#like yeah its really violent as a phrase

[incorrect-hs-quotes]

ROSE: Let's not beat a dead horse.

EQUIUS, absolutely horrified: D -> That's an awful thing to say

[the-gayest-sky-kid]

smth smth memento mori smth smth memento vivere smth smth mental illness

[cyberdragoninfinity]

I would love to hear your thoughts about the fucked-up turtle (Terapagos)

"Now let's talk about the turtle. Can we talk about the turtle please, Mac? I've been dying to talk about the turtle with you all day."

Ok so. Short Answer Re: Thoughts About Terapagos:

WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT THE FUCK. WHY DID IT DO THAT. WHY DID THEY [GAMEFREAK] DO THAT.

Long Answer Re: Thoughts About Terapagos [SPOILERS FOR THE SCARVIO DLC naturally. i havent seen Horizons so i dont rly know whats goin on with this little guy in the anime, just what we've got in the games]:

When the last little batch of new Pokemon in Indigo Disk leaked, about 12 hours or so-ish before the DLC dropped, I was at dinner with my bestie and we were looking at our phones like we were reading breaking world news. And I was looking at this tiny ass png of Terapagos's full Tera (Stellar) form.

And I immediately blurted out "holy SHIT it's turtles all the way down."

If you're not familiar with the phrase, check out its wikipedia page; here it's most relevant as a saying thrown around with regards to the philosophical concept of infinite regress, i.e. a series of elements (or questions begging an explanation) that that goes on infinitely with each member producing the next. So let's say the world rests on the back of a giant turtle--well, then, what does that turtle stand on to keep it from falling into the void? Why, another, bigger turtle, of course! But what about that turtle? Well, you're not gonna believe this, but it's turtles all the way down.

And here's the other thing about infinite regress: it's a logical fallacy, it's circular reasoning--honestly it's a little bit of a cousin to the "which came first?" chicken and egg argument. The question in these cases never truly gets answered, it just goes on and on forever. Bigger turtles on top of even bigger turtles.

It's a paradox. :)

So Stellar Terapagos, just look at that thing. Even its dex entries talk about how it looks like a planet, how it resembles "the world as the ancients saw it"--it's very much not only trying to evoke the World Turtle concept, but the symbolism of a classic paradoxical saying. So we've already got that going on with it, that already makes me bonkers. AND THAT'S JUST THE SURFACE LEVEL.

Cuz when we look at how Terapagos behaves, things start to go from "well isnt this guy a little weird" to "oh. oh this thing is kind of fucked up and terrifying, hello, what the hell is wrong with it" REAL FAST. Its two most stressed features we see in Indigo Disk are A.) its crystalline nature and how its the progenitor of Terastalization, but also B.) it is ferociously powerful and borderline uncontrollable. It's violent. It bursts out of a Master Ball and almost kills Kieran for daring to try and control it. Heath's illustration of its Stellar form in the Scarlet/Violet Book looks so otherworldly and almost cosmically horrifying. It has Weird Fucking Powers the game does NOT elaborate on (but I will; see more below.)

And also, hey, yeah, its Stellar Form looks like a stack of world turtles, but why the FUCK does its Terastal form also look like a goddamn dream catcher.

Personally I've been a big fan of the 'imagination theory' re: the Professors and the Paradox Pokemon and Area Zero, and folks have been arguing that Indigo Disk debunks that, but honestly I feel like we're loitering around some untold explanation that's even more bizarre. Terapagos is at least on some level tied to dreams and existentialism, and I really feel like there's more to Tera Crystals and Terapagos's relationship with them than what we've been told. Hell, its cry is even the noise we hear all game when we Terastalize our Pokemon, which produces its own myriad of questions (Are the Crystals some degree of alive? The Tera Crowns all do have Terapago's little turtle head at their base, too--does Terapagos physically or spiritually connect with a Terastalizing Pokemon? And what about that weird crystalizing the AI Professor does during its big boss fight? MUCH TO THINK ABOUT.)

Oh, speaking of Crystals--yeah. I can't NOT talk about the Indigo Disk Crystal Pool Postgame Secret when talking about Terapagos. ONE MORE SPOILER WARNING FOR THAT--SERIOUSLY GO TO THE CRYSTAL POOL AFTER GETTING THE DLC CREDITS. IT WILL BLAST YOU TO BITS. anyway.

Yeah so that's what I mean with Why Did It [Terapagos] Do That. The fact that you dont even need to have it in your party for the postgame Crystal Pool cutscene to trigger and for Terapagos to just pop out of the PC boxes on its own accord and warp space and time (and maybe even reality itself) to irreversible consequence, implying once again some great and uncontrollable power within this beast. Crazy Ass Moments in Pokemon History for CERTAIN.

And the thing that makes me most insane, thinking about Terapagos twisting time to allow you to meet the Professor, the Real Live Professor, to swap notes with them so to speak, the way it facilitates all of that, is the position it now puts the player and Scarvio itself in. If the Professor's research rests on the back of a white book given to them by a child, then what does the research of that white book rest upon? Ah, well, the expedition of Area Zero spurred forth by the fallout of the Professor's research. And what did THAT research rest upon, again...?

Turtles. The whole way down. Chickens and eggs and a paradox you're now responsible for. At the hands of a Normal Type Pokemon that tried to kill a 14 year old.

Terapagos scares the shit out of me. I love it so much. Why Did They Make It Like That <3

[butchdonne]

but i think the thing that really gets me about the bonnie & clyde musical is how inevitable it all is. like i don't use this phrase often because it's used so much on tumblr that it's kinda lost its meaning but the pair really are doomed by the narrative on so many levels.

first of all, it's based on real events. therefore everything that happens in the play has already happened and is predetermined

this wouldn't matter were it not for the fact that bonnie & clyde are so notorious and as a result we know they're going to die and we know they're going to die violently

secondly, and more importantly tbh, the play is cyclical. it starts and ends on the exact same scene – bonnie and clyde lying dead in a car that is riddled with bullet holes with the same faint music playing in the background

i love love love cyclical structures in tragedies because they really do give the viewer the sense that everything was leading up to this one moment – and in this case, that moment is the death of bonnie & clyde

finally, throughout the play we get the sense that the two know they're going to die. bonnie's poetry – 'some day they will get you too' and 'it's death for bonnie and clyde' for example, as well as the songs 'dyin ain't so bad' and 'too late to turn back now' again make their deaths seem inevitable

so yeah. doomed by the narrative wahoo. consider this me trying to convince you guys to get into the bonnie & clyde musical <3

[prince-liest]

The specific phrasing of “hurt very pretty” is. I knew before this series I was more into the soft sadism/dom thing but it’s soooo rare to find someone who does the exact flavor I’m into and I think that phrase in my head sooooo often

Ahaha, I'm so glad you're enjoying it! I've always really liked, as you describe it, soft sadism, where it's about the intimacy, the connection, and the sort of delightfully recursive loop you get when the suffering is enjoyed, and the enjoyment of the suffering also contributes to the suffering, whether it be via enthusiasm or humiliation. Funnily enough, despite the kind of stuff that I write, S&M that feels genuinely callous and miserable is fully capable of squicking me if it hits just wrong. I really like writing sadism that feels tender, even when it's violent.

Five more asks under the cut! If you sent something about 666 in the past 24-ish hours, it's probably there!

Your newest channel 666 fic had me so mixed on how to feel "Oh ok they're drunk and Al's on his lap... that wasn't in the tags oh no vox isn't advancing... nevermind he's electrocuting Al, i get it, a little something to get the blood pumping oh no wait he's actually electrocuting him oh good lord he's screaming in pain"

Hahaha, god, tagging this chapter was really a fucking nightmare - if there's anything you think I missed that's important to include, PLEASE let me know, because I tried to cover my bases but I really had to give up after a bit. It's just One Of Those Chapters and the first time I've used the Graphic Violence archive warning for something that was just fully consensual sexy times, haha. I hope it was at least enjoyable overall! Alastor certainly had a good time.

I've binged your 666 series and it irreversibly changed my brain chemistry It's more canon than everything that happened in the show itself to me - @grimfeywizard

Ahhhh, thank you so much! >:D I definitely tried to mimic the style of canon for the characters, especially for the first installments before they kinda went their own way character development wise, haha. I'm glad you like it!! <3

I was at a convention all weekend and when you updated BOTH times I snuck out of my group and into a corner to read them I am completely obsessed with this series 🙏🙏🙏 -@urlocal-cryptid7

Omg, glad to add the cherry on top of your con experience, hahaha. Thank you so much!!

hey there, just wanted to say i’m absolutely enraptured with the 666 series! it’s absolutely amazing and one of my favorite fics out there right now. i’m always looking forward to it and checking for updates, great work!!!!

Ahhhh, thank you for the kind words!! I'm really enjoying writing it in all of its weirdnesses, so it's always so nice to hear that people are enjoying the odd directions it goes!

Another fun radiostatic song: The Masochism Tango by Tom Lehrer - @butwhyaretheycalledstrawberries

This is 100% what I had playing in the car on repeat when I wrote one of the previous installments, hahaha. It's a fantastic radiostatic song, especially with the level of sadomasochism I write into 666.

(Anon who was awaiting the drunk Alastor shenanigans here) Me, pre-installment 8 of 666: Oh My God, it’s happening. Everybody STAY CALM- Me, post-installment 8 of 666: *ugly sobbing* it was everything i could ever hope for, your honor. The Prince(TM) is good and merciful. So yeah, expectations met as always 👍

Omg, ehehehe - drunk Alastor was honestly SO fun to write, because it's just... taking away a lot of his worries and inhibitions, and the behaviors that normally accompany them. I took what Mimzy said about him being a kitten when he's had a few drinks and lets loose and ran with it, and it turned out very enjoyable. I'm glad you also had a good time reading, hahaha!

[faetreides]

I saw that you write for ATSV and heheheee I'm so excited to request this... ^^

AFAB!Reader works at Hammond with Johnathan/Spot and they start dating right before the accident happens. Reader assumes that Johnathan is dead so they quit out of grief. Spot stops by Reader's apartment after a few months of him being "dead" and the two reunite with all the pent-up emotions they'd been holding back. Including sex, of course. Gentle dominant Reader is very welcomed if you're feeling up for it! I see Spot as being a whiney submissive but maybe you see him differently idk 🫣

hi, this is so so so late and i did write a more dom reader but i struggled a log so i hope this is at least somewhat pleasing. i ended up having them not date before the accident and there might be other slight changes like that but i hope you still like it 💘

summary: the spot x afab former coworker!reader

cw: reader almost gets called mommy one time, unironic usage of the phrase “breeder balls”, obvious creative liberties relating to how he’d be able to have sex/his whole thing in general, unprotected sex/implications of him not pulling out, reader’s genitals referred to as “pussy” and “cunt”, one moment of self degradation, i’m inexperienced with writing a dom reader so forgive the messy vibes, also have not seen atsv in a hot minute so excuse any errors, implications of spot having a tongue like venom,

requests are open !! (read my rules )

divider by cafekitsune

No one could deny the extra pep in your step you seemed to possess as you sauntered through the lobby of your work building. The heels of your loafers signal your approach and the echo follows you all the way into the elevator. You take care to balance the object that’s gently cradled in your left hand while you giddily scan the array of buttons to find the one for your floor. You nearly drop what you’re holding and you have to adjust the straps of your leather bookbag when you press it. As soon as the glass doors are open enough, you rush through the gap and make your way towards your station. You don’t pay attention to where your bag lands when you shrug it off and instead focus on the recipient of what you now have hidden behind your back.

Your co-worker Jonathan was just so fun to play pranks on. There was something about the cute looks he would get on his face, whether they were annoyed or strangely starry eyed. It was a childish way to bond, sure, but you went out of your way to make your pranks as stupid and harmless as possible. If his attention was also an added bonus, then it’s simply a win-win situation.

The fuzzy fake tarantula flies through the air as you throw it. Thankfully, it completely hits its mark and lands on Jonathan’s angular right shoulder. You don’t have time to try to hide your giggles before a loud shriek bounds off the walls. The fake tarantula makes a thud when it inevitably gets flung against the wall. You spot it out of the corner of your eye and you suddenly can’t hold back your laughter.

“Yeah, you’ll be laughing it up until I have a heart attack and come back to haunt your ass.” He huffs out as he catches his breath and dramatically puts his hands over his thundering heart.

“You promise?” You tease with a wide grin, reaching a hand up to ruffle his brown hair when he playfully pouted.

Jonathan swats away your hand with an overly fond eye roll as he turns back to his work. He tugs his black turtleneck over the hump in his nose bridge in the hopes that it would hide the fierce blush flooding his face. You were really too much sometimes, but he wouldn't have you any other way.

Neither of you had any idea how ironic that exchange would prove to be.

You had been having nightmares again. The same one with a few variants, ones where no matter which way it happens, you have to watch as Jonathan violently dies. It hasn’t been that long since the infamous accident, but it felt like decades already to you. Before you quit your job in the wake of the tragedy, everyone around you was telling you that you shouldn’t blame yourself. You could hardly help that you were sick with a cold and had to take the day off. There wasn’t anything you or anyone could have possibly done. But all those awkwardly polite reassurances mean nothing when you think about how you at least could’ve been by his side. Could’ve offered a smidgen of comfort before the two of you were engulfed by your failure.

The latch of your window was about to fly across the room. It had been storming all night, and you had just managed to get only about an hour of sleep. You grumble as you climb out of bed and sluggishly pull up some flimsy plaid pajama pants. Your mind is still half asleep so you’re not sure if the button up you snatch from your closet matches, but it’s too late to care. Your favorite pair of boxer briefs lie forgotten on the floor in front of your bed. The cheaply built floor in your shitty apartment creaks with every step you take.

The white wooden windowsill is damp when you ghost your fingers along the edge. You try to peer out and around the window before sluggishly undoing and redoing the latch. Looks like you might have another all nighter in your near future.

Then you feel a drop of something fall on your face. You blink in confusion and swipe a thumb through the sticky substance, it’s pitch black and looks a lot like ink.

You look up at the ceiling only to see more weird stains making a trail along your ceiling, down the wall behind, and on the floor leading right to your heels.

“Small world, huh?”

That voice… you try to tell yourself that it’s another manifestation of your guilt. You’re just tired, that’s all. This is probably just some sort of lucid dream.

The finger that tilts your chin up begs to differ, and now you’re faced with the sight of a freak of nature. You shake as you frantically sweep your eyes rapidly over it. Black spots swirl and glitch all over a bright white body, which hunches over slightly as it… peers into your eyes. With the world you live in, superheroes and all that, it shouldn’t be that much of a surprise when you see it up close.

“I knew you’d probably be disgusted by me, but I had to see you.” The being using Jonathan’s voice says, but surely that can’t be him. Jonathan died in that freak accident months ago. Jonathan was gone forever, and you’d be all alone for the rest of your miserable little life.

The thing must be able to sense the confusion and the termoil that’s building inside of you, because suddenly you’re being gently swept on your feet and tossed on your bed. It cups your face in both of its palms and tenderly swipes its thumbs over your wet cheeks.

“Don’t be afraid, you know me, you know who i am.” It…. He? murmurs, burying his featureless face in the crook of your neck.

You sigh, wrapping your arms around somewhat familiar shoulders. In your heart and in your soul, you do know who has you trapped within the confines of your own bed. If you’re wrong, you’ll just chalk it up to having had a very realistic and very pleasant dream. You pull his face out of your neck so you can nuzzle in one of the spots against what feels like a hooked nose.

“Yeah I do, Jonathan. I know.”

Black tears rain on your face as his new body quivers with all the emotions he must be dealing with. You have no fucking clue how he became… like this. But selfishly, you’re just too happy and willing to lie in bed with your delusions to look a gift horse in the mouth. You’d leap through hoops for whatever form of Jonathan you were allowed to have.

Now it’s you who tenderly wipes away tears, and as you do so you pull his face flush against yours so you can softly kiss shadowy lips. Jonathan quivers intensely but you stand your ground and run a hand up and down his back to coax him into returning the kiss. You had always wondered what your first kiss would be like, and so had he. Maybe it would’ve been the bow on a softly spoken conversation about your long held feelings, perhaps it would happen like a cliche after you ran to each other in the rain. In the end, maybe things are best like this. You’re all too aware of just how many people don’t get to live their lives with the one they love. You had already resigned yourself to being some bitter old crone who shakes a fist at the neighborhood kids when they step on your overgrown lawn.

Something in the air shifts and you decide to nudge Jonathan over onto his back as you quickly straddle him. You’re not too sure how anything physical is even possible but all of these long held back emotions are clouding your judgment too much to not try.

When you pull your head back from the kiss to breathe, a sticky string of spit connects the tips of your tongues. You sit in a trance and watch as Jonathan flicks his tongue out to break the string. The breathy groan that followed made your pussy clench in anticipation. You look up at his face, wordlessly trying to get some kind of reassurance that this was the right thing to do. Cold hands tremble their way around your hips and he clumsily traces random shapes and squiggles on your skin.

“It’s… it’s okay, we’re okay.” Someone whispers, unsure if talking louder would bring you both to tears.

You sigh shakily and direct one of his hands to slide down your body and into your soaked underwear. You press your forehead to his, making some weird kind of eye contact as you push one of his fingers into yourself. It’s not too much of an adjustment to get used to the size, his fingers are bony and long but they’re thin.

He takes the hint and slowly thrust his finger in and out, honed in on the slick sounds your gushy folds were already making. Eventually he added a couple more fingers, curling them just right with his thrusts. Your hips start having a mind of their own, and you’re meeting every one of his thrusts. The flesh of your hips jiggles from the impact of his palm smacking against your clit.

“Fuck- f-fuckkkkk, you’re doing so good, baby.” You laugh as you start to pant and crane your head down to watch his digits play with your pussy.

All you get in return is a whine that sounds more like a creaky door hinge.

Initially, when you decided to throw caution to the wind and have sex your co worker turned comical amboniation, you thought you wouldn’t be as desperate for something inside of you as you are for his dick. If he even has one now, it could all just be smooth down there like a ken doll for all you know. But you’re so so fucking curious to find out, you did use to wonder what your cute little desk neighbor had going on under his polyester slacks after all…

“Mmfh… ha….. slow down a sec’, i think you’re ready to give me something bigger. Don’t ya think?” You whisper in his ear, giggling when you can almost hear him rapidly nod his head in excitement.

“Yes please, always wanted to fuck you so bad. Please, mo-“ He cuts himself off, and you think if he could blush he would from how much his hand is fidgeting on your hip. He huffs before pulling his fingers out of you almost too quickly, but still taking care to not cause you any pain. He was a good boy like that.

You reached behind you to wrap a hand around his already throbbing length, wiping a thumb over the beads of precum spilling from the tip. You tease the slit with the edge of your nail and coo softly when Jonathan quivers. Your grip is steady as you hover over his cock and slowly sink down on it. His fat tip breaches your walls so fucking good but you’re eager for the hefty weight of it all inside you.

Jonathan’s chest falls down quickly with shallow breaths, so you give him a second to adjust to the sensation of your tight pussy wrapped around him. You slide one of your hands up his torso and slip two of your fingers into one of the black holes on his face. He takes the hint and bobs his head up and down your fingers, sucking and smearing his saliva all over them.

When he bucks his hips up in a timid thrust, you know you can take him deeper. Inch by inch his thick dick stretches you out like it’s sinking into a squishy fleshlight. It’s way longer than you expected, a bit girthier too with a slight curve to it. It boggles your mind that he kept this big secret from you in the confines of his ugly pants, but it’s all yours now. It’s probably been yours for a long time. His balls were equally as surprising, they could’ve been paperweights they felt like they were so heavy. Your cunt clenches again at the thought of his breeder balls letting all of that cum slosh around inside of you.

You bring his hands around to your ass and you lift yourself halfway up his cock and quickly lower yourself back down. You both let out a moan when he bottoms out. The pace you set is slow and languid after that initial quick thrust. Your ass plops against his balls in an imitation of a kiss on every downward thrust. You wish you could see the fucked out look in his eyes he’d have if he didn’t look like…. this. But his soft squeals and whimpers make up for it. His body continues to shiver as you fuck him so you keep a hand on his chest and rub the skin there.

“Such a good boy, filling me up so well, honey.” You murmur, just rolling your hips in his lap and enjoying the sensations of being connected.

Jonathan whines and settles his head back on the pillow, kneading the globes of your ass. You can tell that he’s fighting the urge to recklessly buck his hips up so you make your pussy clench around him again. You soothe the noise that he releases by slightly picking up the pace. And sooner rather than later, his thighs are quivering like he’s the one doing the fucking and his long black tongue is lolling out the side of his mouth hole. Little “Ha….. ha….. ha….”’s echoing throughout the room. His dick feels like it’s pulsing inside of you as you lovingly bounce on it.

“ ‘m gonna c-cum, gonna cum s-so h-hard.” He begs, holding his head up to try to catch a view of his cock being swallowed up your pussy.

You smile warmly and lean forward to press your chest against his. Your pace never falters even when you angle your head to brush your nose against his face. The hands gripping your ass are gently pushed aside and you lace your fingers with his, squeezing a few times.

“Go ahead, baby. Cum for me.”

[aleatory-eyes]

Tw: kidnapping, noncon, sleeping drugs.

Yandere hawks x winged reader

Moment of discovery part 2

first impression could be wrong, right? The same goes with instincts. However you soon find out that even something pure like love could be wrong.

I DON'T CONDONE THIS BEHAVIOR. THIS IS FICTIONAL!

Part 1

The vehicle was astonishing and had been personalized to fit his crimson wings. The inside had a refined vibe, mixing black and red tones. "Loosen up a litle bit, I know a shelter that can take you for the night" the owner said with a wink as he turned on the engine.

You thanked him for his concerns and turned you head to the window, watching the ilusion that the moon was following you. Still processing everything that happened, the adrenaline slowly leaving your body. It would have been completely gone if you weren't so on guard. Yet your friend was so concerned, and hawks offered a tranquilizing ride.

It wasn't the luxurious car that got you or Sophie to accept his proposal, It was the sense of security that he provided. And now sitting besides the hero, you wonder when is the odd feeling of safety finally going to hit? Because you have only gotten more and more tense in here.

"You must be exhausted sweatheart. If you wanted you could nap a litle, I don't mind" he offered with a soft smile. "I'm alright." You sputtered, i wasn't your intention to sound so harsh but your social abilities were still on a training phase. Hoping to ease the tension you tryed to have some idle chat "so...where is this place? Once you drop me off you should rest too." He sighted and quickly answered "Its a nearby shelter for emergencies. The protocols prohibit me to tell you the address"

Did your question annoyed him? In any case the silence was really awkward. So you gave it a second shot "you have to follow a lot of rules? I thought hero work was usually liberal as a lot of different situations could occur". He kept his eyes on the road while speaking "yeah, is not as straigh forward as it look. And in some cases you have to take your own decisions without relaying in anyone" you could see a glimse of sadness in his eyes.

"When that happens it must be quite lonely...being a savior is quite complicated, right?" With that comforting phrase not only you felt like a social butterfly but also a litle guilty. Maybe you just had a bad impression of him. At that time it was after a life threatening event and you were on edge.

However your positive train of thought is stopped by his muttering "yes, I have been really lonely...but soon I wont be" a smile appeared in his face as he keep talking "reacently I met the one destined to be mine, my soulmate". A little bit of pink showed up in his ears. Was he blushing?

The sight in front of you would have captivated you if it weren't for your instincts going wild. You didn't know why but the way he talked about love creeped you out. So much so that you started to distrust the man once again. Sweat started going down your back.

The impulse to escape was back in your veins.

And then you noticed, the car gps was off. How did he know how to get to the shelter ? Could be by memory is your first thought but you were getting far away from the city. This roads almost didn't have any mile marks that indicated where to go.

Is true that he was considered a genius but he drove like he knew the way from the back of his hand... like he had gone here thousands of times. Hoping he couldn't sense the fear in your voice you prove your theory "Hawks...could it be that we're going to your house?" He gripped the wheel, veins popping in his strong arms.

"Fuck" he say with a low grunt and violently shifted the wheel to the left as he looked for a good place to urgently park. The sudden movement takes you by surprise and you are left holding your seat for dear life as he furiously maneuvers. Till with a sharp brake the car finally stops.

You two locked eyes for a moment prior to you taking off the seat belt and forcibly gripping the door handle. But is futile you're locked inside with this damm psycho. You take a glimpse of something in his hand "what a shame, I was hoping to not have to use this" he says prior to try to cage you with his hands.

You struggle using your wings to maintain some sort of distance between the two. But he knows where to grip them to hold you down and his strong built is too much for you to handle. Taking advantage of your stumble to get in a better position he manages to place a cloth in your face.

And within a few minutes, the now villain has you in his hold.

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You woke up in a soft bed, at first you were confused by the strange place you were in. Your calmness didn't last long though, memories of last night in the car flowed right into your brain.

A wave of anxiety and dread hits you. You feel dizzy as if you couldn't breathe. Trying to calm yourself down, you get a hold of your knees. The fetal position is said to be the most calming for humans after all.

Your rotten savior entered the room and a you're greeted with a bear hug. Probably the worse in your life. You try to get away from his grasp and when he notice he lets you go. But not completely, his hands stayed holding your shoulders.

"How's my songbird? Welcome home" he says with a perfect smile. You don't even try to reason with him, is obvious to see how obsessed is he with his 'soulmate'. You just have to look at his eyes to know.

He showed you around the house : the bedroom, the living room, the bathroom and the kitchen. Ignoring for completely the other rooms in the house. He also specifies that the garden is temporary off limits. You wonder howto change the state to 'open'.

The days passed and nothing that bad happened yet. You and hawks have some sort of rutine: he wakes you up and then you are moved to the kitchen to have breakfast and start your day. Next the both of you 'get to know' talking to each other for some hours, mostly him talking and you listening and answering out of fear of him going through with his threat of clipping your wings.

Later he has to work and you get some alone time, that you use to look for an escape. You haven't had much luck with that. And you're force to stop once he cames back and eats dinner with you while watching some netflix.

Finally you two go to bed and simply sleep, However lately he had been cuddling up with you. This was getting in your neves as he advanced more and more every night. You were terrified by him even if you tryed your best to remain strong.

An after two weeks in your new home, the crippling point happen.

You're eyes open slowly as you feel an arm holding you tightly. "Oh, sorry babe I didn't mean to wake you up" he kissed your forehead as a way to apologize. You have been holiding back your fighting spirit, behaving like his cute angel. And lately you were at your limits, when his hold started to be more...passionate something inside of you simply cracked.

However was the kiss on your neck that drove you to the edge. You started pushing his chest, the strong muscles were like a wall for you. Hawks takes a deep breath and then he holds you even tighter "sweetheart, I've waited a long while. Don't you want to feel how much I love you".

"Let go of me!" You screamed, taking him by surprise. That was enough to use all your strength at once, doing the final punch with your wings you were free of his grasp. Quickly you get out of the bed and opening your wings you fly towards the hallway. If you managed to enter the bathroom maybe you could gain some time.

You hear a fluttering of feathers, but this time is not yours. You try harder to reach for the door, is so damm close. As you grasp the handle, something lays on top of your wings. Immediately you feel extremely heavy and unable to levitate, you drop.

In a prince charming fashion the blonde catches you in his arms. He seems angry, you prefer to advert his gaze and instead gave a good look at the thing in your wings. It was some kind of metal liquid enveloping your feathers.

While he calmly walked into the room you trashed with all your might. Screaming to your kidnapper to be let go (and a good amount of insults too ). It definitely angers him more.

"You want me to drop you baby? HERE! " with that he throw you to the bed.Not waiting a second he is on top of you, trying to get hold of your wrist so he can pin you down.

Once he has both of them in one hand, the other starting to take off your chlothes. That's when you realize you probably wont be able to run off this time. You cursed yourself for being this weak, tears escaping your eyes.

After removing your top the man get a hold of your chest and gropes them softly "no need to need to be so shy..." he said your sobs only getting louder, and your body tembled as he started sucking them.

Just as he goes down to your body and is about to take your panties off. He takes a look at you, shaking of fear and face deep in the pillow crying. His eyes Softened at your pitiful state.

Hawks let's go a sigh while lessening the grip that was trying to separate your knees "hey... tell me. What is that you find so scary about this?" His hands grabbing his chin in thoughtful way before continuing with his rumbling "Perhaps...are you embarrassed to show your body to me ? You know I won't judge. In my eyes you're truly magnificent." You try keep you glance away but curiosity gets the best of you as you hear the sound of clothes taken off. The hero smirks at your reaction "Or are you scared of not cumming?" He let out a chuckle "darling there's no way you aren't tonight".

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[kizzyking]

I've been forcing myself to read a terrible book, with the help of a friend, because I spent to much on it not to read it. I've been reading it aloud to my friend and we've been discussing all of the things we hate about it, one of which is that the author named a group of people 'shamanfolk' and their magic users 'shaman' then made them violent extremist outsiders experiencing genocide. I need to share a conversation we just had about it. The conversation turned to Avatar the last Airbender because the book was advertised as "a fantasy book for people who like zuko/katara vibes, written in a brandonesque way"

Here is the Convo;

(me) I found good words for why the use of 'shaman' in this book upsets me, beyond the way it uses an existing word with cultural ties extremely inappropriately

(me) This part of a post is from Tumblr explains it; If you want to make a metaphor for racism, you have to remember that racism is literally based on nothing. Africans weren’t enslaved en masse because the Robo-Musa threatened to destroy the world, they were enslaved because it was economically rewarding and politically convenient. If at any point your allegory for racism includes “so <oppressed group> did this major catastrophe and” then you have not only missed the point but you are literally reinforcing the ideas that racism have let racism self-perpetuate (that e.g. black people are naturally dangerous and violent and must be contained or begrudgingly accepted by the Nice White People)

(Friend) But its not even used only as an insult Its literally the only word used for them

(me) I might have phrased poorly, I mean that I felt my issue with using shaman to label a group of people went beyond just the insensitivity of using a real word that isn't his and using it incorrectly. I've now realized that it made it hard for me to get distracted from the racist undertones through the book

(Friend) Ah yes I understand, Its the white "romanticism" of it

(me) Yeah exactly, leaning way to heavy on the perspective some people have of zuko being kataras oppressor

In my opinion

I don't think he has the skills to back up what he's planning, like having an engaging romance and working to improve the society

(Friend) Kataras "oppressors" is the entire watertribe as a whole. What do they mean its Zuko?

(me) Do you mean fire nation? And the men in their society in general perpetuating misogyny but the ones actually killing them are zukos people. But not zuko himself!(unlike migo) the main pushback I see against zutara online is from people of color who feel that katara would never fall for a fire kingdom prince of she respects herself and that anyone who thinks she would has drank too much white savior koolaid

(Friend) Did you forget how sexist Soka was in the beginning? He didn't think Katara could do anything or be a good bender because she was a girl. And did you forget how when they went to the Northern Watertribe, she was completely barred from learning fighting?

(me) You're right that there are many forms of oppression throughout the show, from all sides really. I just meant to clarify that 'opressor' is referring to the fire nation specifically within the specific complaints people make against zutara.

(me) Also I'd say personally, I believe that word refers to the ruling class subjugating a people, not every ism within intersectional bias

(Friend) I honestly don't have the energy to debate over a kids show

That's where the conversation ended but I am still very frustrated by it the next day and if anyone has an opinion I'd love to hear it. I felt like my friend riled me up and then cut it off when I didn't agree with them and left me with so many questions

[captainderyn]

For the 'hit 'em where it hurts' starters: 'I hate the way that I don’t hate you.'

Oooh thank you for sending this in! This is begging for me to write Judy/V in endgame/right after the final mission.

*Usual disclaimer that I don't really know what my ending is going to be for V yet, so this is just stuffing all the bits and pieces together that I like into one ending. No Phantom Liberty spoilers because I haven't played it yet, but spoilers for the final mission of the main game :)

V/Judy: "I hate the way I don't hate you."

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Judy was drowning beneath the neon lights of Night City.

Once upon a time she'd worn the suffocating anonymity of the city like a cloak, sank into the comfort of not being known, and thrown herself into the violent game the city played with its residents.

Now those same skyscrapers that had once promised opportunity were a neon gilded cage and the faceless anonymity she'd graved threatened to suffocate her.

But more than ever V gobbled up the lights and commotion up like a fire inhaled oxygen. 

Raging, gulping every morsel of fuel into an inferno. Something that would burn bright for only a short time. Her fuse was lit and she was burning, burning, burning.

Something had happened that day that V called Judy from the rooftop of Vik's clinic. That call haunted Judy, snuck into her dreams and rang in her ears. She'd been distracted, searching for something around her apartment, and it hadn't been until the ragged edge to V's voice fully sank in that she'd tuned in.

So yeah, maybe she'd told V to be careful, maybe she'd told V that she'd be home waiting. But what if she'd said something different? Something that would've kept V from doing whatever it was she was planning, something that would've kept V from coming back a shell of who she'd used to be.

There was an emptiness in V’s eyes now. No matter how often she smiled at Judy, it never lit up the rest of her face. Her laughter was hollow, when it came at all. 

She was just going through the motions. Raging through the city wearing the only persona she knew: merc.

With Johnny being gone, Judy would have thought that V would have lit up again. That without the engram eating away at her, she'd come back into the voraciously lively woman that Judy had met before the heist.

But the Johnny Problem hadn't seemed to be a problem at all. V mourned Johnny like she lost her closest friend, like she'd lost part of herself.

It came to a head in V's apartment, the one she'd unceremoniously moved all her stuff into after coming back from Arasaka Tower. V sat in a plush chair in the corner of the room, lacing up her boots. Or had been, but now they lay half laced, as she said the same words over and over again that drove Judy insane:

"I can't leave Night City, Judy, this city is part of who I am."

She hated that phrase, the excuse that V always fell back on. This city had eaten her up and spat her out so many times. There was nothing good in this city left to stay for but V just wouldn't get it.

"I hate this." Judy finally snapped, "I hate that I can't bring myself to hate you when you do this every single time." Judy ducked her head, the chromatic curtain of her hair sweeping over her eyes. She hoped it would mask the way her lips twisted, the way her eyes burned white-hot with tears.

She whistled out a hissing breath from behind her teeth, trying to pour concrete into her words to bolster them, "I want to hate you so much. You are a goddamn ticking time bomb and you made me love you. I could be halfway across the country by now, living outside of this stupid fucking city, but you've tethered me here and I'm going to be here until all that's left of you is an alcove and I'm going to have to pick up the pieces."

The words rushed out, so many armed with a viscous stinger. A deep part of her wanted the words to hurt, wanted them to land like glass shards in V's heart the way that the thought of losing her wedged its way into Judy.

V sank into the chair, eyes wide. Her jaw set. "I never asked you to love me. I've never asked you to stay."

"We talked about leaving!" Judy gestured out towards the skyline before locking her arms around herself, hugging herself in a vice of her own making, "After all this was over, we talked about leaving and yet we're still here."

It wasn't fair, not really, to pull this from the water beneath the bridge. Out of nowhere. But she'd woken up to V in the bathroom again this morning, wiping blood from the corner of her mouth with a towel, looking like hell and with it brought the ticking clock crashing back down onto her.

V stared at her in silence, eyes darting across her face.

Judy sucked in a shuddering breath.

"I think I made a mistake."

If V wouldn't pull the ripcord, then she'd do it herself. Pull her walls back up inch by agonizing inch.

"Jude, what do you mean? Where is this coming from?"

V tilted her head, the rust-worn dog tags around her neck clinking together. Judy stared at those, used those as a bolster as she grit her teeth and pushed forward. Each word fell measured, like stepping on ice lightly to make sure it wouldn't break before putting your full weight on it.

"I'm just...I'm starting to realize that I've never felt right here."

The silence V held for Judy to speak, the quiet patience that Judy had once adored when she was rocked to the core from Evelyn's death and just needed to let words lose grated on her. She'd flung daggers at V with her words, why wouldn't she fling them back? Why wouldn't she make this easier?

"I thought I liked being one among the many. Anonymous. It felt safe for me. But none of that was real. But now I look at this city and I feel..." She rung her hands together, running her thumbs along the ink wrapping across her skin, "It doesn't feel safe anymore, V, I feel alone."

V pushed herself more upright, as if to get up, to come over to Judy. Judy turned half a step away, staring hard out the window and watching V's reflection as she sank back down into the chair.

Leaning her elbows on her knees, V reached out a hand to Judy, "You have me."

And there it was, the crack in V's voice that Judy had been fighting to get. The first chip that would make the rest of this so much easier. She ignored V's outstretched hand, crossing her arms over her chest instead.

"Yeah, I guess. For a little while longer." Her stomach flipped as she spoke into existence the inevitability. The day when she'd wake up and V wouldn't. When she'd have to put her name on a cold concrete niche.

She'd always kept time for herself in phases. Each one ending when she pulled the plug, meeting every disappointment and home-that-wasn't-really-a-home by pulling away from it before it could leave her. This phase ending waking up next to a cold body...

"Listen, V," She spoke the woman she'd loved, no, had loved, if she had any control of her emotions, the only way she knew she'd understand: like a business woman. Maybe if she could pull the long-dormant corpo out of V then she could ignore the wet glisten in V's eyes. "You pulled me back into this city far longer than I should've stayed. I need to find something better, something more...stable."

She didn't pull the corpo out of V. She pulled tears, running thick and hot down V's cheeks in silent streams. It should have twisted a knife in Judy, she should have begged to take the words back. All it did was wash cold relief through her. The more irreparable she left these pieces the less it would hut when she inevitably stopped hearing from V, or worse, received the call that she was too scared to hear.

"I don't want you to disappear, Jude, not now. I need you, I love you. Please." V sucked in a ragged breath, choking down what sounded painfully like a sob. "I've lost everyone else, please don't make me lose you too."

But there was no reconsideration, no miracle 'I'll come with you. Let's get out of this city'. Judy didn't even know if she'd have wanted it even if V had offered. In fact, some coiled part of her eased at the thought of leaving it all behind.

Leaving the brilliantly vibrant women in front of her behind and getting out of the radius before she went nuclear, just like every other good thing in Night City did.

"You have your place in this city, let me find mine outside of it." Judy looked to the ground so she didn't have to look at V's face as she delivered what she hoped would be the fatal blow, "It's been a nice phase, V, you've meant so much to me. But it's just a phase that's destined to end, just like everything else."

V muffled a sob in her hand, drawing her knees to her chest and folding in on herself. She kept her fist there, pressed against the lips that Judy used to kiss with such giddy reverence, and stared hard out the window until her tears were silent tracks down her cheeks.

"Okay." V finally said in the soft rustling of Judy grabbing her things, tossing them haphazardly in a bag, "I...I'm sorry, Jude."

Judy didn't know what to do with that, didn't know where that fit in with the broken pieces of their relationship she'd just strewn across the floor. So she slung her back over her shoulder and let the door hiss behind her in a quiet click of finality.

[jrwi-most-nd]

Round 3 Poll:

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Gillion Tidestrider (Riptide)

(Submitted for Autism, ADHD, OCD, PTSD, and Dyslexia)

do i really need to say anything. do i really.  ~ Autism he has,,,,,,, an issue with textures and social interaction and just yknow gives off those v i b es  ~ Autism He misses social cues, mostly black and white thinking, especially towards the beginning of the series, strong morals, has stated he doesn’t like/struggles with change, etc etc  ~ Autism HE CANONICALLY DOESN’T LIKE VELVET HE CANONICALLY HAS TEXTURE/SENSORY ISSUES. His whole arc with the oversea is so autism coded (with not understanding things everybody else around him thinks is common knowledge even if it’s never been explained to him before). But ALSO HE TOTALLY HAS INTRUSIVE/IMPULISVE THOUGHTS he canonically has ‘blasphemous’ type thoughts (wanting to steal lemons with his friends even if it’s against his oath), plus there’s NO WAY he doesn’t have violent type intrusive thoughts about hurting his loved ones NO WAY. plus his overall stubbornness of not letting go of his oath and general struggles with change is so so so autism coded of him.  ~ Autism and OCD Gillion is literally so autistic. He misses social cues and is easily deceived. He also hates lying and is overall a very honest guy! he repeats certain phrases like ‘it is my destiny!’ which are actually vocal stims cause i said so. Could all of this be explained by him not having a childhood and never learning anythning other than fight? yup! Am i saying all of this cause im like that? yeah! and im autistic :D also hes very cool and thats also a sign of autism  ~ Autism being put through years of (training) torture can cause anxiety especially at the young age he was ive also seen him just do random shit which gives off the idea that he’s not reliant on social cues, for example; jumping out windows, kissing a man (chip), or just going off to do his own thing which is a thing i do alot,,not kissing men,,,or jumping out winows yet but hes not reliant on social cues, he also ties his hair up, and i know he didnt do it in the first design but sometimes my sensory issues go away and come back randomly like a vacation for those bastards anyway another thing with the anxiety autism and anxiety are both very common together like autism and adhd! thats all i got but i can go way more in depth  ~ Autism and Anxiety Gillion fishman nuerospicy asf and I need ppl to share in my hc that he has ocd look at him. Insert cool character analysis I don’t do words. Fish. ~ Autism, ADHD, and OCD

Ashe Winters (Prime Defenders)

(Submitted for Autism, OCD, DID/Plurality, Psychosis, and Cotard’s Syndrome)

source: dude trust me (/system)  ~ Plurality, Psychosis, and Cotard’s Syndrome look at her. Thanks. no but autism Obviously duh incarnate vocal tone constant allusions to games headphone warrior but also . she rly just spent a year in her brain (the array would be Shit if even Considered DID rep obviously but imagine a perfect world where everything is good and normal) ocd more tied to hcs like drumming her hands on certain things certain amounts of times and trying to reach for the book when its not there but theres a lot more i just cant remember off the top of my head  ~ Autism, OCD, and DID

[2nd-mushroom-circle]

lines that made me cry in my 3rd relisten to the chaos protocol ep 32 (MAJOR SPOILERS):

- “brother heed me, as you ought.” something about the way connie says brother this time… i will never be ok about sing and seir

- i mean i could say the entire rest of the opening monologue. but the little hesitance on “lover, hold me”? OW.

- THE WAY VAL’S VOICE SOUNDS ON THEIR FIRST LINE. illegal.

- similarly, the sobbing after “it is lost. forever.” always catches me off guard and RIGHT IN THE HEART

- the way connie just moves on to lumiéra after val says “something snaps”. cause there’s nothing more to say. nothing that can fix it.

- “a door that had been so carefully pried open slamming shut, and… he doesn’t feel.”

- “and he just… looks at where he should have been a shield.” have i ever mentioned that cai is a masterful storyteller? cause cai is a masterful storyteller and god. i’ll never stop feeling things about xainan esch

- this whole scene with xainan crumbling into dust destroys me.

- “you have always been half dead, xainan esch”

- connie calling oblivion the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen as xainan is drifting away from his own life sure is something, huh.

- “i think im just exhausted with being a coward” no cause i have so many feelings about lumiéra waiting, waiting, always a little too hesitant and afraid to tell sing how she really felt, even though sing felt the same, because it’s too scary because it’s too complicated because lumiéra is literally just fucking HUMAN and it takes so much to make that step - only for her to finally do it and it’s just. a moment. too. late.

- the moment when we move from lumiéra’s flashback to the present. the imagery of happy, triumphant, hopeful lumi giving way to lumi crouched over sing’s body, tear tracks staining her face.

- and the imagery of seir holding up lumiéra with his sister. fuck me i guess.

- THE FUCKING PERSPECTIVE SHIFT

- ok being fully fr seir’s monologue here is when i actually started crying in earnest this time. what the fuck val. not one line. all of them

- “the knife that is xainan” always hits me a little bit

- “whelming it’s pitiable vessel” is just such a good phrase. didn’t make me cry but i love it

- the music cue when artemis appears did make me cry though

- “eyes that immediately fall upon sing’s body” if i think too hard about artemis’s relationship with sing (artemis singing the twins to sleep, artemis signing her transfer request because artemis can see right through her, artemis giving them all the warning she can, artemis knowing when they die and appearing right away but unsurprised, with grief that has always been there, artemis making a choice) i will break. and start making some not-yet-canon assumptions about artemis’s own emotional state. so we are not thinking about that!

- “a lance in her chest” “bleeding.” ow ow ow the multiple possible readings of this line. connie and sea kicking off their insane narration chemistry with a lance to my chest. ow

- “those warm, gentle hands, that do not touch, that are so careful with their love” ok so when i said we weren’t feeling things about artemis? i lied

- “and when her hands pass through your flaming horns, snuffing them out like a candle at the end of its wick, it is not violent. it is not to put a cap on your grief, not to quiet you, not to for you into a box or a body that cannot contain you -“ “it is a mercy.” “it is the sweet mercy of rest when you have no tears left to cry.” the actual reason i’m relistening to this episode is to memorize all the words. so i can hold them like precious things in a box inside me. btw

- and artemis sings you and your sister to rest one final time.

ok. *wipes away tears.* anyways.

- artemis wiping a tear from lumiéra’s eye and calling her the bravest girl in the room .

- we interrupt your regularly scheduled tears to bring you: i’m gonna pull an øka* and punch fate in the fucking face. “this pain has a design”. yeah it’s called fate’s a BITCH and a BAD PARENT. and you can quote me on this

*i have not yet watched the second stranger only seen the clip of øka punching fate. so many times. i replayed that clip quite a bit after this episode.

- “and you cannot hold on to your life much longer. you are a dead man walking and you can go no farther than this.” ok back to crying! this is the sequence i was originally most abnormal about. and you know what? it still hits. so much. xainan my beloved

- sea and connie narrative trading my beloved.

- “do you want to live?” “i don’t know.” “then why don’t you come with me, and you can tell me your answer later.” god what a line. what a perfect response. there are no words that can fix this, but maybe with time and love and care someday you will want to live again. why don’t you come with me.

- “and she carries you home.”

- i don’t think i fully internalized the imagery of sing’s sword being driven into the earth by the roots of the world tree and the roots growing up around it before, but this time i imagined wildsailors hundreds of years from now coming upon this site and approaching it with reverence and love, knowing that it was here that something bigger than their world changed forever, holding sing’s eulogy in the very heartwood of the wildsea—yeah.

- “i love my dad, ok?” thanks abasi already sobbing.

- “it is effortless, the care that they hold for you. it is a reality unto itself.” just. cause. this is what i was hoping the whole time in the lead up to this episode. i know it would be awful and crushing and it would break them, and i was so worried that they would have to just. find a way to push on somehow. make plot happen anyways. but this, nova being cared for and held and protected in their grief? someone carrying them home when they can’t do it themselves anymore? this was just what they needed. and what i needed. i cannot wait for arc 2.

[seancekitsch]

punk rock girl: an eddie munson x reader fic

this is a shortie, spot the slc punk quote, just kinda fluffy, smot poking activities, punk shit, you take eddie to a punk show, punk metal solidarity love, fem!reader

“Eddie c’mon, you’ve gotta celebrate getting into community college in style!” you call over your shoulder, about to turn another block. He’s been following you for a two town drive, and a walk half a mile now. Through a municipal park, through several parking lots. You said you were bringing him into ‘your world’. 

“Everyone gets into community college, you just sign up,” he laughs, and jogs to catch up with you. His calloused fingers meet the material of your vest; not so different than his, but vastly different still. 

When he met you, post Vecna and pre-graduation, you were a recent transplant. When Robin introduced her cousin from Illinois to the party and now extended party, Eddie thought he was in love. Another metalhead? And a smoking hot chick at that?

Only, he was dead wrong. You were a punk, through and through. Your vest was adorned with sewn patches, like his, but also scraps of lace fabric that he would later find out were ripped lingerie, studs you had hammered in by hand, spikes you’d done something similar with, and chains dangling from the shoulders like epaulettes. Your patches were hand painted: the stooges, dead kennedys, richard hell, x-ray spex, a white axe, one that just read’ taxi driver’, and the cramps. He figured out then in that moment you were his dream girl, he’d follow you anywhere, which led him to now.

“But thank you. Now, is this where you plan on murdering me?” Maybe he shouldn’t be joking about murder after being accused of it, but really, you were approaching a parking garage near the edge of a forest. If anythings going to happen its here.

“Nope,” you say, popping the ‘p’. “Up there.”

He follows where you point, up to the top of the parking garage. 

“Oh, no no no no no, I think I’ve seen this one before,” he shakes his head violently, hair thrashing back and forth with his movements. 

“Don’t worry, I won’t slice and dice,” your voice is like honey, “Thats where were going to see Naked Raygun. Show begins at sunset and I wanna make sure we establish dominance.”

Naked Raygun. He only knows that name because you…

“Yeah I mean, I like All Rise, but I think Throb Throb was their best album.”

You let the smoke drift from your lips as you speak, spread out on your back on Eddie’s bed with a joint for two between your fingers. 

“Naked Raygun,” he tests the name out on his lips, “You think those exist?”

Its a high question, but one you still answer.

“I dunno, maybe? Why, do you wish you had one?” You chuckle and take another drag.

“”I dunno, Maybe,” he mimics your tone, voice rising in pitch and everything, and you snort and choke on the smoke, slapping his denim clad thigh.

“Who’d you use it on?” you ask between coughs, “Me? Your secret harem?”

He chuckles, and fuck you drive him crazy. 

“You first,” he confirms, “and then all the ladies lining up outside that trailer door to fuck the freak.”

You smile at him, something dark in your expression, but then in a second its gone again. 

“But anyway, Eds. They’re playing around here soon. Real underground shit, you wanna go?”

“How underground we talking? Is the whole punk thing actually a cover for cult shit, my lady?” he asks, and fuck, he wants to kiss you. You look so kissable. You always look so kissable. 

You roll your eyes, but smile widely up at him. 

“Like, abandoned property secret show shit., c’mon dude.”

He was in. 

“Establish dominance?” he’s brought back into the moment by that phrase. 

“Oh we’re gonna party, baby.”

He didn’t think metalheads were more tame than punks. He was wrong. The moment a band started playing, you threw yourself into a mosh pit, kicking and shoving, and amidst all the noise he can still hear your laughter. You’ve been at it for the whole set, 

“Fuck it, roll for initiative,” he whispers, finishing his solo cup of swill shitty beer, and flings it over his shoulder and throws himself willingly into the pit as well. He thrashes amongst the other bodies, likeminded punks like you all angry, but jovial. Thats what all this was, he realizes; punk is people angry about the state of their world, coming together to express and enjoy each other. Not unlike how the metal scene is filled with people like him, fantasy nerds who enjoy a complex guitar riff. 

The orbit of the pit brings him back to you, first in passing, where you throw your body into his side, he steadies you and you bounce off of each other. The next time he catches your gravity he holds onto you the way the Earth holds the Moon. He swings you off the path of the crowd, pulling the two of you out and to the periphery. You laugh heartily as you hand onto him, arms around his neck as you catch your breath.

“Having fun?” you pant, and he pulls you upright, his hands never leaving your hips.

“I do believe this is the most insane shit I’ve ever willingly participated in,” he huffs, leaning against you.

“What can I say?” you tighten your hold on his neck, pulling him into a hug, “We punks do it with love!”

You laugh, eyes not leaving his, and then before either of you can think, he’s pressing his lips to yours, crashing together. Has he fucked this all up? Who knows. He didn't even register what he was doing, his body on autopilot. Both of you almost fall over, dizzy from the beer and the kiss. 

When he finally pulls back, both of you are breathless all over again.

“You mean to do that, Eds?”

He presses his sweaty forehead against your own.

“Yeah, I think I did.”

He surprises himself by admitting that, but with the way you’re looking at him, he doesn’t regret it. 

“Was hoping you did.”

[thedarkestgreys]

tagged by both @stannisfactions and @theangrypomeranian 🖤🖤 thank you friends!

How many works do you have on AO3?

67 but something new is popping up for halloween

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

so it says 976,114 but 266,429 of those words are from @baratheonbrotherspresent group written co-op fics

3. What fandoms do you write for?

primarily Fexi/Euphoria right now. but i've also written fics for ASOIAF/GoT, Eternals, Star Wars Sequel Trilogy, and Teen Wolf over the last near decade.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

your violent overnight rush (fexi) stages (jonsa) and i'll do anything you say (if you say it with your hands) (drukkari) slow hands (drukkari) and then a fic that i currently have hidden 😅

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

always! even if it's a quick TYSM FOR READING. i always appreciate when readers take the time to leave a comment, and i want to show my love back.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

i don't think i've written anything with an angsty ending tbh. yes, lots of angst in various fics, but i'm a happy ending girlie through and through.

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

as stated above, im a happy ending girlie. but maybe my heart's gone double time if i had to choose.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

i haven't in a long time, but in the past yeah. like drove me away from a ship and shut down my interest in writing for like a solid year. it wasn't even about the writing, it was about the plot (a Sweet Home Alabama AU) and the comments were unnecessary (go read the wiki on the movie yall its not hard) and it just sucked lol. that was a hot minute ago though. we're good now.

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?

hahahaha do i write smut???? i have an internal checklist of all the smutty things i haven't written yet that i want to give a go, so you could say that. (note: daddy kink is off the list and never to be seen from me again)

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

i do not! but i like to write a lot of AU's of different media.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

as far as i know of, no i haven't.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

i've had some offers in the past to have things translated back in the GoT days but i never gave the okay on it simply because it was a fic i never completed (ya girl used to get in over her head)

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

technically the BBP fics are cowritten but we all did our own chapters following a basic outline of plot/storylines and worked around what other authors were posting. it was chaos and hilarious and the most fun i've ever had

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

to write for? i'd have to say it's fexi, they unlocked a new level in my brain as an author. shout out to my favorite non-canon little crackship that could podrya though - i'll love you forever. to read? this is like asking someone to pick their favorite child. i've read so many incredible fics across a ton of different fandoms. but god i guess the ones i still seek out frequently is dasey and dramione. wouldn't say i have a favorite though?

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

i really want to finish but the wolves came and went and i think i'm sitting on at least two chapters completed for it right now lol someday i'll sit down and finish writing the whole thing and get it posted.

16. What are your writing strengths?

plotting. world building. exposition. keeping characters in character. i've been told i'm good at writing big emotions too?

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

i've improved greatly but i still struggle with dialogue. 🙃

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

okay so. when i was writing slow hands as i got further into the story i really started describing the actual sign language being used by makkari and druig. hours of watching asl videos to pick out different words or phrases to translate. it was fun and it was hard work and i ended up with a whole new appreciation for asl. but it also felt important to really dig into describing the asl and i'm glad i did it.

19. First fandom you wrote for? ... and i'm still bitter about the cancelled reboot.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

taking yvor out of the equation: my fexi warm bodies zombie au sharing different heartbeats mostly i go back and read it and go "wait i wrote this?" because i don't do zombies at all lol. i'm just very proud of it.

tagging: @sarahcakes613 @muserepeats @calculated2stagger @iwantthemtostay and @idontneedtobeforgiven

[batboyblog]

Is ok for me to vent here?

I’m frustrated, Israel has the right to exist as much as other fucked up countries like the USA. You can hate BiBi as much as you can hate Biden or even more I don’t give a fuck. Israel has the right to exist and the right to defend itself. Hamas is a fucking terrorist group stop supporting a fucking terrorist group. Members of the LBGTQ community that support Hamas as the dumbest people ever. Even dumber then flat earthers. Sorry for the vent I’m just pissed

Israel is the only country we seem to have this "debate" about, the only country where there's a sizable movement to not just dissolve its government and end its statehood, you could say that is true of Taiwan or North Korea as well, but to depopulate it of its citizens "by any means" is a phrase that gets thrown around.

people can feel however they want about 1948, or the whole Zionist project from the 1880s through to 1947, but it happened and they're not Dr. Who they can't go back and change history, you can only go forward.

Hamas' attack didn't free Palestine, in fact it made Israel more resolved. I was just reading about how 3,000 Haredi who are traditionally anti-zionist/non-zionist signed up to the IDF when they normally don't serve at all. Think about that for a second a traditionally non-Zionist Jewish community signing up for the IDF on mass, real win there guys. Indeed there are lots of stories of suffering an heroism from Israel's Arabs not just Druze traditional allies of the state but Muslims as well, I think of the bus driver who still can't sleep because he spend hours under the bodies of the old folks he was driving to the beach that day, every time he lays down he feels like he's there again. Or the Bedouin cabby who packed people into his van at the music festival. A popular Israeli Palestinian blogger put out a long post about his own complicated history with his identity and how for years he's been saying "Palestinian Israeli" but was now going to switch it to Israeli Palestinian, because Hamas showed him he has no other home than Israel. Sorry to ramble but my point is these attacks have brought everyone even groups normally ambivalent or even hostile to the Zionist project into the Israeli community. So kind of an own goal if you want to "free Palestine" to get Palestinians in Israel to feel more Israeli than ever.

It's been a long hard 2 weeks to be Jewish um yeah lots of pain lots of frustration. not much to say past that, Israel is a country its going to keep being a country for the rest of all our lives, no one who's really pro-Palestinian (rather than just antisemitic) should want Hamas in charge of Gaza they're violent against their own people, they steal from them, no good, and a "us or them" struggle between the Israelis and Palestinians.. no pro-Palestinian should want that, there are 2 million Palestinians in Israel, citizens of Israel, many of whom were murdered on Oct 7, shot down, they murdered a woman in a Hijab, does any one think they thought she was a Jew? whats more if you really make it "one or the other" just thats not a pro-Palestinian point of view, just gets more people killed.

[majachee]

any capper lore?

CAPPER LORE?? 👁👁

Still reading the main comics but from what I picked up Capper is from a cat kingdom called... Abyssinia. And it's full of anthro cat people. The kingdom was attacked and left in ruins by the Storm King (main off screen antagonist of the animated movie) when Capper was younger, and Capper's family was... implied to be killed? I believe? The comics are definitely heavier with its explicitness but its still frustratingly vague at times.

The vagueness of death in MLP always frustrated me as a child, I was the kind of child who wanted that kind of information told to me straight, I was always like that. I think that's why I liked transformers so much despite being a little young for some of the shows, the TF shows I watched explicitly told you when a character died. Either through characters talking or, like, on screen. Despite how that scared me sometimes. Issues I've had with shows since age 9, I guess...

Btw this isn't me saying MLP should have like.. violent bloody death scenes because it was never that kind of franchise. It just made little me mad that I couldn't figure out if "defeated" and "disappeared" meant died or... just. Defeated in a fight and injured, or just missing. Esp since kids shows tended to use thise phrases to mean both. End of tangent...

Anyways, after the conquering of Abyssinia, Capper made his way to Klugetown and did some scheming, got some debt, and then the events of the movie happened. Still reading the main comics, but he did eventually join the temporary Nightmare Knights and helped the Mane 6 against the Knights of Harmony.

My dude has a banger song and funny character so I love him dearly, and I am so mad I don't have more lore on hand about him.

One weird thing tho: all these different anthro animal kingdoms neighboring Equestria? Yeah, uh, they all walk on two legs and have hand-like appendages. And the ponies and yaks (and technically gryphons? They walk on all fours but they do have claes and disposable thumbs on their front legs so???) are really the only ones who don't, oddly enough. I guess it's because they're later additions to the show's universe, but eh???? Def interesting to wonder about, evolutionary wise. Take that odd observation as an apology for not having a lot of Capper lore at the moment.

[haejjoon]

HELLO YES IM BACK strap in folks i hope u dont mind the spam cuz i love vomitting out brainworms online. Im glad my ask put u in a good mood! Because ur reply put me in one!! Anyways once again i love checking this blog like the daily newspaper to see everyone discussing things so fun

First of all i did see ur art of that rank 1! Powerful homoeroticism. I really enjoyed it. The "go all out? That sounds like fun" HEBDIWBZUWBIZN???????? Has the same vibe as goro's "ill need all the practice i can get to take you out" just the phrasing and the double meaning behind every one of these losers interaction constantly makes me go Oh? Oh! Oh... Oh! Ohhhhhhhhh ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Secondly, do not even get me started on the fucking romance options in the game. Im aroace and i haaate when every single confidant story with a girlie just has to go "wow u have helped me so much and ur so kind.....it must be because u have a crush on me!" Or "we've come to the obligatory rank where i somehow from somewhere at some point in time developed feelings for u and i have to ask u out!" Fuck no! Stop treating romantice relationships as the destined "upgrade" to your already existing friendship for fucks sake. Like i get that its a game mechanic for the players to have their fun and what not but it just pops out of nowhere sometimes and comeon even kawakami?????

On that note, idk how this fits but i love self projecting and hcing akiren and goro being on the aroace spectrum too but they haven't figured it out yet so it just makes the whole mess of complicated feelings between them even funnier

Goro to ann: "i hate this guy so fucking much" "are you sure you don't just have a crush on him" "what's a crush"

Goro: i hate how pretty that man is. i have to tackle him. i have to pin him down to the ground. no ann i do not want to hug him i want to Violently Crash My Body Into Him

It just adds more spice yaknow?

(Anyways thank you again for the food and happy lunar new year if u celebrate! 🍊🧧🍊🐇)

ehe the go all out line was probably my favorite, next to holmes/watson. thinking about the fact that akira can't do all-out attacks on his own in swap bc he doesnt have teammates... so of course going "all out" would be fun

yeah :( honestly i do feel sorry for turning the girls down but it'd just make me worse to accept their feelings. it really does say a lot about how theyve been treated by the men thus far, to start romantically liking the first guy who's half decent to them. ugh ladies this is why you gotta look at each other (looking at you, makoharu)

my goro has probably never had a romantic attraction to anyone in his life! ive always headcanoned him as sexually attracted to men, but demiromantic if that makes sense? hes got SO much going on with him, romance just isn't wven a possibility in his mind until akiren comes along

(happy late lunar new year to you too! im so sorry it took this long to respond aiooaaoaaooaoa i hope you're doing well <3)