#like okay this could be just the character but if it crops up with almost every non force sensitive and that it inself is a reaccuring theme

[chocmarss]

Once you read as much Star Wars books as I do (nothing compared to the hardcore fans who read all of legends and disney canon tho), Legends or Disney canon, you get to weed out all the authors you don’t like and you realise hey, they’re anti-Jedi! Or just don’t like Jedi because of [checks list] things they obviously don’t want to agree with. They either villainise the characters or make them downright ‘bad’ for the readers because, get this, they think these characters are a bunch of jackasses when in reality, that’s not what it is. Or they’d outright say, hey these Jedi mfs are a bunch of fucking baby snatchers! And murderers! Yes, I’m pointing at you Karen Traviss, the bane of all Star Wars books.

[leighsartworks216]

... Oops

Harvey x gn!Farmer

Had this thought when I remembered I had to take my meds tonight. I just think it would be nice to have someone who takes care of you when you're a bit stupid and forget to take very important meds 👉👈

Also, Baja Blast is the actual name of my blue chicken lmao

Also also, this is written in third person POV instead of my usual second person POV

Warnings: swearing, dizziness, anxiety, possibly OOC Harvey

Word Count: 1,592

Masterlist

AO3

Harvey rubbed at his eyes as he slipped out of bed, glancing absentmindedly at the empty space beside him. The farmer was already up, of course. He worried for them when he realized how early they woke up each day, but it couldn't be helped if they wanted to take care of their farm all in one day.

He adjusted his glasses on his face as he shuffled to the kitchen. A cup of hot coffee sat on the counter waiting for him, as it always was. He smiled to himself. Fresh coffee from beans they grew themselves always tasted better than anything Gus could ever dream of making. It was perfectly bitter and smooth as he gulped it down.

He looked out the window of the cabin that overlooked the field left to the farmer by their grandfather. There weren't any unwanted stumps, logs or boulders anymore. Fences penned in the animals as they meandered about, munching on fresh grass. The crops were already watered. The scarecrows teetered slightly in the breeze, the fabric of their gloves almost appearing to wave back at him. He always enjoyed the one that resembled an animated movie character - the farmer had been so proud of it when they stuck it into the ground.

His eyes scanned the paths and fences, searching for his partner.

Hm, they must be in one of the barns.

He stared out a while longer, hoping to catch a glimpse as they came out. A concerned frown etched its way onto his face, but he tried writing off the anxiety swarming in his gut. They're probably just refilling the feeders or refilling their kegs or... Really, it's nothing to get worried about. They knew what they were doing! As long as they stayed out of those damn mines, he had nothing to worry about.

He sighed, shaking his head to remove the flood of worried thoughts in his head. Downing the last of the coffee and placing the mug in the sink, he went off to the bathroom to get ready for a day in the clinic.

He peeked out the window again after he got out of the shower. A blue chicken - a gift from Shane the farmer had named Baja Blast - clucked cheerily as it walked out of the open gate. The farmer usually kept the gates closed, always worrying about coyotes or foxes coming to eat their precious hens. It was unusual for them to keep it open, even if they were inside the coop.

He bustled about in a slight rush to get dressed and gather his things for work, namely a giant thermos of coffee and a lunch prepared for him waiting in the fridge, before slipping out of the cabin. He set it all down on a rocking chair sitting on the porch, creaking in the wind.

Baja Blast clucked up at him as he scooped her into his arms. “C’mon, you shouldn’t be out here. All your food is in here,” he says to the chicken as he steps through the gate and closes it behind him. With a cursory glance back, it didn’t seem like any other chickens got out. He couldn’t remember how many his partner had anymore. He had no idea how in the world they kept up with chickens, ducks, goats, sheep, cows, and pigs on one farm alone. It made his head spin trying to guess how they kept their head on straight with so much to do.

He set Baja Blast down with a white chicken, Madame Clucks. She went back right to pecking away at the grass.

Harvey set his hands on his hips as he looked around. Even out here, he couldn’t see the farmer. Okay, how he was worried. His hands fidgeted anxiously as he stumbled in his loafers through the soft dirt to the coop door. If they weren’t in here, he’d have to check the other barns. And if they weren’t in the barns, he’d have to call Marnie or Shane, or, Yoba forbid, Marlon at the Adventurer’s Guild, just in case they really had slipped off to the mines without telling him. But what if they weren’t in the mines? He’d have to call- Yoba, who could he call? Everyone? Ask if they’ve seen the farmer around today? It wasn’t even 8am, nobody would be up and about to know if they’d gone through town.

He pushed open the door, a bit harder than he meant to as some chickens lingering inside bawk’d and spooked away, leaving feathers in their wake. He couldn’t even focus on that. His eyes immediately landed on the figure sitting on the chest by the mayonnaise machine. They were hunched over and holding their head.

“Farmer!” Harvey rushed forward, all the old anxiety quickly replaced with a thousand more fears. He knelt down by them and rested a hand on their shoulder, looking at them with wide eyes. From this angle he could see their eyes were closed, face pinched in discomfort. “What happened? What’s wrong?”

They shook their head. “‘M just lightheaded. I bent down to grab the eggs and I got really dizzy.”

He pressed the back of his hand to their forehead, brushing back some hair as he pulled away. “You’re not running a fever.” He let out a hesitant breath of relief. “Do you think you can stand?”

After a moment, they nodded. Harvey stood up and supported them as they stood. They wobbled on their feet, but he wrapped an arm around their waist to steady them.

“Easy now. Let’s get you back inside.”

“What about-”

“Don’t you dare put your farm over your own wellbeing,” he warned. “I can call Shane and see if he’ll take over for the day.”

The farmer sighed, relenting. He knew how much peace they found tending to everything themselves, despite how overwhelming it seemed on the outside. They had a whole process for everything, and they’d explained before just how much of the simpler tasks they’d automated with sprinklers and some of Maru’s machines. Still, he was absolutely not about to let them go right back to work when they can barely stand up without a light breeze threatening to knock them over.

Harvey opened the gate and helped them through, shooing Baja Blast back inside as he shut the gate again. His partner gave an undignified snort at the offended squawk she let out. “At least you feel well enough to laugh.”

“Like I said, Harv, I’m just dizzy.” They leaned heavily into him as he led them along the paths to the cabin. Their feet hung up on uneven stones and the stairs leading to the door more than once.

“Dizziness is a symptom of something else. I just want to make sure it really is nothing serious.”

“I know you do.” They offered him a slight smile, but it quickly soured to a frown as they shut their eyes again with a frown. “Yoba, it feels like the whole world is spinning.”

“We’re almost there.” The line would have been less out of place if this wasn’t their home that they knew as well as they knew the names of all their animals, but they were too out of it to point it out and Harvey was too in his own head to notice it. So they stumbled together through the house to the large two-person bed.

The farmer laid down with a whine, pressing the balls of their hands to their eyes. “How is this worse somehow?” they groaned.

Harvey pressed a comforting hand to their shoulder. “Did you eat breakfast this morning?” They hummed affirmatively with a nod. “When did you get back home last night?”

“Like… 1? 1:40?”

He sighed, scratching his brow with his thumb. That was a conversation for later. “Did you take your meds?”

The silence was deafening. They covered their whole face with their hands with a muffled, “Fuck, I’m stupid.”

“So you didn’t take your iron?”

They shook their head but regretted it immediately after, uncovering their face with a grimace. Their hands plopped pathetically to the bed beside them. “No, I completely forgot. I was trying to run back from the beach after fishing all night - I must have been so tired it just slipped my mind.”

He let out a long sigh. “At least it’s nothing serious. I’ll be right back, okay?”

“‘M sorry, Harvey.”

“It’s…” He frowned at the idea of saying ‘okay’. As a doctor, he really couldn’t brush off not taking prescribed medication, especially with a partner with such a severe case of anemia. He’d protest against them running a farm at all if they weren’t so determined. “We’ll figure out a better system, okay? We can put them in a pill-minder and keep them on your nightstand.”

They nodded. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

That shocked a laugh out of him. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to their forehead, his mustache scratching their skin in a familiar way. “Of course - that is my job after all. Now sit tight, I’ll grab your supplements and call Shane. Anything he needs to know about?”

“Just make sure he pets all of the animals. They deserve daily pats.”

“I’ll make sure he knows,” he chuckled fondly as his footsteps began their retreat from the bedroom to the house beyond.

“I love you!”

His warm laugh rang out again, echoed against the wood Robin nailed together and the photos on the walls. “I love you, too!”

[slasherhoe87]

Hi, sweetie. May I have Bubba sawyer, Thomas hewitt, michael Myers, bo, vincent, lester, Jason Voorhees, and brams heelshire. With s/o who is very submissive and will do anything to be able to have slasher sex. S/o also has high sex and always wears sexy clothes 👙👠💋 and lingerie. I hope this isn't too much for you but, what if you can't accept my request it's okay you can freely ignore my request. Your Blogs are treasure troves and very hard to find 😭.

Don't forget to take care of your health sweetie. Have a good day ❤

Hey Anon, sure I'll do this request for you. Hope you'll like it. However, like in my previous request with Norman amongst the other names, I'll have to skip Brahms as I don't know his character too well.

SLASHERS WITH A THIRSTY S/O:

Info: NSFW / Fem!Reader / mentions of breeding, light bdsm, medical play kinks

BUBBA SAWYER:

LOVES the tiny little denim shorts you wear. You have them in almost every colour and often wear a breezy little crop top with a plunging neckline to match them.

Whenever you skip into a room that Bubba's in, his eyes drink the sight of you up like lemonade on a hot texan day

Happy squeals galore when you giggle and jump into his big, meaty arms

You like to tease him when he's alone - whether he's in the basement, barn, your shared bedroom or anywhere really when the fam is not around

You'll call his name in a playful flirty manner and when he looks towards you, you'll quickly untie the strings of your crop top and flash him before running away

You manage to shock him with pure delight every single time you do it

You'll hear heavy, eager footsteps behind you as you run away, then you shriek in glee as you feel his large arms encircle your waist, lift you up and carry you somewhere secluded

Cue heavy make-out sessions if its day time and there's still work to be done. But if the day is over? You'll be tossed onto the bed like a ragdoll with an over-eager and lust-filled Bubba devouring you like the chocolates he loves so much

You can never get enough of this big, murderous puppy dog. Not his musky, sweat laden scent, not his big meaty body, nor his mop of dark hair and especially not his long, thicc cock

Bubba especially likes it when he lumbers upstairs after a hard day's work to find you lying on the bed, waiting for him while wearing the pretty lingerie sets he loves so much - the ones with butterfly or strawberry prints on them, with bows and frills - he ADORES them - cue more excited squealing and many, many orgasms by his skilled and eager mouth, hands and cock

As you do your chores for the day all you can think about is beautiful Bubba and his big fat cock.

When you REALLY can't hold your desire for Bubba at bay (which is more often than not) you'll slink down to the basement and give Bubba THAT look - the one that tells him that you're down there with him for that one little act you nor he can get enough of

He's still nervous as ever when you crawl under the table while he works, worried that one of the household will come down and catch the two of you

But the moment you wrap your warm, gloss stained lips around his hardening cock, all worries and fears leave him. His butchering momentarily forgotten as his sweet, lusty little y/n pleasures him like only she could

THOMAS HEWITT:

Like Bubba, just the sight of this big, sweaty, hard working man drives you insane with lust

You're always staring at his thick forearms littered in marks, scars and a smattering of dark hair - just knowing how strong those arms are, how easily they can lift a grown man, farming equipment, farm animals and heavy machinery drives you wild

Luda Mae often catches you staring heatedly at Tommy during dinner when he's all sweaty and grime covered from a hard day's work with a knowing smile

Luda Mae slyly encourages you and Tommy to spend lots of "quality" time together because she desperately wants a house filled with grandbabies

You however, see right through her. And not wanting children just yet, you secretly remain on birth control pills - because lord knows you would have been pregnant ages ago with how much cum Tommy shoots into you at a time

Your need for Tommy is insatiable - just the mention of his name causes your cunt to clench and drip with arousal

When Tommy is alone in the barn fixing up some farming equipment or tending to the animals you like to perch yourself up on one of the square hay bales in nothing but the short, little sundresses he loves so much

When he turns to look at you, you like to send him a mischievous smile and lift your dress, showing him that you're not wearing any underwear

Tommy always drops what he's holding and makes a beeline for you - just how you wanted.

Cue rough, animalistic barn sex. The bleating of the goats, the moos of the cows, the chains swinging above you, the scent of fresh hay, Tommy's laboured grunting above you, the sound of sweaty skin smacking against sweaty skin - it all brings about fast and intense orgasm after orgasm

You always leave the barn satisfied, thick cum and your own juices dripping from your gaping cunt (thanks to Tommy's sizeable girth), a slight limp to your gait

But your thirst for Tommy never fully quenches.

You eagerly await the night where you like to tease Tommy's eyes with some revealing lingerie - he is especially fond of the satin and lace emerald green set you have

You submit yourself to him, laying spread beneath his hefty weight, legs wide open, your wrists pinned above your head by a large, hot hand, Thomas pounding into you until those delicious tears stream down your cheeks from overstimulation.

This man is relentless. His body blessed with an immense pool of stamina from years of hard outdoor labour.

But even though your poor little pussy is puffy, red, swollen and stretched beyond limits you want more. Always more. And to ensure Tommy doesn't get any ideas about stopping and to get what you want - your belly swollen with his seeming never ending supply of cum, you need only whisper two words in his ear

"Breed me"

RZ MICHAEL MYERS:

You notice Michael is more hands-on with you and hovers around you more often when you wear those skin tight black mini dresses with the lace-up chest area and band print on the middle. He's especially fond of the KISS and Slipknot one

So in turn, to get Michael to engulf you with his touches and presence like you so desire, you wear them more often

You find yourself shopping a lot more for lingerie than you used to... Michael doesn't pull the lingerie off of you - he tears and rips the pieces off. Leaving the tiny bits of fabric destroyed on the floor before going to town on your eager body

You go to cheaper stores now for lingerie as you simply cannot afford to replace the expensive sets as often as you seem to need to

Michael likes you in black and red lingerie. The more obscene in design, the better. Think crotchless thongs, no material covering the breasts save for the nipples and pussy thongs too

They serve no purpose save for getting Mikey's cock hard and enticing his eyes

But you love it all the same. You crave the possessive and desire filled gaze you receive from Michael when your body is wrapped in the obscene garments

A present for him, that only he and he alone may see and unrwap

Your pussy moistens and aches at these thoughts

Before he can unwrap the gift that is you though, you tease him through predator/play games

You LIVE for Mikey chasing you through the house, his breathing heavy with excitement and lust, his sharp knife gleaming menacingly in the moonlight of the windows

An when he catches you, you nearly orgasm as he lifts you up against the wall with one hand held firmly against your throat. The other dragging his knife gently against your chest, over your pert nipples, down your stomach before eventually rubbing the blunt top of the tip of the cold blade against your throbbing clit until your sopping empty pussy clenches around nothing and you see stars from both oxygen deprivation and a mind blowing clitoral orgasm

You count the minutes while you're at work. All you can think of is your behemoth of a lover. His massive hands, his toned chest, those strong arms and thighs, his silky smooth long hair and those deceptively soft lips

When you get home, you'll both have a nice dinner and enjoy each other's company before you retire to your shared bedroom where you submit yourself to his power, his lust as his little fuck toy

You wouldn't have it any other way

BO SINCLAIR:

When you first made your relationship official, Bo told you exactly how he liked his woman to dress

Well, no fucking way were you gonna doll yourself up to look like an 80s bimbo who bar-hopped for a living with the big hair and leopard print

However, you did compromise and incorporated certain elements of that "style" into your own modern look

Bo was pleased as punch with the outcome and so were you

This beautiful man of yours likes to be fed snacks (particularly cherries, grapes and cheesy crackers) while he watches Nascar

You eventually get bored from the car racing and want to indulge in a far more fun sport with Bo. You always set his sports to record so he can watch later

He eventually notices your fingers slipping in a little deeper, lingering a little longer inside his hot, wet mouth as you pop another piece of fruit inside

Bo dons his signature smirk and turns his body towards you, a hand always placed on either your hip or thigh

"Feelin' a tad neglected there baby?"

You look up at him with puppy dog eyes and a pout (he loves that shit) and nod

"Well let's do somethin' 'bout that, hmm?" In one swift motion he has you slung over his broad shoulder and stomps upstairs to the bedroom for round after round of intense, rough sex

When you feel like giving Bo a real treat, you'll don skimpy leopard print lingerie and red lipstick. Wrapping yourself up in a black satin bathrobe you'll wait for him to come to bed and when he enters the bedroom and sees you in that robe with that particular coy smile, he knows he's in for one of his favourite things: a lap dance

No longer does Bo have to drive two towns over to the strip club - not when he has his beautiful baby in his life now

Bo is always mesmerized by the slow sultry sway of your plush hips, the way your pretty eyes bore into his own - that look you give him says that you're his and only he could ever get the pleasure of watching you dance so intimately for him

Not a day goes past when you don't find yourself slinking into Bo's garage, craving his firm, rough touch

Quickies in the small office of the garage are a must. If you don't get Bo to pound into you on his desk for whatever reason then your mood is soured for the rest of the day

But rest assured y/n - if Bo has been busy all day and was unable to indulge your needy desire for him, then he'll more than make it up for you tonight in your shared bedroom

VINCENT SINCLAIR:

On many nights you'll often be in Vincent's basement, sweat coated from the heat of the room, laying posed on his sofa in black lingerie with various nature or dark bohemian prints on them while he takes photos, videos and makes sketches of you

Your eyes drink up every inch of this talented man

You close your eyes for a moment picturing those large, artist's hands of his on your body... massaging, caressing, tracing, fondling.. you sigh and squeeze your thighs together, growing wet at the thought of his touch

Eventually Vincent notices your heated stare and the way you clench your thighs together. With a smirk behind his wax mask he puts his pencils or paint brushes down and stalks towards you, intending to reward you for your patience as his muse

Expect silky caresses and deep, passionate fucking from this masked man

On nights when you're feeling particularly starved for dangerous thrills you offer Vincent to indulge in a game of predator/prey

He's always eager

Adrenaline pumps through both of your bodies as he stalks and chases you throughout Ambrose

Where a heady mix of fear and arousal courses through your veins, Vincent's are flowing with power, anticipation and a deep primal lust

When caught, you'll always shriek from a short burst of terror from Vincent's strong, hot grip on your biceps, waist or shoulders

If he doesn't savagely fuck you right then and there then he'll places his large hand over your mouth and hauls you kicking with muffled screams down to the basement where he first strips you of all your clothing, then restrains you on the waxy metal table

Your chest rises and falls heavily with both fear and lusty eagerness as Vincent indulges in hot wax and medical play with your prone and helpless bare form

You can't ever complain about your very active sex life with Vincent. He gives you exactly what you need, when you need it - no questions or hesitations

If you want it soft and passionate? You have it. Dark and extreme? He's more than happy to provide that too

Suffice it to say, you are very happy in Ambrose living with your masked lover

LESTER SINCLAIR:

You drive Lester WILD with your daisy dukes and cowboy boots

He CANNOT keep his eyes or his hands off of you when you wear them - which is exactly what you wanted

This dirty, crazy little opossum of a man makes your blood run molten hot with his cheeky smiles and mischievous eyes

And those hands! Those lithe, hard working hands are too skillful for their own good - not that your tits or pussy is complaining...

Seeing as you work evening shift at the gas station you like to ride with Lester in his truck during the day while he clears up roadkill and makes deliveries to Ambrose for his weird brothers

While in the truck you glance at Lester's thighs, then at their junction

You lick your glossed lips and gently place your hand on his thigh. He smiles to you and squeezes your hand before his eyes are back on the road

Your returned smile however is not quite as innocent

You swiftly lean down over to Lester's lap, unbuckle his belt and pull down the zipper of his worn out old jeans and whip out his cock

Poor Lester never knows how you manage to do all of that so quickly

His cheeks redden and his breath quickens

"Baby" he breaths out as you lick him from balls to tip

The truck swerves a little but Lester is quick to bring it back under control

"Darlin' you're killin' me here" his tone says disapproval yet his hand is firm on the back of your head pushing your mouth further down his throbbing, weeping dick

You found yourself humming in contentedness - the vibrations from your throat causing his cock to pulse in your hot, wet mouth. Few things gave you more pleasure than your mouth being plugged by Lester's veiny cock

Eventually Lester can't take it anymore and would bring the truck to an abrupt stop down a small unused trail off the road and into the woods

He'd then lean his head back against the seat's headrest and let out a stream of praises with a few words of degradation here and there

"You're doin' so well darlin'"

"That's it.... yeah, just like that"

"You take my cock so well in that purdy little mouth 'o yours"

"You're such a slut for my cock huh baby?"

You moan and take him even deeper at his words - you were right where you belonged

This as usual eventually leads to him taking you hot and rough on the back of his truck. With you either leaning forwards against the back of the cab or you on your back on the truck bed

If you asked nicely Lester would sometimes hold his bowie knife to your throat while he mercilessly pounds into your greedy wet cunt

As far as lingerie goes, Lester goes wild for that baby pink set with the fluffy trim and pompom strings

The man can't keep his eyes and hands away from your form when you're wrapped in those little pieces of fabric.

He'll snap a shot or two of you in the set with his polaroid and keep it with his other photos of you behind his truck's sun visor

When Lester picks you up at the gas station at night when your shift ends you both like to drive to his favourite spot overlooking the woods. You'll chat and stargaze for a while before the two of you indulge in soft love-making, relieved by a cool breeze tempering the warm humid air and cacophony of the Louisiana wildlife surrounding you

JASON VOORHEES:

Please don't tease this big innocent baby

His pure, precious little heart (and dick) simply can't take it

He just about drops his hammer when he's fixing the window pane in the front of your shared cabin when he looks over his shoulder to see you sitting comfortably on the lawn chair in nothing but a tiny spring green bikini with little daisy prints, facing him with a glass of iced tea

"Keep at it babe... I'm just admiring the view" You say, as a fat drop of sweat runs down your neck and between your perky breasts

Jason's good eye follows that drop of sweat before he gulps and tries to go back to concentrating on the task at hand

You internally giggle at his flustered form and visible tenting of the crotch of his work pants

Teasing this big, sweet, easily flustered murder man is a guilty pleasure of yours

But you just can't help yourself. When you see his bulging muscles strain behind his shirts as he performs chores around the cabin or his thicc, strong thighs and meaty behind test the strength of his pant seams you go feral with need for him and his huge veiny cock

You just have to be patient with his initial timidness and embarrassment when initiating sexy times as this poor baby has a lot of issues with sex thanks to his strict christian upbringing

But once you get past those hurdles your Jason turns into a feral grizzly bear in the sheets

You can't walk properly for hours once he's done with you

Before he comes back at night from ruining the lives of once happy campers, you slip on his favourite set of lingerie for you - the baby blue ones with the cherub and cloud prints and wait for him on your shared bed, ready to alleviate the tension and stress from his powerful body

Taking a stroll through the woods alongside the lake in the late afternoon hand in hand you sigh happily and smile up at your sweet Jason. He looks down at you and by the crinkle of the corner of his eye behind his mask, you know he's smiling back at you

Suddenly you push Jason against a broad, sturdy tree

He's momentarily shocked by your action until his thoughts all go to mush as you drop to your knees on the moist soil of the forest floorbed and whip his quickly hardening cock out of his pants

Jason groans behind his mask as you take the swollen, pink head of his cock in your mouth and suckle for a few moments - his large hands flying out to grip your head

Cue lots of garbled nonsense, groans, whimpers and moans to be heard amongst the sounds of the forest for the next while

Eventually you're rewarded by being roughly shoved face first against the tree, your short skater dress gets lifted up and you hear another groan from Jason as he sees your bare bottom and slick cunt

Your loud moans, cries and gasps join the cacophony of the forest as Jason ruthlessy pounds into your pussy

Your nails scratch at the bark of the tree, tears stream down your cheeks at his relentess and bone rattling pace

"Yes Jason! Yes fuck FUCK fuck... baby you're doing so fucking good"

You play on his praise kink and he rams even harder and faster in you with a loud garbled moan - the swollen blunt head of his cock ramming against your cervix in delicious pleasure-pain

Once the both of you are spent he likes to carry you back to the cabin where he treats you so good and tenderly with him wiping you clean, giving you a drink and then snuggling his large, warm body close to you on the sofa while you both listen to music on the cd player

Getting lost in the woods two years ago was the best thing that could've happened to you in your once unhappy life

You smile to yourself as you and Jason spoon on the sofa, your eyes fluttering closed for a nap

Jason better be ready because when you wake up you'll be pouncing on him again for round two

[graciereadshannigram]

hey fam, my spreadsheet is FINALLY up to date so i am FINALLY getting back to the monthly rec lists! here's the cream of the crop from August :)

as a reminder: the ingredients for a five star rating typically (but not always!!) include some combination of a.) believable characterizations of both Hannibal and Will, b.) compelling plot and/or character arcs, and c.) high quality smut.

that being said, my judgment of the aforementioned ingredients is powered almost exclusively by vibes and as such, is incredibly subjective.

you can find past recs below:

February March April May June July

and if you have any recs of your own for me, PLEASE SHARE.

without further ado, let's go!

Teach Me a Lesson (Already Learned) by whenitstarted

Word Count: 3142 Summary: Will being married to Molly and cheating on her with Hannibal.

Literally just PWP because I wanted to scratch the cheating itch.

Just Thought You Should Know by EarthsickWithoutYou

Word Count: 22370 Summary: Two years after marrying Molly, Will is restless and unhappy, unable to stop thinking about Hannibal and missing his incarcerated cannibal despite all the reasons why he knows it's wrong. One night, things come to a head when Hannibal finds a way to call him. A series of sensual phone encounters begs the question of how long Will can possibly resist the desire which Hannibal so expertly cultivates.

Oh this one was GOOD. I love anything that happens in the three years Will is with Molly. The angst, the porn, chefs kiss.

More Myself Than I Am by StratsWrote

Word Count: 9176 Summary: Everyone has a soulmate. Someone they will connect with on such an intimate level that they are like one mind in two bodies. It comes on the cusp of adulthood, a shared link between two minds. It will start with feelings, emotions shared across the connection. Some people claim senses; smell and sound. Those who are thoroughly, intensely intertwined can claim to send their very thoughts towards each other, although it’s generally considered bad luck to use the connection to find each other sooner than you are meant to.It is a wonderful thing, to know that no matter who you are or what you’ve done, somebody out there will understand you. Or at least, it’s supposed to be.

Soulmate AU! Hannibal absolutely hating the bond at first felt very on brand and this was just very good.

coyote chewing on a cigarette by antiheroblake

Word Count: 5145 Summary: hannibal wants someone to care for him until he’s bequeathed his family fortune, but he doesn’t want to deal with the near-elderly perverts his friend calls their “sugar daddy”. that’s when he sets his sites on the sullen and newly rich will graham

okay if you aren't reading this series, what are you doing?? every. single. installment. is a five star!!!

No It Don't Come Easy by nobetterlove

Word Count: 10759 Summary: Will had the good sense to blush then, both Hannibal’s words and his previous actions making his heart pound hard in his chest. “Actually, uh – “ Will started, his hand reaching back to rub along his suddenly stiff neck. “I told him I was seeing someone.” Blue eyes looked up slowly, Will more than curious as to what Hannibal’s reaction would be. “Well, that’s – “ Hannibal tried to say but was cut off by Will speaking again. “I said it was you. Or implied it, at least.” There was a moment of silence where Hannibal didn’t blink or look away or even breath. Maroon eyes took Will in with shocking efficiency – he felt like Hannibal was everywhere in that moment, surrounding him in all ways possible. “You told Jack Crawford that you were seeing me.” Or: a Hannigram fake dating AU

i'm a whore for a fake dating fic, y'all know who i am.

Oddbodies by toffeecape

Word Count: 72714 Summary: Will is an off-brand sentinel. Hannibal is a reputable guide. What could go wrong?

i knew nothing about Sentinel AUs before reading this one, but i found it was perfectly well explained within the fic! and wow this was SO well done! it fits so well into canon and was just a treat to read.

This Isn't Rapture by moistdrippings

Word Count: 7467 Summary: Will wakes with a fever, and Hannibal prescribes some unconventional treatments.

yeah, just gonna drop this one here.

stink in the nostrils by murdertrout

Word Count: 49137 Summary: Secret Omega Hannibal is not pleased that he has imprinted on Will Graham. He avenges himself on his biology by getting Will Graham put behind bars. But when Will figures out what he’s been hiding and tampers with his suppressants, triggering his first heat, they both get more than they bargained for. Alternate S2b if it were entirely A/B/O porn.

LOVED THIS.

A Most Gentle Death by mokuyoubi

Word Count: 8956 Summary: “What is that?” Will asks tightly.“A blend of benzodiazepines and barbiturates,” Hannibal says. “It will render one unconscious, immobile, and largely insensate.”Will stares at the syringe in shocked disbelief. The shame and embarrassment are still present, but have taken a backseat to dry-mouthed, hopeless longing. Hannibal turns the syringe end on end between his fingers. “Would you like me to administer it to myself?” he asks.

there is something so satisfying about Hannibal not being phased by pretty much anything that Will wants.

A Wolf in the Night by itsbeautiful

Word Count: 3857 Summary: “Leave them on…” Will rumbled, grabbing hair and pushed a head down his stomach. “…and suck my cock.”Hannibal looked up with a dark stare and a head tilt, struggling to catch his breath. “No ‘please?’”“I know…I don’t need to ask, politely or otherwise, to get what I want from you now.”Red eyes glittered with hunger, tongue flicking out to taste the power left on lips.“Isn’t that what you wanted, Doctor Lecter? For me to take what I want from you.”

i'm pretty sure i just love anything this author writes, wow. you don't technically need to have read Transcendent Suffering, but it'll make more sense if you have.

When It Clicks by summerisblue

Word Count: 29838 Summary: Will and Hannibal have been spending a lot of time together lately.Because they’re friends, Will likes to reason. Will likes to tell Hannibal that too, just to clarify. Hannibal might be more than a little frustrated.

this one really hit my "oblivious sugar baby Will Graham" button. i love him so much.

Your Ex by murdertrout

Word Count: 3810 Summary: “What was your last relationship like?”“Uh,” Will says. “Intense.”“Good intense or bad intense?”“Yes,” Will says.“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want,” Molly says, “but I just want you to know you can.”In retrospect, this is a mistake.--We usually assume that Will clammed up about his past when he was with Molly. But what if actually Will tells Molly way, way, way too much about his relationship with Hannibal?Or, the one where Will starts talking about his “ex" and doesn't stop.

i love when Will is an idiot. this fic was just silly and perfect.

Ball Toss by raiast

Word Count: 22307 Summary: The carnival AU no one asked for. Hannibal accompanies Alana to a carnival and meets one Will Graham, whose game booth is less than above board. Hannibal does not approve.

YES YES YES. i really loved this dark Will!!

Pushing Comfort by lurid_erotic_intimacy (virtuous_contract)

Word Count: 14559 Summary: Habitually, Hannibal keeps his steps quiet as he makes his way to Will’s upper floor. It’s probably nothing out of the ordinary that has kept Will from making their morning session (not a session, a conversation). Still, it’s best to know for certain.Or: Will starts missing his appointments. Hannibal is happy to investigate why. Can be read as a canon-insert. A quite sweet and kink-flavoured getting together story.

this was sweeter than i would have expected it to be based on the tags, but mmmm this hit the right buttons for me!

a world of hurt by divinetheatre

Word Count: 7213 Summary: Will takes it slow, pausing between the strikes to let Hannibal work through the sensations, patient — for now. In time, when Hannibal’s self control wavers, and his knees start to kiss one another after every spanking, Will will pin him open and punish him for that too. Relentlessly.

well, we learn new things about ourselves every single day, right?

i know who you are by divinetheatre

Word Count: 14125 Summary: Will turned again as though the turmoil in Hannibal’s heart had clamored loud enough for him to hear. They didn’t speak. They didn’t need to. What Hannibal might’ve said, the last thing he could’ve admitted to Will, did not pass his lips. Will strode to him and grasping Hannibal’s face in both hands, kissed him. Deep and hot with passion that did not surprise Hannibal but overwhelmed him. He’d known it would be this way, but he had never been prepared. Not entirely.

Vulnerable Hannibal and Will being the most tender understanding human? Give me moreeeeeeeee.

a sort of madness by divinetheatre

Word Count: 5239 Summary: He chose me.The euphoric mantra echoes through his mind as he drags the panties down Hannibal’s long, slim legs. They open for him. The slick heat betwixt dampens the coverlet for him. What happens to Hannibal’s body after this is because of him.

i had to stop and remember to breathe multiple times during this fic so. do what you will with that information.

Secretary by FragileTeacup

Word Count: 77469 Summary: Will Graham needs a job. Since quitting the FBI, he’s been adrift for months, broken and lost; chasing a desire he doesn’t understand in increasingly destructive ways. What he needs is stability, direction, something to help put his life back in order and quiet the buzzing in his head. A chance encounter with the classifieds might just give him exactly what he needs. Secretary Wanted.Dr. H. Lecter. Psychiatric private practice.Typing and good manners essential.Must follow direction.

THE secretary AU. need i say more??

Layover by raiast

Word Count: 16978 Summary: When Hannibal misses his connecting flight to DC he is forced to obtain a hotel room for the evening. When the last remaining room is seemingly double-booked he realizes that the adult thing to do is generously offer to share the space. And if the other man in need of lodging happens to be a seemingly disheveled, ill-mannered and altogether beautiful stranger, well, that's just fine.

ONLY ONE BED ONLY ONE BED. alternate first meeting AU that i adored.

Scent of a Woman by Devereauxs_Disease

Word Count: 4860 Summary: After the fall, Will assumed he and Hannibal would progress to a romantic relationship. So when Hannibal comes home smelling of fancy perfume, Will is...distressed. How do serial killers handle jealousy and romantic confessions? Not well, y'all...NOT WELL.

they're both so stupid and i love them. Hannibal's behavior had me cracking up because of course he would behave this way.

Will Graham Had a Secret by hannigramsarah (WrightworthSarah)

Word Count: 4442 Summary: Will Graham has a somewhat slutty past. What happens when he meets Hannibal Lecter and discovers his proclivities may not be as secret as he might have hoped?

this was lovely.

Something Borrowed by BelladonnaWyck

Word Count: 11206 Summary: “What’s wrong with your green card?” Will can’t hope to stop the words from tumbling forth - didn’t even know they were about to spill from his mouth when he opened it - and his cheeks flush when he realizes how intrusive and presumptuous that question is.

Hannibal is Hannibal and they are perfet. i need more green card proposals STAT.

Touch by raiast

Word Count: 10902 Summary: From the kinkmeme prompt:"Going into an intense heat, Will volunteers to be shared and passed around by a group of Alphas. Hannibal finds out. Does he stop it from even happening? Sneak in and sign in to join the group?"What happens when an Omega with a voyeurism kink signs up for a Public Heat and his possessive Alpha psychiatrist applies for a volunteer position? Hint: lots of knotting, lots of come, and maybe, just maybe, a little bit of bloodshed.

FERAL WILL GRAHAM. i really don't think i need to say more.

put your aching teeth to good use, my dear by wormsin

Word Count: 10516 Summary: alternate a/b/o ending to Fromage. when Will sees Hannibal in his office, bloody but alive, he goes into a feral rut. Hannibal tries to pacify him.

again, feral Will Graham just hits all the right buttons.

Tender by McRibFarewellTour

Word Count: 5117 Summary: "Will loved the violence, of course he did, but he loved Hannibal more, and he wanted there to be a clear distinction between the two. He wanted proof that Hannibal loved him, Will Graham, not anyone else who could be convinced to empathize with a serial killer. He didn’t want to push Hannibal against a wall, he wanted to hold and be held by him."A defense of seeking gentleness in a world of violence.

OUCH. in the best way possible, big ouch.

Husband Under Contract by house_of_lantis

Word Count: 49685 Summary: Count Hannibal Lecter has always enjoyed his bachelorhood and freedom, preferring to live a life as an established gentleman and lord of his estate. But Hannibal finds himself married and the last thing he wants is a clingy, tedious spouse who expects romance and to take advantage of Hannibal’s wealth and social status. Will Graham couldn’t care less about the arranged marriage as long as he can keep his job and keep his dogs. He’s amused by Hannibal’s attempts to manipulate him; and when he finally gets Hannibal in bed, he thanks him for a good time and returns to his own suite. What will Hannibal do when he realizes that he’s completely in love with his husband? And can Will ever see past their marriage contract to sharing a real life of love and passion?

An incredible royalty (kind of?) AU. i love how Will just does not give a fuck about upsetting Hannibal, much to the horror of the house staff.

pretty words from a silver tongue by nbcravenstag

Word Count: 3595 Summary: Will’s hookups (as few and far in between as they are) always end the same; deliberate distance between bodies and a cold, empty bed come morning. No one ever stays the night.

touch starved and vulnerable Will??? sign me UP.

i could love you with my eyes closed by nbcravenstag

Word Count: 2276 Summary: In Will Graham's three and a half decades on this planet, no one has ever made him feel like this.or, Hannibal is a little TOO good in bed, leaving his boy a little... emotional.

relatable content.

Night Calls and Liquid Courage by nbcravenstag

Word Count: 4249 Summary: "How much did you drink, Will?”“All of it.”“All of it, hm? That certainly is a lot.” _________________ Beverly Katz hand-delivers a very flirty, very drunk Will Graham to Hannibal's doorstep in the middle of the night. Drunken confessions and lots of cuddling ensue.

fluffy goodness, what more could ya want?

your touch is my safety by feralwillgrhm

Word Count: 4183 Summary: Will had been touch-starved for a while, but he didn't realise how much he craved it until Hannibal came into his life and initiated touch between them repeatedly. It left him wanting more and trembling at night in bed, but he never knew how to tell Hannibal. That was until he finally cracked. Or: 5 times Hannibal touched Will and he barely kept things together, and 1 time he gave in.

this was so sweet and tender!!

I called your name ‘til the fever broke by omnilegent

Word Count: 4363 Summary: Hannibal tilted his head in that cat-like way of his and said, apropos of nothing, ‘I believe you are experiencing touch deprivation, Will.’Will was not in the fucking mood.‘I touch myself plenty, doctor.’ He snapped, realising what that sounded like after he was already committed to saying it and ultimately not really caring. He couldn’t be bothered for all this dancing around half truths via metaphors today.———Hannibal offers Will a helping hand in relieving his touch deprivation…

can y'all tell i was on a "touch starved Will Graham" kick? that's all this is.

the fire went wild (the flames went higher) by antiheroblake

Word Count: 15359 Summary: will takes hannibal out to make up for the shoes he didn’t get, but when hannibal tries to show his appreciation (and how poorly he can behave), will decides to show him something new

show me the places where the others gave you scars by madeofbees

Word Count: 4957 Summary: Will has a bad time at a bad scene; Hannibal helps.Or: if Will has such a strong empathy response to horror and violence, what would happen if Hannibal immersed him in pleasure?

can y'all imagine if this is what Hannibal had done from the start? jesus christ.

Heal Your Wolf(hound) Well by devotional_doldrums

Word Count: 53396 Summary: From a distance, Hannibal enjoys heightening Will’s sickness. But confronted with the injured man lying in his hospital bed… Hannibal’s not so sure he enjoys it, anymore. Chicken soup (for the serial killer’s soul).

i love getting to see Hannibal actively regret his choices. 10/10.

Crystalline by DruidGurl (DaoistDruid)

Word Count: 59216 Summary: Stripper!Hannibal AU (sort of) The proprietor of a successful restaurant, Hannibal (who may or may not be a serial killer and definitely WAS an exotic dancer in his youth) is coerced by an old acquaintance to take a job dancing at a bachelor party. When he shows up, he realizes a mistake has been made, but he also realizes something far more interesting: the groom to be is hotter than Mt. Vesuvius. Circumstance and intent lead the boys where it always should: into bed. A lot.

GIVE ME ALL OF THE CHEATING FICS PLEASE. Everything in this fic was top tier. Hannibal as a dancer? Hell yes. The dirty talk? Yes. The fucking all night long marathon sex sessions? YES. Will being an absolute SLUT for Hannibal??? YES PLEASE GOD.

all i want is you by nbcravenstag

Word Count: 8892 Summary: We should do something tomorrow."Did you have anything in mind?“It’s your birthday.”Ah, he wishes it were so simple. If Hannibal were to wish for anything, it would be Will Graham underneath him, gasping, moaning, whispering his name while he placed claiming bites on his beautiful, porcelain throat. Such an image is so lovely… and so achingly far away. There is nothing wrong with wishing for it, but if it is a boundary that is never crossed, Hannibal can live with it. He can live this quiet, friendly, occasionally bloody life they live simply as friends if it means he continues to have it.That does not mean Hannibal won’t settle for his second favorite. (It isn’t really settling though; their shared hunts are the greatest adventures he’s ever had.)“Well, there is that dreadful Senor Pérez down at the docks…” _________________ A year after the fall. Hannibal and Will are friends and partners in crime, but nothing more. Hannibal is... fine with that. He is content having Will in any way that he is allowed if it means Will stays.Today is Hannibal's birthday. Will surprised him with a kiss.

This made me want to tear up in a good way. It is so TENDER. God, they are so soft and I love them.

le bel homme sans merci by nbcravenstag

Word Count: 7481 Summary: “La Belle Dame Sans Merci.” Will recites breathlessly.Hannibal lets out a pleased hum. “The painting is a rather whimsical rendition of the muse. Keats’ poem depicts a wretched end for the knight where he awakens alone in the field, abandoned by the love of his life, whereas Dicksee’s work focuses on the maiden’s affection and the knight’s surrender to his own heart. Everything he knows and feels, it all changes when he sees her for the first time." _________________ Hannibal leaves his sketchbook in Will's car. He can't stop himself from looking inside, from wanting to know, but he never expected every drawing to be of him.

Hannibal "accidentally" leaving his sketchbook in the car where Will will absolutely find it? Chefs kiss. THEY'RE IN LOVE.

Whiskey Lullaby by thisisthefamilybusiness

Word Count: 1943 Summary: Hannibal Lecter only gives one apology in his entire life, and it is to the man he never meant to kill, the one he murdered not with violence, not with a knife, not as the Chesapeake Ripper, but with assumptions and carelessness and arrogance, to Will Graham. (Fill for the following prompt on HannibalKink: "Alone on the Water-esque fic? "Will you miss me, Hannibal?" "Until the end of my days, William." For those not in the Sherlock fandom, it's basically a deathfic. You can do it with cancer, like AotW, or AIDS, Will's encephalitis....anything you want. Even maybe Hannibal killing Will and these are their last words? Just. Please. Hurt me.")

OUUUGGGHHHH. Thank you, Serri. Will dies because he's HIV+ and Hannibal didn't know and let the encephalitis get so bad that Will got full blown AIDS. Ouch.

Guidance by jonnimir

Word Count: 3511 Summary: Kinktober Day 30: Gagging + Swallowing.Will acts out at a party, and Hannibal helps him calm down by keeping his mouth otherwise occupied.

Will going into subspace!!! I do love a good cockwarming fic. (also this might be what i need when i'm throwing up an attitude shhhh...)

[the-au-collector]

Ok so I've decided to do some digging to try to figure out who the other Mystery Link is. I couldn't find a full version of the LU banner but I did find screenshots from this ask that Jojo answered all the way back in 2018. Idk if she cropped the picture after that, but the banner is still the same picture, just cropped.

I decided to start with the first unconfirmed(?) Link, First, since we already know that's who it is. Idk if anyone's done this before but here is my breakdown:

Mystery Link 1 (First) pretty closely matches with the depiction of him from the Manga. The hair matches, you can see the scarf, his pauldron, his belt, his double-crossing straps. It all matches pretty perfectly, so obviously this is First. We already know that this is First.

The question is who is this guy:

He's very confusing.

So we know he has short hair, wears a strap across his chest, has this weird item on his belt, and wears a split tunic. His boots also come up to about his knees. He looks pretty tall, too. His collar is what I would describe as Legend-esque. It's very similar to Legend's collar. He shirt almost reminds me of Wild? IDK why

I'm going to immediately cross out Spirit and Age as candidates since Jojo has already confirmed they're part of Wind and Wild respectively. I also want to cross off Shadow here too. Mr. Mystery is too tall to be Shadow. I'm also quasi-crossing out Cadence of Hyrule Link since I don't think that game was released when jojo was plotting Linked Universe, but I'm not 100% sure about that so it's open I'm just not considering it for this.

So my thoughts immediately go to four other characters. My immediate thought was CDI Link. I also remembered that cartoon Link exists. And upon closer inspection, I'm not unconvinced Mr. Mystery isn't Time.

So let's go through all 3:

CDI Link

Okay he doesn't really match... at all. At the same time, I want to take this moment to take another look at Legend's design since that deviates quite a lot from his canon designs in the series (so does Four's design) so I'm not going to completely dismiss CDI Link's potential. The item on the hip especially seems to match the compasses from Zelda's adventure. But CDI Link himself...

No. His hair is long. His boots kind of match, but he isn't wearing any outward straps and those compasses are also from a game where the protagonist is Zelda not him. Mostly his hair and simplistic design is the main thing throwing me off. Especially the hair.

Likelihood: ehhh we'll go 6/10.

Cartoon Link

I'm going to be honest I forgot he existed.

Anyways he does have the low-cut neck and the short hair and the thing on his belt. But, like every Link, he has the Default Link Outfit which doesn't really say much since (like we see with Legend and Four especially) jojo will change designs to make the Links more distinct. Someone could theoretically argue she wouldn't change Cartoon much since his hair is already brown instead of blonde...

Honestly for being a Link not included in LU, I'd say he matches pretty close to Mr. Mystery. Closer than CDI anyways.

Likelihood: 7/10. Depends on how different Jojo would be willing to make his design for the comic (he could also be combined with CDI Link too, which would up it to 8/10)

But I noticed something else. Mr. Mystery's outfit and face look a little familiar...

Young Time perhaps?

They have the strap, the belt, the low-cut shirt, the short hair. Mr. Mystery's face literally lines up to Time's chin. I feel like that's significant since jojo made all the Links' face and eye shapes distinct.

The only thing I can't think of is why we would have an alternate version of Time. Maybe we'll see Downfall Time? Maybe Time is Sir Raven after all?

Idk, the more I looked at Mr. Mystery the more I realized he looked a lot like Time.

Likelihood: 4/10. It would be cool, but idk why Jojo would make 2 Times join the party.

Also something very interesting from the banner image:

Ravio's included!

[quinloki]

Kinktober 2023 - Day 7

Nothing says love like being... Caught.

Character: Penguin Reader: cisfem Warnings: manual masturbation, caught in the act, pet names, praise, 18+

Summary: You've kept your desire for Penguin a secret since joining the Heart Pirates. There's just more important things to worry about, but your body keeps driving you to distraction, so you find hidden places on the submarine to handle business privately.

So you intended, at least. -:- 1160 words

Click

You couldn’t get your crew-mate out of your head. Nothing was doing the trick, and you didn’t even know how to bring up your dilemma to anyone.

You couldn’t ask the Captain for help, he’d been friends with Penguin for years. Before the Heart Pirates were even officially the Heart Pirates. It would simply be too weird. You considered going to Ikkaku, but if she knew you had the hots for a fellow crew-mate she wouldn’t let it go.

You were certain that it was okay for you to have your crush, and that if it became more then that would be okay as well. What held you back mostly was that it felt like something small and silly compared to everything else.

The captain had big plans, and everyone’s primary concern was making sure those plans came to fruition.

A little thing like a crush was just… not important.

Important or not though, it was distracting, and you needed to do what you could to mitigate that distraction. So here you were, tucked away in a corner behind one of the bigger, but cooler, broilers in the engine room, taking advantage of the only moment you had alone on the ship.

Hands pulled inside your uniform, you were leaning against the wall, fingers teasing your clit. Back here no one would question you coming back out covered in sweat, so it was good cover.

Your mind wandered a little. You imagined that Penguin was behind you and not the wall. He was built solid, just like the rest of the crew, uniform pulled down in the heat of the room, reaching between your legs, and praising you softly. You were his best girl in your fantasy, moaning quietly, and whimpering his name as he teased you, bringing his “good girl” to a satisfying climax for all her hard work.

Pleasure was building up in you, your eyes rolling back a little as you relished the idea of having him bring you over the edge one day. You wanted to cry for him, whine for him – tell him how wet he made you. Anything, everything. He was so sweet, but you hoped he could be every bit as stern and forceful as the captain.

“P-penguin, puh-please…” You gasp the words softly, chasing your pleasure carefully. It wouldn’t do to scream in euphoria and alert the whole bloody ship.

You brace your legs, his name tumbling from your lips again. You’re so close. You want more, you want him to just hold you down and rail you until you can’t think anymore.

“Oh.”

Your eyes snap open and you see Penguin standing at the edge of the boiler, eyes wide, face quickly turning red. Your boiler suit is still zipped up, but there’s no mistaking what you were doing. You were caught, and by the absolute last person you wanted to be caught by.

You look away, embarrassment making your entire body ache.

“… I… heard my name.” He says, looking back over his shoulder before turning back toward you. He steps over the lip, coming into your little space.

“Sorry.�� Your voice is small, and you take a step back. “I… um. I’m sorry.”

“What for?” He questions and you turn to look at him finally. He’s pulled his hat off, kind eyes smiling at you. His face is pink to his ears, dark cropped hair framing his face. “I’m not upset.”

“It… seemed rude. I did-didn’t want you to know.” You explain, starting to shift away from him again.

He moves quickly, hand on the wall by your head, stopping you from moving away. His hat drops to the floor as he covers his face for a moment, letting out a soft sigh.

“I won’t force you,” he says, looking away for a moment. “But, I’d… like to help.” He looks at you. “If that’s okay.”

“H-help?” You’re almost certain you know what he’s referring to, but it almost seems impossible.

His gaze shifts down to your thighs and then back up to your eyes. You can feel the blood rush through your body. He was nice, always nice, but he was also a pirate. A hunter. A predator. A fighter. Right now you were a little less a crewmate and perhaps a little more of a target, in all honesty.

“You were so close you didn’t even hear me.” He says it evenly, leaning a little closer, eyes shifting from yours to your neck. “I like you too much to leave you hanging like that.”

Language failed you. You made a few confused sounds and could feel Penguin trying not to laugh. He gave you a moment before nuzzling against your cheek a little.

“Let me kiss you,” he says softly, brushing his hand through your hair. “Please.”

You nod, but before you can move your arms Penguin holds them in place. “It’s okay.” He assures you, pressing in closer. “Keep doing what you were doing before.”

“I-I-um, that’s -.” You stammer almost uncontrollably. This was a little like launching yourself into the deep end of the pool, and you weren’t against it, but maybe not quite ready for it.

“Your uniform’s closed, it’s okay.” His lips are a breath away from yours. “I can’t see anything, don’t be embarrassed.”

“That’s not how that works,” you nearly whimper the words, fingers already moving against your clit again. You know he knows what you're doing, since your arms are flexing under his hold on them.

“Good girl,” he purrs and you nearly cum on the spot. The desperate cry that escapes you is devoured by Penguin’s lips quickly. The heavy kiss pushes into you as he presses himself against you a little. You’re trapped between him and the wall, with enough room to continue pleasuring yourself, and little else.

His breath is hot and heavy against your skin as he pulls the top of your boiler suit open just enough to kiss along your neck and shoulders after your initial moans settle down. A gloved hand goes over your mouth as he leaves bruising kisses against your skin. Pleasure echoes against your ribs as your body starts to tremble.

Penguin braces himself against you, holding you up against the wall as your orgasm crashes into your body. His name slips from your mouth, breaking against his glove and replaced by a loud moan as he leaves a harsh hickey on your neck.

He licks your skin as you come down from your high, almost breathing as heavy as you are.

“I could listen to those sounds for hours.” He says, voice quiet and breathy. He tugs on the zipper of your boiler suit, clicking it down slowly, almost tooth by tooth.

“Everyone’s gone ashore.” Click, click, click.

“I was coming down to tell you,” click. “That I drew the short straw,” click, click. “And you could leave, but…” Click.

Click. “No one else is here to hear you.”

Click.

[eneablack]

when i first shifted to my fantasy dr (part 1)

i shifted to this dr in the past and i made a google doc about it because i wanted to send it to my friends but now that i have this account i can share the experience with y’all too :)

i recently shifted there again and wanted to share that too but i thought it would be better to post this one first as it explains more about my dr.

i’ll just copy and paste the document but it says that it’s too long so i have to split it into two posts.

so here we go.

OKAY SO I don't know where to start because I'm still freaking out okay. first of all, to shift, I simply set the intention to wake up in that specific reality (which I called “fantasy reality” because I didn't know what other name to give it) and went to sleep without doing anything else except visualising some parts of my dr house. the next morning i felt something on my face like someone was holding my face in their hands which scared me because i went to sleep alone and usually no one wakes me up but then i remembered it could be mom since we had something to do that morning. only that it wasn’t mom- opening my eyes I was hella shocked, I can't even explain what I felt after seeing that I had neteyam in front of me (yes, I added him to the script of this reality too), after all these months of pure agony (and I'm not kidding) I was finally in front of him and him in front of me. i immediately tried not to act weird but it was super hard so after he asked me if i was sick i told him i had a very weird nightmare and i still had to recover. the fact is that in this reality where I shifted he is not a blue alien but a "human" version (not so much human because he's an elf) and god, he was beautiful, the most beautiful person I've ever seen in my life. at that point he seemed kind of worried about me because i was staring at him the whole time in silence trying to realize what had just happened so to avoid freaking him out more i told him i was so tired again and fuck, he laughed and then he fucking kissed me. to say that I exploded at that moment is an understatement, but let's overlook it. we got out of bed and started getting ready because, from what I understand, we had decided the night before that that morning we would go to my best friend's café (her name is auri and she is a fairy) and it was initially strange to realize that I had wings on my back (they are not so big anyway, that's why I didn't even feel them at first) and I immediately wondered how the fuck do I put a shirt on 🧍🏼but in the end I wore something all shredded. auri (one of my best friends) was so energetic, she never stopped talking but it didn't bother me. then my other friends yuri and will joined us (it’s will byers lol, i added him to the script after watching stranger things this summer). and will is a faun here 😭 he is truly a love, the sweetest and kindest person i know. I'm writing too much maybe I should cut it a bit, i’ll try to summarize from now. in the afternoon comes my favorite part: my work. in this reality I am half fairy half witch, which is a rare gene there (i scripted so because i wanted to be main character), in fact I am almost the only witch in the village apart from my mother and grandmother. so I went home to prepare a potion that someone had asked me for, they had to spray it on the garden that would make the crops grow well. meanwhile, while I was working on my table/altar, neteyam was working on a wonderful painting (that’s his job) which represented the image of the ocean at sunset with a ship in the centre. it was incredible, he was so talented. after i finished the potion i had another customer that day who ordered me a tarot reading so i went to her house (customers often come to my house but it is more usual for me to go to them). she was a young fairy and lived with her mother. as soon as I arrived they were both very kind and asked me if I wanted something to eat or drink before the reading, I said maybe later but they insisted so they made me sit down and gave me a slice of lemon cake (y’all it was so good) and some tea made by them.

(go to my next post for part 2 cause i can’t fit the entire text here for some reason)

[carlplsrailme]

-𝐬𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 | 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐚 𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐚

summary: on a run with rosita gets postponed when she can handle your brattiness anymore

Rosita Espinosa x Fem!Reader

cw: car sex, clit to clit riding, pussy eating, degrading, hate sex.

wc: 700

request: hi! i saw your post saying that you would write for another characters and i was wondering if you ever got the chance if you could write rosita smut? literally anything i just want her to degrade me tbh :/ i never find any smut for my girl :// if not thats completely okay :) <3

your teeth sunk deeper and deeper into your lip, every rock, every crack in the road his raggedy car when over the more likely it means your lip is gonna start dripping red any moment

the car's air was thick to make up for the silence, you swear rosita aimed for the indents of the road to speed over but you kept your mouth shut

she pissed you off. I mean, who wears short shorts and a crop top in the apocalypse? 

she was overly confident too, in an annoying way. always swaying that machete around without a care. it pissed you off- she pissed you off

"are you even listening?" she spat, annoyed at your zone-outs.

"uh- yeah" you mumbled, suddenly becoming ashamed when your prior thoughts seemed all too confident

"fuck- I'm not doing this with someone who can't even listen to me when we're in the damn car" she rolled her eyes as she seemed to speed up

"someone? we've known each other for like- a year" you said, obviously offended at the title she gave you

"so why do you act like such a bitch around me? always agitated and shit- pisses me off" she yelled as the car started to slow

"I'm the bitch? you've always been snappy around me -since the start, I just decided to match your vibe" you spat before looking out the window before almost being launched into the dashboard with the sudden stop

"what the hel-"

"get out." she said, unbuckling her seatbelt, not sparing you a glance

"what? I'm not getting out-" "get.out. and get in the fucking backseat" she yelled before you obeyed, not wanting to listen but not wanting to make this a bigger deal than it already was.

your seat slammed into the pavement before you swung the door to the back seat open and climbed in with a scowl to match

you're on all fours so you climb in and as you're looking up you immediately get met with lips.

It took you a minute to realize you're being kissed, then it took you even longer to realize you're being kissed by rostia

"ros-"

"you're so fucking annoying" she spoke, motioning for you to lay down on the back seats as her itty bitty shorts ride up her thighs when she wrapped them around your exposed thigh, her soft thighs squeezing around you as she reaches for your crotch, you felt embarrassed to let out a soft moan as you felt her fingers rub against your clothed cunt, unzipping and unbuttoning your shorts just to massage your pantied-covered pussy.

"so- so fucking annoying" she continued, slowly rubbing her pussy back and forth on your thigh, she pulled down your shorts along with your panties as she moved so she'd be face to face with your now leaking cunt. she took a thumb up to start rubbing your clit every so softly before licking up your pussy, you squealed out as she lapped at your cunt, you wrapped your things around her neck, you noticed how she snapped her hips back and forth on the cars padding to give herself some friction as she licked up you pussy

"fuck!" you cried out as repeatedly flicked her tongue against your clit, over and over and she never broke eye contact while eating you out.

her tongue pressed down hard on your clit, you slid a hand over your mouth as she spat on your cunt for more lube before bringing her hand down to smack your whole pussy, you cried out but she did it again and again, going back down to suck at your cunt to make it feel better but the sting in your core only brought you closer to your orgasm 

"fuck this" she gasped as she sat up, you whined but kept focused as she unbuttoned and unzipped those tiny fucking shorts, revealing a light pink thong she stripped off immediately before taking her shirt and bra off with yours discarded as well

she placed herself over you before leaning her pussy down to rub on yours, you both moaned in unison as she began to hump her pussy into yours. she ruthlessly humped your pour cunny until you were crying, her tits bouncing with each thrust as one of her hands flicked and rubbed at one of your nipples, you let out a faint scream before you came, and she sped up before cumming all over your abused pussy.

she panted on top of you for a while before letting out a sigh and saying "-so so annoying"

an: ahhh!! my first fic for a character who isn't carl!! lmaooo rosita is one of my favorite characters so I was so happy to write for her! fun fact: rosita smut was the first ever twd fic I've ever read! lmao

[animeomegas]

Hi! I love your works I'd like to request what the omega naruto boys would have as their "ideal type" of alpha if that's okay. Or just them being smitten with their intended alpha please (or maybe a bit of both?). Thank you so much.

Hey, hey!! I don't think there would be only one type of alpha for each boy, but I will write some stuff that crops up in my head for them in a bit more of a generic way :D I also just picked a handful of characters! Hope that's okay!! <3

Naruto boys' 'ideal' alpha

Naruto:

He needs an alpha that shows love for him overtly and in every movement that they make.

Someone who won't get annoyed in the middle of the night if Naruto asks 'do you love me? 🥺' or accidentally kicks them in his sleep.

He wants someone with a sense of humour that matches his own.

He needs someone who thrives when all his friends are around, who lets him indulge by showing them off and bragging about them constantly. Extroverts are his type, I think, but social competency is not required.

Naruto really, really wants someone who will make him feel like the centre of the universe when they look at him. Someone who loves like he loves. Someone who looks after him, but also lets him look after them.

Sasuke:

Patience is key in an alpha for Sasuke.

He needs someone who takes things slowly, but calmly. Someone who knows exactly when to take things seriously and when to wave problems away as no big deal.

Someone who loves to travel, but also someone who loves to hunker down at home.

He needs someone strong, physically and/or emotionally.

He needs someone who understands that he pushes people away because he's scared of how much they mean/could mean to him, who treats his trauma as important, but also as something that doesn't have to define him completely.

Most importantly though, Sasuke needs someone dependable, someone he can trust to always be there, prioritise him and always love him.

Brains are optional though.

Shikamaru:

Shikamaru needs someone who understands him. He is so often misunderstood, and while that doesn't bother him, he feels like melting inside when his alpha sees directly into his soul.

He needs someone to say no for him, to ask him what he truly wants from his life and support him in that.

Shikamaru wants someone who loves to massage him as much as he loves being massaged. Someone who will give him head pats and back scratches.

He knows that Naras can get a bit intense sometimes. He wants someone who indulges that passion, but he needs someone who knows when to indulge and when to snap him out of it.

Shikamaru needs someone who gets along with his friends, because he's the type who brings his partner to everything he gets invited to.

Ultimately, he needs someone who makes him feel excited to be awake.

Chouji:

Chouji is a family man through and through. He needs an alpha who will thrive in his family, one way or another.

Food is at the centre of his family too, so an alpha that is some kind of foodie is ideal. He doesn't care if they don't eat meat, or dairy, or they're allergic to nuts, he and his family will always accommodate them, he just wants them to be adventurous with food, to take a spoonful of what he's cooking and tell him what they think.

Chouji also wants someone who communicates brilliantly. Someone who says what's on their mind, but is always tactful enough to avoid hurting others. He wants to hear their thoughts and feelings and have his listened to in return.

This may seem strange, but he'd love an alpha that often remembered their dreams. He almost always remembers his and loves to share and compare over breakfast and other down times.

What Chouji really wants in an alpha, is someone to spend time with. Garden with him, got out with him, watch films with him, cook with him, anything and everything, as long as he's together with his partner, he's happy.

Shino:

Shino needs someone who can appreciate silence, who never feels awkward when Shino is quiet, or takes a while to think about what he wants to say.

He needs someone who appreciates and adores his little quirks, cherishing all the trinkets he brings them and weird bug facts that he shares.

He wants someone whose gaze never strays from him, never stares at others for too long, who calls him beautiful and means it.

Shino doesn't need for his alpha to love bugs as much as he does, in fact, that's his thing, he would probably feel strange if they were as knowledgeable as him. No, he just wants someone who knows about his bugs, sees his bugs, and doesn't let it change the way they treat him or think about him as a person.

Shino secretly wants an alpha that will feel comfortable putting an arm around him or holding his hand in public. He blushes every time, but just knowing that an alpha would show off their relationship makes him feel secure.

What he really, truly and deeply needs, is someone who will love him for who he is, not in spite of who he is.

Kiba:

Kiba needs an alpha who thrives in chaos, someone open minded, always willing to try new experiences.

He needs someone fiercely loyal. Kiba is that way himself, and the feeling of being more loyal to someone than they are to you is a bad one. He wants a ride or die relationship to the very core.

Kiba wants someone with a great sense of humour, who can laugh at themselves and everyone else. He swoons over alphas with big, loud laughs.

Being a dog lover is key to any alpha for him.

He wants someone honest. Someone protective. Someone that smacks him on the butt whenever they walk past him.

Most of all, he needs someone that understands that him and his family work a little differently, and who wants to try to be a part of that. Someone he can make strange noises at or flop on top of without them making it weird.

Itachi:

He needs someone who will gently tuck his hair behind his ears when it falls in his face.

Someone who can remind him to look for small pieces of joy amongst the trauma, drinking expensive tea, watching the rain and trying new dango flavours.

He thrives with a calm person. Someone who speaks gently and rarely gets overwhelmed with emotions.

He needs someone who doesn't judge him for the awful things he has done, ideally someone who can treat him like the traumatised young adult that he is.

He lives for an alpha that will only look at him. He's secretly a jealous person, as all Uchiha are, and although he hides it, he would thrive with an alpha that indulged that side of him with reassurances.

He doesn't want someone who will try to argue with him on his plans to die at Sasuke's hand, or someone who will push him to treat the illness he thinks he deserves.

He doesn't want someone like that, but he needs someone like that. An alpha that can walk the line between upsetting him and letting him die.

Brains are optional.

[lollytea]

Huntlow ft Gus au where they roleplay Cosmic frontier and being O'bailey helps Hunter feel more confident to flirt with Willow? Kinda like in Community when Annie, Troy and Abed roleplay Inspector Spacetime and Abed totally changes when getting into character

OKAY OKAY OKAY But after all this Collector shit is over and everything settles down. Hunter and Gus LARPing in their Cosmic Frontier cosplays and Gus casts an illusion curtain so Camila's basement really does feel like the inside of a futuristic spaceship. They even get Camila on board to join them. (Remember how excited she was to LARP in Yesterday's Lie?? She's never done anything like this before but she would be so into it!!)

Anyway. You KNOW how Gus and Hunter are. Obviously Gus is a born performer and very committed to theatrics but also there's Hunter who is intensely hyperfixated on Cosmic Frontier and not only connects to O'Bailey but also sees him as a fictional role model of sorts. He's cool and smart and kind and confident and basically everything Hunter aspires to be. So O'Bailey is basically Hunter's main blorbo. He WOULD be the type to keep a notebook full of O'Bailey characters analysis. He understands this fictional man inside and out. Everything from his big grand life aspirations and inner turmoil to his little character tics and personal details.

So when he and Gus get into the zone? Oh Hunter would take it so deathly seriously. Gus would too so they're perfect LARPing partners.

I think it definitely fits with Hunter's tendency to lose himself in the roles that he plays, like how his personality altered when he was wearing the Golden Guard uniform. Except, in this case, Hunter's face is on full display and rather than O'Bailey being a character Hunter can hide behind like the GG was, it's more like Hunter is just having fun playing pretend, while using O'Bailey as a bit of an outlet for him to experiment with the person he wants to be. Role-playing as this character he really likes helps with his confidence significantly as with the bonus of being unmasked, it's easier for him to tap into it as Hunter.

Eventually. Eventually.

Because when they first start playing pretend, Hunter believes that he's playing an entirely different person than himself. But he has so much fun with it!!!

Anyway Gus and Hunter get very into their roles, acting out extremely tense and emotionally gripping scenes. Camila is also very enthusiastic, though she has a tendency to break character every once in a while by devolving into squeals because this is just SO cool!!! Why did she and Manny never do this??

Anyway Willow almost always shows up to watch. For the plot. She sits there and she watches Hunter go full cool hero protagonist mode for the plot. She's very interested in....whatever the fuck is going on. There's an asteroid about to hit the ship she thinks. She doesn't know what an asteroid is but she assumes this is a bad thing.

It's Camila that kickstarts the chaos. She notices the scene is waning in regards to cool shit to say and decides to spice things up. As O'Bailey and Avery are engaged in a tense dialogue, she shuffles over to where Willow is sitting and takes her by the hands to hoist her up.

"How about you join us, Mija? :)"

"Oh!" Says Willow, blinking out of the stupor that overcame her when Hunter started a dramatic monologue about the safety of everyone in the galaxy. "Okay...?"

She had never done something like this before. But now that Camila is leading her over to the boys, she thinks to herself...hm. yeah...Yeah!! Yeah, this could be fun!!!

"Captain Avery." Camila says sharply, snapping her posture straight. "Botanist Kumiko O'Bailey has been sent to inspect our vegetation crop and report back to the Nebula Federation."

Gus and Hunter turn to look at them and Willow feels the push to engage.

"Uhh. YES!" She announces, adopting a powerful air as she places her fists on her hips and tips her chin up high. "It's me! Kumiko!! And I'm here to...uh. To do what Camila just said."

"Quando."

"What Quando just said."

"Also...." Camila continues. "She mentioned wanting to see her husband."

"My what now?" Willow blurts out under her breath.

Oh. Right. Kumiko. Kumiko O'Bailey. She had heard that name once or twice. She knows at least a chunk of the lore. Hunter talks about it often.

So. So she's currently playing the role of...

"Kumiko!" Hunter exclaims and rushes to her side. And then suddenly there's hands and they're long and narrow and warm and they are cradling her hands. And though Willow has held Hunter's hands plenty of times, it was always initiated by her. It's his sudden bout of forwardness that stuns her speechless.

Where is this coming from?

"Um..." Willow finds herself mumbling idiotically.

"You weren't answering any of my communications." Hunter says, looking deeply invested in the colour of Willow's eyes. "I was worried..."

Hunter has not acknowledged that this is something he would have been far too shy to do with Willow Park under any other circumstances. Because he is currently Chief Engineer O'Bailey and he is extremely committed to portraying this role faithfully. And if there's one thing he knows about O'Bailey, it's that he loves Kumiko with abandon.

"Aw, well, you know how it is," Willow grins, still a little breathless. She tries to tear her eyes away from their interlaced fingers, a slight blush seeping across her cheeks.

"The communication....thingie...was busted. So I just figured I'd hop on a spaceship and come find ya."

Under the assumption that she's nailing this role, Willow decides to get a little rambunctious with it. She tilts her head to the side, tweaking her smile into something overtly flirty. "I missed you <3" She says in a honey sweet tone that she has used on him on numerous occasions. It usually renders Hunter completely unsure of what to do with himself. It's adorable.

But not this time.

Hunter, completely unruffled, responds with a warm endeared smile that sends Willow's pulse coursing. "I missed you too." He says softly.

And then. One of those accursed hands of his. It settles into a gentle caress against her face.

Willow's eyes are just about about bulging out of their sockets.

"But wooow," Hunter croons, stroking the pad of his thumb across her cheekbone. (Her skin is hot and he is gonna notice, which is only making it hotter.) That's when the flirtatious touch to his own smile cracks through. "You traveled all those lightyears? For me?"

Willow does not have a fucking clue what a lightyear is. But she likes the sound of the word when he says it like that.

"You betcha, babe!" Willow responds enthusiastically, trying to regain some handle on this scenario. "You know I'd travel a million lightyears just to see you."

She flirts. Her. Willow.

Hunter unexpectedly taking the lead here is throwing her off. She's floundering.

Is this what she does to him all the time?

Hunter's smile spreads and he takes a step closer.

Willow would have taken an instinctive step back but she is currently frozen to the spot.

Hunter's eyes are very brown.

"Well..." He says musingly. "You've seen me. Will that be everything, Mrs O'Bailey?"

Willow is certain her heart forgot its main functions before promptly bursting into a frenzy.

How has his palm not scalded against her cheek.

Willow is about to say something. Potential responses swirl around in her head.

She isn't quite sure what is about to happen. All she's processing is that Hunter is standing very close and she has some ideas of what she would like to happen right now and she's pretty sure if she just--

"Oooooh. Go Hunter!" Somebody suddenly whoops and Willow gets to see the O'Bailey persona shatter like glass before her very eyes.

Luz has descended the stairs with not an ounce of context of what is going on. All she sees is Hunter cupping Willow's cheek and moving closer and closer.

Camila is observing with a broad beam, while Gus leans against a nearby wall, a little bored.

With that, Hunter is yanked back to the reality of the situation. He's not in space, he's in a basement. He's not Chief Engineer O'Bailey, he's Hunter. And she is not his wife Kumiko. She is Willow Park.

He might have been about to kiss Willow Park.

Heat floods his face and he breaks into a splutter of rapid-fire apologies. The words are spit out so frantically, they begin to tangle together.

And as charmed as Willow tends to be with flustered Hunter, she is quite disappointed that whatever that was is over.

Meanwhile Hunter is dangerously close to the realization that flirting with Willow Park is something as impossible as he originally thought.

[clever-and-unique-name]

Oh. Something in me is snarling and snapping. Okay.

Sorry, most of you aren't going to have a lot of context for this because it would take far too long to explain and these feelings are melting my brain. The short story is I made a discord server 4 years ago for friends with OSDDID and just left it yesterday.

I still have a couple friends there still. So I've been kept abreast of the conversations that happened in the wake of me leaving. Because nothing can ever be discussed openly, to the face of who it's about, right? That's a big part of why I left in the first place.

So, some things, to recap, mostly for my sanity. Sorry, this is going to get extremely long, because I want to say all I need to say.

Initially, I made the server to foster a small, intimate community of people with OSDDID. One of those people is someone who groomed me as a teenager.

Over time, some of the people there helped me realize I was in a toxic relationship with that person. When things finally came to a head and that person left the server (2? years ago?), I was...very not okay. But I had people there supporting me through it, and we got closer through the fallout. I am genuinely thankful for their support through it. It would have been exponentially more rough without them.

Time passed. I went from being unemployed to working full time. I had less time to spend socializing online, partially due to the strict divide between our work-parts and home-parts. I began to neglect my friendships, and though we tried--god, we really did try--we just couldn't figure out how to talk more than maybe once a week, when the right alignment of parts were out to be Home and Social in the way we felt we needed to be. And it just dwindled from there.

At some point around there, I started talking to B. We bonded over our shared love of art and character creation. She was welcoming to all of my parts, insisted on talking to anyone who was present. A novelty for me, to be individually recognized and not have to hide anyone. She got me on my stressful days and rough nights--vulnerable times I didn't feel I could share with people previously. We have talked every day for two years.

Resentment began to grow from the people I'd previously been close to. Obviously...it hurts to be told that someone doesn't have space for you like they used to, while they're clearly engaging in a close and intimate friendship with another person. I tried to reassure that I still cared about people, and tried to reach out when I could, but it kept cropping up with different people in the server: you don't care about me anymore, we're clearly not friends anymore, well you can make room for her so why not me. It was almost like clockwork for a bit, once a month someone new would step forward and I would try to put out the fire again.

(The thing is, every single one of these people expressed that they completely understood and sympathized/empathized with my limited social ability. They insisted that our level of contact was fine, until it apparently wasn't and they confronted me about it. So as I was having a conversation with one person with them saying "No it's totally okay that we don't talk much, I still love and care about you sooo much!", I was fielding a convo from a different person who had said the same thing to me weeks/months ago, talking about how I had actually been horribly neglecting them and that we weren't friends anymore.)

Then around a year ago, that person I mentioned, the one I knew as a teenager, created a new account to bypass my blocks, and reached out to me again. Trying to "apologize" for something, the subject of which had me questioning if someone I knew was tipping them off to things I was processing semi-privately. Right at the crescendo of all the other social issues.

Lit match. Powder keg. Boom.

I withdrew hard. From absolutely everyone but B. I didn't know who to trust with their reassurances of "we're totally okay, love and care about you!" I didn't know who harbored resentments. I knew, from past experiences, that there were people in the server prone to gossiping with each other, and I had stepped on their toes by pulling away from them. I mean. That's how we had bonded in the first place--by us privately talking about the person I knew, among others. You know what they say about bad karma.

I all but disappeared from the server, owner in name only. I fought the urge to delete it, and instead promoted others to mods so I could further remove myself. Every time I attempted to talk there, I was overwhelmed with anxiety to the point of physical illness. I tried to convince myself that it was all in my head, that I was just having attachment trauma, that I could sit with my discomfort and everything would be fine. More and more, it felt like the only person I could truly trust to be emotionally attached to was B. Out of 20-odd people, 6 had heel-turned and told me I hurt them with my distance. I was just waiting on the rest to do the same. And waiting. And waiting.

And suddenly, a couple days ago, another server "friend" (I hesitate to call anyone that because it was impressed upon me, multiple times, that I was not being a friend to people) blocked me. I found out when I went to send them a meme and discovered I couldn't. I thought I was used to it, I thought I couldn't be blindsided anymore. But it had been a while since it had happened; I thought everyone who had a limit with me had reached it.

I checked our convo history. Yet again: us talking about how much we understood each other, how we're both prone to isolation, how we still cared about each other.

Upset, I told B, who was also friends with them. Who immediately found out she was blocked too.

So we both decided to leave the server. We announced it yesterday afternoon, and hung around to talk a bit, wanting to leave as little confusion as possible without outright calling anyone out. We knew there were people there who didn't know about any of this going on (I'm so sorry for all the drama that's been dumped on your feet, guys.) We also knew there were people there who had been talking about all this behind our backs--we just didn't know how many. Again, the suspicion and speculation and "when will it happen again" was really what was eating us alive.

We left amicably. And then as soon as the doors were closed, of course people stepped forward to talk about how I had just stopped caring about them to focus on B instead. As if it was that simple. As if they had stopped at any point to talk to me about it (and the ones who did vehemently denied that it was an issue of comparing our friendship to mine with B.)

Caring was never the issue. I cared about people until they blocked me, or outright told me I wasn't a friend to them anymore. I kept caring about people, against my fears that it would end like that again, because it's just my nature to care. But caring in silence doesn't feel like much of anything, does it? I know that. I'm sorry for the way I've made people feel from that. But connection is a two-way street--where the hell were you? B has talked to me every day for two years. When someone talks, I respond. If you wanted me there, where the hell were you?

[links-in-time]

Twilight Warriors 5

Decided to do a non smutty chapter.

😯 Yes I know!

But please stick with it. I wanted some character development and a little bit of back story for Wars and Twilight and that's hard to do if their mouths are occupied for one reason or another.

This chapter doesn't have any warnings, but it is part of an 🔞 series so read at your own discretion.

Warriors decided he hated dungeons. He decided he hated them about five minutes after entering his very first temple ruin and a giant spider fell on top of him, pinning him to the ground. In the narrow corridor there was very little room for the boys to manoeuvre around in. Time was the closest and an instant later Wars saw the tip of Time's golden side arm jutting out of the monsters head. Time and Twilight helped to heave the beast off Warriors and pulled him to his feet. If the rest of the dungeon was going to be this tight and dimly lit, it was going to be a very long day.

Legend, Four, Wind and Hyrule were practically buzzing with excitement at that thought. Sky and Twilight seemed to have resigned themselves to their situation and were going to tackle it one thing at a time, without over thinking their predicament too much. Wild was almost as bewildered as the Captain, but seemed to have some experience at solving the sometimes insane puzzles which blocked their progress through the ruins.

With his expertise lying in large scale battles with multiple enemies, Warriors decided to leave this particular part of their journey to the experts in 'dungeon crawling', as they called it.

"Come on Captain, lighten up. I'm sure there'll be something for you to fight as soon as we hit the next chamber!" Hyrule called to him from the front of the group.

He sounded so goddess damned cheerful it reminded Wars of Mask during the war. The boy was always itching for a fight. To put on one of his masks and charge the enemy force with some crazy power at his command. Now his little brother was all grown up. Grown up and their defacto leader on this quest. It had taken a while for Wars to connect the dots from his little brother from another time, to Time. To be fair to himself, Time hardly looked anything like his younger self.

The markings on his face had been a clue, but Wars hadn't wanted to give himself false hope. However, one night around the campfire they had been trading stories as usual and the topic of masks had cropped up. After scaring Wars nearly half to death, he had finally seen the path between his mischievous little brother from the war, to the man he knew and loved in the present. Turns out that Time never fully grew out of his prankish streak. Something that both warmed his heart, and made his eyes roll at the same time.

"Hey, you okay Cap?" Twilight asked, falling into step with his companion. "You've been pretty quiet all day."

"Have I? Not much for me to contribute I guess. Soon as we find a puzzle or an enemy we have to best by talking at it, I'll be your man!" Wars jested, but his smile didn't quite reach his eyes.

"You sure you're okay? We could find somewhere safe and wait for the others?" Twilight suggested.

"No, it's fine. I don't want to leave them any more than you do. I'm just, not used to this. That's all," Wars insisted, trying his best to sound convincing. "Besides, this is the first place we've found which has a tangible link to Dark. All the local reports say the monsters have been coming from this ruin. So either he's here, or he left another portal behind somewhere in this dungeon."

Their conversation came to an end as Legend unlocked the next door. The nine of them walked through into a large chamber lined with columns and statues, and another door at the far end leading out of it. Great. Not the final chamber then.

"What now Four? This is your dungeon after all," Time sighed, trying his best not to sound impatient.

"Last time the four of us turned off the flames by pressing the four switches together," Four replied, examining the room with a cold stare.

"What flames?" Wild asked, but he quickly got his reply.

As though in answer, the statues lining the walls immediately let out a burst of bright orange flame, spanning the width of the room. Almost in unison, the nine boys took a large step backwards, away from the roiling flames before them.

"Right, flames. Switches, okay." Wild stammered.

Four quickly showed the others where the four switches were and Wild helped shoot at the farthest one beyond their reach. With the first set of statues deactivated the Chain moved forwards tentatively. However, when Four told them to halt and wait for the next bout of flames to appear, nothing happened. For a heartstopping moment he thought the trap might be defunct, that they could move forwards unhindered. He should really know better than to wish for such luck.

With a crash, the door behind them slammed shut and the door ahead slid open. A torrent of monsters quickly scrambled their way into the room, most holding bows, trained on their prey.

"At last, something I can handle!" Wars chuckled to himself, drawing his sword.

He quickly tried to put some distance between himself and his brothers, but the chamber was still farily narrow. They could only really stand four or five abreast at best. Not great when a swarm of bokos and some kind of large red beetle with tentacles for legs, was trying to cut them off from each other. Wars decided he'd ask about them later, after he's killed them all.

"Wild you have some bombs on you?!" Four shouted, from the front of the group.

"You know I do!"

That was the last thing Wars remembered before all hell broke lose. Rather than tackling the problem logically and to his mind, safely. Four and their resident wild child, decided to deal with the situation in a different manner. Leaving Wars and Twilight in their current predicament.

"That you Cap?" Twilight wheezed, only succeeding in drawing more dust into his lungs.

"Yeah, I'm here Twi. You alright?" Wars coughed in reply.

"Just about. Le'me see if I can roll onto my back."

Wars heard some strained noises amid Twilight's shuffling. Then the tell-tale sound of Twilight digging through his bag. Good, at least that hadn't been crushed. A moment later, a lantern flickered into life, illuminating their tiny new world. Twilight was covered head to toe in grey dust, a trickle of blood framing the right side of his face. Wars tried to reach out to touch it but found he couldn't move his left arm. Turning his head he found it trapped beneath a piece of carved masonry, a bit of one of the statues he thought.

"Don't move. I've got you," Twilight insisted, in his easy going manner.

Wars felt more reassured than he should have when Twilight shifted over towards him. Looking up at the roof of their tiny prison of stone, Wars could see cracks running through every piece of rock above their heads.

"Be very, very careful what you touch right now Twi." Warriors warned in a hushed voice, the back of his mouth caked in the same dust covering Twilight. "One wrong move could bring this whole thing down on top of us."

"Got it." Twi nodded.

After a few moments he managed to carefully lift the stone off Wars' arm and set it to one side. Wars slowly sat up and tested his arm. It felt like nothing more than a bruise, perhaps a fracture at worst. But at least it wasn't broken.

"How's it feel?" Twi asked, indicating Warriors arm.

"Could be worse. It's not broken. I might try splinting it just in case." Wars replied, already pulling his bag into his lap to search for his medical supplies. "How's your head? You're bleeding."

"Just a bump, my head's fine. I've got a potion for your arm if you'd prefer?" Twi suggested.

"How many do you have at the moment?"

"Four, I've been trying to keep them stocked up since that day."

"Well at least you learnt something from the experience!" Wars sighed.

"Hey, you want the potion or not?!" Twi asked, feeling a little defensive.

"Sorry yes, that would be great. Besides, there's not enough light or space in here for me to work properly anyway," said Wars, as he took the bottle from Twilight.

"Nah, I've seen you patch up the lot of us in worse situations than this. I bet you could do stitches with your eyes shut these days!"

"Kind of you to say, but I don't think I'll try it any time soon. Legend already hates needles as it is. I doubt he'd look too kindly at me if I tried stitching him up without looking!"

Wars chuckled a little, taking a few slow sips of the glittering red potion. He tucked his knees into a more comfortable sitting position and put his bag down by his side. After he finished off the potion, Wars handed the bottle back to Twi. He could already feel it working. The familiar magic coursing through his veins, knitting bone and muscle back together and healing the surface bruising to his arm.

Everything was so quiet. Inside their little cave were the soft sounds of their own breathing and heart beats hammering in their ears. Beyond the stone above them there was nothing. The columns and statues which had collapsed in the blasts, only rested a few inches above their heads.

"Looks like we might be in here for a while, until the others can dig us out of here. You going to be okay?" Wars asked, giving his companion a discerning look.

"I'll be alright. I'll just try not to think about it too much. Small spaces are one thing. Small spaces I can't get out of... Well, I'll try not to think about it."

Silence descended over the pair as they waited for rescue in what ever form it might take. Wars didn't mind small spaces, he had spent his youth in a box room with one bed and a sibling to share it with. Then in the army he'd been squeezed into barracks with dozens of other men and women. Space was a luxury he'd learned to do without. But Twilight, Twilight was used to mountainous regions and vast fields rimmed by forest trails. Wars could only imagine how hard it must be for the Rancher to sit still and be patient in such a cramped place.

"Tell me what you're thinking," Wars uttered, when the silence and the pained expression on Twilight's face was too much for him to bare.

"I was thinking about my home," Twilight sighed, a little of the tension leaving his face.

"Ordon?" Wars asked.

"Before that. See, not many people know this, but I didn't grow up in Ordon. I tried my best to make it my home. And it was the place I found the most peace in my life. But I only lived there for a year and a half before the Twilight beasts attacked."

"Where did you live before that?" Wars questioned with a frown.

"A place that doesn't exist anymore. A border city between Hyrule and the desert. It... I... It vanished. I was the only survivor." Twilight's voice peatered out, as his gaze dropped to the floor.

"I'm sorry Twi, I had no idea."

"S'alright. You couldn't have known. Heck, hardly anyone back home knew about it either. After I lost my home I wandered Hyrule trying to disappear myself. I found Ordon instead. Rusl and Uli took me in and Ilia helped me find my way. I thought I might have found some peace, some escape from the darkness. But it ended up finding me anyway." Twilight explained, his gaze still fixed on the lamp in front of him.

"Seems that's the way for us Hero types. The moment we get a moments peace the Goddesses see fit to shatter it." Wars sighed, fiddling with the corner of his tunic.

"What about you, I know you were a soldier. But what about before that? Where'd you grow up?" Twilight asked, lifting his gaze to look at Wars.

"On the edges of Castle Town. I'm afraid my story isn't as tragic or exciting as yours though Twi." Wars tried to deflect Twilight's question.

"Tell me anyway," Twilight insisted softly.

"Well," Wars said, letting out a deep sigh. "We didn't just live on the edge of town, we lived on the margins too. My father was a drunk and my mother worked making textiles. My father used to beat my sister and my mother when his temper would get the better of him. As soon as I was big enough to put myself between them and his fists, that's exactly what I did. Got plenty of bruises and belt slaps for it. But I never felt sorry for myself. I'd rather take on his drunken ire, than let him take it out on them. I ended up enrolling in the army at fifteen."

"Fifteen?! Bit young weren't you?!" Twi bulked at the idea of a skinny fifteen year old Link thrusting himself into the world of drills and steel.

"That's what the recruitment agent said." Wars nodded. "But I asked to show them what I could do and I must have impressed someone because the next day I got my summons to the barracks. My first paycheck went to renting a room for my mother and sister. I didn't care what happened to my father. Even when one of our old neighbours told us that he'd passed, I felt no loss. I didn't cry or mourn him. All he'd done was help bring me into the world, he hadn't tried to make it a kind place for me."

"I'm sorry. I remember the guilt and the loss I felt after I lost my family. I don't think I ever quite got over it."

"At least you had people around you who cared for you and loved you like one of their own. The army may be a great place to build bonds of friendship, but it's a hard place to find love."

Twilight quirked an eyebrow.

"You never found anyone among your fellow soldiers?" He asked, Wars snorted a laugh.

"There were a couple while I was going through training. A girl who came from the same side of the city as me. We bonded over terrible parents. When I was assigned my first posting, there was a guy who fell head over heels for me. I broke his heart when I couldn't commit. Broke mine too, but I just wasn't ready."

Wars looked over at his companion, staring back at him.

"Sorry, you probably don't want to hear about my past daliances."

"S'okay. I only really had one before you," Twilight shrugged.

"Midna?" Wars asked in a small voice.

"Yeah, Midna." Twi echoed, dropping his gaze once more.

"You really loved her didn't you?" Wars asked tentatively, ready to beat a hasty retreat if Twi wasn't willing to talk.

"I didn't know it until it was too late. Maybe if I'd understood my feelings sooner, maybe I wouldn't have just stood there..."

He paused, trailing off into his own thoughts. Wars waited, he didn't want to interrupt Twilight if he decided to continue speaking.

"If I could take anything back. Could go back and change what I did, it would be that moment. I would at least say goodbye."

"You never said goodbye?" Wars breathed, shock plain on his face. Twilight shook his head.

"I didn't realise what she was going to do. I just... I was a fool." Twi uttered, his words getting caught in his throat.

"Hey, you're not a fool. Alright. You've changed since then too. I remember that night you and Sky were trying to cheer me up. And you certainly did that and then some!" Wars remarked.

"Hmm, it took a lil prompting from you to get the Goron rolling though. Don't think I would have said anything if you hadn't first Cap." Twilight admitted, gently shaking his head.

"Well, I'm so very glad you did. You've made this whole journey a lot more bareable Twi," Wars insisted, the truth of his words plainly written in his smile. "I love the others dearly, like family. But how I feel about you. It's a kind of love I didn't think heroes were allowed."

"I know what you mean. It's like, I know you can more than handle yourself in a fight, but I'm still scared to lose you. Because, I don't want this feeling to end." Twilight spoke quickly, afraid he wouldn't get the right words out otherwise.

"I feel the same way. I'd be devastated if any of the boys... If we lost anyone. But if I lost you now, I don't know what I'd do." Wars echoed Twilight's thoughts and both found each others gaze for a moment.

"Then we watch each other's backs, and we make the most of the peace we get in between the bouts of storm. Right?" Twilight declared, daring to raise his voice for a moment.

"Right. Business as usual for us heroes then!" Wars chuckled.

"Haha, yeah, I guess so!" Twi huffed with a laugh.

Wars smiled and braced himself on his good arm as he leaned towards Twilight. He closed his eyes and pressed a soft kiss to Twi's lips. He tasted of dust and sweat, but the gentle contact eased his mind. Twilight returned the kiss, and cupped Wars' cheeks with his hands. Twi kissed him again, a little firmer, before drawing away to rest his forehead on Wars'.

Just as Twi was about to open his mouth to speak, they heard something. A scratching, scraping noise. Like metal against earth. It was difficult to tell what direction the noise was coming from, and both Wars and Twilight's eyes were on the rocks above them. Which is why when Sky broke through the ground beneath them, they both jumped out of their skins.

"Woh! Easy! It's just me, it's Sky!" The chosen hero quickly tried to reassure his brothers. Talking as though he were trying to soothe a scared loftwibg.

Sky was filthy, covered in more dirt than Twilight, but he beamed from ear to ear. As recognition dawned on Wars and Twi's faces they relaxed. Letting go of each other's hands, which they seemed to have grabbed on instinct. Sky just smiled sweetly at them and made no comment. After getting over the shock, Warriors noticed the strange gloves the Skyloftian was wearing. They were bulky and long curved claws protruded out of them.

"Sky!" Twilight breathed, "Spirits! How did you get in here?!"

"I dug a tunnel under the rubble. Sorry it took me a while, these mits can dig through pretty much anything but the floor in here is pretty tough. I came as fast as I could. We were all just hoping you hadn't been crushed. I'm so glad you're both alright."

Wars couldn't help but smile at the relieved expression on Sky's face. He made a mental note not to ever let Sky play cards with Wind. That was a victory he was well prepared to rob from the sailor.

Once Warriors and Twilight had crawled along behind Sky through his tunnel, they emerged at the far end of the chamber they had been trapped in. He breathed a sigh of relief when he found the rest of the Chain anxiously waiting for them. Behind him however, the carnage laid out before them was extensive. In fact, Twilight was convinced it was a miracle he and Wars were still alive at all.

"I didn't think it had worked!" Wild's voice was muffled as he crashed into Twilight, pulling him into a vice like hug. "The bomb bounced off one of those bugs and hit the column. After that, everything started falling apart. I saw the rubble heading in your direction. I managed to halt some of it with the slate before it fell. Just hoped it wouldn't crush you before the rest fell on top. I'm so sorry Twi!"

"Hey, it's okay Wild. The Captain and I are both fine. We're both alive and as far as I can see everyone else is too. You did well to stop that rubble, that was real quick thinking." Twilight quickly tried to reassure his prodege. "We're okay cub, everyone's okay."

As Wars watched the pair of them in their embrace he felt a strange pressure on his hand. He looked down to see that Sky was holding onto him as well. Not as fiercely as Wild was hugging Twilight. But he was there all the same, holding onto Wars, his intent clear.

"Don't you ever scare us like that again Captain," Sky warned, his voice low. Still looking ahead as he spoke.

"I'll try not to. We just keep taking care of each other. All of us. And we'll get through this."

"Yeah, I hope you're right."

< Chap 4 : Chap 6 >

[clingyduoapologist]

hello!! I was redirected here by bronzetomatoes after inquiring about kylo ren hate (I think the hitting him with a car post is so funny and also i know so little about star wars. it adds to the comedy tbh) and i was told if i want the funny/thorough answer that you’re the place to go. so if you’d like to, go absolutely off the walls about it :)

My friend have you come to the right place.

SO BASICALLY Star Wars is a story about how 3 good movies collectively altered the course of human history by making just like, stupid amounts of money right?

So obviously, Disney was like “I need to get in on that” and bought Star Wars and then started working on their own trilogy. If you’re a Star Wars fan, this is pretty cool! New planets, new character, new lore! It was pretty awesome. The trailer for the first movie in this new trilogy came out and everyone loved it! So much interesting things!!! A female protagonist?!?!? Wow this is so awesome!!!

The problem was the movie isn’t very good.

Don’t get me wrong the force awakens is fine, definitely the best movie in the trilogy, the problem is that it wasn’t good enough, not for most audiences, and especially not for Disney. So they fired JJ Abrams, who directed the force awakens, and hired Ryan Johnson to direct the second movie: the last Jedi.

I fucking hate the last Jedi.

And so did like half the world, and what followed the release of the film was probably the worst fucking time in the history of life on earth to be a Star Wars fan, as basically the entire fanbase devolved into a civil war between last jedi haters and last jedi defenders.

But amongst all the fighting, another group was beginning to form, one that had began in the shadows of the Force Awakens, but was now bolstered by the release of the last Jedi, a shadowy and secretive threat that was about to rear it’s ugly head:

Reylo.

Now, Reylo, as a ship is like, fine? It’s literally just the most barebones enemies to lovers ship you can imagine.

But Reylo as a fanbase? That’s where things start to get interesting. Because what Reylo lacked in character and writing, it made up for in hot fucking actors (I mean it’s fucking Daisy Ridley and Adam Driver what did you expect). this in turn led to a vicious cycle where Reylo fans were extremely uh… motivated… and also had basically blank canvases to build off of. This lead to the Reylo fandom becoming almost a separate entity to the Star Wars fandom, which only further boosted their forces.

But what made Reylo infamous was the scale. These guys were loud, and were prepared to rip anyone to shreds for even the smallest injustices. It was a dog eat dog world, and one that maintained itself through a constant state of war.

But setting Reylo fans aside for a second, you may be wondering “Okay but what does any of that have to do with Kylo Ren?” Which, sure fair question. But to answer that, we have to look at Reylo not as a ship, but as characters.

Now, Rey, as far as protagonists go, is… fine? She’s definitely screwed majorly by being in a completely unplanned trilogy of movies that wasn’t interest in making her a compelling and likable character, but like even then I’d be lying if I said that she wasn’t at the very least interesting. And again like I’ll take any excuse to see Daisy Ridl- sorry what, anyways point is Rey Palpatine skywalker kenobi whatever is a perfectly mediocre protagonist and thus, while sexist assholes may try to convince you that she burned the world’s crops and poisoned the town water supply, truth be told I and many others fans became at worst indifferent, and best charmed by her.

But Kylo Ren? Kylo Motherfucking Ren? Ben SWOLO himself?

This man makes me violent.

And it’s not because he’s more well written then Rey, or even because his writing is particularly worse, as far as I’m concerned they’re both hand in unlovable in in terms of writing quality.

The problem with Kylo is that he could of been so much better, so easily, and yet people still fawned over him.

Like, this guy is Darth Vader’s Fucking Grandson, Luke Skywalker’s Nephew, Son of Han Solo and Leia Skywalker, 1 hot actor removed from self insert character, and yet these writers fucking struggle, each and every time, to figure out what to do with him. Like they are fucking racking their brains trying to make a guy with one of the sickest lightsaber designs ever and a badass outfit all being acted by ADAM FUCKING DRIVER “interesting.”

And PEOPLE FUCKING FELL FOR IT. Like if you go into almost any even slightly sad tag in ao3 I guarantee there will be at least one kylo fic. Like I can not stress to you enough how many people fucking lost their MINDS!!!

FOR HIM

And remember, this is all ON TOP of the fawning that Reylo stans had already been doing. Which only made things worse, if you can even believe that.

And so ever since Rise of Skywalker managed to drag the sequel trilogy’s tired, burning, mangled corpse over the finish line, and all the buzz over it died down, and every YouTube video essayist/movie analyzer saw dollar signs in their eyes, we’re left here, with Adam Driver’s tits swaying in the wind. And for what? The most stock Sad Boy Villaintm of all time and his British gf? A marginally cool lightsaber design? Maybe like, 1 cool fight scene at the end of the first movie?

Like… I’m just left to stare… Stare at this man’s hot topic shopper ass hair cut and Zuko wannabe facial scar, left with nothing better to do than seethe, quietly and angrily, at a character who could have been so much, who could have done so much, but yet was doomed to only ever be himself.

In the end, I suppose I am like Sisyphus, rolling my anger up a hill, knowing that it’ll only roll back down again anyway, and yet not an ounce less motivated to continue my toil. Because Kylo Ren is my enemy, my one true opposite in this great narrative we call reality.

And at least, on some nights, I can rest easy knowing that he fucking died at the end.

[ramblings-of-a-mad-cat]

It’s good to see you again, Blair :D

I am asking you to ramble about absolutely anything you’d like. Whatever it is.

You never disappoint! I won't lie, I had hoped to see your name crop up in my inbox.

So, since I rarely have a chance to ramble about the shows I work, I'm going to take this opportunity to rant about The Little Mermaid. Why? Because I'm trying to get that show added to the roster of productions we put on for my children's theatre.

Tumblr has already talked about the misconception of this show. How Ariel is seen purely as a romantic who literally gave up everything to chase a boy she didn't even know. But in reality, Eric was just an excuse that pushed her into finally doing something she had always wanted to do deep down. Ariel doesn't surrender her voice to get a boyfriend, she does it so she can visit the surface and experience what it means to be human. Something she dreamed of long before she met Eric. (Part of Your World, anyone?)

I actually want to write in some dialogue into our script where Ariel lampshades the absurdity, Frozen style. Where she acknowledges that it was foolish to chase after Eric when he was more or less a stranger. But of course, by the end of the show, he definitely isn't. I want Ariel to reunite with Triton and for them to talk about Eric. "You were right. I didn't know him. But now I do."

Writing Sebastian is so damn fun. He's 100% done with Ariel's nonsense and absolutely does not get paid enough for this, but he will truck on, and try to keep her safe. I want to write a line for him reuniting with Ariel after almost getting killed by the Chef and his cleaver in that number, "You would not believe the day I'm having."

Meanwhile, Ursula. Best role. Best villain. Best song. She realized she could exploit the King's daughter to seize his throne. In general, her motives and her history with the crown are interesting. In some versions, she was the one who murdered Ariel's mother, explaining why Ariel would have been wary of her, but of course, Ursula claims it was all a misunderstanding and that she tried to save her. In other versions, Ariel's mother was killed by sailors. (Not Eric's sailors, but still) explaining why Triton hates them so much. In other versions, Ursula is literally Triton's sister, and Ariel's aunt, which does give her a claim to the throne. But, I'm not crazy about this. As I've talked about before, I'm no fan of the "evil aunt/uncle" trope.

Ursula's end is also much better depicted onstage, in my opinion. In the Disney movie she turns into a giant titan and then gets speared by the ship...and it's like, sure, okay I guess? But in the stage play, they can't do that. Instead, the power of The Trident consumes her. She can't handle it, and it destroys her - and Triton even warns her beforehand that this could happen, that not everyone has what it takes to wield the Trident's power, but of course she doesn't listen. I love that. It's much more interesting and character based.

There are also some great songs in the stage version, in addition to the iconic tunes from the movie, that a lot of people don't know. I invite anyone reading this to search up "Fathoms Below" and "Human Stuff" and especially "She's In Love" which is sung by Ariel's sisters and is a knock out show-stopper. Basically I've been penning a version of Little Mermaid to pitch to my Director so I've been thinking about that show a lot right now, and I think it's fascinating.

The main thing I want us to add song-wise is a finale number, that talks about the Land and Sea coming together. Little Mermaid 2 does have this, but the melody is awful. It's so bad. In general, Little Mermaid doesn't have a final number, and I want to show how the two worlds that were divided by ignorance and fear are now coming together, through Ariel and Eric. That's an important message.

[arvensimp]

Senza Mamma

just a little bit of whump with a heck of a lot of major character death. please do not read if major character death is something that bothers you in fics

also of course major spoilers for the ending of pokemon scarlet

happy mother's day uwu

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"Go, on! We'll follow as soon as we can!" Arven called out to his little buddy, still facing the barrage of brute bonnets before him.

Penny and Nemona had already run off to prevent more paradox Pokemon from wreaking havoc on the ecosystem, so for now it was just him, Mabosstiff, and the rest of the team. They'd all healed up at the last pit stop, that pathetic excuse for a research...lab...thing. 

He'd read what Mom wrote in her journal. What she'd said about his father. About needing help...

Her weird, mechanical voice echoes in his head.

He can't think too hard about it right now. There's Pokemon to beat back, and Mabosstiff is raring to go!

This isn't like last time. It won't be like that. He's stronger now. Mabosstiff is stronger! He's not alone! Sure, he's...kind of alone...but his friends aren't too far, plus he's got five other Pokemon to help!

It's okay. He's strong. Stronger than before.

...except, how strong is strong enough when these pokemon just don't stop coming? It's like the moment he beats back two bonnets, four more crop up, with a flutter mane along for the hell of it. Then once they're gone, there's eight more, and so on.

Garganacl's salt cure can only do so much, and while it takes a minute, the pokemon is eventually down for the count.

Greedant, Cloyster, Toedscruel, and Scovillain follow not long after.

There's just...there's too many of them! He can't be expected to take on this many Pokemon by himself, can he?

"Nemona! Penny! Any time now! We could really use some backup here!" Arven calls into the gleaming, empty space.

They should be back now, right? Unless they've also been overtaken by these creatures? 

He considers running, bolting for the cavernous lab door, but no. Then the pokemon would just follow him inside, and he can't barricade himself, his mom, and his buddy in there. That would basically defeat the purpose of why everyone came down here anyway.

He calls out again to no avail.

Arven prioritizes the use of revives on Garganacl and Mabosstiff, trying to keep his strategically most viable pokemon battle-capable if not necessarily battle-ready. The medicine works, but they're clearly tired.

Eventually Garganacl falls, hitting the ground with a thud so loud, Arven flinches, almost surprised the Pokemon didn't burst into bits of table salt but equally glad it was able to return to its ball.

There's still three more bonnets wriggling closer and closer.

Arven sighs. "Okay, bud. We can handle this." He squeezes the PokeBall tight in his fist before releasing Mabosstiff out into the cave.

"We'll show these brutes what we're made of!"

The dog barks, deep and gruff, not showing a hint of his fatigue.

He isn't trying to avoid terastalization exactly, but at the same time he's not totally sure if it's a last resort or if he can even do it more than once down here? What with all the tera-energy-crystal-rock-things, but... Well this seems like Last Resort time.

Arven fishes the tera orb from his pocket and activates it, similar to how a normal PokeBall would grow in size after having its button pressed. He feels that tell-tale energy surging through the device, shaking and thrumming with power as it rapidly charges. He steadies his stance, gripping the ball tighter as the energy causes a burst of wind to gust about, whipping around his head, making him wince.

It's a finely tuned sort of thing, knowing when and how to throw these orbs. Throw too soon and the buzzing radiance inside will throw the trajectory all off, and it'll never hit the target. Too late, and the power dies down, resulting in a wasted charge.

Luckily, Arven's had plenty of practice. He knows exactly when and how to get this thing going, so Mabosstiff can power up properly.

He throws the orb, and his pokemon is enveloped in a glittering light to match the surrounding cave which then crystalizes into a shell and shatters just moments later, crowning Mabosstiff with phenomenal strength.

The dog roars mightily into the open space, and it almost seems to shock the surrounding brutes. He takes down a barrage of them quickly enough with some fast acting moves, and within minutes, the once-growing horde seems to have thinned out.

As Mabosstiff takes out the final mushroom paradox pokemon, he gives a loud cry of relief, falling to his knees.

They're okay. They did it. Beyond that...they really /are/ stronger. Look at what they've accomplished... They could never have done this just a few months prior. Arven and his buddy really have grown so much.

He opens his arms to welcome his buddy into a hug, into which the pokemon happily bolts, snuggling up to his partner. Arven doesn't even mind the poking adornment atop Mabosstiff's head jamming into his cheek and shoulder.

Now they can just wait for Penny and Nemona to get ba--

THUD...

THUD...

THUD...

The ground quakes beneath Arven's shins, rattling up his spine. His fingers clutch tightly into Mabosstiff's fur.

The crystals littering the cave make soft tinkling sounds as they are forced into one another. In any other setting it would sound almost sweet, whimsical.

But paired with the ever growing sound of something like...footfalls? It can only give rise to a swelling lump of dread deep within Arven's gut.

He hazards to pry a hand from Mabosstiff's fur, just so he can pull the hair back from his face, allowing him to better see their surroundings, check for the source of the movement.

Something disappears from the corner of his vision, and Arven whips his head around to see if he can get a better look, but it's gone before he has the chance. The bizarre reflections of the tera crystals in the cave really do not help either... Rather than showing the actual reflection of what is before them, they instead...warp? No, that can't be right. But... It is. A brute bonnet that faces him could look like two if placed in front of a crystal, since the image in the shimmering surface doesn't show the rear of the Pokemon but instead the same face that taunts Arven.

He knows he didn't pay much attention in his science classes, but the physics of this place makes absolutely no sense in his mind, which only heightens the anxiety made by the growing pounding of what sound like footsteps drawing nearer.

Blues then purples shift among the opalescent hues of the crystals, and Arven isn't totally sure where to look anymore. His hearing almost feels dulled by a steady throbbing behind his eyes, as if his heartbeat had grown that strong. Had it?

Mabosstiff vibrates with a growl that turns into a harsh, low bark, his teeth bared in a snarl, as he senses his partner's unease.

The pokemon seems to pick up on something that Arven can't, because his head faces a different direction, and he takes a more defensive stance overall, as Arven scrambles to gather himself. He follows the Pokemon's line of sight, gaze settling on something...massive.

It's a greenish blue, standing upright on two legs as in ambles closer, its vibrant purple mane billowing in an unearthly way around it.

There's no mistaking. This... This thing. This is what attacked them before.

Arven's fingers squeeze against Mabosstiff's fur, and if he had longer fingernails, they'd be dug into the dog's side as he clings to it, almost too stunned to move. His breath hitches. He can’t intake a full breath for himself. Not really. Not when this thing is so close.

Mabosstiff must know how Arven is feeling because he quiets his growling, instead leaning his warm comforting weight against his partner in an attempt to ground him.

Arven clings to that. They’re here. They’re together. They’re stronger. This thing…doesn’t seem to have noticed them.

Until its head tilts, that same flowing mane’s feathery tendrils jerking about as if defying nature itself as it sniffs their location out in less than an instant. Its eyes face them, the pupils dilating and contracting, narrowing in on the pair. The white maw opens, a wet chittering sound is released, echoing in the cave, its claws flexing.

Mabosstiff moves before Arven has a chance to think. It’s clear this thing wants to fight, and Mabosstiff knows what to do. Arven is left on his knees, cold and alone on the slightly damp earth while his dog defends him from this massive, prehistoric menace.

Months of watching Mabosstiff laying there, suffering and paralyzed in pain flash through his mind. He… He can’t do this. He can’t. Not again. Never again.

The monster…this…Walking Wake… It rears its head back, readying an attack of some kind, and

Arven’s body moves before he can think. He’s up and running, skidding as he buckles to his knees in front of Mabosstiff. The tear in his pant legs as skin catches on stone and pebbles goes ignored. He can’t let his best friend get hurt by this thing again.

Then heat. Heat so fierce and burning that it feels cold. It drenches him, knocks him over like a tsunami. It’s hot, so, so hot, but simultaneously freezing cold in how his body responds to it. Arven gasps, or tries to at least, but he can only take in more scorching water from this thing that burns his tongue and his throat as it goes down his lungs.

If he blacks out, he doesn’t know, but the next sensation that comes is stinging retching as that same mercilessly hot water is forced back out of his mouth and nose as he tries to cough it back up. He can’t open his eyes; the steam is too heavy and hot for the sensitive organs, but…he’s on his side…he thinks.

Mabosstiff is there…licking him…licking his knees…his hands…whatever bits of skin were scraped up and exposed or blistered by this thing’s attack.

Arven wants to call for help. Penny, Nemona, his little buddy, someone, anyone… Mom… But his vision goes black for perhaps a second time as he continues gasping and retching to get water out of his system and air back in.

He fades back to muffled voices…panicked and grating, but voices all the same.

A noise catches as it leaves his throat. Something akin to a groan, but…wetter. The inside of Arven’s mouth feels entirely singed, like he’d eaten napalm, but…there’s another sensation there. More liquid. Thick, unpleasant. He can’t taste it though, the burns have taken care of that.

He coughs and can feel the same liquid, viscous and warm dribble down his chin.

“You’re awake!” One of the voices says. Too loud. “Don’t worry your pokemon are fine. We got them all healed up. They were all safe in your pokeballs.”

“We put them back, too.” Another voice. Galarian. “They didn’t seem happy about it, but…”

“Yeah, you don’t look good, amigo.”

“Nemona!”

“What? I wouldn’t want my partners seeing me like this, ya know?”

“Fuck, you don’t need to say it out loud. Have some tact.”

“Nngh…Guys…?” Arven croaks out. The words are bitter and painful. He opens his eyes slowly. The heat had dissipated and while his face still hurts, at least he can still see…even if the world seems a bit blurry for now.

“We’re inside the center research lab thing of your mom’s.” Nemona tells him. From a quick glance around, he can tell his on another dilapidated bed, surrounded by lab equipment. Nemona is standing next to him, while Penny is sitting in the corner, hugging her knees. “We found you and Mabosstiff just outside. Mabosstiff was…”

“Fucking howling.” Penny interrupts grimly.

“Yeah, I’d say that’s a word for it. Seems like you got hit by something.”

“M..onsster…” Arven drawls, trying to make the word come out properly while minimizing the pain in his throat. “Same one…got ‘Bosstiff…before…”

Penny nods, understanding. “Well, Mabosstiff was fine. Like we said, your whole team is good. We healed them up.”

Arven nods, but the motion only goes about halfway before he stops himself, hissing in pain.

“We tried to use our potions on you, too, but… Well, nothing seemed to work. Potions, super potions, full restores, burn heals.” Nemona adds, at least sounding sorry. “We could see if an oran berry might help?”

It won’t. Arven’s been through this before. He knows there’s only one thing that might be of any help here. The thing is, he realizes this with a sinking sense of dread, he can’t actually be put into a stasis inside of pokeball.

They can't heal him.

There’s no time to get herba mystica, even if the titan pokemon were back and wandering around again.

But… Maybe his little buddy has some extra.

Arven groans and sits up. The sensation reminds him of tiny knives scraping across his body, but he bites back the urge to do anything more than whimper as his feet touch ground again.

“Hey, hey, you should rest. Our bestie and the professor aren’t here.” Penny tells him, standing. The look of worry on her face seems so foreign, but Arven ignores it. “Let Nemona and me keep looking.”

“No need,” He croaks. Each step burns, his skin shifting beneath the fabric of his clothes ignites the wounds, the blisters that are already bubbling up there. “I know where to find them.”

He continues shuffling past the bed, ambling at a pace that’s painfully slow in more ways than one. Arven’s knees buckle at one point, and he catches himself on one of the several whiteboards lining the room. It rolls under his weight but is stopped by a nearby desk.

Nemona helps pick him up a bit. “You sure you don’t wanna lay back down? Penny and I can go get them…”

“No!” Arven shouts, too loud, too harsh, too painful. He coughs, and that same warm feeling fills his mouth. He wipes it away on his sleeve, and it pulls away scarlet.

Great.

Arven shuts his eyes and breathes for a moment. “I…gotta see her.” He finally says. He has to keep going. He needs to see his mom after all this. He... He wants to see her...to tell her off. To scream and cry at her...to have her hold him.

When he opens his eyes again, they catch on something in the corner of the whiteboard he’d knocked into…a photo of a little boy and his maschiff, smiling wide, goofy grins at the camera. Of him.

His stomach twists, and he doesn’t know if that’s the internal bleeding or some kind of emotion related to his mother.

Nemona and Penny each see where Arven’s gaze traveled, then they nod at one another. In a moment, they’re at his sides, helping to prop him up as best they can.

“Lead the way, Arven.” Nemona says.

He takes them down the elevator, and the trio descends to a room of what looks like glittering obsidian with how black the lights of the crystals are glowing. There in the center…is his buddy, and then…his mom? But…even with his vision going fuzzy in the corners, he can tell something is off.

The woman there clutching her arm looks like his mom, but she’s twitching in a way that isn’t human… She’s wearing clothes his mother wouldn’t usually…

Arven limps from Nemona and Penny’s grasps.

“Hey! Out with it, you…” He addresses the spasming woman. “Who are you, really?” Arven hopes his voice doesn’t sound as broken as it echoes back in his ears.

“Where are all the baddies?” Nemona asks from behind him, looking around. “Did you beat them all already?”

“Th-thɑnk you...f₀r...everythıng..." She… It? Says, disjointly, the voice coming out in a bizarre, mechanical fashion. "The tıme mɑchinə...hɑs fınal|y… Shə hɑs...fına|ly...bəen st₀ppəd..."

“You’re…really not my mom…are you?” Arven chokes out. He knows the answer.

"Oh... ⎣ook...h₀w bıg you’və gr₀wn..." She says, her head jerking roughly to the side in a way that would be painful in any human. “But…what happənəd?” Her head bounces there in that tilt as she pauses, examining him. “...s₀rry...you wəre ɑlone s-s₀...|ong...Arvə—"

“M-Mom?!” As Arven cries out, the obsidian black crystal of the room changes to a distressing carmine red. Alarms blare loudly through the room, making Arven wince and draw back. His friends catch him.

Security System Failure!

Security System Failure!

Threat to Paradise Detected!

Threat to Paradise Detected!

Arven’s friends huddle together, protecting one another, but he can’t hear their mumblings through the alarm and the ringing in his ears.

Activating Paradise Protection Protocol to Remove Offending Threat

The woman wearing his mother’s face straightens some, though her seizing continues sporadically. "|t...cɑnnot bə—! Wɑs kəəｐing the time maɔhıne runnıng truly all thə profəssor cɑred about?!"

Locking all PokeBalls except those registered to Sada’s ID.

Program Initializing… Gathering Terastal Energy…

"|’ⅿ s₀rry, chıldrən..." Crystals sprung to being at the feet and hands of the woman, crawling up her lab coat, encasing her quickly.  "This ıs t₀o much f₀r you..." Her eyes flashed an inky black sclera so different from the soft cerulean ones that Arven longed to know and see as a child. "Y₀u ⅿust ruｎ!"

AI Sada Disabled

Paradise Protection Protocol Initialized

A platform in the flooring lifted the AI, the…robot? High above the group. From there, she dropped a masterball, and before it could touch down, the white light from within released a massive, scarlet, winged king. The same koraidon that had bullied the one Arven knew. It roared to life, standing on its hind legs and towering above its foes.

His little buddy was the first to throw out a pokeball, but it just…fell. With the lock in place, there was no releasing a pokemon that Sada hadn’t caught herself.

That didn’t stop Nemona and Penny from trying, of course, but… They had no course of action against this thing. Arven patted his pockets. Had his mom technically been the one to catch Mabosstiff back when he was a maschiff?

He left his pokeballs upstairs…

Could…could any of them run for the elevator and make it before this thing grabbed them? He certainly couldn’t in his state, but… But maybe they could.

Especially if the Koraidon was distracted.

Koraidon rears back. Arven watches as it turns itself into a sort of spinning wheel, ready to bash into whatever thing it locks onto. This time…his buddy.

Absolutely not.

For the second time, his body moves on its own, and he takes the hit.

Koraidon smashes him into the wall of the facility, and he can feel his ribs cracking from the blunt force of it. Air is rushed from his lungs.

With the attack from earlier, he probably wouldn’t have lasted long anyway if his buddy didn’t have all five herba mystica on them. And what were the odds of that happening? Better to take the hit and give everyone the chance for an out.

New Threat to Paradise Detected!

Removing Offending Threat.

Arven’s vision goes black.

Fuck.

Or…maybe the room goes black. The alarm sounds come to a halt quickly, and beyond the sound of blood rushing in his ears, he can hear whirring of some sort, and a flurry all around him.

He opens his eyes. His friends are all there around him in this reflective black room. They’re talking. He thinks they’re yelling, maybe, but…he can’t hear them. That same rushing sound is too loud. It’s overtaken everything else.

Behind them is the AI of his mother. She looks like she’s half tera-crystal now. She looks sad… Can AI be sad? 

He blinks and looks at his friends again. They’re holding him and crying. Why are they crying? Who would cry for him?

He closes his eyes. He feels cold. That’s odd. Earlier…earlier everything hurt. Breathing hurt. His mouth hurt. Now he’s just cold. But… Just cold isn’t bad.

Then Arven feels nothing… Nothing isn’t bad.

Then

Opalescent white surrounds him with a comforting warmth. Warmth isn’t bad. It’s more than ‘isn’t bad,’ actually. It’s…nice.

Arven takes a deep breath. There isn’t any pain in his ribs or his lungs. Just that same light and warmth.

When he opens his eyes properly, his mom is there. His mom as he knew her, that same wild hair, the bit of crow's feet crinkling around her cerulean eyes that match his. She’s crying, but…she’s there, so nearby. Closer than she’s been in his memory.

She’s holding out her hands to him. Arven can hear her calling him her baby. The sound of it is like a bite of freshly baked warm bread, soft and sweet as it goes down your throat. 

He takes her hands, and she pulls him in, cuddling him close. He’s pressed to her bosom and held tight there in the warmth of her embrace. She smells just like he remembers, ginger shampoo and earth, maybe a hint of hand sanitizer. 

Her voice is there in his ear, soft and kind, just like a mom’s should be. She tells him it's okay. She's here. She's here. 

She's sorry.

[impishtubist]

Lord Chaos, it's me again

I need to know how you feel about blackinnon? I mean I love @arliedraws hc about Marlene, but I also think that sirius is the only character who can be shipped with basically anybody. And if you have some recs maybe 👉🏼👈🏼 because it's like they're extinguished :(

My Lord Chaos anon is back!

Arlie's hc about Marlene is fantastic. We don't have any canon evidence that the people who get name-dropped once (Marlene, Mary, Dorcas, etc) in the books are the same age as Sirius and the rest, so it's always refreshing when someone makes them part of a different generation. Hats off to Arlie!

Unfortunately...............................no I do not like Sirius/Marlene. 😂

I promise you, I really am not that precious about ships! I'm a multishipper, and Sirius truly is the fandom bicycle. Sirius/Remus, Sirius/James, Sirius/Rosmerta, Sirius/any of the Weasley boys, Sirius/anyone from Harry's generation, Sirius/Fleamont or anyone from his parents' generation, Sirius/Bellatrix........I mean, you really could convince me of just about anything, as long as it's well-written. And not just Sirius, but Remus as well. Remus/Kingsley, Remus/any of the Weasley boys, etc. I'm there for almost all the rare pairs and multiships.

HOWEVER. When I hate a ship, I hate a ship, and I cannot stand if it's even mentioned in a fic. Like someone could write the most perfect Prongsfoot fic that hits every single one of my sweet spots, but if they even hint that Remus/Tonks is a thing, I'm out. I can't. I refuse. So I'm the same way about Sirius/Marlene (and Lily/Remus, and Lily/Snape, and pretty much any other rare pair that crops up in a Sirius/James fic). I'm really sorry to let you down about that. I don't have any Sirius/Marlene recs because I simply will not read anything that even mentions them.

(Although................now that I'm thinking about it, I could see Sirius having a fling with Arlie's older!Marlene. Maybe she could show him a thing or two in bed, lol.)

Paradoxically, Sirius is also the only character in the series that I can see as being truly aroace and completely uninterested in relationships and/or sex. My guy has way more important things to do (fight dark wizards, raise his godson) and he Does Not Understand why everyone keeps looking at him like they want to climb him like a tree lmao.

Okay I'm done rambling, thank you and goodnight.