cock. At that feeling, Elvis was getting closer and closer to his orgasm. His hands moved up your body as he pushed upward into you harder, the sounds of skin slapping echoing in the car. “Fuck..I’m gonna cum baby.” He moaned as he pushed into you a few more times before pulling out quickly. His cum shooting out on his hand and your thigh. You sat there with him, catching your breath.

You couldn’t believe that sex had ever felt this good, but you wanted to experience more of it with Elvis. As he cleaned you both up, you sat in the seat beside him, pulling your clothes back on but leaving your black panties on his seat. You smirked to yourself knowing that this was his welcome home present from you. You would like to think he knew so too. Elvis on the other hand, knew that those were for him. He pushed the material in his pocket for safe keeping. “Let’s get you home, baby.” He said as he got dressed and helped you out of the back. He gathered everything from the now-wasted picnic and put it in the trunk. Elvis started up the Cadillac, pulling out of the park. You both at that moment realized that you two were in it for life. “I love you..” The both of you said together.

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462 notes - Posted September 24, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Can I have a morning smut with y/n and Austin where someone walks in on them. Austin just pauses with his dick still inside y/n because they are completely covered by the duvet. And the person that walked in doesn’t even realize they where having sex so they rip the covers off saying “it’s time to get up” but then it is obvious Austin has his dick in y/n

So I did something a little different with this one because it’s been done over and over again by other people! Which I encourage you to read their works as well because it’s a great storyline. Instead of ripping the covers off, I just had them burst into the room as they were being ✨intimate✨ so I hope you like it! 😂

Pairing: Austin Butler x Reader

Word Count: 680

Warning(s): Smut

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The sun was bright in the sky, shining in the window of the bedroom that you and Austin shared. You were visiting him in Australia where he was shooting for the new Elvis biopic. The night before, you had arrived in Australia under the guise that you were unable to visit him due to schedule conflicts. You surprised Austin as he was finishing up with the day, nervously hoping that he wasn’t upset with you because you lied. As he walked out of the set, you called out his name, waving. “Aus!” His head snapped over towards you and he immediately ran over, scooping you up off of the grass, spinning you around. “Sweetheart! I thought you were going to be flying to New York tonight?” He asked, nuzzling his face in your neck. “I wanted to surprise you!” You said, pressing your lips to his in a heated kiss.

That night, Austin made love to you like you were going to disappear from his arms. The next morning, you awoke feeling Austin pressing kisses along your shoulder. You giggled, turning over. “Someone is excited this morning.” You giggled as he lined his cock up to your entrance. He pushed inside of you, filling you to the hilt. You moaned, holding on to his shoulders as he pumped his cock in and out of you slowly. “I’ve missed you so much, my sweet girl.” His raspy morning voice sends shivers up your spine. You were in bliss, pulling him closer to you as he continued pumping into you. “Aus..” You moaned, wrapping your legs around his waist.

His lips pressed to your throat, leaving purple marks along your collarbone. He pulled out of you, turning you over to your side, raising your leg slightly before sliding back into you. You gasped, holding on to the pillow as he drilled his hips harder into you. The pleasure was so strong that you could feel the blood pumping in your ears. “Aus…please…” you moaned as you wanted him to do more. “What do you want me to do, sweet girl.” He moaned out as he wrapped his right hand around your throat as he pounded into you.

You both didn’t realize that Austin was needed at the set an hour ago and that Baz was at his hotel door with the front desk attendant. Your moans bouncing off the walls as Austin continued to pleasure you. The front desk attendant opened the door for Baz, looking at him with a look of embarrassment at the noises that were coming out of the room. Baz shook his head with a chuckle as he pushed the door open, moans hitting his ears clearly as he walked inside. “Austin.” He called out, knocking on the door. The two of you couldn’t hear him as your moans drowned out the intrusion of the older man. He opened the door, clearing his throat.

You screamed, covering yourself up at the sight of the older man standing in the doorway. Austin on the other hand was about to climax and the scare did nothing to stop it. “Fuck I’m-.” He moaned out as he came inside of you. He looked up at Baz, his cock still inside of you. “Shit! What are you doing here, Baz?” He asked, still releasing inside of your walls. “You were due at the set an hour ago, but now I see why you are late.” Baz laughed. “Whenever you two lovebirds get finished, hurry to the set, will ya?” He laughed before leaving you two alone. You hid under the sheet, embarrassed that the director witnessed you both being intimate.

Austin chuckled under his breath, pulling his now soft cock out of you. “A phone call would have been nice.” He got out of the bed, grabbing his briefs. You couldn’t help but laugh, although you were unbelievably embarrassed that it happened. “Yeah, maybe they should call next time.” You giggled, following him out of the bed as you two went into the bathroom to no doubt finish what you two started.

858 notes - Posted September 27, 2022

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@5ummit encouraged me to make an end of the year post, so here we go:

Fandom: Andor (May/June, September/October) Fic Count: 2 Word Count: 2,139

Fandom: The Witcher (January) Fic Count: 6 Word Count: 28,917 

Fandom: Top Gun: Maverick (July-September) Fic Count: 7 Word Count: 38,342

Fandom: Other Marvel (April/May) Fic Count: 7 Word Count: 11,043

Fandom: HydraTrashParty 🥳 (January-May, October-December) Fic Count: 52 Word Count: 150,286

Total Word Count:  228,061

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and also, find my own personal fave fics of the year under the cut:

should go without saying that you should heed the AO3 tags if you click through on any of these:

Top Three:  1. Crawlin’ back to you / Baby we both know (HTP, winterbones)

Pt1: An old "friend" of Bucky's is one of Selby's guards. Zemo and Sam have no idea but Bucky absolutely does, what a shame that he has a role to play.

Pt2: Rumlow has been biding his time, working for Selby in exchange for information about the soldier's whereabouts - conveniently the winter soldier is about to show up on their doorstep with a new handler.

OR: an extended rehash of That One Scene in tfatws s01e03: Power Broker from two different perspectives.

2. We'll be a fine line. (TGM, roosmav)

Bradley really notices Maverick for the first time when he's thirteen. Every year after that is a struggle.

OR: 4.5 times Maverick had no idea what was happening and 1.5 times he said “wow, what a terrible idea but I guess we're doing this”

3. Something Broken (HTP, winterbones)

Bucky and Rumlow really fucked each other up over decades of brutal conditioning, maybe (definitely) more on one side than the other.

It turns out that Bucky can't get over the wiring in his brain that makes him really susceptible to following orders and dropping to his knees anytime his old handler shows up PLUS he hasn't had a chance to test it a ton, but he can't come unless he's told? Oh and he also went back for Rumlow's very specifically modified sidearm back during the collapse - I'm sure there's a totally normal and not weird reason for that.

And Rumlow? Well it turns out that having a building dropped on him and then almost being burnt alive by his own fucking bomb (which frustratingly did not kill Captain America) has rendered his dick pretty much out of service which could be a good thing - the bomb not killing Cap A - since Steve went and abandoned a traumatized Bucky Barnes and left him totally open to having his handler waltz back into his life.

Also the dick thing is probably fixable with the right encouragement.

+1. Take my head and kick it in. (Rumlow/Reader)

Because I reached a thirst-related breaking point and just really really needed a fic of Rumlow throwing me the reader down some stairs 😅

Should have written all my thank yous here and not in the tags so here we go, I'm gonna tag some people:

@5ummit @sparklingbinjuice @the-ravening @unlikelymilliner @pohjanneito @crushcandles , the entirety of the Trash Fam and many many more - thank you for all of your encouragement and love in this past year, I don't know what I did to deserve it but I'm glad to know you all❤️

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I posted 466 times in 2022

That's 466 more posts than 2021!

130 posts created (28%)

336 posts reblogged (72%)

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I tagged 190 of my posts in 2022

#yiddish - 20 posts

#daniel kahn - 9 posts

#autism - 8 posts

#lgbtq - 7 posts

#arospec - 7 posts

#lgbtqiia+ - 7 posts

#aroace - 7 posts

#aromantic - 7 posts

#splatoon 3 - 6 posts

#splatoon - 6 posts

Longest Tag: 137 characters

#it opens outward to reveal hovering ice crystals and two ice sculptures with shields and crossed spears above a column of raging blizzard

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Villains nowadays are so loveable. I mean, sure, they’re fighting to enact proto-fascism and murder, but they’re so funny about it! Take Epithet Erased. Zora may be an asshole, but her pure, absurd bloodlust is just fun to watch. And sure, Mera’s self-centered, but her motives are understandable and her relationship with Indus is pretty funny. Even minor villains like Arnold have a certain slapstick quality in their repeated failures.

But there’s one character in Epithet Erased that breaks this rule entirely. He’s not funny. He’s not interesting. Every time he comes onscreen, this fun, lighthearted show becomes horror. He is the antithesis of all things good.

Molly's dad.

47 notes - Posted July 6, 2022

#4

Kabbalah/Hebrew in games is wild because it’s so… not

For fuck’s sake, it’s Vav, not Waw! Get your shit together Project Moon!

66 notes - Posted July 15, 2022

#3

she rozencrantz on my guildenstern till I die

68 notes - Posted October 26, 2022

#2

Every Project Moon character, probably: "babe come over, I'm experimenting on unspeakable horrors"

125 notes - Posted July 15, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Splatoon devs really went "gender is a construct and I'm a demolitionist"

149 notes - Posted August 13, 2022

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I posted 1,308 times in 2022

That's 381 more posts than 2021!

324 posts created (25%)

984 posts reblogged (75%)

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I tagged 1,182 of my posts in 2022

Only 10% of my posts had no tags

#peter maximoff - 710 posts

#quicksilver - 689 posts

#xmen - 423 posts

#erik lehnsherr - 243 posts

#magneto - 236 posts

#ralph bohner - 210 posts

#wandavision - 186 posts

#dadneto - 173 posts

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Longest Tag: 138 characters

#my professor didn’t give us a study guide she was like ‘just look over your notes!’ ma’am i have adhd idk what info is most important here

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#5

look, I hate to say it, but I feel like there’s definitely edgy students at Xavier’s that have crushes on Erik because they hear about him and think he’s this mysterious, suave villain, which definitely means Peter’s heard people swoon over his secret long-lost father, and that is so funny to me

bonus: Raven brings up the fact that she and Erik were a thing once just to see Peter’s reaction xD

392 notes - Posted May 5, 2022

#4

Wanda and Erik are so similar, and poor Peter is the odd one out. I’m just imagining Erik rolling up to Wanda’s house like “get in loser, we’re going on a murder spree” and Peter, who has a strict no-killing policy, is standing in the doorway like “but DAD we never get to do ANYTHING together :(“

401 notes - Posted May 6, 2022

#3

text posts/tweets as xmen/wandavision characters except it’s 99% Peter Maximoff

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#2

thinking about the Percy Jackson show that’s being made right now, and as someone who was obsessed with those books for years and then got late-diagnosed with ADHD and a learning disability (Dyscalculia), I really hope that the show actually shows how Percy struggles amongst his peers before coming to camp. I expect that the show will portray the positive aspects of neurodivergence since it’s so tied to all the character’s powers in the books (like Dyslexia being because their brains are hardwired for reading ancient Greek)--and I’m excited about that!--but I would also love to see the struggle that comes with being ND and not ever fully assimilating with NT peers. 

give me a Percy Jackson who gets kicked out of school not just because he acts out or has unexplained incidents with his powers, but who struggles in school and has to repeat a grade or two because his Dyslexia is so bad. A Percy whose teachers don’t believe him when he says he’s really trying because his grades are straight D’s and F’s despite his best efforts. A Percy who is a loyal and eager friend but doesn’t always understand NT communication and doesn’t realize when he takes his sarcasm and joking too far and gets shunned for it. A Percy who, at the tender age of twelve, is totally burnt out because no one knows what to do with him, who has awful self-esteem because he’s been told his whole life that he’s failing, who believes he wasted his potential already, but whose mom is kind and understanding and fiercely defensive of him to the rest of the world because she knows her child is worth so much more than his ability to fit in or get good grades. A Percy who comes to camp and is suddenly surrounded by people just like him, who excels in battle and finds friends who just get him, who slowly relearns who he is and what he’s capable of, learning that his struggles can be strengths sometimes, and finding confidence and acceptance through this community in a way that he’s never had before. 

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Tell! Me! All about Sigrid!! I am utterly curious!!

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Hello! I am doing pretty well; I hope you are also doing alright!

SIGRID!!! I love her so much and really want to do more with her, but I know my OCs vary from well-known fandoms to obscure fandoms to purely self-indulgent rewrites of canon so honestly I don't blame people for running away from my blog at the first chance they get, haha. She is a MCU/Moon Knight OC and the daughter of Loki and Sigyn, if her last name (Lokidottir) wasn't enough indicator. She is also in a poly ship with Marc, Steve, and Layla, and possibly maybe Jake later on I'm not 100% sure. She survives the attack on the ship and witnesses Loki's death, which causes her to eventually flee New Asgard to explore Midgard like she'd always wanted to but never got a chance to. Total daddy's girl, especially because I'm imagining Sigyn died quite awhile before the events of Thor 1 (since to my memory she has never shown up or even been mentioned in any MCU film to date though in mythology she was married to Loki), and as a result Loki became very.... protective of her. Others may see Loki as evil and nothing more than a trickster, but she knows there's good in her father.

She ends up taking a position at the British Museum of History as an expert in Norse Mythology where she befriends Steven, as they both don't fit in and really have no other friends. She basically involves herself in the whole Harrow-Amit thing by staying after dark to follow Steven around because she can tell Harrow is more than he seems and has an interest in her friend. Which is how she meets Marc and learns about Moon Knight, Khonshu, etc.

Her and Khonshu do NOT get along for like 95% of the show arc - he doesn't trust her because she's a 'godling', specifically of Loki, and therefore a trickster like her father. They reluctantly start to get along after he realizes she stubbornly refuses to leave Marc, Steven, and Layla.

Layla initially wasn't sure what to make of this Asgardian that is best friends with her husband's alter but can't help but befriend Sigrid because of how curious she is. It also doesn't help that Sigrid is capable of holding her own in a fight, despite how naive she first appears with her fascination with everything Midgard.

She does use magic, which is appears green like her fathers, and also uses twin daggers like her father. Those are her main weapons, but she also inherited Loki's ability to shape-shift. Rather than being able to shape-shift into anyone or anything, Sigrid is primarily only able to shape-shift into a raven and, I'm thinking, a snake and maybe a wolf. She prefers her raven form out of those three though.

Her flat is kind of terrifying at first glance, because she has little religious shrines - one to her Uncle Thor, one to her father, and one to her mother - and while only really Thor's is received, having one for her parents is one of the ways she honors them.

Also I chose Daisy Ridley for her FC because I love her and adored the chemistry between Daisy and Oscar in the sequels-I-pretend-doesn't-exist and love Marc x Layla x Steven as an OT3 from the show (my social work background is telling me my preference for OT3+ is probably something i should examine further but uh that's not happening anytime soon if I can help it) and wanted to connect Moon Knight to the larger MCU so Sigrid was born.

I'll probably reblog this post at a later date with other facts (or might just make a separate post info-dumping on her)

ALSO I'M SO MAD AT MYSELF I DIDN'T SAVE THE SECOND GIF IN A BASE BEFORE ADDING THE COLORING SO I HAVE A GIF I LOVE WITH A COLORING I DESPISE NOW AHHHHH AND I REALLY DON'T WANT TO GO THROUGH THE HOURS TO REMAKE A SHITTY REMAKE OF IT KILL MEEE.

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#5

To most, it wouldn't mean much. In this country, it really held no power at all. But to anyone who knew, the implications it held were immense. Whoever had broken into his apartment knew exactly what it was.

Loki x Mobius Detective AU X

16 notes - Posted September 8, 2022

#4

“I brought him to speak to you.” He reached out and caught Adam, who was perusing some unlabeled bottles, by the shoulder, and pulled him around to face the devil. Adam frowned and shrugged him off, then looked directly up at Lucifer with his usual unphased expression.

"Ah." Lucifer looked the boy up and down. "You. Yes. I remember. You're not my son."

"Nah. My dad's back in England." Adam replied.

"Hm. Yes." The devil turned his attention to his brother. "Did you think you'd won something by showing me this child?"

"You may reject your post, but cannot really reject your own son, Luci," Amenadiel implored.

"I didn't. He did all the rejecting himself, didn't you?"

"I've already got a dad. He's at work, probably."

"Actually, we're on quite a different time zone, so he's probably still asleep." Wensley interjected.

"Oh yeah. He's probably asleep." 

"There you are." Lucifer turned back to the piano. "No son, no hell, no devil. You can leave."

"I'm not leaving. It is imperative you take up your position in hell once more."

"Is it? Or do you just believe everything daddy tells you?"

Amenadiel bristled. "Your play time on earth must end. The balance must be restored and hell must have its devil. That is your role, Luci."

"I don't see why he has to do it." 

The devil and angel both turned to look at Adam. 

"I mean. Why does any of that have to be the way? I thought the whole point was that we can decide stuff for ourselves."

"My mum says you shouldn't work in a toxic environment," Pepper added. "And Hell sounds pretty toxic to me."

"Ahh, they do have some sense in them." Lucifer beamed. "There we go, brother, it's as they say. I am deciding this for myself."

17 notes - Posted November 7, 2022

#3

“You say Lucifer directed you here?”

“Yeah. Seems like everyone here knows him. They gave me a spot to lie down.”

Dream sighed, looking agitated. “Then perhaps I owe him a favour. We had better make good use of this, then.”

“You’re telling me! So what’s the plan? Can you magic me back into being a raven?”

“I don’t have that sort of power. Only the dead may become dreams.”

“So, what, I’ve gotta die? I’ve gotta go kill myself to become a raven again?”

Dream fell silent. He gazed at Matthew with an expression he’d never seen the Endless make. It was one of a profound sadness, mingled with something else he couldn’t decipher. It was as though he had admitted to some deeply unfortunate situation in life to someone who felt unbearable sympathy.

“You would throw away your second chance at life just to be part of the dreaming?”

Matthew blinked. The soft, husky tone of Dream’s voice took him completely off guard. The person who always spoke so carefully, so clearly, who radiated such an intimidating, ancient aura, expressing such raw emotion seemed completely out of line with the image he’d built in his head of the Endless.

“Well… Yeah! I had a shitty life, and I was a pretty shitty person. Being your raven was the best thing to happen to me. I’m not giving that up.”

Dream did not reply for a while. This seemed to trouble him. 

“Look. I don’t care for people, or the Waking, or any of this. I’ve got friends in The Dreaming. It’s my home. I don’t wanna lose that!”

Finally, Dream nodded. “Yes. It has indeed become a home to you.”

19 notes - Posted November 15, 2022

#2

WHB’s Guide To “Non-Canon” & One-Shot Comic Loki Content

This won’t be in any real order because it doesn’t matter and also there’s DEFINITELY more I haven’t read that I’ll come back to at a later date maybe

Loki (2004) - This is very beautifully painted and explores the idea of (classic) Loki winning and how he copes on the throne of Asgard, but I found it pretty slow and dry. There’s some good emotional complexity in it though.

Loki (2010) - This is just a retelling of existing Norse myth with a Marvel skin over it. I genuinely think if you wanna read Norse mythology then there’s much better versions of it and this doesn’t add much more to make it fit comic Loki’s character. Check it out if you think this suits you best.

Thor & Loki: Double Trouble - This is a banger. It’s one of my favourite artists over 100% pure goofs and gaffs and japes and jonks. This is all Loki and Thor sibling spats and presents us with possibly the MOST amazing take on Loki’s character design by having him be just a little guy. Goblin mode fully activated. Very fun.

The Unbeatable Squirrel Girl - Okay, some will argue this is canon, others will argue it’s not. For the most part, USG does not follow Marvel 616 canon but imho this makes it way more accessible to new readers. This comic is a fucking DELIGHT. I cannot recommend USG enough. USG’s take on Loki is such a campy, dramatic, mischevous scamp full of sillies and I LOVE them. I could write essays about USG. I’m shaking this comic series in your face. I’m kissing it.

Now, some of this DOES overlap with canon events running at the time. A brief period of the USG comics covers the War of the Realms arc when Loki is Sorcerer Supreme, though I... coulda sworn those weren’t happening at the same time... This is basically the only part that has canon timeline in it and it treats Loki a million times better than the other comics at the time did. Also one of the characters introduced in this series appears in Thor (2020) so it does have multiple ties to the main canon.

If Im not selling it enough, THIS comic series is where the “This is why you get a genderfluid demigod to be your fashion designer” panel came from.

Also this series introduces some AMAZING new characters, all of which appear in the podcast The Unbeatable Radio Show which takes place just after the comics. If you want more help knowing the reading order for this comic series specifically, DM me and I will help you out.

Alligator Loki - This is as it says on the tin. It’s one of the new Marvel webtoons about gator Loki having some adventures. It’s silly and entirely visual and it’s very fun.

Marvel Voices: Pride (2022) - There were TWO Loki comics in this year’s issue. One is tied to the Young Avengers comics (a personal favourite of mine) and the other set in Loki’s current situation. Both of them are very funny and silly and full of Loki being his best self.

Thor (2020) - But didn’t I list this as canon? Yes! However there’s a handful of one-shot comics in this series. Issue #25 has another Marvel skin on a Norse myth, “Thor’s Wedding”,  which in my opinion is much better than Loki (2010) ever did and it’s extremely funny and silly, an absolute hoot.

 Marvel Voices: Iceman - Another of the webtoons. Loki pops up in #3 and is an absolute treat. I recommend reading all of this tbh because it’s fun and very gay.

There’s also TWO Loki novels!

Loki: Mistress of Mischief

Loki: Where Mischief Lies

I’m yet to read either of these but I will update and report back when I have

21 notes - Posted September 30, 2022

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WHB’S Guide To The Loki (616) Comic Canon So You Don’t Have To Slog Through It Like I Did

The chaos, mischief and hijinks Loki gets up to in the Marvel comics run as long and complex as the Thor comics ever did, so for simplicity this starts at the Loki “rebirth” which is where Loki became more of an independent character with his own role to play in the ongoing 616 canon. I will make a separate post for “non-canon” and oneshots and generally good comic Loki content that isn’t part of this arc.

diclaimer: i am Very opinionated and also prone to hyperbolic language so i may insult a comic/arc that you like. it is important that you Deal With It and move on because i cannot and will not be swayed.

“Classic Loki” dies during the Siege (2009) arc, specifically Siege #4. I don’t recommend it as reading personally and if you’re not already reading Marvel, it’ll be confusing and boring to follow. Things to know: Loki cut a deal with Hela to have his name taken from the book of Hel. He caused some Issues and Problems that went way overboard and is killed in the battle.

BEGIN THE KID LOKI STORY:

Thor #617-#619 (2010) - Thor finds the reborn child-aged Loki in Paris using the name “Serrure” (”Lock” in Fench.). Generally recommend this for context reading and understanding Loki’s character “rebranding”

Journey into Mystery #622-645 (2011) - Sometimes referred to as Loki: Journey Into Mystery, this is the bulk of the Kid Loki storyline and spans several story arcs in the Marvel comics at the time. Heavily recommend for understanding of the rest of Loki’s character arc, as well as adorable Thor & Loki sibling stuff and Loki’s goofy little way of talking. The final issues of this storyline are necessary reading for every major Loki storyline after.

 The Mighty Thor vol.2 (2011) - some of this happens in tandem to Journey into Mystery. If you’re not super into the Thor comics, this isn’t that important, but it helps inform the events of JiM while you’re reading it. There’s some good sibling stuff and Loki generally being a bit of a scamp, but there’s a lot going on that ties to other major Marvel story arcs at the time that can make this a bit confusing to read.

Fuck Exiled (2012) it doesn’t fucking matter.

Young Avengers (2013) - THE comic!!!! This is prime Kid Loki into Adult Loki content. This is where we got the contemporary Loki design from. This shits gay as hell, it’s full of friendship and drama and Loki shennanigans and I honestly cannot recommend this comic enough. If you never read another Marvel comic, read Young Avengers.

Loki: Agent of Asgard (2014) - OBVIOUSLY THIS ONE! Lots of people made the mistake of reading this on its own without understanding who Loki is in this comic. So much of Loki’s character development in this story hinges on the last issues of JiM. Read the others first THEN this, and you’ll thank me. This one has GORGEOUS art and completely re-shaped Loki’s character for the future Marvel comics. It also spans several major comic arcs at the time, so prepare for more external reading.

Avengers & X-Men: AXIS (2014) - This is a LOT to cope with if you’re not already into the comics, as it has a HUGE cast and a lot of major plots running at the same time. I honestly skimmed this just for bits of my fav characters. Loki appears on only a few, I believe #6-#8. Only read if you’re really interested in the context of the events in AoA.

Loki & Thor: Original Sin (2014) - I am holding this story arc in my hands. I am kissing it. This is PRIME fem!Loki content. This is ICONIC genderfluid Loki matrial. This is PURE fucked up dysfunctional Asgard-fam content. I love this comic series very much for it’s writing and artwork and beautiful moments and please don’t say a mean thing about it or I will cry.

More Loki content happens in Mighty Thor vol.3 (2016). I personally don’t think it’s relevant or necessary reading.

Fuck Vote Loki. Me and the homies hate Vote Loki. MCU will trick you and make you think Vote Loki might be good. It’s not.

The Infinity Quest arc doesn’t do anything useful for Loki imho. It’s one of the many comics in Loki’s current writing that feels like the writers haven’t read any of his previous arc.

Loki: Sorcerer Supreme (2017) - aka Doctor Strange #381-385. Imho the most wasted potential arc they’ve written so far. There’s like One nugget of very good Loki character content and the rest is just a huge waste of time. Would only recommend if you’re feeling comitted to reading as much of the Loki arc as you can.

Personally I think the entire Final Host arc is a complete misuse of Loki given his character development up until then and it simply doesn’t do anything for him.

Infinity Wars Prime (2018) - this is a bit of a Marmite arc. I think it’s setting up for Loki (2019) but it’s very tedious and bland and once again wastes the potential of the multiverse. Good only for ponytail Loki. It may be relevant in the future.

The War of the Realms (2019) - This has a LOT going on, but Loki’s part of this is very integral to how Loki is currently in the canon. This overlaps a little with Thor vol.5

Loki (2019) - This is.... Probably going to be relevant one day. It’s fun dialogue but honestly I truly do not care for this. It’s very slow paced and adds nothing to Loki’s character arc that AoA hadn’t already done. It’s a bit useful for understanding the way Loki has referred to himself since, but tbh... Meh.

Thor (2020) - This places Loki very much where he is Right Now in the canon and his current role. This is the point from which comics will pick up on his story arc, and also takes us back to the end of AoA.

Defenders (2022) - This picks up IMMEDIATELY after the final page of AoA. This is probably going to patch up a few of the issues I’ve had with previous story arcs, so I’m holding out! So far it is a banger.

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#5

.just the way you are | masterlist.

pairing: dbf!bucky x fem!reader

summary: back home in brooklyn, job lost, dumped, unable to pay rent, and utterly ashamed of yourself. of course your dad had offered out your childhood bedroom, but what happens when you bump into his best friend once again, this time no longer the teenager that you were when you left?

series warnings: smut, 18+, minors dni, age gap (reader 24, bucky 39)

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#4

.all of me.

pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader

summary: bucky is usually the domineering kind, and you were quite willing to let him stay that way. but when he suggests you take the reigns for the night, you're not going to say no.

word count: 2141 words

warnings: smut, 18+, minors dni, oral (f. receiving), fingering, unprotected sex

a/n: i'm so happy to be writing for bucky again! i've missed my sweet boy. this was just a little fun when i couldn't sleep - enjoy folks!

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There were hands everywhere, in your hair, scratching down his back, gripping at your thighs harshly enough to leave bruises, gripping onto the muscles of his biceps.

That's how it usually was with Bucky; fast and rough, demanding, passionate, and domineering. He didn't make love, he fucked. He knew what he wanted and he would take it, rather asking for forgiveness and checking you were OK afterwards instead of asking for permission beforehand. That was just how he was, and you weren't exactly going to complain. It felt too good to be a problem. In these situations you were simply his willing accomplice, prepared and compliant to whatever his plan may be, eager to please.

You focused on his fingertips as they trailed down your thigh, coming to stop at the hem of your skirt, tapping once, twice, before making the trip back upwards towards your waist. He was playing games with you, another of Bucky's habits, one that always kept you greedily coming back for more.

Because that's how you would describe yourself, greedy. When it came to Bucky, you were always greedy. You yearned for those touches, dreamt about his kisses when he was not there to fulfill the ache, insatiably jumped on him whenever there was an ounce of suggestion that he wanted you.

His lips pulled away from yours for an instant, and you whined at the loss, but when they quickly latched onto your neck, emphasized with a pinch at the soft, supple skin on your hips, you couldn't stop the gasp that escaped from your mouth. Kiss after kiss, lick after lick, suck after suck; the attack on your neck was relentless, but never overbearing. He knew your limits, he knew where the line was, and despite his ravenous tendencies, he rarely crossed that line.

So when he slowly snapped his head back, removing himself from your embrace almost entirely, it was safe to say that you were surprised. He leaned in again, his nose brushing over yours as he spoke, his breath warm against your lips, the scent of the mint from his toothpaste overflowing your nostrils. You closed your eyes, simply relishing in that moment of closeness, a moment of which was seldom captured between the two of you.

"Tell me what you want."

His voice was low, laced with the want that you were so used to hearing from him. If you knew anything about Bucky, you knew that it was an order, but it was softer than usual, less demanding, more simply asking. It was strange to hear from him, unexpected, but you were never one to disobey an order.

"Please Bucky," you whined. "Make me feel good." "No, sweet girl." Your eyes fluttered open in surprise. Never before had he said no to your begging, had denied you after you had done what he'd asked you to do. But he continued, and the words that he whispered against you skin next brought goosebumps to your spine. "Tonight you're in charge. You make the decisions. I want you to tell me exactly what you want me to do to you."

You blinked slowly. Was he really doing this? Was he really handing over all of the power, all of the decisions, the entire possible outcome of your night together, on a silver platter for you to take? Never before had this been an option, never before had he even suggested it, and you had always been ok with that. But now, the idea of telling him exactly what you wanted, exactly how to please you, was sending shivers of excitement throughout your body.

"Come on sweet girl," he whispered, planting a quick and soft kiss to your lips. "I know you can do it."

"Kiss me."

He didn't disappoint, immediately pulling you into a bruising kiss, his tongue trailing across your bottom lip, darting into your open mouth. He knew exactly what he was doing he always did. He gripped your thighs tightly, pulling you closer to him. The pair of you hadn't even made it to the bedroom yet, still in the kitchen where he had caught you off-guard earlier with a kiss to you neck.

"Lift me."

Once again, he did as he was told, his grip moving from your thighs to the point where they met your ass, lifting you with ease onto the counter top, never once removing his lips from your own.

"Lower."

You whispered your commands between kisses, the words coming out in gasps rather than the stern demands that Bucky usually made. But he didn't seem to care; if anything he seemed to be edged on by them, pushing him to do exactly what you asked, as if he, for once, was enjoying being without power.

He lips trailed lower, down your neck and towards your collarbone, down to the dip in your chest where your shirt was unbuttoned slightly. He slowly but surely began to unfasten the other buttons, glancing upwards towards you, his eyes connecting with yours as he did so, an action that made your heart flutter, and your mind reel. Your shirt was quickly lost to the kitchen floor, alongside your bra, and his lips swiftly came back into contact with your skin, kissing everything that had been covered only moments ago. Your back arched as he continued his avid onslaught against your chest, before eventually moving lower, past your stomach, down to the hemline of your skirt. You lifted yourself from the counter, allowing him access to pull the zipper down the back painfully slowly, before that too was discarded on the floor.

He paused at the sight of your lacy panties, a pair that you had bought earlier that week specifically for a moment such as this, a moment where you could tease him and entice him. He glanced upwards, awaiting his next ruling.

"Take them off."

His fingers slowly and gently hooked around the sides, sliding them down your thighs, letting them go at your knees, two pairs of eyes watching them fall delicately to the floor. You were now on full display to him, and by the sight of his blown pupils, and the way his tongue pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, he was happy.

"Touch me."

That was all you needed to say. Within a moment he was on you, lapping you up, causing your back to arch again, a long, drawn-out moan escaping your lips at the contact. Curses mingled with his name escaped your lips when he sucked on your bundle of nerves, and you truly thought that you would be sent over the edge from only that. He pulled away for a second, glancing up at you, and the sight of him glancing up at you from between your legs alone was enough to give you a high.

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🔮 .bucky barnes ~ fic recs. 🔮

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.one-shots.

fuck you (derogatory) 💜 @bucksfucks

a ruined mission turns to you & bucky fucking it out. | bucky x fem!reader |

unfortunately yours 💜 @weepingvoidpenguin

when you and bucky successfully infiltrate a hydra auction, you're told to stay another day due to max capacity on the jet. but how are you going to survive a night alone with this insufferable super soldier? especially considering the miniscule size of the room and the obvious dilemma presented; who gets the bed? | bucky x fem!reader |

a little help 💜 @captainsimagines

bucky's been having difficulties in a certain...department. he's at a loss, completely ready to give up until he start theorizing. if you have the ability to heal people, maybe you can help him out. maybe you'll be able to fix him. | bucky x fem!reader |

fingers @buckycuddlebuddy

you couldn't take your eyes off his hands. | tattooartist!bucky x fem!reader |

a clandestine affair 💜 @bonky-n-steeb

bucky can't hold himself back when you look that gorgeous at tony's housewarming party. | bucky x fem!reader |

summer sins 💜 @wintersldr1

ever since you returned from your first year of college, you can't keep your eyes of your dad's best friend, bucky. at a family pool party, you finally give in. | dbf!bucky x fem!reader |

in corpore sano 💜 @straywords

your new personal trainer has a very...hands on approach. | personaltrainer!bucky x plussizefem!reader |

what goes around 💜 @navybrat817

bucky is your friend's dad and your dad's friend and nothing more. until he isn't. | bfd/dbf!bucky x fem!reader |

heavy tipper 💜 @metalbuckaroo

camgirl sites were nothing new to bucky, but a familiar face has him tipping heavily and requesting a private chat. | dbf!bucky x fem!reader |

recipe for disaster 💜 @seventven

your dad's best friend bucky knows you have a crush on him. your parents invite him to join your family for the annual winter vacation. | dbf!bucky x fem!reader |

riding lessons 💜 @nastybuckybarnes

you've just passed your knowledge test and you need someone to teach you how to ride. who better than your dad's best friend? | dbf!bucky x fem!reader |

.series.

these ties that bind us @sweetascanbee

when you’re sixteen years old, you get a soul mark with the letters ‘jbb’ emblazoned on your left wrist. the only problem is, soulmates pairings have basically gone extinct, and the man you’ve been paired with has been dead for seven decades. | bucky x fem!reader | complete |

a taste for older men 💜 @seventven

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#2

.eddie munson | fic recs.

keep reading for my eddie munson fic recs.

💜 smut | 18+ | minors dni

updated: 16/09/2022

.one-shots.

the after party 💜 @munsonsins

| eddie x fem!reader x billy |

bet on me @theonewiththefanfics

there’s a few bets going around: y/n bets everything on the fact that eddie is innocent, eddie still thinks that he’s a coward, and the kids want to know when eddie will finally ask y/n out. and steve…steve is just over it. | eddie x fem!reader |

sunday mornings with you @spiderrrling

| eddie x gn!reader |

love, gate, and judas priest @eddie-van-munson

eddie munson has hated you ever since you strolled into hellfire wearing the same judas priest shirt as him. but there’s a thin line between love and hate. | eddie x fem!reader |

the wrong song @theveryfires

| eddie x fem!reader |

only you 💜 @eagerbby

you and eddie were never meant to be just friends. | eddie x fem!reader |

night moves 💜 @eagerbby

realistically, you can only run from your feelings for so long. being trapped at steve harrington’s lake house with eddie munson during the worst storm of the summer presents an interesting opportunity. | eddie x fem!reader |

dirty, dirty girl 💜 @eddiemunsonswhxre

you were tired of your boyfriend only seeing you as cute and innocent. so for his birthday, you kicked things up a notch. | eddie x fem!reader |

sweet dreams 💜 @killerlookz

just a sweet little blurb about eddie letting reader use him to get off after she has a dirty dream about him. | eddie x fem!reader |

tornado warnings @marvelsswansong

out of all the girls eddie could like, of course he’d pick jason carver’s girlfriend. he kept ignoring the warnings, and now he’s in too deep. | eddie x fem!reader |

gold rush @marvelsswansong

eddie’s known you his whole life. he’s your best friend. in truth, he wants to be your boyfriend - he wants to call you his without it being a joke and to kiss you when you’re sober. but everyone loves you and wants you: he doesn’t like a gold rush. | eddie x fem!reader |

couldn't take you home @peppermint-toads

you get drunk at a party and your ex-boyfriend eddie rescues and takes care of you. | eddie x fem!reader |

bad idea 💜 @peterthepark

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My #1 post of 2022

.fairytale of new york | masterlist.

pairing: professor!bucky x fem!reader

summary: a semester in new york. a handsome man in a bar. whiskey neat. to the lighthouse. christmas lights. this is the tale of a whirlwind romance. a forbidden fairytale. college au.

series warnings: smut, 18+, minors dni, age gap (reader 19, bucky 34), student/teacher relationship

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I posted 974 times in 2022

That's 771 more posts than 2021!

68 posts created (7%)

906 posts reblogged (93%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@all-about-that-rec

@crowcoven

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@broosepayne

@xiaq

I tagged 64 of my posts in 2022

#fanfiction - 10 posts

#ao3 - 9 posts

#fanfic - 7 posts

#game of thrones - 6 posts

#fanfic recs - 5 posts

#got - 4 posts

#house of the dragon - 4 posts

#donna tartt - 4 posts

#jaime lannister - 4 posts

#fic recs - 4 posts

Longest Tag: 108 characters

#it also only took me 5 minutes to do all three and i heard back from one person in literally two minutes lol

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

me reading Carmilla weekly:

25 notes - Posted September 25, 2022

#4

OTPs are great but poly ships are where it’s at. Here are some of my favourites. Feel free to add more

If anyone wants fic recommendations, I have some for some ships. Also I would love recommendations for fics with any of these ships as well. Or any “real” books with poly relationships.

Harry Potter/Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley

Inej Ghafa/Jesper Fahey/Kaz Brekker

Jason Grace/Piper McLean/Reyna Ramirez-Arellano

Genya Safin/Zoya Nazyalensky/Alina Starkov

Lily Evans/James Potter/Regulus Black

Honestly all the crows together is great

Lily/James/Sirius/Remus

Dean Thomas/Seamus Finnegan/Ginny Weasley

Neville Longbottom/Luna Lovegood/Ginny Weasley

Suki/Sokka/Zuko

Ty Lee/Mai/Azula

Geralt/Jaskier/Yennefer

Poe/Finn/Rey

Peter Parker/Ned Leeds/Michelle Jones

Lyanna Mormont/Rickon Stark/Shireen Baratheon

Chel/Tulio/Miguel

You know I could ship most of the avengers together (fanon of course)

Harry/Ginny/Luna has potential

Hermione/Ginny/Fleur (I’ve read a few good fics with them)

25 notes - Posted February 4, 2022

#3

Yooooooo I just finished The Heroine’s Journey by Gail Carriger and it was so good!!! I don’t read a ton of non-fiction, especially not about writing, but  I picked this book up because I love Gail Carriger’s writing (I’ve read most of her Parasolverse and I’m planning on reading her other series eventually) and it was definitely worth it! Would highly recommend to “writers, readers, and fans of pop culture” as it says on the cover. 

34 notes - Posted July 7, 2022

#2

Can’t believe Mary Shelley used the words “dark orbs” to describe Henry’s eyes in Frankenstein :(((

59 notes - Posted May 23, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

found family is obviously a very popular trope and it’s in literally so much popular media

here are the ones I’ve read/watched but feel free to add your own

ATLA

Legend of korra

Six of Crows

Avengers

Guardians of the Galaxy

Most marvel stuff really

Harry Potter

Throne of glass

ACOTAR

Crescent city too i guess

She-ra and the princesses of power

Does umbrella academy count? It’s more like they chose to be a real family I guess

The Witcher

Like all Star Wars content ever

Shadow and bone

Probably all of Leigh bardugo‘s stuff but I haven’t read it all

Brooklyn nine nine

Batfam

Pirates of the Caribbean??

Ranger’s Apprentice (how popular is this??)

Raya and the last dragon

All Rick Riordan stuff ever too

The old guard!!!! Can’t believe I almost forgot

Lilo and stitch

I haven’t read too much of it yet but the raven cycle definitely seems like it fits

Lore Olympus

Anything by Eva Ibbotson (is this popular? Idk)

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I posted 27,598 times in 2022

That's 7,169 more posts than 2021!

5 posts created (0%)

27,593 posts reblogged (100%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@hotvampireadjacent

@icarusflightplan

@marshyoftheblobs

@pointnclick

@iamhereforthejellybears

I tagged 1,804 of my posts in 2022

#ashercore - 331 posts

#me - 66 posts

#mood - 30 posts

#art - 27 posts

#unreality - 22 posts

#goncharov - 19 posts

#critical role - 19 posts

#yes - 18 posts

#the batman - 15 posts

#fuck - 14 posts

Longest Tag: 138 characters

#‘confused girl’ i’ll turn you into dust with my mind. i’ll crush ur bones with my big fucking boots that i bought just to be bigger than u

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Bro I reblog so much cool shit from you, just dropping by to say dope blog and I hope you have something tasty to drink today

EYYYYYY THANKS BRO I appreciate that!!! I just reblog whatever makes me laugh, so I’m glad you enjoy coming along for the ride lmfao.

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#4

There are definitely greedy stoners. The only reason I've never tried weed is that when I was sitting outside with some friends who were passing a joint around, I asked for a puff and they all said no.

I think you just had bad friends 😔🙏 every Stoner I’ve known, including myself, is more then happy to share in the rotation. Weed is meant to be communal 🤌

2 notes - Posted September 5, 2022

#3

favorite poems?

Oh man, hard to say. I like Poetry, but it’s hard to pick specific poems. Deeply enjoy The Raven, and I like the really disjointed poems…hmm. I just love a good poem when it crosses my path 😭

2 notes - Posted July 7, 2022

#2

You TOAST the bread first!!! You don't put it on soft bread at all! Plus the beans are in just light tomato sauce, how is that wetter or weirder than ketchup or mayo on a sandwich? It's also delicious, and you shouldn't knock it till you try it. Plus it's a Working Class meal designed to be incredibly cheap, healthy, AND filling! Don't let the Tory Posh Twat Propergander Machine into your mind.

Oh my friend you misunderstand. Bean’s disgust me on a deep, fundamental level. I’m sure it’s very yummy for those who enjoy it, but I see a wet slop of beans on toast and it makes me ill. That would be my personal hell of a meal. No real disrespect tho, I was just kidding lmfao.

Tho I will say it just. It looks far too wet. Mayo and ketchup are thick usually. It’s also why I hate tomatoes on my sandwiches. So WET you sogging up my bread 😭

2 notes - Posted May 21, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

The Riddler, who kills people with a box of lives rats—

3 notes - Posted May 6, 2022

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