#it's not fleshed out but it exists okay. i didn't think through this but yeah it exists and im throwing it into the world

[unauthorized-author]

i think it'd be really cool if the Erins pulled a bristlefrost on moonpaw HEAR ME OUT okay so this is going to go along with the "ginger tabby is moonpaw's dead sibling" theory even if i don't 100% subscribe to it. BUT stay w/ me here the moonpool is threatened by twolegs, right? so, what if to save the moonpool, Moonpaw throws herself into the pool, which separates her from her sibling. her sibling is able to swim to the surface, but moonpaw drowns, thus taking her to StarClan it's already been shown StarClan can interact w/ the living world, like striking lighting and killing Mudclaw with a fucking tree, so what if Moonpaw goes to residents of StarClan, and convinces them to strike a tree into falling and blocking the twolegs path/crushing their equipment, thus saving the moonpool and her sibling meanwhile, is telling cats about this absurd plan and telling them to get the hell out of the way just in case it works. nobody wants to listen to them at first bc yk this tabby just appeared out of nowhere, but then Bay and Thift (sob) step forward like "Alderheart thought Thrift/I was pregnant with two, but she/I only gave birth to one." "yes mother and father it is i. your now dead daughter ate me in the womb" - something the Erins would do (see DOTC shenanigans) and they believe her because yeah, the Erins would do that. cats move out of the way, and BAM, the tree comes crashing down, saving the moonpool. maybe a leaf floats into the moonpool and the ginger sibling can see Moonpaw in the reflection, along with other ranks of StarClan, looking satisfied or something (this could possibly happen in the last book of changing skies)

since the ginger sibling was never really born, to celebrate, Bay and Thrift give them a warrior name. someone already had a kit named Sun- but we already have three -whisker names in ThunderClan throw a sun in there. "How do you like the name Sun?" "hell yeah" and Squilf gives them a warrior name because they've proven that they have what it takes or something. "From this day forward, you will be known as..." Name ideas: Sunsong - For being happy or something idk Suncloud - For rising through the clouds (coming back from the dead) like the sun Sunsky - Changing Skies? Hello?? The moon has sunk and in her place, the sun rose?? THE SKY LITERALLY CHANGING Sunwish - Tbh we just haven't really used this suffix a lot Sunflight - I just think it sounds neat... And they decide to give Moonpaw her warrior name too bc ofc she's worked hard throughout her apprenticeship and it all climatized in death + Bay and Thrift as loving doting parents get sad that the daughter they raised died Moonpeak - For PEAKING Moonstep - For walking among StarClan ig Moonshine - You're probably as tired as this suffix as I am, but maybe it's to always shine (like the moon) and guide the way Moonpuddle - A smaller version of the Moonpool. Kinda fucked though since she drowned Moonheart - The Erins LOVE the -heart suffix they'll find a way to shove it somewhere and obviously when i say "pull a bristlefrost" i don't mean to erase her as we know it, but yk, kill her. and her sibling comes back to life if we go along w/ this theory? a switcharoo?

OH, and I can't believe I nearly forgot, but the ginger tabby has kits and names the all-black kit after their sister because the Erins love their legacy names lately

[theonlymadmanonmars]

Hi hello hi. As an AroAce individual in a QPR who has no desire for a romantic or sexual relationship, I think shipping Alastor in QPRs is so so fun and people should do it more. I also think it works for a good amount if not all of the ships I've seen him in.

Alastor and Rosie: Hell yeah. They're already great friends and every interaction we've seen between them has been pure and adorable. Rosie Gently guiding Alastor through his identity because he isn't exactly up with the slang. Them going out for tea and human flesh Sunday afternoons. Them giving each other forehead kisses and holding hands platonically.

Alastor and Angle dust: Mhmm. Angle not really wanting Sex or romance after all he's been through. Angle respecting Alastor's identity and not pushing for anything more than friendship. Alastor not really liking Angle at first because of their differences, But tolerating him regardles. Alastor explaining to Angle that Romantic relationships don't have to involve Sex (I'm an Asexual Angle truther.) Angle offering Alastor a hug that Alastor reluctantly accepts. Them cuddling at night with a pinky Promise of nothing more.

Alastor and Vox: Go ahead. A fic about Alastor trying to Navigate exactly how he feels about Vox, Because when he died the term AroAce didn't exist, so he thinks it's romantic attraction, Maybe they kiss and Alastor is like "Ha! No!" Maybe that's why they had their falling out? Who knows.

Alastor and Lucifer: So So SO much Yes. (This is my personal favorite) The two of them hating each other, but putting up for each other for Charlie's sake. Slowly growing to actually tolerate and maybe even like being around the other. Exchanging snarky remarks in a more playful way. Alastor finding Lucifer sitting in a pile of ducks and despair and offering his hand to help him up and take him to the hotel. Never letting go of his hand. Fuck Enemies to Friends to Lovers I want an Enemies to Friends to Qpr arc goddamnit.

I do think it's okay to ship Alastor even outside of QPR's, BUT. If you do, don't just ignore Alastor's identity. AroAce people get far less representation than the rest of the LGBTQ+ community. I can think of one other canon Character off the top of my head. So it's not okay to erase the little rep we do get. In the end I think it's important to listen to what AroAce people have to say on the matter, it is our representation after all.

[moonydustx]

Flesh and bone, rag and cloth

Sabo x F!Reader.

summary: how to deal with a desperate situation? After being one of Doffy's victims, you reflect on the consequences with someone important.

warnings: nothing major. Mentions of dressrosa, f!reader was a rag doll.

Flesh. You could feel flesh. And bones, and hair, and fingers.

You were - for some reason that you weren't yet so lucid - becoming yourself again. Regardless of who had done such a thing, you would be grateful, after all, being a rag doll for three immense months was exhausting. Both mentally and for the threads that sewed your false body, which were far from being a resistant material.

Walking through the factory that had been tortured by your tormentor, you briefly forgot the chills it gave you when you saw a familiar face, a comrade in cause, fight and room: Koala.

Apart from the emotions and the huge jump you made towards her - which sent you both to the ground - the girl made a point of explaining a little of what had happened while they dealt with the whole problem.

In short, you had ceased to exist for them for that three long months. You had been sent to Dressrosa for reconnaissance, you had hesitated and ended up being caught by one of Doflamingo's commanders. From that moment on, you had become a rag doll that, defying any and all laws of physics, could walk, move and talk.

Even with the commanders wreaking havoc on the place, with all the armed escape and new information that Koala was trying to pass on to you, something still kept hammering at you: you had been forgotten.

Not as something common, something like a few minutes. For three months, they had no idea who you could be. It was as if they didn't see you in photos, as if they didn't notice your absence; after all, in those three months it was as if you were never meant to be part of the revolutionary army.

Thoughts plagued your head for the rest of the day and the night that followed. What happened to your things? Did no one think to check on you? And Sabo, what did he think of that?

Your friendship with Sabo became closer every day before you left on your mission. So close that it was hard to define it as a fine line between friendship and anything more intimate. Did he miss you?

Well, you were feeling his, and Koala briefly explained about Luffy's presence and you understood the importance of it to Sabo. There was no point in questioning it. Just as there was no point in talking to others, sitting down to eat or anything like that, you were displaced from the world outside the Smiles factory.

The outside of the ship under the moonlight became your best company that night, a way to try to understand what you had lost - and why it seemed like no one had lost anything but you.

"Do you plan on standing there all night, like a doll?" Seeing your surprised look at the boldness of the joke, Sabo immediately regretted his words. "Okay, too early."

"You're right." You simply answered, going back to contemplating the vast sea. Even lit only by the moon, it was still stunning.

"Horrible joke aside, you should be resting." He sat down next to you without ceremony. "And you should have eaten properly."

"Yeah, I should."

"Do you want to talk?" That sounded like a request, in a way you could understand why Sabo needed to talk to you. It had been three months, so many things could have happened. So many feelings could have been erased. "I know you."

"Well, for a while you didn't. No one knew me." You cringed, feeling goosebumps just remembering those desperate moments. "You have no idea what it's like to just disappear, to just be forgotten by everyone. It's been three months of being a complete void… Never mind, I don't want to stress you out with that." You shrugged, noticing that even though he was paying attention, Sabo still seemed to be far away thinking about something that went beyond the presence of the two of you.

"You're right, I have no idea what it's like to be forgotten. However, I think I'm an expert at forgetting."

"Oh Sabo." Regret crawled over your skin. Out of all the people there, maybe he wouldn't be the best person to talk to about this subject. "Forgive me, I hadn't thought about that."

"I can assure you that forgetting or being forgotten hurts. It's an emptiness that won't go away, but we learn to deal with it." He tried to give his best smile. "At least I've been trying."

"I know I'll get over it, but still, the fear is still inside, you know? What if you didn't show up or if your brother didn't end up with that idiot Doflamingo? You would forget me forever. I would be erased from existence."

Sabo analyzed you for a brief moment. The moonlight illuminated your face even more, in his eyes, beautiful even though it was furious, indignant. Scared.

"In those months, it seemed like something was missing, I just couldn't say what. Still, I kept separating jelly beans by color. I still collected tulips to leave on my desk and I couldn't even leave my clothes lying around without imagining a voice from beyond scolding me." He listed with a slight laugh escaping his lips. "You are ingrained in us, in the best of ways, you're in the way Koala fixes her hat or even in Iva's jokes. You can't be forgotten, not even if you wanted to."

"How do we deal with this? With this butterflies in our stomach that we get, that stupid thought of "What if". I know I'm here, that I'm fine, but if I close my eyes, I see it all over again, you know?"

"We deal with it… not by dealing with it. That old boring thing of one day after another makes sense. You crying or fighting or wanting to swim back to what's left of Dressrosa won't change anything at all." He saw you huff, frustrated. Which again, made him laugh. "I wish I could tell you something better, but that's it. One day after another."

"Okay, one day after another." You gave up, feeling him lean over and take your hand. "Weird, huh?"

"What, a hand?"

"Fingers. I mean, I've been without them for three months, they look like big sausages!" you laughed, as he kissed each of the fingers on your left hand.

"It's good to see them here."

"That's weird."

"Are you going to tell me you forgot how to use them?" Sabo commented in a clear joking tone, his face lighting up when he saw you pout. "Unbelievable. Did you really forget?"

"Sabo!" you took his hand, as if the touch, now filled with his laughter, burned you.

"Don't tell me that's why you've been avoiding dinner?"

"Have you tried holding chopsticks with that?" you raised both hands, seeing the blond laugh even more. "I hate you!"

"That's something I definitely don't want to forget." he wiped away a fake tear, as he forced himself not to laugh anymore. "Okay okay, I've stopped laughing. Shall we go?" he stood up and stretched his hand towards you.

"Do you intend to joke about this?"

"Maybe. My idea is to steal some food, go to the room and I'll help you with this new problem." He insisted and you accepted, standing up.

"Thank you Sabo." Any other words you could say were muffled against his chest, while Sabo's arms held you in a firm embrace. His lips touched exactly on your forehead, while the words were almost as silent as the night.

"I didn't know there was anything wrong, I just knew something was missing. It was you." He stopped himself, allowing himself to brush his lips under the top of your head in a chaste kiss. "We'll get through this together, I promise."

You pulled away just enough to nod, your eyes flooded, and after long minutes of hugging, Sabo began to guide you to the inner area of ​​the ship, still touching you. His hand on your waist, while guiding you, gave you goosebumps. God, is wonderful to be flesh and blood again.

"If you want, I can feed you. Like a bird, you know?" he suggested, seeing you immediately become indignant.

"Sabo… I hate you." Despite that, the laughter of both of you sounded in unison as you continued.

[meekmedea]

A silly ashcote au where magic and ghosts exist that's been floating around my mind for the past few days.

Clemmie and Reaper have known each other for some years now. Pretty close. Pen pals. Committed a murder together once. The usual friendship things.

Reaper's family has recently started getting on his back about him not seeing anyone. What starts out as a vague comment eventually became something along the lines of "yeah, I'm seeing someone. I'll introduce her the next time she's in 11." His sister assumed it was Clemmie, and he made a vague comment that was neither an agreement or disagreement. Unfortunately for Reaper, Laurie is a gossip, now the whole family believes they're dating 😔

He writes this in his next letter to Clemmie, and she tells him that sure, she'll play along. They can fake an amicable breakup or something at the end of her trip.

Thing is, he doesn't realize how dedicated she is to the bit. ie. she greeted him with a peck to the cheek when he met her at the train station and he was 2 seconds away from combusting.

He helps her get settled in the cabin she stays at (Hector's childhood cabin) and during this time, Clemmie finds a pair of rings. "Hey, look at this!" / "Clemmie. We're fake dating, not engaged." But he puts on the matching ring anyway just to admire it.

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This is where it goes ‘wrong’. The rings immediately resize to fit them perfectly, but neither of them can take it off. AKA when your ancestors have a different sense of humour than you do.

There's panic but whatever, they'll deal with this post family dinner, because Reaper's family has invited her to so that they can properly meet her. Especially Reaper's grandfather, who's a little skeptical about this 'relationship'. His relationship with someone from the Capitol didn't turn out the greatest, so he's a bit concerned about his grandson seeing a girl from the Capitol.

Evidently, the matching rings get noticed. Now they're fake-married. "The only reason I wasn't wearing mine was because she had to get it resized for me" --Reaper, lying through his teeth. Dinner is fine though. She's charmed almost everyone. Still working on Reaper's grandfather who's a bit wary.

Upon returning to the cabin after dinner, panic resumes. Why is this ring not coming off?? Enter Ludius and Anise's ghosts who accidentally get summoned when Clemmie cuts herself in the cabin. It's a flesh wound. Nothing concerning. Small pause as her great-grandparents are like: Ohh this is our great-granddaughter!! Then they return their attention to the ring, just for Ludius to say, "those rings won't come off unless one of you two are dead." The rings are an interesting bit of spellwork in that, Ludius also made it so that if one of the two people wearing the ring is unfaithful to the other, death occurs.

Reaper: *trying to process all this. He doesn't disagree that cheating is bad. He's just thinking death is maybe a big step to take.* Clemmie: Wait, he has a point. They deserve death if they cheat.

Nevertheless, there’s a problem here. Those rings aren’t coming off unless one of them are dead. Neither of them are feeling very murderous.

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The following weeks are spent attempting to overwrite the charm work while pretending to everyone else that they’re totally married.

By now, Reaper has moved into her cabin as it’d raise questions if they weren’t living together since they’re married.

At home, he has to deal with Ludius and Anise. Mostly Ludius, who swings between judging Reaper on every possible detail vs admitting he’s okay. Sometimes these two artists have opinions even if they work with different mediums.

Anise and Clemmie have bonded, she’s having in depth conversations in the garden about the poisonous plants that once grew there. Ludius and Clemmie vibe fairly well. Anise and Reaper vibe equally well over their Capitol “partner”. Sometimes they’ll look at Ludius and Clemmie and just be like, “Capitolites.” (Affectionate)

Ludius and Anise are also very perceptive. They’re constantly like: mhm, they’re just friends. 😏

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Notable hijinks that also happen during this is Clemmie winning over Reaper’s grandfather. There’s a passionate speech involved with how he’s wrong to think she’d ever abandon him for some richer guy. (Of course she’s thinking this in terms of friendship. Totally not in denial) Reaper and Clemmie have a few more cute moments and both are wondering - would it be so bad if this was real? - but unable to say it out loud to the other.

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This next part could be best summed up as: previous marriage pact between two friends nearly causes local man to lose his life to unhinged blond.

Trouble first arrives in the form of a blond man. Do you remember the marriage pact? Yeah, Clemmie made one with Coriolanus when they were kids. And only one of them took it seriously. And he’s come knocking. Reaper answers the door and is still committed to the bit - yes, he’s her husband. What about it?

Coriolanus takes it as well as you’d imagine. Not great. He’s also under the impression that Reaper tricked her into a marriage. While he can’t see the ghosts, they’re judging Coriolanus SO hard.

Clemmie was going to tell Coriolanus the truth about the rings but then she started getting upset at what he was saying about Reaper and the Districts that she didn’t even bother explaining.

There’s an attempted murder on Reaper. He’s recovering. Because he’ll live, Clemmie has left his bedside. She is currently on a warpath for a certain blond. She doesn’t care for subtlety at this point.

Imagining amongst the old guard there’s rules/etiquette that’ve stopped being popular after Ludius’ generation. Like duels. And Clemmie is bringing that back, she’s challenging Coriolanus to one to the death. She’s got grounds to after he attempted to kill her husband.

There is justice to be had.

[olivish]

DAY, EXT. in the gently thawing woods outside Kier DEVON: Can you -- this birthing cabin, you can take us there, right? So we can talk to his innie? COBEL: Not yet. Even under the cover of dark, it's perilous. We wait for night.

2 hOuRs LaTeR...

DEVON hugs her whipping jacket as she studies the treeline, looking for nothing in particular. MARK leans against the car, fists in his pockets, scuffing his boot into the mud underfoot, each swipe digging the hole a bit deeper. COBEL watches the road like a sentry, unmoved and unmoving. She may or may not have blinked in the past two hours. With a heavy sigh, DEVON checks her watch. She's so fucking hungry. She goes to her car and rummages in the glovebox for a granola bar, but all she finds are wrappers. DEVON: Fuck. MARK rotates his head a few degrees, squinting at his sister through the hair in his eyes. DEVON: How far back was that gas station? Was it... it after the turn for Kiercrest, right? MARK: Why? DEVON: I think I'm gonna get a sandwich. MARK: A gas station sandwich. Wow. Are you like, suicidal, or... DEVON: No more suicidal than the guy with a freshly drilled hole in his head. Did she even Spackle over it, or... MARK: Still healthier than a gas station sandwich. COBEL (nearly inaudible): I have quiche. The siblings Scout turn to COBEL. Did she just speak? DEVON: Sorry, what? COBEL shifts her weight from one foot to the other. Her lips barely move as she repeats,

COBEL: I have quiche. MARK: Yeah, quiche. Okay. Well, if it's even half as bad as your revolting cookies, MRS SELVIG-- COBEL: I didn't make the quiche. My boyfriend did. DEVON: I'm sorry, wait-- MARK: Now I've heard everything. DEVON: You have a boyfriend? MARK: She's making it up. She told me she had a dead husband building her a house in the afterlife. Never saw those blueprints, by the way. COBEL: My boyfriend is a real person. He owns a diner and he sent me off with a quiche. For my journeys. DEVON and MARK exchange a look. COBEL's eyes narrow into slits as she trudges to the truck to get the quiche, in an aluminum pie plate, covered with cling wrap. The cling wrap blows off in the wind. COBEL pretends not to notice the plastic float away as she marches back through the snow and presents incontrovertible proof of her boyfriend's existence to the unbelievers.

DEVON: Wow, that looks... um, you ate half already? COBEL: It's from the diner. It's a popular item. MARK: Oh, so your boyfriend gave you half a quiche. Is that right? Wow, congratulations, he must really love you so much. DEVON: Mark, don't be an asshole. MARK: I'm not being an asshole, I'm just getting the latest story straight. Her boyfriend gave her half a quiche from his diner at like, nine in the morning, which, by the way, means it's leftovers... DEVON, to COBEL: I'm sorry. MARK: And everyone knows eggs travel super well, so giving them to her for her journeys was an incredibly thoughtful gesture from her boyfriend. Sounds like soulmates to me. COBEL, quiche in hand, advances steadily on Mark, her gaze trained on him like a laser-guided missile. MARK's mocking grin fades as confusion sets in, then something approaching fear as he stumbles back a step.

COBEL: And then Imogene gaveth Kier a bounty eggs for his journeys, so he would know neither hunger of flesh nor of spirit, and by her eggs he knew her love, and would eat no other eggs but hers thereafter. MARK's mouth falls open but no sound comes out. COBEL flashes a dominating smile. She walks back to her truck, pausing at the door to wrestle a fork from depths of her coat pocket. She wipes the fork clean of lint before she eats alone in the truck with the door closed. DEVON gives MARK a disapproving glare. MARK: Seriously? You're on her side? DEVON: She was gonna share that. MARK: The bounty of diner guy's holy eggs? Not likely. Devon shakes her head and goes back to staring at trees. Mark reclaims his post by the side of the car, kicking his boot into his mud groove. DEVON: You think he's hot? MARK: Who? DEVON: Cobel's boyfriend. MARK: Jesus Christ. DEVON looks back to the truck where COBEL is eating, menacingly. DEVON: Because I can't picture her with someone not hot.

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i haven’t played the quest but i’m very curious why you’d think it sucks ass (will read ur reply after i play it if u do respond. no pressure!)

honestly i can't even pinpoint a specific thing for me it was just that the overall execution was really bad? or unpolished. it felt like reading/playing through a rough draft/bullet point summary of something that could have been good if executed with more care and given like at least 2 or 3 acts to actually flesh itself out. like i actually liked the start of it but then the story really started speedrunning out of nowhere.

i am genuinely undecided if the story itself was truly "bad" bc it's different from the bad i felt with natlan's aq/everyone loves mavuika shit. there were several points with a lot of potential/interest but they just glossed over everything, which is like. the exact opposite of what people were hoping for out of this story. but those potentially good points might only be there bc of the literal YEARS of lore to build up to this point. so to see it be glazed over and "resolved" in such a half hearted way makes it feel almost insulting lol.

more specific spoilerly things under the cut

evil durin not actually getting to resurrect and at best do some goofy villain mimic murder framing shit was such a cop out. i want to SEE the evil dragon damn it and clearly now we never will!!!!

the resolution with mini durin in general just felt like such a cop out ending it COULD have been good if that entire part was fleshed out more, but little dude just showed up at the end and said yeah let's do this!!!!!!!

I also feel like evil durin wasn't really given like. a chance? he was described as an angry child and then completely waved off as a completely evil entity that must die/fuse with mini "good" durin. I feel like previous arcs gave him a lot more nuance (ESPECIALLY from subject 2 parallels and simulanka/mini durin's entire existence) that was just ignored so we could have a clear bad guy to blame everything on

actually ties in with my above point about never getting to see the evil dragon. I feel like we never truly confront durin which kind of felt like. should have been the Big Thing that happens in albedo's story but nah

they really bamboozled us with the trailer lol it painted a compleeeeeetely different picture from what actually ended up happening like all those bad ass scenes with albedo looking all menacing and shit? tame af and a completely different context in the actual quest

i wouldn't have hated the "reveal" that the whole murder set up was actually a long term plan to lure out evil durin if it was revealed more subtly... and maybe if so many people weren't actually in on it/figured it out... i was actually enjoying the quest up until the fake herta scene and then it just went into a dump of "no yeah we expected this" and then speedran the rest like. okay? glad everything went according to your perfect plan albedo

mondstadt invasion sequence felt so poorly implemented and animated lol but it could have been good if it was even half of what the natlan invasion sequence was like (genuinely the only thing natlan did well). like damn give it at least one proper cutscene that actually makes it look like the city is being invaded

I did like the idea of rotating through the different playable characters defending the city but again implemented so poorly i did not feel any urgency with it. also please never make me play an amber/mika duo ever again

also didn't help that they spent pretty much the entire invasion info dumping the main lore points that led up to this situation like please show don't tell

venti felt somewhat. out of character? in a way that rubbed me the wrong way. like he was too involved. made a lot of things too convenient. or like. it's a bit too common knowledge now that he's barbatos? not exactly sure what it was but I actually did not enjoy venti's presence for once

i liked the hexenzirkel trials bit and that boss fight is fun but it felt like we spent 5 seconds there. there should have at least been a domain leading up to the boss

also spent like 5 seconds speedrunning the resolution with mini durin like okay.......... sure.............. #alchemyYay

honestly everything that happened after the fake herta scene felt like a blur of a nothingburger that also somehow had a lot of lore in it but all the interesting parts of that lore happened off screen so it's really nothing

could literally hear someone yelling in the background of this quest going "OKAYYYY WRAP IT UP MOVE IT ALONG WE GOT OTHER SHIT TO DO"

stop dropping interesting one-liners of lore at the end of quests!!! what do you MEAN rhinedottir ate the ruler of life!!!!!

[blackbird-brewster]

CME 18x08 'Tara' - Episode Tnoughts

Spoilers Below the Cut

Overall, I thought this episode was pretty boring. I had already predicted the whole Tara & her Mom stuff. But I wish we had gotten MORE meat and bones, ya know? They basically rehashed the very little we already knew about what happened, but we didn't actually learn anything NEW about Tara. (Other than finally getting a name for her mom! Woooo, small joys for fic writers!)

Aisha and Nicole acted their fucking HEARTS out!!! Give these women a million awards. GOD. The PAIN in Rebecca's face at the hospital just KILLED me!

Also, I think I just got interested in a whole new OT3 with whatever this is right here.

And perhaps I am already planning on writing a fic where Tara doesn't make it and Emily and Penelope (who have both been in love with Tara) help Rebecca through her grief

It makes me think of this great Collider article from a couple of years ago:

I had also already predicted we'd get a proposal this season back in May (see above text to @swpf), because they've been giving Tebecca SO many parallels to JJ/Will. Like, it was clear from the start of this season that they were setting us up for this proposal. And while it was VERY wholesome and cute.... TARA AND REBECCA HAVE ONLY BEEN DATING NINE GODDAMN MONTHS!!!!

WHHHHHYYYYYYYYYYYY are we doing a speed run of the FIRST canon queer relationship!?!?!?! They U-Hauled back in S16 when they'd only been dating two months. And now THIS?!??! 😩😩😩😩

I have already talked AT LENGTH about this. About how (up until S18) Tara/Rebecca's relationship only ever existed off-screen. Now, it feels l like the showrunners killed Will off and then went 'Tara and Rebecca need to get married right now, immediately!'

WE DON'T EVEN KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT REBECCA!!!!!! What is her story?! We know she has an ex-wife named Elaine. We know she slept with Evan in law-school. And we have BARE basics about her career.... but that's IT. We still don't know jack shit about Tara after seven seasons, or Luke for that matter so I don't know why I'd ever expect the writers to flesh out Rebecca.

OKAY, all of that aside, like I said, the proposal itself was supes fluffy and wholesome and cute. And I am SO happy for Tara and Rebecca -- but I am also even MORE worried about Rebecca's survival rate now.

Because you know who CM writers love to kill/injure??? SPOUSES (and love interests in general). Hayley Hotchner. Krystall Rossi. Will LaMontange. ALL OF THEM ARE DEAD. 😩😩😩😩😩😩

I just have to keep repeating: Nicole is in S19, Nicole is in S19, Nicole is in S19, Nicole is in.... *deep breath* Time to go smile and kick my feet at how precious and beautiful these two woman are.

The rest of the episode.....

In terms of the investigation, this episode only deepened my theory about Tyler being The Disciple. HE was WAYYYYYYY too quick on the draw with his whole 'Evan staged it to look like the Network did this, to throw suspicion off himself' Even Emily was like 'Tyler, wtaf do you mean?????'

AND THEN HE WAS ALONE IN GARCIA'S OFFICE!!! 'I thought it would be unlocked' MY ASS. That man was absolutely up to no good. I DO NOT TRUST HIM.

And Dr. Ochoa is still WAY at the top of my suspect list too. But just like with Evan, Emily really went 'Oh we don't trust any of your nursing staff, but we trust you!' LIKE!?!?!?! WHAT IS HAPPENING HERE?!?!?!? 🤨

Then when the team DID consider Evan a possible suspect.....and had HIS DNA on the shooter's mask....his fiance was like 'oh some random guy came into the house yesterday.' And the BAU went 'Yeah, he probably stole some laundry to get Evan's DNA! Case closed!'

LIKE ARE YOU KIDDING ME????????????? Why'd they drop it SO quickly?!!?! I still believe Evan is involved in this FOR SURE.

I don't know what to expect for the next two episodes tbrh. We already know Voit is BACK AGAIN in S19 (WHHHHHHHYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!?), so I don't actually expect any ACTUAL closure on this whole Disciple & the Unsub Network 2: Electric Boogaloo shit.

[starlightsuffered]

Bambi (p10)

Info - sex, ass eating, daddy kink, eating cum out of ass, being came on, sub space, calling reader puppy, choking, ass slap, fucking outside, getting caught having sex, hand job

I woke up with a happy smile on my face. I was with Lee, my Lee! He was back and he loved me. I pulled back from him. We were both still naked. I began to kiss all over his face. His eyes stayed shut but he was smiling.

"Bambi," he giggled. "It's like being woken up by a puppy."

"I'll be your puppy if you be my owner," I offered immediately.

"Yeah?" He cooed. "Want a little collar?"

He caressed my Adam's apple with his thumb. I gulped, thoroughly turned on by the idea. I crashed my lips to his. He was surprised but he kissed me back. I sucked on his tongue needily.

"You're pretty damn hard," he groaned as my cock leaked between us.

"That'll mfff, happen when you, fuck, sleep naked in the arms of the hottest man on earth," I moaned as he worked my stickiness up and down my length.

"Hottest man in the world Huh?" He asked cheekily.

"Yes," I agreed. I got off his lap and jumped out of the truck.

"What are you doing?" Called Lee.

"Come out, in nature!" I said excitedly. Lee jumped out of the truck. He was bony and knobbly and gorgeous.

"Get on the truck bed," I begged.

"You've gotten more confident," Lee laughed. He hoisted himself up on the truck. He spread his legs like he knew what I needed. We didn't need lube with how much I leaked.

I shoved my cock inside his ass and began to work myself. It was bliss. Not any boy but the boy.

"You feel so damn good," he moaned.

"I live to serve daddy," I whined. He didn't say anything. He laid back and enjoyed his prostate being milked.

"Lee," I complained.

"Yeah puppy?" He asked.

"C-can you please make some noise or show me I affect you."

His eyes went dark.

"You think you don't affect me?" He asked and grabbed my neck.

"I-I don't know I try my best," I stuttered. He pulled me to him and groaned into my mouth before giving me a sloppy kiss. His hands traveled down to grip my ass. He slapped it before his fingers dug into my flesh. I gasped.

I let my fingers card through his curls. He squeezed my ass. I was whimpering into the kiss. I was fucking into his hole as hard as I could.

"Fuck Bambi, you've got the dick of a god," he gritted out.

"You feel so good," I whined.

"You're so deep," he gasped. His hand went to his cock and he was jacking off wildly.

"I want you to cum on me," I begged. Being out in nature like this was incredibly arousing.

"Yeah, puppy wants covered in daddy's cum?" He smirked.

"Yes, yes please," I whimpered as I rutted into his ass desperately.

"This feels so good, this feels too good," I panted. I could feel myself dipping into sub space. All that existed was Lee. I was floating on a cloud of pleasure

"M'gonna cum Lee. Daddy I'm gonna explode," I said pitifully, my voice getting higher pitched.

"Let go puppy. Come on Bambi, cum for me, cum for your daddy," he moaned as he stroked himself.

"Ah, ah, mm, ahhhhh," I whined and let loose. Six thick ropes of cum shot into Lee's ass.

"Oh fuck yes!" Lee cried and then his cock was spewing cum out and over me. I felt like I was being anointed with holy water as he covered my chest.

"F-fuck," I stuttered as I watched the semen dripping down my body. I fell to my knees.

"Woah, you okay there?" Lee asked. He was going to help me up but instead I spread his legs.

"Whatcha doing there?" He smirked and quirked an eyebrow. I let my tongue slither out and I lapped at the cum seeping from his hole.

"That feels good," he moaned. I dove in and began to feast. My tongue curled inside him. I traced his hole with my tongue. I could taste a mixture of my cum and his natural flavor and bit of sweat.

I moaned into his ass. I was drooling from how delicious this all was. I massaged his cheeks in my hands.

"Fuck you're good at that," Lee gasped. I lapped at him, my lips working over time.

"Hey! That's disgusting!" We heard the shout of a man. Lee was scrambling off the truck bed. He helped me up. I could hear the pounding of feet.

Lee started the truck and made a difficult turn. A red face man slapped his hand against the window before Lee pulled away.

I burst into laughter. Lee looked at me and gave me a crooked grin.

"That was kinda hot," I panted.

"Yeah it was," Lee chuckled.

@windmillsaregiants

[thetrgger]

One of my teachers, a really cool and interesting guy, once said that, if you had an idea, and someone else did that, then it was never yours. An idea is yours if you think it and go as far as you can with making it real. That is when it is your idea. And I don't know how to make games, especially not on the level I think this idea deserves to be made on, but I do have the idea, and I've thought on how to theoretically make it, though I am sure that counts for little. Anyways, here it is: A horror game based on the idea of superposition, where something can be in multiple states until measured. In this case, it is the (what I'll refer to as) monster that is in superposition, in multiple locations at once, perhaps in different forms as well. I never liked the overused horror monster that could only kill when not looked at, so I turned it on its head. Now we have a monster, created by the classic human meddling with space-time, that you must absolutely not look at it. Measure it with thine eyes, and it will be there, and it will see you as you see it, and boy does it want you dead. You'll have to go through the tight halls of a wrecked Research Centre™ as well as disturbingly large rooms, and in a place as ruined as this, you best watch your step, or meet your end at something as boring as sharp debris, falls or inconveniently positioned equipment.

What was the reason for all this science mumbo jumbo that lead to this creature? Why, the search for immortality of course. If you could exist in multiple states at one time, it would not matter if you died once, you have more states to live in that are perfectly fine. Except whoever greenlit this project probably didn't consider the consequences of using death-row inmates as test subjects, and skipping any animals. The result was a "human", born a big ol' murderer, that had their atoms flung around a tad too much and now they resemble that of a blended squirrel without the fur and double the terror. And this stuff was in prototype phase, so each and every state of the poor buddy is gonna be uniquely screwed up. Maybe they have about fifty six eyes too many and they really don't appreciate not having any eyelids... That or the pain of being a flesh creature with too many views of one ugly idiot staring at them. Maybe they're blinder than the genetical defect of a child between a mole and a bat with the hearing of Mr. Krabs when the cash register goes off, and god are your footsteps loud and annoying (but, you know, also the immeasurable pain of being a creature like that.) I think you get the idea. Don't worry, they won't stay put even if they want to though, being a "living" creature in superposition is not your average Tuesday (the canonical day this would take place) and their states just kinda float around when not observed. Maybe the freaky, breathing blob of skin is on the 4th floor one moment, but the other, it is two feet to your left.

Oh, but of course, you want to GET OUT of the terrifying and dangerous ruin, yeah, I forgot about that tidbit. How do you do that? Well, this wasn't your run of the mill Bachelors students doing a group project, the Government™ was all over this and made sure it was the number one top secret. Only people who knew worked in the place itself, or at least resided there, and they did not fancy any easy access, so you gotta go against some big ol' doors, buddy.

Now gimme a second to decide where this takes place geographically. Okay, did some wheel spinning, picked a country from every continent plus one from the entire world, and the mix of all these is gonna be what this country is gonna be like: Europe, Estonia; Asia, Armenia; Africa, Tunisia; North America, Grenada; South America, Bolivia; Oceania, Nauru and all countries, Netherlands. Okay, so let's say they have the language of Estonia, architecture of Armenia, food of Tunisia, people of Grenada, geography and nature and terrain and stuff of Bolivia, history of Nauru and general influences on all parts from Netherlands. Credit to random wheel jr.

Oh and there's also Martin. Martin is just chilling. The whole superposition thing worked perfectly on him, he wasn't even supposed to be on death row, got framed by accident (he doesn't mind.) He just exists all over the world. Maybe you see Martin, he says hello, asks how your day is, that stuff. Come back the next day and he isn't there, but don't worry, one of him will float back around to you one day. He just chills, nothing much. No pain, no anger, no nothing. Just a cool guy. Scared of the water, but otherwise unperturbed, just carries on existing.

[not-poignant]

thoughts on shane from stardew valley?

He's okay, though I've never romanced him.

When I started playing, he wasn't romanceable, and he didn't have the extra cut-scenes etc. that he has now. The blue chicken storyline didn't exist, for example. I'm really glad it does now! Because it feels like he has probably one of the most complete and happiest storylines out of any character there, whether you date him or not.

He gets to come out of Stardew purgatory. Some of the characters you only really 'save' by marrying them. Like Sebastian stays stuck in the basement, Penny's still with her horrible alcoholic mom (though you can at least upgrade their house I guess), Alex never finds a path for his future (I know he now has his final final cut scene, but ehhh), and so on.

Shane gets out of it and gets to be happy no matter what, as long as you just keep moving through all of his cut-scenes. I think that's nice.

But I don't really have much of an interest in personally romancing him and I'm not a huge fan of alcoholism at the best of times (having lived with alcoholics. Once you're a COA you're always a COA).

I actually kind of laugh at how rude he is to you in the beginning, because it just makes me laugh, all these really rude characters who just get slowly won over by jars of mayonnaise.

So yeah, I don't mind him! I think him being ultimately kind to animals, and concerned for Jas (while not constantly talking about babies), means I'm kind of soft for him even if he's not someone I'd romance in the game. I think Eric Barone did a fantastic job with adding to his character as the builds kept coming, and made him really fleshed out and he's probably now the most fleshed out NPC in the game, likely because he has the most sensitive storyline.

Idk, I think that's kind of cool!

[sunsoakedhighhopes]

Captain America issue #5, Case #3 - Killers of the Bund

In this issue, a group of German Nazis (I say German, because of course, there are American Nazis, and those are actually the most commonly featured Nazis in these comics) have started terrorizing prominent German-American citizens who refuse to join their ranks.

So, here's something that I think is historically interesting. We have a panel of Bucky and Steve musing that German-Americans are nice people, despite the war with Germany that's happening in Europe. This is reinforced in the MCU with the first scene between Steve and Erskine when we see Erskine almost tense up when Steve comments on him being German, and his later relief when Steve expresses that he isn't going to judge him.

And I understand the difference here, between this and what is about to happen to Japanese-Americans in this country just six months after this issue released. Because Erskine, and Bob Shmidt aren't just German-Americans, they are also German Jews who fled Germany. But I do think it's interesting, because I don't think we are likely to see this sentiment expressed by Steve about Japanese-Americans in the coming issues. I don't know. It will be interesting to see.

Okay, so one of Bucky's friends, Bob Shmidt, and his family are from Germany, and the Nazis have attempted to recruit his father for something. When he refuses, they beat him up and he ends up in the hospital. Bob runs to inform his friend Bucky what happened, which is very fortuitous, since, you know, Bucky is secretly bff with Captain America.

Yeah, you are Steve. Go get em!

Steve and Bucky sneak into the Nazis compound -- or, rather, they attempt to sneak in.

Bucky, how did you not see the bucket before you stepped in it? Okay, well you know how it is. If you can't sneak in, then you'll just have to fight your way in.

Steve and Bucky fight off a literal battalion of Nazis, and I didn't grab the panel, but Steve says, "You've had enough, eh? You're pretty brave until someone stands up to you and fights!" and that just feels like a very Steve line to me.

So, Steve and Bucky leave the Nazis in a pile of beat-up flesh, tell them to never threaten anyone again, and leave. I mentioned in my last post that Steve typically doesn't kill the enemies -- and I want you to hang onto that thought until later in this post -- and he says, "Well, we're going now. We never hit men when they're licked -- We're not Nazis! -- but we'll be back! The time has come for Americans to teach you a lesson! We'll be seeing you!"

Now, there's this thing in the middle of every issue, where kids could send in a dime and join Captain America's Sentinels of Liberty. Basically, they just got a membership card in the mail. it was a way for kids to feel like they were a part of the fight along with Steve, and I think they maybe actually did hold meetings (but those meetings were really just, like Captain America fanclub meetings).

I've talked previously about how Bucky works as a stand-in for the audience, but I swear I read somewhere, though I have to admit I cannot find the source again, that the Sentinels of Liberty was actually a means of propaganda in its own right, because kids would talk to their parents about how they were fighting Nazis, and how their parents should fight Nazis, too. Essentially it was a means to drive support for America getting involved in the war. Don't quote me on that, as I cannot find my source, but I swear I read this somewhere, and I think this case is really interesting if you view it through that lens.

Anyway, the Sentinels of Liberty exist in the comic itself (though this is the first time we've seen them -- again, let that thought hang out in the back of your mind a bit), as well, and are meetings where kids gather to talk about how they can help in the fight against Nazis. Like, literally join in the fight against Nazis.

Bucky of course, is the leader of one of these groups, and he holds a meeting the next day (yes, with fellow small children) where he instructs the members to find the location of other Nazi hideouts and report back so that Captain America can mop them up -- not that Bucky knows how to contact Captain America, because secret identity or something (?) -- but no one questions this apparent flaw in the plan.

Also, y'all, there is a picture of the group, and there is one black child in the group, and y'all.... the art.... ooof. That's all I can say. It's bad.

Okay, so these small children start spying on literal Nazis -- which I mean, look, you do what you gotta do, this was probably actually happening in Germany -- but as a means of propaganda, it is kinda a lot. Bucky happens to overhear two Nazis talking about how, at that precise moment in time, there are some other Nazis on their way to "take care of Captain America". Bucky runs back to camp to warn Steve...

...but it's too late because Steve is already missing.

I'm honestly not clear on whether the presumption is supposed to be that they took him from his tent (or at least camp) since they shouldn't actually know where to find him -- since secret identity and all -- but hold that thought, because the plot holes in the secret identity thing are big enough to drive a van though in one of the upcoming cases.

Anyway, where is Steve? Steve is passed out and being manhandled by a bunch of Nazi men.

Note that he is in his uniform, which would mean that he was taken as Captain America and not as Steve. But still...

Okay, so they knocked out Steve with some sleeping gas of their own invention, tied him up, and then we get this exchange.

Steve! You are a menace. Also I love how absolutely nonchalant Steve is, because then they tell Steve that they're going to use the sleeping gas to knock out the whole town and then take it captive. And then they quickly discover that they probably should have kept that detail to themselves, because this upsets Steve a great deal, and we get this:

Like, I am absolutely enamored with the fact that Steve was like "Okay, I'll stand here and pretend like you actually have me captured because it amuses me and I have clever quips about it" and then he's just like, okay, now I'm done pretending, and completely wipes the floor with all of them.

I mean, they didn't even successfully have him tied up (score one for Steve bondage fics where he breaks his bondage when he gets bored with it).

The Nazis run for their planes, and we canonically have Steve being able to fly a plane.

Also.... remember how I was like, Steve typically doesn't kill the villains.... yeah, that all changes here, where he literally does go target them and hunt them down.

Which is.... interesting, I think? The US didn't join the war until four months after this issue was released. Yes, ostensibly we joined the war because of Pearl Harbor, but things had decidedly been moving in that direction before Pearl Harbor. I just feel like we can track the overall feelings about the war and the Nazis by how Steve handles them at any given point in time during his run.

After he shoots down all the Nazis, and has a fist fight with one of them on the wing of an airplane (hello, Indiana Jones) he lands back on the ground where he meets Bucky, who tells him that the members of the Sentinels of Liberty (and their fathers) have gone to raid the Nazi hideout where they went before. Yes, again, literal children show up at the Nazi camp with a bunch of sticks and start kicking Nazi ass. And then Steve shows up and the Nazis flee.

Later Bob Shmidt's father turns up at camp to thank Steve for taking care of Bob when he was in the hospital (uh.... Steve did not take care of Bob while his father was in the hospital, he was off fighting Nazis.... with Bob! ... but anyway...)

Steve! Actually I think this is kind of sweet. He wants to reassure them that Captain America knows they appreciate what he does.

And Steve somehow manages to avoid KP-duty this time. May miracles never cease.

[erstwhilesparrow]

okay. been thinking about double life mecha AUs because there's some really good pacific rim AUs out there that make me want to chew on drywall. let's. attempt putting thoughts to words:

not really thinking about pacific rim specifically on account of I Haven't Finished That Movie. the drift thing sounds cool, i am generally willing to trust that it can be / is an interesting analogue for soulbonds. people should tell me if this is true / false.

also thinking about the way friends at the table tends to talk about mechs. Mechs Are About Bodies. what bodies do we think are beautiful / terrifying / grotesque. what do we think of as a human body. how do we talk about bodies and machines and where are the [blurred lines / overlaps / divergences]. this can be interesting when considered next to double life on account of [minecraft bodies are weird]? the only way to really interact with them is. distantly or violently. you can throw someone a thing but you can't put that thing in their hand directly. you can punch someone but you can't hold them. you can stand in front of someone but that doesn't necessarily stop them from moving past / through you. i don't have more of a thing here but this could be Interesting To Play With.

thinking about neon genesis evangelion's thing where their mechs are explicitly an attempt to copy a technology / being that they didn't quite understand that was capable of destroying the world. connected to this, thinking about minecraft as a game whose history clearly contains Something Happening. the ruins and the ancient cities and so much of it overgrown and wrecked. i like the idea of their mechs being something they copied the shape of but not the purpose. like, these things used to be used for games and now they are for war?

("sparrow are you implying the existence of mech sports" yeah have you ever seen friends at the table's bonus episode where they play Sports Are Just Numerology and invent mech sports. it's good and important and There's Precedent. you're lucky i didn't try to bring Mech Fishing into this.)

related to the point about games, opening sentence that struck me and never went anywhere: "It works just like the old games: three strikes and you're out." (about martyn trying to save grian, trying to save ren, trying to save cleo, and then failing or being rejected at each turn and giving up and killing scott. the realization that grian didn't want / need to be saved from scar in 3rd life. the dying right after ren did trying to kill desert duo in that season's finale, and also i hear whispers about helping ren out with a fire in his base in last life? thinking cleo needs to be convinced / saved from scott in double life and being told no, cleo suggested this and wanted it. hell, even as its own thing separate from mechs, this is not completely nothing.)

considering a scene where cleo, fed up with whatever nonsense martyn's doing, asks what he's even trying to accomplish, and martyn answers, "I'm going to get us out of here." which. implies some things. i haven't bothered fleshing out those things.

mech names. shoutout to Thunderbirds_and_Lightning for Slingshot Eden and Flower Delta. shoutout to friends at the table for Belgard and Stray Dog and a million other incredible names that i'm forgetting. wouldn't it be fun to have names that refer to each part of the pair. Mawseed:Brachiate. Calotrope:Diffusion. wouldn't it be fun to put them next to each other ostensibly joined but still visibly separated by something. consider the ways this can be like soulmates.

okay 100% this one is a porn premise but thinking about that post that's like "mech pilots aren't horny because of the joy of meeting your equal in battle or whatever, they're horny because the mechs have direct connections to their nervous systems and inextricably link violence / destruction to being pumped full of dopamine / oxytocin" and martyn getting fucked up while still connected to the mech and later showing up on cleo's doorstep talking about how his brain's gotten scrambled and asking them to hurt him because it's the only thing that feels good anymore and they're the only one who gets it. (alternatively, asking to have someone to hurt. alternatively alternatively, neither of them quite actually wants to be the one getting hurt but also they are the only ones who understand each other about this so they suck it up and deal and remind themselves they'll get their turn later.)

actually. direct nervous system connection to the mech is Also something that would be fun and interesting to play with just in full generality. i don't have more here but like. You Can Make This Upsetting (tone: having fun :] ). (Mechs Are About Bodies: what bodies count as bodies? what's a fair punching bag and what needs careful maintenance and how might a war adjust those priorities? -- thinking also about that one ttrpg that has a move specifically called Meat Is Cheap; Save The Metal.)

also thinking about that post about. mech pilots should be more visibly changed by their connections to their mechs? like. can't keep down food that isn't This One Specific Nutrient Paste. visibly haggard and also drippy from spending so much time in the cockpit filled with the fluid that lets them interface with the mech. clearly moving in ways and with the force necessitated by a giant body of metal, even when not in that giant metal body. cleo and martyn using each other as mirrors, tracking the other's deterioration (comparing it against their own?) and feeling some type of way about it? could do miserable (delightful) sickfic about this.

related to above: (1) cleo and martyn as mirrors of each other ("we're both survivors"). (2) that thing about not having mirrors causing you to kind of forgetting you're a person (and this also, is about mechs, because when you make a world with mechs it is probably good to ask: 'are mechs people?' AND 'are the people put inside mechs considered people?' thank you austin walker for your list of mech questions.).

[hotpoopymilk]

okay maybe i'm stupid but i still don't understand how ben/jennifer/squid monster was able to completely erase the umbrellas from existence?? like, they were just like, "oh yeah, the durango cancels out the marigold hardy har," but like how? i understand how it would kill them and destroy the marigold because it's a giant squid monster swallowing them up, but how can a durango squid monster prevent them from ever even existing when they already existed? they existed HARD. maybe there's something i'm missing or maybe steve "i like to make brothers have weird romantic tension with their adopted sisters" blackman just didn't fully flesh out the plot or think the ending through for more than five seconds, idk.

like, i could've lived with them dying. i would've hated it, for sure, but i could've lived with it. but being COMPLETELY ERASED FROM EXISTENCE??? i'm rewatching the show now and the ending has just completely ruined it for me cause it's just like, "well canonically none of this ever even happened and it's all just bullshit now." like, your series finale should not completely destroy all rewatch value for your show, i feel like that's very good sign that your finale sucked total ass. justice for five and all the umbrellas, but most importantly justice for david castañeda!

"Go to Hell” is basic.

"I hope your favorite show gets a horrible ending and your favorite character turns into a Cthulhu looking abomination that erases your other favorite characters from existence" is terrifying.

It’s possible.

It has already happened...

[canyouplzjust]

Into the City

The story of how we got back into DIE is all my fault. I found Max's journal on the ground of poorly attended flea market, in the grime of a warehouse for ghosts and dreams. After my last time in rehab, things were really starting to normal out for me, and for the first time in 15 years I wasn't see Fallen haunting my waking days. I put some clean time together, and held down a normal job and did all 12 steps in a row. It's hard to talk about in AA, but the Fallen are one of the reasons I stayed sick for so long. Anytime I tried to kick, I would see them coming for me. In the dark corners of flop houses and forgiving bars, I saw men and women flicker into Fallen demons and look right at me with eye sockets so red they could be lava, and a smoke oozing and wafting from their bodies that smelled like rotting flesh and burnt hair. It fucking rocked me sober no matter how drunk or high I was, and I almost killed myself many times trying to climb back down into the hole they pulled me out of. What else could I do? No one else saw them, as far as I could tell, and I sure wasn't going to try to convince anyone of their real and actual existance. Who would have believed me? Well, Raine, yeah, but that hardly helped. She had some dark times, too. So when I found the book and saw another Fallen, it felt different this time. Maybe its because I was sober, or maybe it was really different. I called Didi to find out, and she had been seeing them too! I convinced her to come home so we could try to save Max together. I'm a fucking idiot.

We got to the house I'd rented and it didn't take long for things to get weird. Leslie, Rory, JD and Didi all showed up, just like they said they would. It was not as good to see them as I thought it would be, but it would have been rude to say so. I hugged the ones that would let me, and found out I was surprised that Leslie didn't smell like Les, but I guess that makes sense if I had thought about it for like 10 seconds before they all arrived, but I didn't. I never do. We rolled the dice and fell into it just like old times, and the room stayed the same but also turned into hell. Some Fallen broke in, a monster with a percentile die in his chest poppped in to meance and terrify us, and Les for sure saved my life, like he always does. Honestly, I'd date anyone with a laser cannon on his shoulder, but its so hard to find a decent guy who builds his own sci-fi weapons outside of the city.

So, we make our escape through a long and terrifying hallway, and it appears that Max has saved us, yet again. He's alive! And he's in a cool tavern dimension, and he thinks we've been gone for three years. Someone else has to tell him that its been 15 years, and then I told him how I slandered his name after our return to the real world. That we had been kidnapped and he had set us up, because the cops were asking a lot of questions about how two 21 year old women ended up 5 states away with 3 minors and a lot of missing memories. Am I sorry I did it? Sure, in theory. If I could somehow know that what our outcome would have been without a MIA patsy, I'd have different feelings about it, but I don't, so I don't.

I was nervous about using the Voice again, and I didn't know if it would work, but Max said there was only one way to find out. With Didi's encouragement, I waved over a burly half orc and compelled him to buy me a drink. But like, he thought I was hot and he was very congenial, so everyone looked at me and rolled their eyes. Its not enough of a test, he was going to do that anyway, they insisted under their breath. Okay, so I told him to punch Les and it took a few seconds, but then the half-orc wound up and POW- landed a big meaty fist on the jaw of my Neo. Poor Les! He looked more shocked than anything else, but he was a good sport about it, thank god. Its not like I'd ever really hurt him. I think he knows that. Max was urgent about his request for our help, and gave us a ready made plan to follow once we got into the city. Uldman was back, having returned from the dead once more (why won't villains ever die), and taken the city by force. We infiltrated the Military check point (yeah, i did need to use the Voice), Les hacked the security doors and JD easily disposed of the tactical team.

Uldman walks out in a Mech suit and taunts Les with a goddamn plate of Faire gold. Les stayed strong(ish) and JD moved up to just start swinging. Its an illusion. Max started laughing and this veneer falls away, and he's revealed to be Fallen. Fuck. The Fallen Master, he says. I'm not going to call him that to his face. He was really mad that we left without him, and he's going to make us pay. He seemed angriest with me, but I take everything personally, so that might not be accurate. Well, some Black Knights showed up, along with our old enemy the Probability Knight. Somehow Les knew there was an escape hatch in the bed (let's put a pin in that) and I pushed the button before JD had caught up. The bed got stuck, Max fucked us again, and the rules of combat got in the way of the narrative. Like, it was my turn, and then it was going to be the enemy's turn before Les could go again, so when Kara asked me to use the Voice on Les as my action, to use the shoulder cannon, I wanted to ask Les for permission, but like, why would he give me permission instead of just doing it himself? Right, so I just said "Do you trust me? Fire!" and that sufficed. Session 2 and a PC asked me to use the Voice on them? My dreams are coming true. So, the cannon does go off and somehow we gtfo with our party in tact. Oh, Didi manifested a ba-bomb and we all got some damage, but it opened up the floor to the tunnel. Great, the escape tunnel turns into an office building, nope, its goddamn Umbrella Corp. I tried to make a break for it, and got properly slashed and gnashed the fuck up. I was on the ground in round one, and if Rory hadn't flitted over to heal me, I was dead meat. I should learn to be more careful, I do NOT want to die in here. I'm not going to die here. Actually, I wonder, if no one kills me, would I ever die here?

[snorlaxlovesme]

oh btw i watched the Miraculous Ladybug Movie yesterday and it was uhh. bad

okay bad is an over exaggeration, the animation was genuinely gorgeous and seeing Marinette and Adrien get close to one another without Marinette being a giant CREEP about it was nice. and it was cool seeing them suck at using their powers at first, it was nice seeing their progression to becoming competent heroes.

the singing wasn't it for me. i'm sure i'm not saying anything new by thinking that it didn't need to be a musical. the 15 min of singing could have been used to better explain how their powers worked, since we hardly got to see Cataclysm and I don't think Lucky Charm existed....at all? idk i was dealing with a centipede crises while watching the movie so at some points i was not paying attention as well as i should.

but yeah there were just so many things about the movie that had to be rushed in the second half that could have been fleshed out more if we didn't have to stick on One Idea for 2-3 minutes during a song

and Cristina Vee not getting to sing for Marinette? super jarring. the singing VA had a beautiful voice but she sounded nothing like Marinette so it was very weird. like either have the French VA for the whole movie or let Cristina sing her character's part. she's an incredible singer. whoever sang for Bryce at least kinda sounded like him

also did Ladybug not use her power of restoration til the very end of the movie?? like when that Ferris wheel just fucking ROLLED THROUGH ALL OF PARIS, KILLING DOZENS did that never get reversed??? a lot of civilians for sure died in this movie, right?

[cottonpuffmouse]

Warm Nights

More or less the Vash smut people were waiting for. You two get together for some late night fun. While this is not my first fanfic by any means, it is my first x-reader. Constructive Criticism is welcomed and encouraged. Also if anyone knows how to structure posts like this in a cuter way, please tell me how.

Tags: Lemon, L-bomb, Fem!Reader(if there’s a push for GN readers, I’ll start next fic), Light Body Worship, Light Praise.

Whether or not true love existed on Gunsmoke was usually left to the poets. Friendships, family, alliances, all of that existed plenty. But the feeling of being pulled to someone, of your heart trying to reach out through your rib cage, that was rare.

Did you love Vash?

You liked to think so. It had to be love if you were creeping down the hotel's hallway to his room. If you were just friends, you could walk right up to his door and bang on it until he answered. Instead, he'd begged that you sneak out of the girl's room quietly after they'd fallen asleep and go to him.

Despite your attempt at secrecy, the floorboards creaked under each step. You passed more rooms, each door one more closer to Vash's, until you reached the end of the hallway. Vash's door was identical to the ones you passed, except for the light shining out from under it.

You didn't knock so much as tap on the door quietly, feeling the wood grain under your nails. And silently it opened for you.

Vash stood on the other side, hushing you with a cheeky smile. He had changed out of his usual uniform into sweatpants and an old cotton shirt that was more hole than shirt. Through the Swiss cheesed fabric, you could catch glimpses of old puckered skin and dark grey scars. You briefly thought that this shirt and Vash had quite a bit in common before he pulled you inside.

You watched him peek outside, checking to ensure the hallway was clear before he closed the door. Then he gave you that cheeky boyish smile, like you two had just escaped a punishment together, and whispered, "Thanks for coming."

"Of course, is everything okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, everything's fine," he assured, making a soothing gesture with his hands. "I just figured..."

Vash paused. His face scrunched up as though he'd just done something incredibly embarrassing.

"You figured what?" You pressed.

"Well I just thought we could hang out..."

Without the group? Alone? You thought as your heart started to beat in your ears.

You suddenly realized you were the only two people in the room. It felt a lot smaller than it was, as if the walls themselves were pushing you and Vash closer. Maybe it was imaginary but you could just barely feel the heat coming off him. You rolled up your sleeves.

"Um, what do you want to do?" You asked slowly.

Vash swallowed and suddenly couldn't keep eye contact with you. He would briefly stare at you like you were on fire before glancing at the ceiling or walls. It dawned on you that perhaps a young man asking to meet in the middle of the night had less than pure intentions.

But this was also Vash. Infamous for his inability to make an actual move.

Not that you would mind him making a move. You'd traveled together long enough to see him shed that coat and show off the black undersuit. More specifically the way it showed off his chest and the endless scars running down his arms. One could just imagine tracing their fingertips over each one, riding the ruined flesh down to his hand.

Vash had held you before, though usually just to save your life or help you into a Tomas. He had warm and rough palms but rather delicate and slim fingers. The way they wrapped around your arm or waist was always gentle, always polite. Even now, when you could see his hand twitching out of ache to touch something, they stayed by his sides.

"We could play cards?" You offered.

"We...could," he said slowly.

"Is there something on your mind? Maybe something not so group friendly?"

Vash nodded like a child who'd been caught stealing.

"And maybe it doesn't have anything to do with Knives?" You questioned a bit more. Vash nodded again, his head hanging even lower. "Maybe it has something to do with me?"

"You're really good at this!" He said in shock. "Are you able to read my mind?"

"No, or I'd be able to see all your dirty thoughts," you teased.

To your surprise, a blush started to fill his entire face. Red spread from his cheeks all the way to his forehead until he was pure pink. Vash looked away and found a spot on the floor to stare at.

"I was just teasing!"

He huffed. "Fine, let's just play cards."

"Did you call me here to play cards?"

"Well I don't want you to think I invited you here for that!”

You blinked. "Invited me here for sex? Is that what you mean?"

Vash covered his face with a scream. "No! No, I mean-I just wanted to spend some time together!"

"Okay, okay," you soothed. "Let's just have a seat."

Without uncovering his face, Vash stumbled onto the bed. Then he peeked through his fingers at you - the blush still lingering.

There was a moment where the air shifted and a look of sadness wiped the rest of the blush away. His hands fell into his lap limply. Vash had that blank smile you'd come to dread when his hand came away. You felt your shoulders sink.

"Sorry," he said, a blanket apologize for his entire life.

"It's okay. Maybe we could just talk?" You sat with him on the bed. "How have you been?" You had only been next to him two-thirds of everyday for the past year. Vash shrugged, eyes staring at the peeling wallpaper.

You planted yourself in his lap. Vash could always stop you if he wanted. And with the way his hand reached for you, he wanted you to stay. “Just kiss me, Vash.”

He leaned forward slowly, giving you plenty of time to change your mind. When you didn’t, he cupped the your head and pulled you towards him. Vash's kisses were something cheeky. Gentle pecks at first, he kissed the corners of your mouth before meeting your lips proper. A heat soared through you as excitement filled your body.

Vash's lips were a little chapped, a slight drag on yours as he pushed another kiss onto you. Your hands touched his chest, thumbing through the holes in the cotton to his blazing skin.

A sparkling sensation ran down your spine as his hands touched your back and pulled you further into his lap. You couldn't help arching into Vash a little as you felt something hard press into your thigh. You were so aware of the layers between you two as his hand continued to brush across your shirt.

"You can go under my shirt-" You snuck out between kisses.

While he kissed you, his hands were very polite about slipping under your shirt and pressing across your stomach. You gasped at the contact, hot and cold all at once. His hands were still rough but they slid up your sides in a smooth manner. Vash stopped just below your breasts, thumbs rubbing the soft tissue there.

You were sure he could feel your heartbeat, especially when he pulled away to look you in the eyes. He was breathing a bit heavier but his gaze was serious.

"Are you okay with continuing?" He asked.

"I was the one who said we should kiss," you said.

Vash smiled a bit. "Yeah but...that's just kissing. And I was kinda hoping to do more than kissing."

"Yes, I want to go further. Much, much further."

"And you know you can tell me to stop at anytime?" Vash reasured.

Damn him for being so nice. The only thing you wanted was more of that simmering heat and he was being so steadfast in his morality.

You nodded, hoping the questions ended there as you drew him in for another kiss. He got the message, helping you out of your shirt before grabbing your waist again. You eased into him, letting your bodies press against each other. Vash managed to get your bra off, leaving you bare before him.

His eyes combed over every inch of you with wonder, followed soon by his hands. He ran his hands down your back as he brought you in for a kiss.

"You're beautiful." He nuzzled your chest to send the point home.

“You're beautiful," you swore to him, leaving no room for argument. To prove your point, you started to pull off his shirt. He let out a whimper of disapproval but otherwise let you rip it off him, helping you get his arms through.

It was quite a scene.

Despite your excitement, your soul sighed at the sight of the scars. Third degree burns left bright pink patches on his arms and his chest had been gouged by all manner of weaponry. He was lucky to be alive and you were grateful to have him there.

There was an artistic side of you though, one that traced your finger in loops along the ruined skin. Brushing your thumbs against what were once great gashes without hesitation. Even if Vash twitched at every touch, you didn't flinch at any bump or rough edge.

Vash's face was red again as he looked away. "Sorry. I know it's a lot."

"Yeah it is hot," you teased. He let out a yowl, hiding his face. "Oh stop it! I'm serious, I love it!"

"...Yeah?" He curled out a bit.

"Yeah," you whispered, settling in his lap again. You brought his hands back to your sides as you kissed him again.

Perhaps emboldened by your touching, Vash finally brushed against your breasts. He was gentle in massaging them, never squeezing for a moment or two. His thumbs brushed over your nipples, releasing a gentle buzz through your system.

He leaned down to kiss your breasts lightly. Each kiss made your nipples tingle. Vash licked one, his tongue sliding over the mound to elicit a twitch from you before sucking lightly. Your hands met his shoulders to keep control of him as he continued to kissand squeeze your breasts.

Without thinking, you sat back against him, looking for a bit of fiction and finding it in his hips. Vash released your chest to wrap an arm around your waist. He pulled you down against his cock straining in his sweatpants with a soft moan.

The first contact was something intense. A shudder ran through you as you felt his cock press against your underwear. Even through your panties, you felt the length press against your folds, meaning it must be quite something.

As the thought was flooding your mind, Vash switched breasts. You felt him gently bring his teeth over your nipple and a soft rush flooded you to your fingertips. It was natural for you to sigh and cradle his head as you two moved together.

You became very aware he still had pants on as you tried to grind down just a little harder, to have more of his thigh brush against your tingling heat. Finally, as just the right angle, you could feel him brush your clit. Vash's grip became insistent as he pulled your hips together.

He kissed you again and a warmth blossomed between you two. It was like Vash wanted to consume you, rolling your hips together and pressing his lips to yours.

"Ah-" Vash let out a small moan before he bit his lip. You kissed him again to open him up and were rewarded with a soft, "Yes..."

Vash stopped suddenly, reaching between you two and under your skirts to tug on your underwear. You helped him get them off you without breaking the kiss. He rubbed your inner thighs with long smooth strokes until you were pushing against him.

Between your skirt, Vash stroked your pussy. Your thighs clamped around his hand as you felt yourself clench around nothing. He gently pulled your legs apart to rub his thumb against your clit. He kept your thighs open as they tried to twitch closed, lavishing your clit in soft strokes.

You bit your lip, rolling your hips into his hand. For a fraction of a second, you thought you saw Vash smirk.

"That's it," he whispered. Vash kissed your neck as you pressed against him. The heat was building in you as he kissed up to you ear. "You're doing so well for me."

"Kn-knock it-" You tried to tease back but he pushed the tip of a finger into you. Something in you squeezed around it hopelessly before he returned to massaging your clit.

A warmth crept up your neck like the flame was trying to escape you. Your body twisted and bounced trying to feel something more than the petting touches. Your breath came in pants as you mewled against him.

"Are you going to cum?" Vash smiled down at you. You blushed and hid your face in his shoulder as you shuddered at a particular swipe of his thumb. He pet your back with his other hand, the soothing gesture in contrast with the wicked way his fingers kept pressing into you.

Just as your pussy tightened again, he slid his middle finger into you. It was an absolutely blissful pressure and feeling it slide in and out of you was delightfully dirty. It was Vash's hands after all and it felt safe to just melt in them.

So you let yourself rest against him with a happy sigh. He added a finger, testing with a few pumps before looking at you for approval. You wanted something more than his hands but two fingers were a good start.

Vash was doing a good job of keeping your mind free of anything but him, dragging the pads of his fingers against your walls. The hand on your back melted you into a puddle as he kept fingering your dripping core.

With a soft sigh, Vash pulled away and you got to see how his blue eyes contrasted with his bubblegum blush. He kissed your lips gently and whispered, "Guess it’s about time we do this.'"

"Yes," you moaned back. "Yes, it is!"

"Heh, sorry. I just wanted to make sure you were ready," he said bashfully. Vash shimmed out of his sweats a bit. Just enough to pull himself free of his boxers and let his cock slap against your thigh.

As you fought down the blush, you were a bit intrigued by it. The head of his cock was a similar color to his blush and preceded a thick pale shaft. It was maybe six or seven inches, quite large by most standards. You wrapped your hand around it, just getting your fingers around the girth. A single pump and Vash was bucking wildly into your first.

"I'm getting kinda-ah-I thought we said it was time!" He stammered as you stroked his cock.

"I'm getting a feel for it."

Vash laughed awkwardly. "You'll feel it, I'm sure."

Your eyes meet. There was a silence with nothing but you two breathing. The whole world stood still to be with you two in the moment before.

Then you got on your knees, shuffling some of the blankets away, and guided his cock to your soft pussy. The tip of his cock slipped against your folds and on your aching clit. You steadied yourself and let the tip slide into you.

His hands flew to your hips to help balance you and his fingers dug into the flesh of your ass. With a deep breath, you sank down onto Vash's cock slowly. It filled you inch by satisfying inch. Your pussy welcomed it with a tight hug as you settled into his lap.

It was clear Vash could take it from there, holding you with one arm and letting you fall back onto the bed. With Vash on top, it was easier for him to roll his hips into you and give you that last bit of his cock you’d missed.

He thrust into you slowly and pulled out even slower, languishing in the way you squeezed him. Each slow fuck was better than the last. Vash's cock rubbed deep inside you before pressing against somewhere enlightening.

Your entire body lit up like the dashboard of a dying car as he thrust again. You grabbed his shoulders before pulling him down for another kiss. His hands gripped your hips as the thrusts came faster. Tapping against your core harder and without relent, his cock was gliding against all the nerves of your pussy.

The sound of your hips meeting became audible with a shift of Vash's hips. A tight knot formed in your stomach. Through the haze of pleasure, you could hear Vash softly moaning in your ear. Your pussy squeezing around him as hot bright pleasure fluttered your middle. You were gasping for air as he continued to make that pressure build in you.

"Good, this feels so-" Vash cut himself off with gasping cry. "This is! I love you!"

He didn't seem to notice the confession, slamming against your G-spot without care for if you'd like to respond. The bed scrapped against the floor with each movement as you two lost yourself in each other.

In your stomach, fluttering with delight, you felt that knot start to become a little too tight. You started to lose your grasp on anything but his cock thrusting in and out of you. Your head started to blur into nothing but Vash and the pleasure he was wringing from your pussy.

"Vash-" You whimpered softly in his arms.

Vash nodded and released your hip. He dragged one hand down your side and over your stomach to your twitching core. His thumb started rubbing your clit in contrastingly slow circles. Your back ached, desperate to feel more of him against you.

He kissed you for the final time as that knot snapped and washed his love over you. Your body hummed as he continued rolling your hips together. Then Vash let out a high whimper before you felt something hot gush inside you. It was just enough to make your toes curl as he rode out his orgasm with long strokes against your gripping pussy.

He pulled out with a shuddering sigh. "I-"

You rushed to carass his cheek. "I'm not worried about that...just...hush."

In a boneless heap, Vash collapsed beside you and pulled you to his chest like a lifelong security blanket. In turn, you relaxed into him, throwing a leg over his. As you both tried to quietly catch your breath, you could feel Vash's warmth like it was sunshine on a cool day.

WIth his arms wrapped around you and the lingering high making you feel a bit silly, you buried your face into his chest. In the moment Vash smelled like sweat and basic body soap. Sensory bliss engulfed you as easily as sleep did.

As you let your eyelids slide shut, you felt Vash stroking your back again, softly petting you before whispering, "I meant it, you know."

You snapped awake. You sat up before reaching down and holding his cheeks. "I was distracted before. I love you too...I mean it. I love you, Vash. Genuinely and truly and not just because we had great sex."

He gave you a tired smile that reached his eyes. "Thank you, I love you too." Vash's cheeks got red again and he looked away before he asked, "You're gonna stay and cuddle though, right?"

"Yes, oh yes!" You settled back into Vash's arms comfortably. The moon peeked through his curtains at the lovers nestled together. A sigh you'd been holding for years came off your chest as you wrapped your arms around him.

There was a lot of trouble ahead of you both but fear held no captive in your heart. Maybe things weren't going to be okay. Maybe there's isn't love on Gunsmoke.

You decided start making Vash wear chapstick anyways. Even if he demands you kiss him to put it on.