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Snape antis: What do you have to say about Snape making fun of Sirius at Grimmauld place?
Me:
#he deserved to have this one fr#‘‘how’s the cleaning going‚ black? 🥰🙊’’#you can’t tell me he wasn’t making those faces at sirius when he asked that#tbh i see people try and bash him for this and i’m like ??? would you not do the same??#the opportunity was basically served to him on a silver platter#shit i’d roast sirius too 🤷♀️#severus snape#pro snape#pro severus snape#snape#anti snaters#they’re acting like i’m gonna suddenly care#omg guys i can’t believe snape insulted the guy who bullied him endlessly and never stopped being an asshole to him!! he must be punished!!!#harry potter#hp#shitpost
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Beware the following mindless deranged rambling that randomly hit me at 3am, but I can't be the only one who felt this way when playing for the first time...
Not having Officer Singer conspiring with Rookwood was a big fat missed opportunity
And whether it was intentional or not, it was all perfectly laid out for a plot like this since the start!
From her first theatrically heroic appearance in Hogsmeade:
As a Magical Law Enforcement Officer, I assume Singer is equipped with the basic knowledge of evacuation procedures e.g. steeling all persons away from the ongoing threat and ensuring they exit the area safely.
But what did she do instead?
Luring the massive troll into rampaging further into Hogsmeade, leaving a pair of 15-year-olds completely out in the open, vulnerable to new imminent dangers. And sure enough, as soon as MC and Natty/Sebastian were alone, another troll bursted in, mere seconds after Singer left the scene.
What's not to say she was only there to clear of any potential civilian witnesses, using the first troll to scare them away under the guise of doing her job, while the second troll quickly comes crashing in, with MC being served up in a silver platter.
Later we saw Singer comes running back and is understandably surprised to see MC unscathed. We get this strange piece of dialogue:
She didn't bother assessing, or at least securing the crime scene when it's literally the first step to ensure an initial investigation can later be conducted properly. Instead she does the complete opposite by having someone else to practically wipe it clean of anything worth further investigating; there definitely would’ve been debris or bits of damaged armour with lingering traces of dark magic, now all gone. Then she just vanished, leaving a couple of teenagers alone in an deserted area, again.
Later we meet Rookwood for the first time.
From here we learned that Rookwood watched the whole incident unfold, implying he planned to abduct MC at the first chance he got, one which Officer Singer very conveniently provided. The only thing stopping him was seeing the new kid had absolutely Thanos-ed a troll using an unfamiliar form of magic.
And he wasn't exactly discreet either. Rookwood, an infamous criminal gang leaders was allowed to so nonchalantly wander around Hogsmeade in the broad daylight and it was clear he could to barge into public establishments whenever he wanted while openly threatening a pair of minors. A Dark Wizard who was now actively stalking a literal child got to walk away scot-free. Pretty lenient...
At this point it wouldn't be too outrageous to say Singer is systematically participating in organised wizarding crime. Here's an interesting piece of dialogue from Rookwood:
"Favours." now we have proof that Rookwood somewhat has a little power in the Ministry. There could've been a transactional relationship between Rookwood and Singer too.
British policing wasn't exactly well liked; venal and corrupt as it was, elite officers colluding with criminals weren't new.
Assuming it applied to the Wizarding World too.
At the era HL takes place (the 1800s), bribery and cover-ups were daily occurrences, which could garner favours that often came from the very criminals from whom corrupt officers have collected in exchange for "turning a blind eye".
This one's a bit of a stretch to be honest, but it may have explained how Rookwood evidently was able to be as active as he was for "months." And it certainly would make more sense in how Singer maintained keep her position a lawwoman that's reputable and admired by the locals as long as she did despite her blatant inactions, considering the possibilities he helped pulled some strings.
It'd be too easy to claim Officer Singer was never fired simply by theorising the Department of Magical Law Enforcement were as unfit, unintelligent and incapable as the forces from the Victorian Metropolitan Police.
But it's later found out the locals felt very differently:
People trusted her, relied on her. They felt safe whenever she's near and all have nothing but praises for her.
Imagine the potential - the level of public outrage and betrayal - among the common folk, that the person who was supposed to defend them has been aiding the Ashwinders extorting, threatening and bullying them this whole time, possibly allowing said group access to all the needed private information to terrorise them even further (e.g. their names, private residences, workplaces and occupations, and all that of their loved ones, too)
This can easily be backed up by Natty’s questline: A Basis for Blackmail
We meet a few of the victims - targeted by Theophilus Harlow, another notorious Ashwinder leader and Rookwood’s right hand man - most notably Mr Isko Rabe and his wife.
Harlow knew their names, where Mrs Rabe worked (Gringotts), what she and her husband do for a living (bank security and curse breaker) and where they lived (to plant the threatening note and destroy their garden). Both careers are as high profile as they are dangerous, so it’s not surprising Mrs Rabe was approached about extorting the bank itself. What is disquieting was that their private homes were infiltrated a little too easily, especially concerning her husband is a talented curse-breaker.
Interestingly, Mrs Rabe and officer Singer were likely colleagues (as per the cutscene of the first Hogsmeade troll attack, you can see Mrs Rabe following closely behind Singer). Someone with Singer’s position would have all the necessary connections and know-how to learn all she needs to someone of lower rank, especially when divulging them to a powerful gang leader she may had been conspiring with…
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I got so excited because I was convinced there would be a twist of some sort, where we may get to pull a Houdini or a Scooby-Doo then unmask Singer as another sleazy dark witch that's been undercover and lying to the locals for years, secretly exploiting with Rookwood and manipulating the same people she's meant to protect.
I was so mentally prepared for the scandal, already so gleefully imagining the reactions of the villagers, the teachers or students from the sheer betrayal after speaking so highly of her and putting so much trust in that woman.
Imagine my disappointment when I find that she really was just hilariously incompetent 😂
Shit, even MC themselves pointed this out ( after local businesses were being extorted and a student was just kidnapped by a group of adults:
I can always incorporate this post in the fic, that'd be fun.
#hogwarts legacy#ramblings#i think this it's a great use of my time 🤣#i put too much effort into this#but i need to get it off my chest#this is a officer singer hater account lmao#like wtf why this woman still has a job!?
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Honestly love how much Setheris Nelar totally screws things up for himself.
I mean, he was the primary caretaker for the future emperor from when he was eight years old. That's huge! If he had been even slightly less of an absolute dick, he would probably have ended up running the country.
Like, no offence to Csevet, but the first courier who stumbled into Edonomee at 4am with the message about Maia's ascension literally ended up being named Imperial Secretary and granted seemingly unlimited influence over the Emperor and his government. Within less than 24 hours.
That is how desperate Maia was for somebody to hold his hand through this. That could have been you Setheris!
And even if we assume that a version of Maia raised by a version of Setheris who actually gave a shit might have had the additional confidence and education necessary to stand on his own two feet more at the beginning, the Emperor's closest relative/friend/basically dad is still not to be sniffed at!
Again, Setheris raised Maia. He was seemingly the only adult at Edonomee who was tasked with taking care of him (beyond the servants, who seem to have been more involved with the practical stuff than providing any kind of emotional support). Endearing yourself to an eight year old boy, when you have ten years and total isolation to do so, shouldn't be this hard.
If Setheris was even vaguely nice to Maia, he'd have probably ended up forming some kind of strong emotional bond with him just by virtue of there being no other potential parental figures in the vicinity.
(Worth noting that the noblewoman hired to look after him for the funeral was vaguely nice to him for like a week, and Maia remembered that one week for ten years and then sought her out to offer his thanks and financial aid to her family virtually the moment he became emperor. This wasn't a hard kid to make a good impression on, is what I'm saying.)
Hell. If Setheris had managed to hire a nanny/tutor to take care of the bulk of Maia's day-to-day care, and just made the effort to be halfway decent when they passed each other in the hallways of Edonomee, Maia would still most likely have had a better relationship with him than with Varenechibel.
He could have been the slightly less distant father figure who ended up becoming chief advisor. It would have been so easy!
But no. Setheris instead chose to be an abusive shitheel for ten years straight, and now not only is he not trusted, but the Emperor literally cannot stand to be in a room with him without experiencing symptoms of panic attack. Setheris gets basically banished at the first excuse because his very presence at court is just that triggering for Maia.
Like, leaving aside how obviously shitty for him to have treated Maia (a literal child at the time) so badly, this is such a cock-up from a political perspective.
He was given a golden opportunity to mould the next Emperor's entire personality, and he blew it so hard that the Emperor now instinctively frames his likes and dislikes around what he knows Setheris wouldn't have approved of.
This should have felt like a reward, y'know? The return to court after all this time? The seemingly friendless kid you spent ten years caring for ending up being the fucking Emperor?
I mean, just imagine getting basically everything you ever wanted served up to you gift wrapped on a silver platter, only for it to be immediately snatched away because you are just such an utter repulsive cunt of a human being. Imagine having to admit out loud in front of several witnesses (including the main victim of your abuse and your own beloved wife) that you 100% deserve this because you are just that shitty.
Honestly couldn't have happened to a nicer guy.
#goblin emperor#setheris nelar#maia drazhar#the goblin emperor#goblin emperor meta#goblin emperor analysis#abuse#tw abuse#child abuse#tw child abuse
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Ghoulette Appreciation: Week 6
murder ghoul murder ghoul murder ghoul
Read here or on Ao3
Pairing: Mistshine
Word Count: 2565
Tags: depictions of gore/violence, drowning, Mist is at the end of her rope
Summary: Mist gets her revenge on the Siblings that bullied Sunshine
Mist wasn’t social. Mist hardly spent time with other ghouls outside of her duties, let alone the human residence of the Ministry. She truly only knew the Clergy by name. They were designed for hunting, for surviving in the deepest and darkest parts of the Pit’s ocean.
For once in their years Topside they could use the gifts Lord Leviathan blessed them with. They’ve hunted with the pack on occasion, but it was always too easy with the wretched little humans already being drugged or drunk. This, though, thrilled them.
They were on land they knew even in pitch black. She was in a place where she wouldn’t have to be confined to a glamour. She had every advantage. She just had to be patient, calculating every move she made lest she get caught and sent back to the Pit. The risk was worth it to her.
Ifrit had gotten the basic information they needed about the Siblings who bullied Sunshine. She knew their names, their faces, and their daily schedules. That’s all she needed. The hunt began slow. She would occasionally cross their paths, scope them out, find out every one of their mannerisms. She memorized their scent, could conjure it up if she thought hard enough. Once she had that down she started to get more bold. Nothing major, just enough for them to realize she was around here and there. She wanted them to feel comfortable with her presence the same way they lulled Sunshine into a false sense of friendship.
Mist knew exactly when she would bring the hunt to the climax. The next full moon, when her water ghoul abilities would be enhanced by Her light. Most Siblings celebrated the moon’s cycles. It wouldn’t be difficult to lure them out. She’d rope them in under the guise of needing more hands for a particular ritual. Maybe she’d even use her body to entice them, most of the humans here were always looking for an opportunity to get into bed with the incarnations of Him. Simple little animals.
As the day dragged on, though, she realized she wouldn’t need to do much of anything. She overheard two of them talking. They were planning on traveling down to the beach to swim under the moonlight. Mist could almost laugh with how easy they had made this for her. They were being served on a silver platter for her. She approached then, claiming she overheard their activities for tonight. She offered them a ride down, being one of the few ghouls who knew how to drive. The three hesitated a bit, but Mist quickly threw in that she knew all the hidden spots on the beach. The apprehension evaporated.
Sunset rolled around and Mist was already waiting at the gates of the Ministry with one of the vehicles ghouls were permitted to borrow. She tried not to sigh at all the junk the three humans were bringing knowing damn well she’d have to pick it all up herself by the end of the night. She flexed her hands on the steering wheel. She had to stay calm, rational until they were all alone. The pull of the full moon wasn’t helping with that. She could feel her water trying to bubble to the surface crying, begging, to be let out.
Only a little longer was the mantra she repeated to herself during the short drive to the nearby beach. She was silent the whole time, but the three humans were giddy, excitedly chirping about whatever thing they had planned to do. When they pulled up, Mist parked the car as far from the beach as she could manage.
“So not to disturb the peace” she claimed when she felt protest from the humans.
She could tell they wanted to argue, but refrained and obeyed the words of a water ghoul in their element. Mist made a show of hauling their heaviest items down to the shore. Captivating. Earning their trust every single step. Once everything was set Mist hung back near the fire they had started. They wanted to watch how these humans operated in the waves before she decided the best way to make them bleed and scream. Mist sucked on her fangs feeling a throb and saliva pool in her mouth. The moon would have a decadent offering tonight. Mist would have her revenge.
It wasn’t long before the three humans swam back to shore and joined Mist. As they sat around the bonfire sharing food and liquor they became increasingly interested in their ghoulish companion.
“Is it true water ghouls are linked to the moon?” The blonde woman asked.
Mist nodded “All ghouls have a connection to the celestial bodies and their events, but water ghouls feel the effects in a deeper way.”
“I figured it would be the starry ones” the man commented.
“Quintessence” the short haired woman added.
“Yea that” he nodded in her direction.
Ignorant swine.
“Of course quintessence has the deepest connection to the celestial” Mist kept her tone level “but all ghouls have something that affects them more than the others. For my kind it is the moon.”
“What are the others?” The blonde asked after taking a sip from her bottle.
“Earth is affected by the change in seasons. Fire it is the solstices and solar eclipses. Air is major weather events. Quintessnce is any celestial event, eclipses, meteor showers what have you.”
“What about those mixed up ones?” The man asked.
“Multi ghouls” Mist corrected as patiently as she could “can be affected by any of the like. It mostly depends on what elements are strongest within them.”
“So when you say affect,” the short haired one chimed in “what does that mean?”
It was all falling into place. Mist had her chance now.
“Would you like a demonstration?”
The three nodded instantly, eyes lighting up at the prospect of seeing real ghoul magick up close. Mist stands and beckons them to follow her to the water. She dives into the waves, letting her element surround her. She can feel the restraints of her vessel crumble. The light of the moon combined with the hold of the ocean allows her to take a full ghoulish form. She licks over her serrated teeth and flexes the spines on her back before lifting just her head out of the water.
She knows even through their buzzed minds they can see the physical difference. She can see the way their faces change, the way their scents fill with uncertainty and twinge of fear. She flashes her bioluminescent spots, such a pretty thing can’t be dangerous.
“Join me” she calls “I will show you what a ghoul in their element can do.”
They hesitate, but soon the blonde woman shrugs and wades into the water after Mist. This breaks the spell the other two were under as they quickly follow after her. Once all three were treading water near her Mist began her display.
She started simple, giving them a little show with her bioluminescence. Then she performed simple little tricks any water kit could do, creating splashes, pulling moisture out of the air, making little balls of water. It was too easy to captivate the dull little animals.
Once they had calmed down enough to swim and play on their own after her performance, Mist gathered all her enhanced strength to create a massive rolling wave. She sank below the surface right before it crashed down onto the humans. Her eyes locked onto the nearest one scrabbling and floundering trying to get back to the surface. Mist created another wave albeit smaller this time. When it flung the human again Mist sprung forward and grabbed her. She pushed the barbs out of her wrist and stuck her right between the shoulder blades before pulling her up to the surface.
The other two humans had already surfaced. They spun around at the sound of coughing.
“Are you okay?” The man called out.
“Yeah” the blonde coughed “yeah I’m fine. Mist got me. I think I hit something though my back hurts.”
“Let me look” he started to swim over.
“No need” Mist cut in “she landed on a rock. That is why I dove under to grab her. I was worried she may be unconscious.”
“Shit you should get out” the short haired one said.
“Also unnecessary. Allow me to demonstrate.”
Mist stuck the barb near the original prick, pumping more venom into her body.
“Whoa…I can’t feel the ache anymore.”
“Enough water can heal anything” Mist said simply.
The other two didn’t seem convinced, but their friend didn’t protest so they all kept swimming. Mist waited and watched, counting down the minutes as her venom worked its way through the woman. The moment she noticed her movements started to slow she summoned another wave. This time she let the humans see it coming.
They quickly swam to the shore, narrowly avoiding getting caught a third time. They shared a moment of relief before realizing one of them was missing. They turned back towards the water just in time to see the blonde’s head go under. The man tried to dive back in but Mist stopped him.
“I will get her. It is too risky for you with the strength of the sea at this moment.”
He opened his mouth to object, but the short haired one put a hand on his shoulder and nodded.
Mist ducked under the waves and swam towards the body that was slowly sinking. She grabbed her, holding her there for a moment before grinning and exposing those long serrated fangs. Mist surged and began swimming deeper, pulling the woman with her. She tried to protest, tried to scream but her body wouldn’t move, couldn’t move. Mist felt it when she took in a gulp of seawater, her lungs desperately trying to find air. Before the light left her eyes Mist leaned forward, using her magick to make her words be heard.
“You will learn what happens when you curse Lucifer’s own.”
Mist slammed her head into the ocean floor. She dragged the body to the nearest rock formation, tucking it into an alcove. She would feed later, there were still two more. Stil, she didn’t want a hunt to go to waste. The creatures would enjoy it.
The other two humans got antsy the longer it took Mist to return. When they saw her spines rapidly approaching the shore with no body in sight, everything in them screamed to run. When her head breached the surface and they say the pitch black eyes reality sunk in. They bolted in two different directions, panic destroying their logic.
The short haired one started running along the beach's coast, feet hammering in the sand as she desperately looked for a way out. A way to hide until it was all over. As her lungs began to ache her prayers were answered. A cave came into view. She pushed through the pain thrumming through her muscles to reach the mouth. She ducked inside and found a spot where two big stalagmites protruded from the ground. She crouched behind them, taking in a few gulps of air before covering her mouth. She didn’t dare move. She didn’t dare make a sound. She had no idea if Mist followed her, but she wasn’t about to check.
It was still for a minute longer.
The light that was spilling in from the moon began to vanish. She gasped and choked back a sob at the dense fog that started to fill the cave. She was plunged into pure darkness with the feeling of water all around her. She rolled onto her hands and knees and slowly began crawling in the direction she thought was the entrance.
Mist could taste the fear on the air. She could almost laugh at it, but then the human would know how close they are to her. They were from the deep. They didn’t need light to see clearly. They let her get only a few feet away from the escape, waited until Mist could taste a hint of relief under the terror. Then they grabbed her ankle and yanked her so hard backward that the crack of her leg echoed through the cave.
She began sobbing and begging to be spared. She couldn’t fathom why Mist would suddenly attack, but still, she pleaded.
“Loud obnoxious thing” Mist spat “it was your voice that sealed your fate.”
They moved to sink their teeth into her throat, but she threw her arm up on instinct. She screamed as Mist snapped her head back, tearing the meat from her. Exposing bone. Blood drenched the front of her. She desperately tried to scramble back. All that did was allow Mist’s claws to rake down her legs. Mist swallowed down what she could of the flesh before spitting the rest out. They licked across their lips savoring the adrenaline-filled blood. They pounced again, this time locking their jaw tight around her throat. Mist clenched her jaw shut until the screams turned into a gargle before falling silent.
Mist drank from the gaping hole of a throat, dedicating each drop to the moon and the Morning Star. To Sunshine. When she had her fill she flicked her wrist and the fog instantly disappeared. She took a deep breath, locking onto the lingering scent trail of the last human.
The man had bolted up the shore, running as fast as he could through the woodland that separated the beach from the rest of the world. The woodland that separated him from the car. He was so close. He could see the tree line. He’d speed back to the Ministry and warn everyone that a ghoul has gone feral. He had to. He had to. He had to.
He was knocked to the forest floor faster than his brain could process. He tried to suck in air but every breath sent a piercing shock of pain through his side. Mist mounted him before he could even think to get up. He feebly tried to push her off, coughing and gasping with every movement. She snapped his wrist.
He lays there limp and wheezing for air, eyes frantic trying to solve the puzzle of escape. Mist doesn’t give him the chance to find the solution.
“You broke her heart.”
She laces her hands together and postures up before slamming her fists down onto his chest. His ribcage splinters inward, bone fragments puncturing his lungs and heart. Blood begins puddling around them, feeding the earth underneath. She postures up and slams down again sending a spray of blood up into her face.
They breathe heavily as they stand off his body. They gaze up through the branches to smile at the moon, silently thanking Her for the power Her light gives.
Mist drags the body back down to the beach, licking the viscera from her claws and face. As she goes, she grabs the body of the short haired woman before crawling into the ocean. She swims out far until she can barely see the shoreline. She lets the bodies go, giving them to the ocean, praying their souls get trapped in Lord Leviathan's domain for eternity. So every moment for the rest of existence they’re reminded of Mist.
So they’re reminded why their lives ended.
Because the hunter fell in love.
#the band ghost#nameless ghouls#ghost bc#the band ghost fic#ghoulette appreciation#ghoulette appreciation weeks 2024#mist x sunshine#mist ghoulette#sunshine ghoulette#mistshine#golfball writes
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What was it like for Mia going back to Garlemald and seeing it in the state it’s in? And I think she’s friends with Jullus, if I’m remembering correctly. if so, what was it like for her to see him again?
hooooh my god Ube do you know how many words I've written about this precise subject. it is literally the second-longest document in the scrivener project.
maybe one day i'll actually post that part of the fic lmfao. but for now i can rant about what's in it i guess, and thank you for giving me the opportunity to :D
TL;DR: SHE DOESN'T HAVE A GREAT TIME
The whole core of Mia's personal story is realizing the evils of the imperialist, colonialist ways of her country, how she benefited from that as a citizen and how her family actively contributes to it, and how she gets the fuck out of dodge and figures out how to fight back against it. Something she didn't expect, though, is how distancing herself from where she used to live figuratively and literally let her somewhat dehumanize where she came from. It was very easy for her to convince herself once she was out that Garlemald deserved anything she brought to bear against it as a Warrior of Light, that it deserved whatever wounds the Alliance would inflict whenever it managed to fight back. It was a little easy for her to forget that she grew up next to a nice guy named Jullus and helped him babysit his siblings and had a Totally Normal Childhood Friendship with him (...albeit one built on the luxuries that can only be secured by an empire bent on conquest).
(I would like to confirm that I put together her backstory - her father being Aulus mal Asina, her growing up basically smack in the middle of the capital - before Endwalker actually came out and confirmed there literally was a district where loyal R&D engineers were awarded estates smack in the middle of the capital, and that there's a boy roughly Mia's age who lived there. If I didn't know better I'd say Jullus was hand-crafted and served to me on a silver platter to be the "childhood best friend" that helped me put the rest of that backstory together. :V)
When the contingent starts forming and all the people in charge keep affirming "we're not going in as invaders, these people are victims," it sort of slaps her across the face how much she's forgotten she grew up among real people with real depth to their lives, and seeing what the Telophoroi have done to other civilizations, she suddenly feels sort of... hollow. When they get to Garlemald and look out at the ruined capital beneath the Tower of Babil, she gets a twisting sensation in her stomach and she starts feeling sick. Her initial thought is "I wanted Garlemald to fall, but not like this" - and then she feels even worse for wishing a fate like this on people she knew. She starts having to reckon with having dehumanized Garlemald's citizenry, the bas's and cen's and aan's and even many of those above who still held no real power in their military dictatorship, as much as Garlemald decried Eorzean peoples as "savage."
Because if she had stayed, how likely is it that she would act any different from the Garleans that now hurl curses and wish death upon the Ilsabard contingent and the Warriors of Light? Not very. That's proven very decisively when her childhood best friend suddenly turns up.
When they find Jullus, she grows even more bitter, because she had started to cling to a little hope that maybe he had the same realizations she did, or maybe that he did so even better - that he didn't forget his own humanity. She's certain he had it in him, knowing how kind he was from growing up together. Finding that he's deep in the nationalistic sauce makes her feel even more wretched.
She wants to genuinely help the people she grew up with, but that's clashing with how lost in that sauce they all are. She bites her tongue when Jullus lashes out at her and calls her viator (<-oh look a small amount of foreshadowing for Zenos later being so branded :V). She doesn't rise to Quintus's bait. She just keeps moving forward, doing whatever the Ist Legion demands of the Eorzean envoys, and jumps headlong into the pool where once upon a time she and Jullus watched his siblings splash around in order to pull out the ceruleum heater. She doesn't expect Jullus to change his spots, thinking him as ruined as the city they're in the middle of...but then he starts to. That little hope starts flickering within her again, and it would make her so happy to see it realized. She doesn't miss her parents - she's long since written them off as inextricable parts of the Garlean war machine, and long since reckoned with killing her father in particular. But if her old best friend can come around...
But he continues to carry out Quintus's orders. His thumb wavers above the trigger that would seriously injure the twins that she thinks of as little siblings. She fixes him with a cold glare as he marches her and Ellie back to Camp Broken Glass. When they learn what happened to his family, she demands to know whether their sacrifice was worth Garlemald's pride. He punches her in response - Ellie has to pull them apart.
She sees her friend careening towards the precipice, and she doesn't know if she can stop him. And then the legion loses their bargaining chip, and he orders the ambush on the contingent - and she lunges at him and wrestles him to the ground. She can't take this anymore. She could easily write him - and Garlemald - off here. His neck is within her grasp. But instead she practically screams into his ear that "you're better than this!" And the force of those words put a halt to the ambush, and she goes on, furiously blaming the imperial ideals that brought them here - "those ideals don't give a damn about you and you deserve better!" That's the realization she had so many years ago, and she tries with all her might to impress it upon the friend she knew and loved.
Everything else kinda plays out as usual from the MSQ: Lucia gives Quintus the Xth Legion's message, and Quintus releases the Ist from their duty. But on the fringes of the camp, having all this thrown in his face is too much for Jullus and Mia.
And Ellie awkwardly comforts them both as best she can as they sink into each other and weep for everything they've lost - though there might be the small hope that, with things the way they are now, they might be able to start patching that friendship back together.
#oc loreposting#garlemald#my ocs: mia longhart#jullus pyr norbanus#long post#listen endwalker was. startlingly good to me in terms of serving worldbuilding that dovetailed perfectly with the backstories i was writing#i have Too Many Thoughts about garlemald in 6.0 and what it meant for my garlean wol#...so thanks again my friend for giving me the chance to ramble about how some of it plays out :3
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Would Terry have casting couches for people that want to apply to Dynatox?
I think he has 'casting couches' for all positions.
If not in the literal sense, where a future employee is coerced or encouraged to go above and beyond their boundaries and preform sexually to appease him, then in every other sense; casting couches that test how far someone is willing to go. How much someone is willing to lie if he asked it of them. How vociferously someone is willing to backstab, to manipulate, to do violence unto others, to cross every moral boundary for a paycheck (or the mere promise of one, like that guy in the nightclub who got his nose busted up), to what degree someone is apt to selling themselves; I get the impression the casting couch isn't exclusively sexual for Terry Silver. In fact --- far from. It can also be a test to see what someone's willing to do for him, basically, if push came to shove. Or if he simply asked them to. Ordered it. Nobody needs to take off their pants. Nobody needs to get on their knees for him. Not necessarily. What happened between him and Mike Barnes, that first meeting, where Terry Silver was naked in the tub negotiating and conducting a job interview was a form of a casting couch in my opinion, where Mike told him precisely everything he needed to know and effectively sold himself for phantom percentages he never even got in the end. Hey, someone like Shannon would probably get the casting couch treatment in the very literal sense or at least that's the impression I got when Terry Silver tried to offer her a 'job', possibly to anger (and humiliate) Johnny Lawrence. He sees an opportunity, he sees a person, and adapts himself to a situation and their character.
The whole world is a casting couch. People will come to him offering up bits and pieces of themselves accordingly and it isn't always their private parts and their holes they serve up on a silver platter. Sometimes it's their fists, their cooperation, their conscience, their hearts, their souls and their minds.
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stef says hope please help him with some magic
color her intrigued ! tender hearted smile slowly takes over freckled face , eyes crinkling with joy . she has always been incredibly in tune with her magic , even in infancy ... even in the aftermath of triggered lycanthropy curse and dying to be reborn a vampire . she would take any opportunity to help teach that which had been passed down to her : be it from her aunt freya , davina , vincent ... even THE GRIMOIRES OF ESTHER AND DAHLIA had served as useful though dangerous teachings . if she could pass even a kernel of the knowledge , she would jump at the chance . here it is , being handed to her on a silver platter ! " of course , stefan ! " hands clasp firmly against one another in the wake of enthusiasm . " alright , well , magic is power , given by earth and our ancestors ... " she begins , searching for anything nearby she wouldn't miss . hope quickly snatched her notebook , tearing out a page with inhuman speed : blink and you're liable to miss it ! " and power , " she continues , holding it out towards him . " ... is nothing without intent . let's start with a basic fire spell . you just focus your intent on what you want to happen ; so , think about how you want the paper to burn , picture how it looks , sounds , smells and then you just ... " a beat , and focus shifts to the paper in her hand . " incendia , " incantation whispered , and the sheet begins to burn . she then makes the fire stop abruptly as if it was never there in the first place . " now you try . . . "
#salvatoraes#☾ 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐒 𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐈 * ... / in character .#☾ 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐒 𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐈 * ... / answer .#☾ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 * ... / main .#omg i'm in love with this already
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I honestly don't like the 'Snape knew about Peter and didn't say anything' headcanon because Snape totally would have told if he knew that. Yes, he wanted James to die, but he wanted Lily to live. Not telling would have put Lily in danger.
Also, it's indicated by the text that Voldemort basically came to Peter and intimidated him into betraying the Potters, rather than actually accepting him into the ranks-Peter-when justifying himself-was going on and on about how powerful Voldemort is, how he went around hurting people...
I totally agree, it’s actually such a ridiculous headcanon because we plainly see Snape exchanging his loyalty to Dumbledore in order to protect the Potters, and we see Snape being loyal to Dumbledore till his last dying breath. Even if Snape was an incel who was ridiculously obsessed with Lily… not revealing information about Peter would result in her death and Snape clearly doesn’t want that, no matter what he feels for Lily (or James).
Peter had been spying on the Order for about a year before he officially revealed the location of the Potters, Dumbledore and the others had suspected that there was a traitor but didn’t know who it was. When the Secret Keeper had been switched, unbeknownst to Remus and Dumbledore, Voldemort saw the opportunity practically being served to him on a silver platter.
And in GoF, Karkaroff quite literally stated that Voldemort had kept the identities of DEs hidden for security reasons. Of course he would keep the identity of his only spy from the Order secret from the others, Voldy’s many things but he’s not stupid.
#anti snaters#y’all are so absurd 😭😭#severus snape#pro snape#pro severus snape#snape#harry potter#hp#ask#asks
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I think growing on twitch in general is really difficult BUT also like, very easy if you already have an audience and know what to do. It is by nature almost impossible to grow on that website if you don't collaborate with other people because the discoverability to completely new viewers is just dogshit. Nobody is scrolling through endless categories trying to find a new small streamer, everyone just watches who they like and then branches out from there (or comes over from like, yt or something but that's beside the point), that's why stuff like among us was so huge for literally everyone bc it kickstarted an era of collaboration on twitch that lead to so much growth bc people were checking out new streamers all the time. So for that to work you need to above all have good connections and stream with other, bigger streamers, you need to make a good impression on those people's streams, be live at good times, and you need to have interesting content and an accessible chat. If you've got those you're basically golden. The dsmp basically serves you the most difficult part, the opportunity for connections, on a silver platter, you just need to capitalize on it properly. Foolish did that, by being live all the time and therefore immediately available to stream with any of the bigger creators, then making friends with said creators, being live after so they could raid him and then doing his own original content to keep viewers sticking around. He has a very easy-going persona and his content and chat is very welcome and easy for new viewers to join in on, and that's how you grow. Michael did basically none of that. He didn't stream with people (which is basically already the end of it), he has a tendency (from what I've seen) to a more particular sense of humor, which can be hard to get used to, and his chat feels cliquey and not very welcome to new viewers, with in-jokes and older community members being treated differently to newer ones. Like, streaming and content creation in general is working your fucking ass off all the time so that when/if you get your one golden opportunity you can capitalize on it, and then you have to work hard again to do that, to milk that stroke of luck for everything it's worth. He just,,, didn't do that.
the ‘michael’s stream feels unfriendly to new viewers’ thing has been brought up several times by my anons now and like… how do you fumble the bag that hard why are people acting elitist about a 0k andy???
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What do you think yandery sal and Larry would do if there fem S.O tide themselves to the bed and told them to do whatever they wanted.
Double Trouble and their tied up Fem!S/O-
(NS/FW warnings under the cut)
(CW: SalxAFAB readerxLarry, bondage, group sex, slight degradation/teasing, unsanitary, double penetration, oral sex, anal sex...- this thing is long and gets LEWD (but also wholesome) enjoy~ 💕💦)
It took a moment for the whole scene to sink in for Sal and Larry: their girlfriend, [y/n], greeting the pair sheepishly as she laid on her back, already naked and tied to the bedposts. She explained that she was basically serving herself up on a silver platter for the ravenous pair to feast, and the two were quickly in agreement that this was not an opportunity to be wasted. On the contrary, it was one that should certainly be savored...
Safewords had been discussed between all parties much before this. It wasn't at all unusual for their lovemaking to take a kinky turn, and while pain and degradation could come into play, the last thing the boys wanted to do was cause their darling any harm. They knew what she enjoyed, what her weak spots were, her hard limits and how far she liked to be pushed, so there was no need for a lengthy discussion before the two approached.
[Y/n] had expected (or at least hoped for) them to go right into fucking her senseless- she had showered, set out their small toy collection on the nightstand for easy access and tied herself securely to the bed before her partners had gotten home. She had been lying there for a good half an hour since, her anticipation building as her mind wandered, wondering what exactly would be done to her when she was found... She was already plenty wet, and the boys were quick to start making comments about the whole scene.
"Wow [y/n], the sheets already have a spot- how long have you been waiting for us to come home," Sal wondered aloud.
"And what have you been thinking about us doing, exactly? You have like, every toy we own out. Well, except for- oh..."
Larry had nudged her thighs open a little to get a better look at how aroused she already was, and found that the plug that was absent from the lineup of toys was already in place- [y/n] had meant it when she had told them she was ready for anything upon her discovery, and her partners exchanged a mischievous glance before they settled in on either side of her.
They began speaking into her ears in low voices, playfully teasing and scolding her for being so unabashedly debaucherous. They ran their hands lightly up her arms, down her neck, over her torso and thighs, making a point to avoid touching her more sensitive areas, despite her quiet whimpers meant to urge them to do otherwise. She had gotten herself so excited before they'd even walked in the door, and she was already getting impatient.
"What's wrong, [y/n]? Are you that desperate for us to take advantage of you already," Larry asked with mock-surprise.
"Heh," Sal chuckled, joining Larry in his taunting, "what if we don't feel like it, though? What if we just wanna watch you lie here and squirm...?"
Her whimpering gave way into quiet begging as they continued their teasing- nibbling and licking her ears and neck and gently pinching her nipples as she began to writhe, leaning into their torturously light touches. It was exactly what they wanted, to see her resolve crumble, hear her breathy voice demand exactly what she had been fantasizing about, her carnal need overshadowing any shame that was holding her back from seeking honest satisfaction. Larry and Sal were happy to oblige her... once the string of thoughts she was moaning became explicit and desperate enough.
"Please! Please, touch me already... fuck me- both of you, please, don't tease me anymore, I need it! Please...!!" She was straining against the ropes she had tied to her own wrists, tempted to undo the knots and take care of business herself, if her partners insisted on torturing her for much longer.
Sal is the first to indulge her, tracing two fingers over her clit and slowly dipping them inside her. She gasped and bucked against his hand, seeking to increase the friction, but he kept his pace even and slow.
"Aw dude, you're fingering her already? She could have handled at least a couple more minutes..."
"I know, but look at her, Larry! And she did say, 'please...'. I think we can at least help take the edge off a little."
"Heh. You're too nice for your own good sometimes, Sally..."
Despite what he said, Larrys hand trailed down to join Sals, also inserting two digits and enjoying the resulting look on [y/n]s face, her eyes growing wide as she watched the two finger-fuck her.
"Ooohh..."
"How’s that, [y/n]," Her opinion was pretty obvious, but Sal always liked to hear her say it out loud.
"Ugh, it's so good...! But I... I want more. Can you...?"
They both knew that she was about to ask them to fuck her properly, but they didn't see any need to rush into that- they wanted to take their time (and make her see stars) before they started focusing on themselves.
The two started kissing down her body, Larry lingering at her breasts for a moment before joining Sal between her legs. They continued to pump their fingers into her pussy, picking up the pace as the two began making a grand and lewd display of kissing one another, occasionally glancing up at [y/n] to make sure she was still watching them. They spread her lips with their free hands and lowered their heads, sandwiching her clit between their tongues as they firmly slid them against each other. The low moans coming from their throats sent light vibrations across her sensitive nerves, and, having already been whipped into a frenzy from their prolonged foreplay, [y/n] reached her first climax quickly and suddenly. She let out a clipped yelp as her back arched of the mattress, and both men held her in place to keep her from wriggling away from their mouths as she rode out her orgasm.
Her body fell back to the bed, and her lovers observed her for a moment as she tried to regain her senses, licking their lips with hunger before they began shifting positions- They untied her limp wrists from the posts and folded them behind her back before retying the knot, which allowed the pair to maneuver her how they wished. [Y/n] was gingerly laid on top of Sal, her legs splayed and her cheek against his chest. He ran his fingers through her hair and down her back, and it felt so soothing, she felt she could have drifted off to sleep, had the click of a plastic bottle cap and the feeling of the mattress shifting under Larrys weight behind her not alerted her to his intentions.
She whined and jerked reflexively when she felt his fingers graze her ass and trail to the handle of the plug, only for him and Sal to grab her hips and put her back in position.
"Oh, no you don't...," Sal scolded.
"Where do you think you're going, [y/n]? You said we could do anything we wanted, riiight?"
"You're not backing out on us, are you? Such a tease..."
She knew they were only playing, that she could say 'yes, I take it back,' and she would be untied within seconds with no questions asked. She trusted both of them whole-heartedly, enough to leave herself completely at their mercy (if that wasn't evident by the position she had put herself in earlier). She knew they held her comfort above their own pleasure... which helped to calm the butterflies in her stomach and help her to relax once more.
"No, I... I want you to..."
"Hm? I can't quite hear you from back here..."
"I want you to!"
Sal tipped her jaw upward to face him.
"What do you want us to do, [y/n]? We want to hear you say it..."
She swallowed hard and her face flushed, knowing they wouldn't move forward without her asking (or, rather, pleading) for them to do so.
"I want you two... I want you both to fuck me. Right now...." She pouted. "Pleeease~?" She gave an inviting wiggle with her ass to punctuate the 'please,' and that was enough of an invitation for Larry and Sal to stop holding themselves back any longer.
Larry once again gripped the plug handle, ever-so-slowly pulling it from her body and setting it aside to be dealt with later. Sal continued to soothe her as Larry pressed his already-lubed cock against her and gently pushed forward, groaning as the ring of muscle gradually began to give way to him. The intrusion felt odd, but not unwelcomed, and she concentrated on staying relaxed until the shallow friction started to become increasingly pleasant. She began to rock lightly to meet his thrusts, grinding herself against Sal as she did so, but Larry slowed to a stand-still inside of her after a few moments.
"Ahh... why are you stopping?"
"Heh. Why? Are you starting to like it," Larry goaded her on. She could hear the smirk on his face.
She hid against Sals chest and nodded, hoping the silent admission would be enough for him to continue.
"Are you ready for more, then...?"
She knew what Sal was suggesting, and she once again nodded, her ears and cheeks burning with a bitter-sweet mixture of embarrassment and arousal. [Y/n] felt Sal slip his hand between them and position his thick cock between her slickened lips, but he pushed in only enough to ensure it would stay in place. Neither of them moved until she began to whine once more.
"C'mon guys, enough teasing already..!"
"What, you expect us to do all the work," Larry snorted.
"Yeah, you wanted this, right? Then show us just how much..."
She bit her lip and tentatively pushed backward onto both of them, moving as much as she could while still tied. The boys began rocking their hips in tandem with her, getting progressively deeper, until she was taking them both almost completely. Her eyes began rolling back as they all found a rhythm, the sounds of slapping flesh and their collective panting and moaning filling the room. All three quickly lost themselves in the act, in the mounting pleasure, in the intimacy and trust inherent in the moment. Sal had his arms wrapped around [y/n] as he thrusted into her, and Larry gripped her hips as he did the same, the two peppering kisses on whatever parts of her and each other that their mouths could reach. The kink and roleplay and power dynamic had slipped away at some point, [y/n] having worked her wrists free of the purposefully-loose knot so she could clutch her partners as tightly as they held her. The threesome had become just that- three people who cared deeply for one another, making love together in order to achieve their mutual gratification and a collective satisfaction of their desires.
It was unclear who came undone first, as it all seemed to blur together in one ecstatic crescendo, but the three ended up spent and lying in a sweaty pile on the bed. They slowly came down from their high and caught their breath, limbs tangled in a dazed effort to keep each other close. [Y/n] eventually let out a sigh and smiled widely.
"Ugh, that was awesome...~"
"Heh. Agreed," Sal nuzzled his cheek against the top of her head as he nodded.
"...you should tie yourself up more often, [y/n]," Larry suggested as he stared at the ceiling, still pretty spaced out.
"Eh, give me a few minutes... and maybe another shower..."
"Oh, are we going for round two," Larry suddenly perked up at the suggestion.
"I vote we order pizza first," Sal put his hand on his stomach. "I don't know about you, but I'm starving..."
"I could definitely eat."
"What, my pussy wasn't enough of a meal for you two?" [y/n] said with feigned indignation.
"It was tasty, but not very filling..." Sal admitted.
"Pfft ahaha..."
"Ehehe, that's fair... ah, I love you guys. So, so much...~" She squeezed Larry and Sal in a tight hug.
"We love you, too, [y/n]," 💕
"More than anything,"💕
"Mmm~," she gave them each a kiss and let her head fall back onto the pillow. "Ah... Okay, yeah, I'm feeling it. Let's talk toppings, boys...~"
#K.E.W.K. answers#K.E.W.K. writes#sorry steve#double trouble#larry johnson x reader#sal fisher x reader#sallary#y/n#romance#this was the oldest ask in mu inbox amd ot sat for so long it grew into a full-length fic oops lol#happy valentines day yall enjoy the spice uwu
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Zukka Podcast AU
oh look another AU, just what we needed
- you guys, probably
okay, so modern setting, obviously
they’re all in college
Sokka is taking some sort of communications class because he thought it would be an easy pass
but it turns out communication is about more than witty comments???
but he genuinely cares about his grades, and the teacher gives him an opportunity to get extra credit by starting some sort of student podcast
had gladly takes it
Zuko, on the other hand
he is a top student, but he keeps getting in trouble for having a bad attitude
he obviously has his issues, but he lets it out in... less than progressive ways
one day he mouths back at the wrong teacher
said teacher is close to Sokka’s communication teacher, and bam, there is Zuko’s punishment served on a silver platter
Sokka is stoked to meet his co-host!
Zuko would rather be anywhere else
they have to start at scratch tho, with the whole podcast thing
make up a concept, find a name...
Sokka has a thousand ideas, and even tho Zuko would rather die than admit it, but Sokka’s enthusiasm is slowly starting to rub off on him
they end up going with a very casual vibe, discuss stuff on campus, review classes, and if they actually get some listeners, read emails from them
they turn out to have a crazy good chemistry
surprise, surprise
but between Sokka’s up-beat attitude and quick wit and sarcasm, and Zuko’s more grumpy irony and sardonic humor, the relate to a lot of the student body
it doesn’t hurt that Ty Lee is pretty big on social media and shares their first published cast everywhere
but, a big part of their brand is that they’re anonymous to the general public
they totally have dorky ass nicknames
and try to alter their voices, but fail terribly
everyone who knows them irl can tell it’s them, but they both have small friend groups, so it’s all good for now
Zuko only hangs out with Azula, Mai and Ty Lee, and all they do is just be at the same place together, usually
sometimes it’s The Jasmine Dragon, sometimes it’s car rides, sometimes just their apartments
Sokka only really hangs out with the gaang, and they’re tight af
the real fun starts when the listeners and fans starts shipping them after some ~ tension ~ in the studio
and then they start trying to desperately find out who is behind the podcast
it basically becomes a big game of cat and mouse lmao
maybe I’ll write more but idk this just popped into my mind and I needed to write it out haha
#zukka#atla tag#modern atla#modern zukka#zuko#sokka#Zuko x sokka#sokka x zuko#avatar the last airbender#atla modern au#modern atla au#atla zukka#atla zuko#atla sokka
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First Sight
Plot: Just another day of waking up next to your boyfriend who uses you as a human pillow and loves to cuddle with you as much as he loves to fuck you.
Pairing: Taehyung x Reader
Genre: Fluff, Smut, One Shot
Wordcount: 4.4k
Content Warning: soft Tae will kill you, Tae is so so so deeply in love with Reader, a lot of praise, dirty talk, grinding, fingering (female receiving), cum eating, again a lot of praise, swearing, finger blowjob, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, rough sex, orgasm denial (kinda?), creampie
Author’s Note: This is my first time ever posting on Tumblr so please be gentle, also I want to say my native language is not english and I apologize if you’ll find any mistakes, enjoy:)
It is probably the more uncomfortable position you ever slept in, resting on your left side and covering the soft light of the lamp shade with the crook of your arm. Taehyung’s hands are holding you so tight that they almost make you sweat, his leg wrapped around yours and his head on your rib, face laid back and his hair against your skin warming you up even more. Half unconscious and half awaken your left hand reaches his head, stroking his hair in soft motions until that slowly and fully wakes you up. Taehyung’s hold tightense even more and his lips leave a wet kiss on your skin, the intimacy and the sweetness of the action are enough to make your heart skip a bit.
It is the most uncomfortable positions you probably ever slept in, held under his grip and being his human pillow without even the possibility to move, but you love it.
“Good morning, Sleeping Bear”
Taehyung leaves another kiss on your rib, eyes still shut and body still imprisoning yours.
"Good morning, Belle”
God, his voice in the morning is something else. Husky, so low and deep you feel the need to gulp even though your smiling for the nickname he called you with, your love for books had basically served it on a silver platter.
“We should wake up if we want to get there for eleven”
He groans against your skin, lightly shaking his head for as much as this position lets him.
"It’s too soon”
Realizing you have to check the time you sigh, wanting to stay in bed forever. Taehyung mistakes your action of stretching out to grab your phone and stills you in place.
“Please, just five more minutes” he murmurs.
“I wanted to check what time is it” you scoff at him and you feel his arms loosen a little bit, so you take the opportunity to finally grab your phone. It’s only seven, you could sleep for half an hour more, even though you don’t feel sleepy anymore. You end up stroking Taehyung’s soft hair with your right hand, while playing games on your phone as he pretends to fall asleep again. Truth is that he’s awake, but doesn’t want your actions to stop. He loves waking up next to you, loves the attention you give him in the morning, the way you always seem to make his first sight of the day brighter and cute, beautiful. And he does the same thing for you.
“Y/N” his voice is muffled against your skin.
“Yes?”
“Get off the phone” he murmurs. “I want to cuddle”
If you weren’t dead until now, well, this did the job. A big smile lights up your features, putting the phone back on your nightstand.
“Let me turn”
Taehyung loosens his grip and you fight against the sheets which make it almost impossible for you to face him, his chuckles filling your ears and making your heart shake. When you face him, you can’t help but smile.
“So beautiful” he cups your cheek with his hand, long, slender thumb slightly stroking your skin. The dark of his eyes has never been more addictive, you think, but you think this every time.
“With my sleepy face and my hair all messy?” you scoff.
Taehyung’s eyes scan all of your features, you’re cheeks reddening.
“Especially like this” he smiles. With the way his eyes are sparkling and the way his hands are back on your skin, holding your waist as if he wants to be nearer than humanly possible, it’s more than easy to see how much he loves you.
“My favorite sight” you crinkle your nose at him and he can’t help but place a soft kiss on it before resting on the pillow again. He makes your heart drop every time, it doesn’t matter how much you’ve been together.
“Kiss my lips” it almost sound like a prayer, with his eyes digging holes into yours and his husky tone, but you’re more than welcome to listen.
Leaving a soft peck is not the right answer because just when you’re about to ward off his hands cup your cheeks and push you against him one more time. His heart is beating as if it was the first time tasting you while you part your lips for him. You don’t even care if you still haven’t washed your teeth, finding your lips both to addictive to let go. His hands travel on your body, soft skin caressing yours giving you nothing but love. And damn, how much he does love you.
“I know where this is going” you say between kisses, fighting to breathe. Taehyung smiles against your lips.
“You know?” he leaves a new peck. “I think you’re just being a pervert” he scoffs making you wide your eyes at him.
“Alright” you say, kissing him again. “I’m gonna get up”
“No, no, no” he quickly tightens his grip around you, the corners of his lips falling down. “Stay with me, it’s too soon”
And you’re already giving up, letting him drag you on top of him, legs at his sides and forehead hovering over his.
“Don’t leave” he whispers, and it sounds as if it means more than that. One of those things that were never supposed to be heard, the ones you say to the other when he’s asleep.
“I’m not” you whisper back. The smile taking over his features makes you feel dizzy.
“You’re not?” you shake your head “It’s too soon” you quote, making him shake his head.
“You know it’s really not”
“I don’t care, it’s too soon to face whatever problem is standing outside of my door. I want to stay here.”
Taehyung’s eyes are sparking like snowflakes under the sun, and he takes some time to look at you, definitely the most beautiful sight he’ve ever seen. What you had just said apparently switched on something in him and he feels more sure than ever of his emotions. When you’re with him, the problems are nothings. You make him feel safe, sure that if he’s gonna fall you’re going to be the one who will go down and raise again with him.
“You’re my home” his baritone voice and his words are a poisoning drink for you, and you take it all in, his words melt every single part of your body, slowly killing you with their love.
“And you’re mine” and you mean it, sure as hell you mean it.
His lips are quick to find yours again, familiar kisses but each time so different from the lasts. His hands start roaming on your body again, tracing the side of your thighs and raising to your ass, lightly squeezing it and making you gasp. Taehyung smiles and his eyes never leave yours when he finds the hem on your shirt, slightly tossing it.
“How much time do we have?”
“I don’t care, just please...” you whine when he lightly nibs at your earlobe.
His lips are so addicting against your skin you’d like to feel them everywhere every second of every day. Taehyung’s tongue licks a stripe down your neck before re going through his path leaving wet kisses. When he finds your sweet place you’re nothing but a whining mess for him already, his lips sucking your skin leaving soft purple stains of worship as if you were his canvas.
“Please, what?” His low voice added to his actions his enough to make you soaked.
“Taehyung...” you gasp, his big hands cupping your breasts through the tank top, when he realizes you’re not wearing your bra he groans against your skin, pinching your nipples through the fabric.
“Please”
“What do you want me to do?”
He’s already hard, poking at your belly. And the way he looks down at you makes your breath stuck in your throat.
“Anything, just please do something”
No need to tell him twice, he steadies himself on his forearms before fully sitting on the bed to remove your tank top. The second it’s being tossed aside his lips are already painting wonders on you. His touch it’s like fire, his tongue is poison. There’s not a single part of him that doesn’t dare to kill you, you always end up standing on the border.
“Tae...” he nibs at your nipple before sucking it, sending shudders down your spine.
“You like it?” his fingers swirl the other around, making you close your eyes, your head tilted backwards. You let out a whine trying to answer but miserably fail.
“You’re so fucking beautiful like this”
His lips leave your nipple just to take in the other. He knows your body so well that he could make you come in a matter of seconds from now, but Taehyung loves to see you like this, he could never do it.
“Take off your shirt” it’s all you can say while his lips are still storming you, breath uneven. He leaves your skin just to do so, your touch immediately finding his abdomen and stroking him, your fingertips dancing on the ripples of his muscles. You start grinding on him in an attempt to find just a little bit of friction.
“Y/N” Taehyung groans, your panties are soaked and he can hear it when you move on top of him, they cling onto you so much it makes his heart skip a beat.
“Fuck, so wet for me already”
He can’t resist it, he needs to feel you. His hands stop you from moving by placing on your hips and in a second he’s tossing your underwear aside with his fingers. Glancing down only makes him hold his breath.
“You’re fucking dripping” he groans. His eyes can’t do anything else than watch the beautiful sight in front of him while he soaks his damps with your wetness, slowly starting to work on your clit.
“Oh, my...” you gasp, already wanting more. Taehyung licks his lips, just the way you’re standing over him is enough to send him crazy, let alone the way you’re already begging for more. “Please, Tae”
“You want me to fuck you with my fingers?”
“Please, yes” and as said so, he can’t do nothing else but listen. His middle finger makes his way in your hole, slowly filling you until your hilt, and the way you bite your lips makes Taehyung fucking pulsating under you, which leads to him stuffing you with a second finger without giving you time to adjust to the feeling. You gasp for air, clenching around him and making him hiss through his breath.
“So tight” his lips find your skin again, leaving sweet but passionate kisses along your collar bones while he waits for you to give him a hint to move. Fisting his dark locks you can’t do anything else but pant when you feel him moving his thumb on your clit.
“You ready?” his voice is so sexy that you could come only by listening to it.
A nod is the only answer that you can give without breaking apart as he starts to move inside you. The rhythm is slow and it makes your heart beat so loud that you can feel it in your ears. The lewd sound fills the room, your wetness makes it even louder.
“Look at me” he pleads, desperately searching for your eyes. The moment you lock your gaze with him Taehyung totally loses it. The fact that he’s the one making you feel this good sends him dizzy, the way you’re eyes are looking at his heavy-lidded, almost as if it is too much of an effort to keep them open, totally wrecks him apart. “God, you don’t even realize what you do to me”
His fingers shove faster, curling into you and making you arch your back, he takes the chance to cup your breast and play with your nipple, eyes still into yours.
“Tell me” you can’t even deny it, you want to hear it.
Taehyung’s breath gets stuck in his throat for a second taking another glance at you.
“You make me so fucking hard it hurts” he growls. “And you’re so tight it makes me want to bury my cock in your cunt and never leave it”
“Faster, Taehyung please” you beg moving your hips to meet his thrusts into you. Taehyung speeds up his movements even more, his long fingers seem to belong in your cunt, always hitting your g-spot and making you feel in heaven. His thumb increases his pressure on your clit and his movements are so fast right now that you feel like you could almost black out. His free hand comes behind your neck, your eyes lock with him again and the look you see on his face is priceless; dark eyes sparkling for you, lips parted and hanging agape, jaw only waiting for your lips to kiss it and messy hair. His irides are almost invisible for the way they have been swallowed by the pupils and the fact that they’re looking into you so deeply while his fingers are fucking you harshly is only making the knot in your stomach grow ticker. Gasping for air and trying not to moan out loud you end up biting your lips again.
“Kiss me, please”
His lips crush onto yours without a second of hesitation, swallowing your moans and reminding you how much he loves you, fingers shoving into you at an unbearable speed. With his lips on yours, his tongue tracing the inside of your mouth and dancing with yours, with his free hand cupping your cheek and his growls in your mouth you feel yourself closer.
“Taehyung I... I’m...” you whine, body writhing over his.
“Come all over my fingers, let me hear how much you’re enjoying this. I want to hear you”
You find yourself moaning out loud, squirming every second more, your thighs shaking.
“You’re so good”
“I can’t wait to fill you up Y/N, I’m going to fuck you so good, baby”
You close your eyes, ready to welcome the orgasm that is about to rush through you like a tsunami.
“I’m so fucking close” you’re writhing and Taehyung brings his other hand to your hip just to prevent you from falling on his legs. Bringing his mouth to your nipple again he sucks it in and pecks it when he lets go.
“You can do it, look at me.”
Your eyes meet his face, the sight of how he’s looking at you and the way the muscles of his shoulder are twitching is enough to finally release the knot in your stomach and your orgasm hits you so hard you almost black out while Taehyung keeps fucking his skilled fingers into your cunt to let you ride it. Your body shakes on his, your heavy breath fans on his face and when you let your head fall on his shoulder he can’t do anything else but squeeze you in his arms.
“You just killed me” you breath out, kissing his skin and resting your head. Taehyung giggles - the most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard - and runs his hand through your hair.
“You came so hard”
He brings his fingers to his lips, tasting your juices he lets out a strangled whine. “So sweet.”
Your cheeks heat up, no matter how many times he does that, your reaction will always be the same.
“You want a taste?” he asks, his thick voice still husky. Taehyung brings his fingers to your mouth with the intent of letting you taste yourself but he gulps harshly when your tongue takes a long stripe from his base to his pad, eyes locking with his. When you take his fingertip in your mouth and swirl your tongue around it all he wants to do is shove his cock in your cunt and make you feel good again for the second time, feel your walls clenching on him and making him even more sensible, let you know the effect you have on him.
“Y/N...” his voice is so low it makes you shudder as you take all of his long finger in your mouth, starting to suck it and hollowing your cheeks. His eyes never leave your face, and Taehyung finds his breath even more heavier than before, wishing it was his cock the one in your mouth. “I’m fucking pulsating”
“You want me to help you?”
Taking his finger out of your mouth just to speak, you leave soft pecks on his skin as you palm him through his sweat pants. He hisses and closes his eyes for a second, the view alone is enough to make you wish for a second orgasm.
“I want to shove my cock in your cunt so bad” he groans, opening his eyes. His words push you to move your fingers on him, amused by the way his eyes are basically begging you. Sometimes, times like this, you can’t believe the effect you have on him.
“I love you” you whisper, forehead touching his. Taehyung leans in to leave a soft peck on your lips but it turns out in a heavy make out, your hand leaving his cock just to grind on him for a second time. Taehyung moans out loud and you clench around nothing at the sound, not so used to hear him like this. His thick tone is the incarnation of sin.
“That was so fucking sexy” you smirk against his lips, your heart drops when his cheeks heat up just a little bit.
Your fingers hook under the belt of his sweat pants and you move to the side when he removes them with his boxers, smooth movements that only leave him naked for your eyes. His cock jumps up and you place yourself again on him, almost salivating at the sight of him so hard just for you. The head of his cock is red, split dropping with precum, only waiting for your walls to take him, and when he wraps his hand around his shaft and starts to stroke himself your mind stops working. The way he closes his eyes and lets out shaky breaths is killing you and as he finally looks at you and notices the way you’re staring at him he can’t help but smirk.
“I love you”
Cupping his cheeks with your hands and leaving new kisses on his lips as an answer for his sweet words you start moving on him again. His cock slides through your folds perfectly thanks to the way you’re soaked and you moan when his head pokes your clit.
“I love you so fucking much” his eyes are closed as he continues to rub himself against to you, words coming out as a strangled sentence. You know you can’t answer him now, the only thing that would come out of your mouth is a moan, so you simply kiss his face, his forehead, his nose, his lips, his chin. And when he opens his eyes again, Taehyung can’t help loving you more than just a second ago.
“Please...” you whine. Nodding, he lines up with your entrance, your hands find their place in his hair and you tug at them when his head make his way in you, stretching you out. Taehyung gasps at the feeling and slightly fills you up until your hilt, his cock his fucking throbbing as if it’s begging to release his sperm and you can feel it from inside of you.
He gives you some time to get used to the feeling, he knows you’re still sensible from your orgasm and the stretch of his mirth always seems to shock you, it happens every time. But he doesn’t care how much he has to wait for you to get used to it, he knows what comes next will only be ecstasy, and he fills the few seconds by leaving wet pecks on your neck, sucking at your sweet spot again.
When your hands stroke through his wavy locks and slightly tug at them, he knows he can begin to thrust into you. His hands grip at your hips as you wrap your legs around his waist, Taehyung takes a look at your face before finally moving. The first thrusts are so slow and passionate that you feel as if your heart is about to burst, his hands now cupping your buttocks and guiding your movements to help him. The way he holds his breath every time he hits your g-spot and the way he bites his lower lip has you clenching around him, and Taehyung’s hips stutter for a moment, his gaze locking with yours.
“Fuck, I love being inside you” he groans, your hands trail along his abdomen until they meet his shoulders and you slight push him, He lays on the bed, watching you as you hover over him. He loves being on top, but watching you fully over him as you bounce on his cock is a total different thing. Only the sight makes him throb again in your walls, and you place your hands on his chest to help you keep your balance as you start moving, his hips helping you.
One of his hands caresses your thigh and he lifts it until his thumb is teasing at your groin. Locking eyes with him, you find him licking his lips before his fingers start rubbing at your clit, fast and with enough pressure to make you clench around him one more time, his eyes shutting at the sensation of his cock being squeezed so tightly.
“Tae...” you whine. His gaze raises to your face again as his other hand helps you with your movements, pushing you even harder and deeper onto him, his chest fighting to breath properly.
“You like it? You like standing on my cock as I fuck you rough?” His thumb rubs faster against your clit, making you squirm and moan.
“Taehyung, please...”
He knows what you want, he knows but he wants to hear it.
“What are you begging for?”
“Harder, please, harder” you manage to let out, hand covering your mouth for preventing you from screaming. Taehyung wraps his hands around your back bringing you to his chest before he rolls over to give you what you asked for.
The moment he hovers over you and locks his dark eyes with yours you already know what’s coming. He thrusts into you, his cock filling you up perfectly and sending you dizzy. Every time he hits your g-spot you move a little bit on the bed, one of your hands fisting the sheets and the other blocking the sounds from escaping from your lips. Taehyung is dying on top of you, if only you knew at least half off the effect you have on him you’d be stuttered. Watching you like this is the only thing he wishes he gets to see for the rest of his life, having you like this, feeling you like this. Your hand is replaced by his lips, swallowing your moans again as he shoves his cock every time deeper into you, your legs wrap around his waist bringing him even closer.
“Please let me hear you, don’t hold back” it sounds like a prayer. His fingers meet your clit again as an incentive. The way he moves them so fucking fast and irregularly makes you squeeze him so hard you both end up moaning out loud, the knot in your stomach begging to burst out, his lips rushing back onto yours.
“Fuck, you’re perfect. So fucking perfect, I love you” he groans burying his face in the crook of your neck.
“I’m about to...” you whine, Taehyung nibs at your skin.
“Hold it, please. I want to come with you”
“I don’t think I- oh, please I can’t” writhing under him you try as best as you can not to let go and come but the way his cock is always perfectly hitting your g-spot and the way his fingers won’t leave your clit is fucking driving you nuts.
“Please, please. I want to feel you clench around me as I come. You’re so fucking tight around me”
His thrusts are becoming just a little more sloppy and you twitch around him another time as he pecks your lips.
“Three” Taehyung is totally wrecked by the way you’re squeezing him into you, lips agape and heavy-lidded eyes struggling to stay open just to watch into yours when you come.
“Two” he hisses, feeling his balls tightening and his cock throbbing desperately. You have tears in your eyes from trying to hold you orgasm.
“Look at me, Belle” he begs, the moment you lock eyes his cock twitches. “One”
“Taehyung...” you moan out of breath as your orgasm washes through you even harder than the previous one, your legs are shaking around him as he fucks you through it, your walls squeezing him so fucking tight he can’t even think to bear more.
“Fucking hell” he moans, his tick voice breaks as he comes and finally lets go. His cock twitches inside you and fills you up with his seed as you keep squeezing him for the way your climax is hitting you.
Taehyung lets himself fall limp on your body, the tip of his nose touching your jaw and his breath fanning your sweaty skin as you calm down. His mind is totally blank, overwhelmed by the way you make him feel, he wonders if it’s even possible to feel so head over heels for someone.
“I really love you” he whispers.
With him everything sounds as if it’s so damn important that you can’t ever underestimate it. Maybe it’s because he never says something if he doesn’t mean it, and you know that when he speaks it’s because he means whatever he’s going to say. Knowing him the words that just left his lips weigh even more for you.
“I love you too, Sleeping Bear.” You leave a kiss on his temple, Tehyung gives you one of his stunning boxy smiles that makes your heart flutter.
“And I was right, anyway,” he licks his lower lip glancing up at you from your collarbone, his smile reaching his eyes. “I knew this was coming.”
“That’st because you’re a pervert” he scoffs.
“Well, I learned a few things being with you” you smile. Taehyung happily sighs and wraps you in his arms tighter.
“What did I teach you, then?”
“I’m not answering you, I know where this is going too. We’ll be late” you mutter holding back a giggle. He snorts and closes his eyes, eyelashes tickling your skin.
“You’re too good at this.”
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Writing Roundup 2020
This is a writing reflection I’ve been doing for myself every year for the last four years. Its a positive boost to myself see how far I’ve come and look back on my progress for the past year and look forward to the new year.
Everyone is welcome to use this same format if they’d like to do the same!
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Stats:
Words written:
330,000, which is nearly half of all the words I’ve written on Ao3 in the last three years.
One Shots Posted (all fics plance unless otherwise stated):
In the Arms of the Ever(pink?) Tree (4463 words)
For the Plance Secret Santa exchange. Post s8 date/not date on a snowy moon. Love confession.
Birthday Treats (2129 words)
For Pidge’s birthday this year! Domestic family fluff, breakfast in bed, plance kids.
Begin Again (Together) (4805 words)
Canon divergence from before episode one! Pidge and Lance are established dating when alien intervention brings them to where they are supposed to be: with the Blue Lion. Just a brief look into what the AU would look like.
Common Ground (4521 words)
A treat for my friends who introduced me to Magic Knight Rayearth and pointed out some fun character parallels. There is this beautiful art Arya made to go with it because we’re all trash for both series. Plance meet up with Fuu and Ferio post series for both couples.
Bonded To You (1808 words)
For the Langstron Halloween Exchange! Established plance with a baby Lance is trying to keep safe from a witch who would take advantage of the child’s heritage.
It Tasted Good (6785 words)
Pikelavar for Pikelavar Month! The premise is crack, but it's mostly treated seriously. Pike ate the Jewel of Jitan by accident and doesn’t realize it until Haggar finds them. Meklavar gets Protective.
The Remainder of Days (3188 words)
Part of my Bad Things Happen Bingo. Fantasy AU where Pidge is a minor forest goddess and Lance is her neighbor mortal farmer.
I Love You a Lily More Each Day (3232 words)
Another of the Bad Things Happen Bingo. Canon compliant where Lance is undercover at a flower shop and knee deep in an illegal smuggling operation.
Lease on Life (4978 words)
This one was also part of Bad Things Happen Bingo and was an experiment. It’s POV of an oldest plance kid, canon verse. Her parents’ Paladin days come back to haunt them one night. Some cute family stuff too in there.
Ready to Dance (4135 words)
For the Valentine’s Day exchange! Post series. Lance tries to get back into the party scene and Pidge rescues him from a disastrous night.
Loopholes (5476 words)
Technically I didn’t write this fic this year, but a very kind reader asked if I would post this to Ao3, so it was my first fic of the year on Ao3. It’s Lotura! Originally a gift for a dear friend I’ve had since elementary school. It’s a fantasy AU where Lotor stumbles into Allura’s kingdom needing help.
Next to Me (7311 words)
Also for Bad Things Happen Bingo, this is probably one of my favorite fics of the year. This is the canon verse AU that went all wrong in s7, and Sendak succeeds in destroying Earth. Lance and Pidge end up not only his prisoners, but also two of the last humans in the universe. Ends open ended, but it became a series in the end!
Into Me (14248 words)
The sequel to the above fic. There are two versions, this and the one below. The title tells all. Lance and Pidge come to terms with their new life aboard Sendak’s flagship and do their best to keep the other comforted.
Into Me (non-explicit version) (7228 words)
Exactly the same as the fic above, only this one is SFW
Sunshine (3831 words)
A Bad Things Happen Bingo! One of my favorite concepts. Canon verse. Pidge gets sick while she and Lance are on a scientific mission.
Showoff (635 words)
A really short fic for a friend on their birthday, featuring their plance kids!
Respite of the Heart (4181 words)
A fic I have been wanting to write for a very long time. I love the concept of Pidge as a Disney Princess in the sense she has the forest guardian theme and all these animals love her. So there’s some play on that as the Paladins stop for lunch on their journey back to Earth in early s7. Lance comes to a realization and they have a chat surrounded by the animal friends. @anchoredtetherart did a phenomenal piece to accompany it. Please look at it in awe here.
The Hardest Part (3960 words)
For Bad Things Happen Bingo! An AU of the episode The Reunion where Pidge doesn’t return when she’s supposed to.
A Planned Sacrifice (4988 words)
Another Bad Things Happen Bingo. Canon verse. Pidge assumes that being a sacrifice for the ‘forest god’ is strictly ceremonial and at worst a wild animal. It’s actually Sendak, who no one has seen since Shiro shot him out of the Castle. He remembers Pidge and is far too pleased to see her again, tied up on a silver platter.
Almost Forgotten, but Not Gone (3946 words)
Bad Things Happen Bingo. AU sometime in s1 where Haxus isn’t as dead as Pidge thought.
Touch (7519 words)
Written for the Lance Goes Boom bang! It was inspired by @fenixseraph ‘s amazing art here! It’s a different take on The Way Forward, where Pidge and Lance are separated from the rest of the team and placed in their own cell. And the Red Lion causes issues.
Chaptered Fics started/added to:
Wolf In Thieves’ Clothing (4516 words)
An AU of The Castle of Cagliostro from Lupin the Third series. Lee, you have my thanks forever for making me watch this finally. Pidge is a literal princess whose kingdom is in the middle of an internal coup. Lance is a gentleman thief who rides with his best buds Hunk and Matt. Their paths are destined to cross again when Lance goes back to the castle he used to call home.
Game of Love (4593 words)
The most crack of the bunch. AU of Fall the of the Castle of Lions where Sendak and Haxus get away with it all. Pidge and Lance are prisoners on Haxus’ new ship, and Lance finds an opportunity for eventual escape when he learns that Haxus has a crush on his second in command. Operation matchmaker begins. (happy ending planned for all)
What Tides May Bring (20704 words)
Collab with the fantastic @anchoredtetherart for MerMay! Established plance as mermaids and guardians of their elements with adorable mer child. Then angst because they are all captured by a ‘research’ institute.
Seasons of Magic (16546 words)
I actually added a chapter this year! Ongoing collection of one-shots with mage Pidge who lives in the country and cultivates her plant magic and makes potions with the assistance of her dragon familiar, Lance. Mostly domestic fluff.
Too Soon and Not Soon Enough (11438 words)
Added another chapter this year to my Keith-centric AU. It’s basically VLD but five years early and they’re all literally child Paladins. Keith gets to meet Krolia earlier and its fun to go into tween friendships as they try and navigate the reality of their situation.
Seeds (48833 words)
Added a ton earlier this year. A collection of plance fics all or mostly under 500 words. All meant to be adopted by others if interest strikes. Covers many genres.
Chaptered Fics Finished:
Resolve to Fly (75799 words)
Written for the Pidge Angst Bang. My artist @alchemie0 did an outstanding job capturing the feel of the fic. Look at the art here! Canon verse AU where Pidge encounters Haxus, who has crashed on Earth. She helps him repair his ship in excitement and good faith, which he pays back by kidnapping her. For two years she survives as little more than a housepet on Sendak’s ship. Gen.
Who's Protecting Who? (28989 words)
Also technically not written this yeah, but posted. A collab with Hush waaaay back in 2018. It's a plance Altean AU with Pidge as distant royalty and Lance as a bodyguard.
A Dish Served Cold (21533 words)
Finally finished this one! Canon verse in which Pidge accidentally runs into Sendak on an isolated planet. Sendak takes advantage of this encounter and tries to return to the Empire with her in tow. Much Pidge whump. Gen
Reflections:
Best title
I still really really love Too Soon and Not Soon Enough (11438 words). Because it's too soon for the Paladins to be Paladins, and for Keith it's not nearly soon enough for Krolia to return. It just feels like it has a lot of heart to it. I hope I can keep it going, but my ideas are incredibly scattered for it.
Worst title
Touch (7519 words). Yeah it’s a play on ‘Don’t you touch her’ but it feels soooo dry.
Best/worst last line
Best: This was really, really hard choice this year, but ultimately, making up for the terrible title, its Touch (7519 words)
“It feels good to escape the ship with all of his teammates, secure in the knowledge that he has a way forward not just as a Paladin, but also with Pidge.”
- Not only did I manage to fit the title of the episode in there, it's got that hopeful tinge to it and reflects on personal growth both internally and with Pidge.
Worst: This one isn’t necessarily bad from Begin Again (Together) (4805 words), but it could be better. It didn’t get quite the epic sense I was hoping to pull from it.
“Okay,” he smirks, hand firmly on the throttle. “Operation save Earth starts now.”
Looking back, did you write more fics than you thought you would this year, less than you thought, or about what you predicted?
Definitely wrote way more. Even with posting two fic that are essentially the exact same, I still ended up writing nearly half of my total Ao3 word count this year. (330,000/670,000). Doing Bad Things Happen Bingo was a bit part of that - I was very inspired at the beginning of this year - but also there were many events I participated in (8 total!!) on top of my personal projects.
What’s your favorite story this year? Not the most popular, but the one that makes you the happiest.
A really hard decision this year, because there are several that make me really happy. I think oddly enough though, it’s Game of Love (4593 words) because of its potential and how much crack it is. It has such whacky rom-com energy to it but also that underlying angst of the situation I can fall back on. My favorite trope to explore is what happens to the characters when they’re captured. I just really enjoy the concept and the challenge to make such a concept believable with minimal suspension of belief.
Okay, NOW your most popular story.
Using kudos as my gauge (and not counting the chapter fics), the winner is:
Respite of the Heart (4181 words)
Not surprising because Ivy’s art is STUNNING.
Story most underappreciated by the universe?
I think that’s It Tasted Good (6785 words), the pikelavar fic. Pikelavar is underappreciated in general
Story that could have been better?
For all I was excited to write Sunshine (3831 words), it didn’t quite fall the way I had imagined in my mind. I don’t know if it was the structure or I was running out of steam or what. All i know is that I wanted more but all I could concentrate on was that scene where he’s caring for her in bed. Maybe I was just too ambitious.
Sexiest story?
No brainer it's Into Me (14248 words). Literally. Which really shocked me that it happened. Didn’t think I’d write any smut at all, let alone this year. This particular fic just kinda called out for it
Saddest story?
The prequel to the above fic: Next to Me (7311 words). How much more sad can you get than Earth being destroyed, being Sendak’s prisoners all while trying to tell each other ‘i love you’ without seeming weird because you’re the last humans in the universe.
Most fun?
I think it's Ready to Dance (4135 words). Just Valentine’s fluff and impromptu slow dancing in the park at night.
Story with single sweetest moment?
I’m picking What Tides May Bring (20704 words). Listen, mer Lance and mer Pidge playing with their mer baby in their domestic paradise is probably one of my favorite things I’ve ever written. Dad Lance has my heart.
Hardest story to write?
The last chapter of A Dish Served Cold (21533 words) was like pulling teeth. I’m pretty happy with it in the end but at the time man it was so hard.
Did you take any writing risks this year? What did you learn from them?
I wrote smut. It was...weird? But also strangely calming. I wrote more for another fic but it's still a WIP. I definitely need to be in the mood to write it.
Proudest Achievement:
The Pidge Angst Bang. Resolve to Fly (75799 words). Look at that word count. I only wanted something under 3k at first, so it was just going to be Pidge meeting Haxus. But by the time I finished that part it was already 10k. So even though I was going through a rough part of my life, I just kept going and it ended up being my therapy. I’m really proud of the fic and I love my artists’ pieces. It really lifted my spirits. (You should all really go check out the Ao3 collection of all the bang stories and art they are AMAZING you won’t regret. If you love Pidge angst they are all must reads.)
What are your fic writing goals for next year?
I’d like to finish my Bad Things Happen Bingo card and then focus on my current WIP, that includes the Seeds collection. There are days I still feel a bit overwhelmed, and I’m still trying to find a routine after moving. I’d like to do more events too, but I think I need to be more selective about which ones I do. I don’t want to burn myself out.
Apart from that, I’d really like to try and give back to the community more. I’d like to start consciously writing fics for others without an event to go by.
Past Years:
2017
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My Personal Predictions For Radiant Volume 15
1. Marshal Alto Bellarmin will die:
Volume 14 ends on one hell of a cliff hanger with the parade being hijacked by Domitors and Dragunov, Shoan, and Alcille being left to defend both the Marshal of the Inquisition and the King of Bome.
With Bellarmin’s mental capabilities a husk of what they used to be, and Ullmina out to get rid of him and Bome’s king via leaving them to the wolves, it seems the only way Bellarmin can push the story forward is through his death; pushing a deeper divide between the Inquisition and Bome, giving General Torque more free space to push his agenda, and to motivate King Herkles to tell their shared story. (Let’s face it; if Bellarmin can’t even tell the difference between a promotion and a birthday, I don’t think he’d be up to the task of shedding light on the Inquisition’s past like Herkles could.)
2. Diabal’s liberated in more ways than one.
Diabal is all but on a silver platter for liberation; with his convenient placement within the parade and Seth’s newfound ability to stealth himself and potentially others in the Sidh, all he needs is one little nudge from Seth to not only escape his prison but finally stop Piodon from tailing him once and for all.
All we can do after volume 15 is hope it stays that way.
3. Verone will have a crisis in faith.
They say that the best way to change a bigot’s mindset is for them to spend time with the source of their prejudice so they can see them as they truly are. And what time could be more ideal for Verone to learn this lesson than the next volume?
The attack on the parade is ideal for Doc to not only reveal his status as an infected for all the Inquisition to see, but show off his newfound willingness to fight to defend his friends. And after spending the entire day interacting with Doc, not as the enemy shown in propaganda, but as a person and a friend, I have no doubt this will lead to some value shock for Verone.
I also believe that Ullmina’s actions will only add fuel to the fire with the woman’s increasingly immora behavior in the name of the Inquisition.
This is not to say that his prejudice will disappear all in one volume, (that would be way too rushed!) but it will plant the seed towards dismantling his internalized prejudice.
4. Ullmina is on her way to a mental break down.
Ullmina has never been....stable. Killing multiple comrades for the slightest annoyances, pervertedly obssessing over the dark arts to the point of viewing Seth like a drug she needs a fix of, and her latest stunt of throwing her supposed comrades to the wolves in exchange for a little more leg room for the Inquisition......Honestly at this point the woman might as well get a big light up sign over her head labeled ‘DANGER’.
It’s only downhill from here and she’s taking Verone’s faith in the Inquisition, Dragunov’s hand, and likely plenty of lives with her.
A little something I’d like to point out before we continue:
Remember this moment when Ullmina seemingly lost her shit over Seth again and broke Dragunov’s hand in the process? Yeah, I don’t think this was just an impulsive heat of the moment thing.
If you pay attention, you’ll notice that she broke the hand Dragunov uses to pull back his bow string. She broke his hand specifically so he couldn’t use his bow and fight properly against the Domitors. Everything she’s done in the last volume was 100% premeditated.
5. The parade attack was either anticipated or an inside job.
Now here’s a theory for the whole Bome Arc:
It’s pretty obvious why the Inquisition would want Bellarmin, Herkles, and Dragunov gone. Bellarmin is in no state to lead himself let alone a milita, Herkles has a firm grip on Bome and the Inquisition’s funding; he’s already fed up with the Inquisition so it’ll only take one wrong slight against Herkles to set the Inquisition back financially and politically, and the only thing about Dragunov that hasn’t flipped from the Inquisition’s image of an ideal soldier is his desire to protect the innocent and even that’s causing them trouble.
The question is: how would the Inquisition randomly get such an ideal opportunity to get rid of all three in one swoop without ever dirtying their hands? Answer: it wasn’t random, not by a long shot.
Ullmina broke the hand Dragunov needed to defend himself, she assigned him to the Royal Convoy, she cast the Convoy as far from the rest of the parade as possible; basically she served them up on a silver platter. Why would she do any of this unless she knew the Domitors would attack the night of the parade?
But wait, there’s more: The whole point of the war against Cyfandir was to paint the sorcerer’s in a bad light, right? The Barons said it, Santori said it, Mordred confirmed it, hell, they let thousands of their own men die in the first wave of attack. Outside of giving Ullmina ammunition for her Miracle, how much you do you want to bet the Inquisition used the death toll to justify their hatred of sorcerers? How much do you want to bet those dead soldiers had families from all over Pharenos who are going to be told their loved ones were killed by the ‘vicious sorcerers’?
What if the attack on the parade is no different? What if Torque gathered all the Generals across Pharenos just so they could witness this attack right before their meeting so he could soften them up before suggesting something drastic like the enslavement of the infected or even his promotion to Marshal?
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I think I realized why I don't really click with most of the heroes aside from bakugou and yes even endeavor. It's becoming almost strange to me how aside from those 2 none of the heroes have any negative internal flaws. And not just self esteem issues. Deku is a good kid but does it seem like aside from confidence issues he doesn't really have "flaws"? How many times deku has struggled internally vs externally?
^^^^ YOU GET IT
see, this is exactly why I relate to the lov a lot more. The villains are a lot more developed than the heroes. They have depth, sympathetic motives and fully flashed out goals and motivators. Plus we actually see them strive on screen to get every single bit of character development. We saw Shigaraki and the rest training for a month to get a so called “power up”. We saw the lov lose one trusted comrade and friend and grow emotionally from that loss, strengthening bonds and creating goals. We saw them struggle and be challenged constantly by other villains, and we saw their motivations being prodded at every turn, confronted against harsh facts and horrible tests, until they grew to polish them, and became stronger for it.
Meanwhile, the heroes never got as much.
Most of them are terribly underdeveloped. We don’t know what makes them tick, we aren’t given their internal narration, and we don’t know what’s the motivator to become heroes in the first place aside from wanting to be cool or a vague desire to do good.
Like, I know I’ve been salting about Deku lately, but consider this: he’s the main character and he’s less developed than most secondary ones.
For one, Deku’s never challenged in his beliefs. Two hundreds and counting chapters in the story, and there’s barely any growth since chapter 1. None of which is emotional. His goal remained the same as chapter one. He wants to save people with a smile. What does that mean exactly, to him specifically??? Would he save Shigaraki too? Or does saving people only entail saving the good eggs, like Twice implied? Would he trust Gran Torino’s judgement or have his own opinions?? Yeah, okay, I get it. He’s the “good” hero. But where’s my reason to find him compelling? Where’s his strife? Why do power ups simply get handed to him, while I have to watch Shigaraki subject himself to torture for months on end in order to even stay on the playing field?
None of Deku’s growth is emotional. He is too naive and has too much blind faith in heroes to see the flaws of hero society. But that would be okay if he was challenged to see them. But he’s not. It would be okay if his blind faith was put to the test. But it’s not.
That’s the first major reason why as a MC he falls flat for me. The other one is that he’s not allowed to have depth. For one, what are supposed to be his flaws never get addressed as such in the narration, but instead praised as heroic traits. He literally always brutalizes his own body because he thinks it’s okay to be the one who gets hurt as long as he saves others. That’s basically a self-harm mentality. Yet he always gets narrative praise for it. Sure, he gets scolded and the fact that he breaks bones is always brought up as an inside joke. But he doesn’t actually get any consequences for it, because the narrative excuses his flaws instead of pointing them out and dishing out narrative punishment. He always gets what he wants. Kouta’s admiration. Getting to stay at UA. Praise for saving Eri. Praise for changing the future. No one actually holds him accountable for breaking rules, for nearly dying, for doing what the fuck he wants.
Secondly... He used to be quirkless, but Hori denied him of the chance of having any emotional growth thanks to it. Times and times again, he gets faced with opponents that serve the opportunity to relate to them on a silver platter, and yet he’s forbidden from telling them he understands. What does his past quirklessness mean to him? By denying him the chance to have feelings and thoughts about it, Hori is basically denying him complexity. His past quirklessness then becomes just an obstacle in his goal to become the best hero out there, instead of being the added plus that most heroes don’t have. A plus that would give him empathy and a basis to reflect critically about the society all around him.
so yeah, anon, I understand where you’re coming from. I love some of the kids, yeah, but most of them are kinda meh. Especially when compared to the villains.
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𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨
→ 𝘔𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳
(In honor of that ur+ card that won’t be coming home)
♡ 𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: Mammon loses a bet with (MC) and is forced to dress up as a bunny butler for a day
♡ 𝘎𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: Fluff
♡ 𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 2.0k
♡ 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴 𝘶𝘱: f!reader
It all started with what was supposed to be a small, harmless bet. And that’s exactly what it was, but to Mammon, it was just another tactic for his brothers to exploit him. I mean, come on, a bet to not steal something for a single day? Ha, what a sick joke. He is the Avatar of Greed, that bet was practically impossible for him to win. When there’s an opportunity to make money, his body acts before his brain could process what was going on (his brothers would often argue that he couldn’t think at all). There would be this indescribable desire when he thought up of some money-making scheme, a burning sensation that would physically hurt to resist, a feeling of greed. It was almost as if Mammon’s body was manufactured to respond and act correspondingly whenever he felt the slightest desire to want something, one of the many reasons he couldn’t stop stealing. He just needed to get his grubby hands on some cash.
“Do I really gotta do this?” There was a slight annoyance to his voice, but it was very clear that Mammon was more embarrassed than anything. The way he averted his eyes, the slight pink that colored his cheeks, and the small shuffle he did was more than enough blackmail material. Ugh, and his brothers were all teasing and recording this moment. He was the second eldest dammit! Where was the respect?
“Come on, you lost the bet,” Asmodeus sang, finishing up the touches on Mammon’s outfit. “You’re such an idiot. You made the bet with (MC) knowing that you wouldn’t be able to resist.” Mammon scoffed and crossed his arms. The only reason he agreed to the bet in the first place-besides the fact that (MC) suggested it-was because the reward was tempting. If he had won, Mammon would’ve been treated to a special kiss from (MC) plus a few hundred Grimm that (MC) had laying around her room somewhere, but the latter was of lesser value. How could he say no when he would receive a kiss from his human?
“I never thought I’d see the day,” he heard Lucifer mutter quietly to himself, seeming to enjoy this occasion a bit too much. That sadist.
“Aw, don’t be shy Mammon,” (MC) chimed, a sweet smile gracing her features. “You look great in that suit. No wonder you’re a top model!” Although she sounded so sweet and kind, there was a slight mischievous undertone. Ah, so she was enjoying this just as much as his brothers. “You’re pulling off the bunny butler just perfectly.” (MC) then proceeded to stroke the little fluffy tail that came with the outfit, an action that just made Mammon blush harder. His not-so-secret crush was so close to him, how could he keep his cool?
“Ha, your face is so red,” Leviathan commented, quickly snapping a photo followed by a small ‘ding’ from everyone’s phones. Great, he had just sent that photo to everyone. Mammon was sure to become the laughingstock for the next few centuries.
“I’m slightly amused that you chose for him to dress up in such a provocative manner,” Satan grinned, hand on his chin as he seemed to analyze Mammon. “It’s rather fitting for him, actually.”
“Yep, I thought it’d be fun. A nice change of pace, ya know?” (MC) giggled after her response and proceeded to fix the lopsided bunny ears. Mammon’s heart broke ever so slightly, a bit sad at the fact that (MC) seemed to be teaming up with her brothers in tormenting Mammon. She could’ve chosen any other punishment, but nope, (MC) just had to choose Mammon dressing up as a bunny butler.
“How long do I haveta keep this on?” There was an imminent scowl on his face as Mammon played with the silver rings on his ring and middle finger. This was so embarrassing.
“Hm, how about the whole day? You gotta be my butler after all.” The cheeky grin that followed made Mammon a bit irritated, and he had a sudden urge to slap her, not that he would ever dare to lay a hand on (MC). It was all metaphorical talk.
“You already have a pact with me. What’s the point?”
“It’s kinda amusing seeing you dress up.” There was no malice in her voice, but the words stung a bit nonetheless. Here Mammon was thinking that (MC) was different from the rest of his brothers, but nope. She loved to tease him just as much as the next guy. At least her teasing was a lot more toned down compared to others he was used to.
Alas, the preparations were soon finished, and Mammon was sporting a rather seductive, if you will, look. The bunny ears and tail added a bit of cuteness to his outfit, but the form-fitting white shirt and yellow-accented black vest along with black pants and small black bow from behind his neck upped his sex appeal. He looked like one of those handsome casino workers that everyone couldn’t help but stare at. The attention may have been a bit much, but of course, Mammon didn’t mind it at all. The attention satisfied his greedy nature a bit, so perhaps losing the bet wasn’t all that bad.
Soon enough, everyone went their separate ways, all except for Mammon who was stuck following (MC). She was, shockingly, pretty lenient and didn’t order him around too much, besides the occasional run to the kitchen to go fetch a drink, which she ordered to be served on a silver platter to add a bit to the roleplay.
“Ah, it’s nice to have my own personal butler for a bit,” (MC) sighed, sounding a bit too content. She was currently sprawled out on her bed, watching some video from Deviltube while Mammon stood near the dusty table that lay in the back. Her room was basically used for storage before (MC) was considered for the exchange program, so there were tiny knick-knacks and the like lying around. (MC) seemed to be enjoying herself, which pleased Mammon. He wanted nothing more than for her to be happy, even if it came at the cost of his dignity.
As much as Mammon loved (MC), he couldn’t deny that he didn’t feel all too comfortable in his current outfit. Sure, he was a model, but none of the other demons ever caught his attention, so it wasn’t as if he was embarrassed to dress rather alluringly. (MC), on the other hand, well, she was special, and Mammon grew so shy around her. He wasn’t the type to be straightforward with his feelings and show off when he found someone he liked, so his current predicament was not in his favor. But this was (MC), so he would have to suck it up and deal with it. He should be used to it by now.
(MC) caught on to his rather tense figure and motioned for him to come and sit beside her on the bed, sitting up and making room for him. When he came over, she immediately snuggled into him and wrapped the two of them with the blanket that lay on her bed, as if the two were already an established couple. This action made Mammon blush and tense up even more. Being so close to his crush was obviously a dream come true, but hell, Mammon basically blanked out whenever he and (MC) shared a touch. It was as if his body shut down at that moment, processing nothing but the percieved contact. He wasn’t headstrong, as much as he kept up that act. (MC) noticed how he couldn’t relax and frowned a bit, straightening up in order to face Mammon.
“You know, if you feel uncomfortable I can just call off the bet.” Now, Mammon was a bit shocked to hear this. I mean, just a few moments ago he was pondering on whether or not (MC) had teamed up with his brothers in an attempt to further humiliate him, yet here he was, being proven wrong yet again. How was (MC) not an angel at this point? She sure had the heart of one.
“N-No, it’s fine.” His words came out a bit jumbled, and Mammon averted his eyes so as to avoid (MC). Oh how she was just so adorable. “You won fair an’ square, and besides, the Great Mammon doesn’t need any pity ya know.” As hard as he tried to make it seem like he didn’t care, it was so clear that Mammon would love to get out of this fit. I mean, unless (MC) begged for him to stay in it and perhaps confessed her undying love, but who knows. The fact of the matter is that Mammon wasn’t confident, a bit shocking coming from such a high-end model. It wasn’t as if he had a problem with the outfit itself, more so that he wasn’t sure if (MC) found joy in seeing him flustered. It all boiled down to (MC)’s feelings about him.
“It’s just that, I love you, and I’d never want to make you do something that you’re not comfortable doing.” Immediately upon hearing this sentence, the both of them froze. While (MC) was freaking out over the fact that she just mindlessly confessed to Mammon, the flustered demon was trying to process the fact that she just reciprocated his feelings. Was this a part of the bet? He wasn’t aware of this bit of the deal then. Either way, it felt good to hear that coming from her. If this was some cruel prank, would he be able to freeze time and live in this moment? All he wanted was to feel loved for a few mere seconds.
“Do you, ya know,” he rubbed the back of his neck while trying to find a way to say what he wanted to say without sounding too awkward. “Do ya mean it?” (MC) seemed to pause for a few seconds, the faintest of blush coloring her cheeks. She nodded though, smiling a bit which immediately made Mammon’s heart beat faster. There it was, the answer he had been waiting for all this time.
Whether it was in the heat of the moment or not, Mammon’s body acted before he could even think, and before long, he had connected his lips with (MC)’s in a rather heated kiss. He wasn’t even thinking in the moment of what he had just done, just pleased with the fact that he could finally kiss (MC) after all this time. She had felt the same way as him, and nothing would make him happier. He was always greedy for her affection, her touch, and at long last, Mammon could finally fulfill those desires.
“You’re so desperate,” she teased once they pulled away, looking away as to hide the prominent blush that had festered. There was a slight smirk however, as if she had just gotten the brightest of ideas. Mammon raised a brow at this, excited to say the least for what devious plan she had in mind this time. “Hm, is that all this bunny can do?” Ah, she was using the bet to her advantage, not that Mammon minded in the least bit. Oh no, he in fact quite enjoyed that devious tone and those lust-filled eyes. Now, he was no avatar of lust, but Mammon was still a demon, one of the princes of hell mind you. He often got worked up at times too.
A smirk played on his lips. Oh ho ho, Mammon was just getting started. Gone were the days of his shy lovestruck self. Whether it was the passion and intensity of the atmosphere or not, Mammon grew more confident with each passing second, abandoning that shy side of his for this moment. Before long, he connected their lips once again, the two of them falling onto the bed. He had imagined this exact moment countless times, growing a bit more restless each time Mammon was trapped in his daydream. But now, he was able to make this dream a reality. He was going to savor every moment. This was one bet he was rather proud of losing.
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