#the perfect fixit

[ashes-in-a-jar]

Time travel fixits but it's Jonah going back, realizing the Eye would make him the permanent king of the ruined world only if he becomes the Archivist and gets marked himself by all of the Fears.

Cue Jonah getting himself purposely beat up by every avatar he can find, getting himself tortured and traumatized, only to slowly gain empathy through Character Development and realize he doesn't want to end the world because that would only amplify the pain

Meanwhile Jon is fine and he stays in research and has a nice meet cute with Martin and they adopt a cat together and are happy

[bonefall]

So, your Clear Sky post is absolutely horrifying, but it was very needed, so thank you. What are your general thoughts on tackling his abuse for the AU? Like you've said, pretending he's a good guy is not the way to go, but are you planning on toning down *some* of the situations, just to give some of the cats a break? Clear Sky is a very realistic depiction of abusers, but that seems to come across even without victim number 25, yknow? I'm very curious about how you'd like to go about this.

My most recent big change was bringing Slash back into the fold, because I realized that it was actually a disservice to not address where DOTC's themes dip into Colonialism. It's a hard topic, and I'm still trying to work out the details, but I realized it was important.

With how BB!DOTC is such a MASSIVE overhaul, to properly address abuse and the ways it impacts you, ableism and its violence, and xenophobia broadly, a huge reworking of Slash belonged here too. He's one of the greatest examples of how badly WC demonizes non-Clanborn cats. I shouldn't dance around it.

That's what I need to do with Skystar.

MANY of his victims have happier endings than canon, though. Bumble is one of the most famous, bumped up into a major character and directly responsible for the formation of ThunderClan. Bright Storm is taking most of Gray Wing's roles. Birch and Alder are getting examined, with either a father who wants his kids back or Milkweed as the mate of Misty.

A lot of people will die because of him, even more will be hurt, but I see BB!DOTC as a story about victims and survivors.

Others might grab POVs here and there, but as a response to canon which I feel is Clear Sky's story told in many parts, I center this rewrite around Thunder Storm. The path of kindness he marches down, with love and with anger, and the people he helps.

So BB!Star Flower...

Previously I was playing her as ENTIRELY just manipulating Clear Sky. She was loyal to One Eye and trying to get at Skystar to bleed him dry for 8 lives to sacrifice; but connected to Thunderstar over recognizing him as a victim who deserves her idea of justice. So, she offers Thunderstar the final kill, so her father will be grateful to him and he'll get power AND the death of his abuser.

(When Thunderstar looks upon Skystar, pathetic and neutralized down to one life, he thinks about the collateral damage that will descend upon the forest if he accepts the deal. He decides that he has found the line between Justice and Justification. Of course he wants the power to make his enemies cower, protect his people, and eliminate Clear Sky so he never threatens them again; that's not the problem.

He can still do these things. He wouldn't NEED the power of a war god to do so.

But if One Eye returns, he will be endlessly hungry, ruthlessly dedicated to revenge, and set out to devour the whole forest. Everything would get worse, and even more people he loves would die. It's where his desire to destroy a monster would lead to him BECOMING one.)

Even on its face, it was previously missing an element. There's a step between "Starf decides to bring One Eye back" and "Starf offers Thunderstar the final kill" that was bare. This is the piece that was missing-- That she, herself, is trying to reach out to the only person who's ever really understood her.

But more importantly... I do feel this topic belongs here, in BB!DOTC. Abuse is a MAJOR theme. SKYSTAR is a monster already. He's harmed two wives in BB (Bright Storm and Falling Cry) and played toxic games with all three kits (Thunder Storm, Pale Sky, Tiger Sky).

And I'd avoid Star Flower being abused... why? Because it's uncomfortable to confront the pattern that Clear Sky displays? That in-canon, he tries to cut all his victims into the same ideal shape, from Storm to Thunder to Star Flower? ...it should be uncomfortable. Everything that I described in Clear Sky Is A Monster is rooted in the same desire for control, power, and punishment most abusive people share, he just happens to be a severe example.

Yes. That includes how he treats his child and romantic partners. The parallels that are drawn between Starf and Thunder are there because he wants power in the form of obedience. Starf replaces the son as a narrative award for his "growth" of not killing random people anymore for a while.

A cookie cutter is an effective tool because IT ONLY MAKES ONE SHAPE.

You know what's more uncomfortable? Reading canon!DOTC and seeing someone who hurt you reflected almost perfectly in the character the writers think did nothing wrong. Because of "good intentions" that were not there.

I will say though, just to be clear; I don't see a purpose in being more than PG-13 about serious topics for this project. I promise none of my intentions have changed. Nothing will be more graphic or gorey than canon WC-- just more intentional.

I'm keeping the sacrifice because it's dope. No one is taking this from me. Girl Moment: Killed her awful husband 8 times to count as 8 sacrifices and offered the last life to her buddy as a show of good will. How else do you make friends outside of high school

But I know now that Star Flower NEEDS to keep the canon fact she has very little agency, UNTIL that moment she snaps.

She's sacrificing one abuser to try and bring back a bigger, badder one, because in spite of everything, her father One Eye always made her feel safe. Even though he promised her off to Skystar, and expected her to be willing to die for him. She's followed every command, every order, past the death of his mortal vessel.

The first, and only, selfish choice she's ever made was in reaching out to Thunderstar to offer him the power of her father.

Thunderstar's Justice is a story about a Thunder Storm at the pinnacle of his arc, how the survivors of his Clan are settling into the new normal after the carnage of The First Battle, how Skystar's arrogance brings a violent god to the Forest... and the connection Thunderstar makes with the daughter of a monster.

[prettydjarinsoloinspires]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Loki (TV 2021) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Loki/Mobius M. Mobius Characters: Loki (Marvel), Mobius M. Mobius, Sylvie (Loki TV), O.B. | Ouroboros (Loki TV), Hunter B-15 (Marvel), Hunter D-90 (Marvel), Ravonna Lexus Renslayer Additional Tags: Fix-It, Post-Season Finale, Mobius trying to discover his glorious purpose, thus this fic was born, Mobius POV, tying up loose ends, Hurt/Comfort, Eventual Smut, Protective Loki (Marvel), BAMF Mobius M. Mobius, The Mobius vs Renslayer showdown we never got, Renslayer tames Alioth, Mobius needs a Loki Who Wins, so he’s going to create so many winners, Lokis in every branch deserve happiness, Loki gnawing bricks on his prison throne, the old man must be protected, The Void, we’re gonna save D-90, Mobius was a hunter so maybe he still remembers how to fight, lokius, Mobius believed in the green light, no beta we die like spaghetti Mobius Series: Part 10 of love is pure gold and time a thief Summary:

Mobius, finally free to make his own choices, has no idea what do with his life now that Loki isn’t in it. But maybe he doesn’t have to let Loki go. Maybe his glorious purpose is to help other Lokis win.

 (Aka the one where Mobius tries to save a multiverse of troubled Lokis and maybe, just maybe, his own Loki is still out there, reaching for him across time and space).

[soupsandstars]

Two types of transformations

[manyblinkinglights]

For god's sake, do you know how much FUCKING BULLSHIT I had to string together to get an approximation of reverse rotation, before?

My most-optimized version of my avatar is TWENTY CONSTRAINTS DEEP (the hindbody bending aspect was three things in parallel each around a depth of five, plus or minus a couple).

This is just:

YOU CAN JUST FUCKING PUT "MINUS TWO"

Now, this doesn't have the nuanced advantages of my RRA/RRRA system. but it's literally just a levelling constraint, and then a constraint, and then another constraint. Like, directly on the body bones. THREE constraints, versus going TWENTY DEEP

[lady-vega]

What if the reason the Donbros haven't got a true rollcall in the series proper yet is because the plan is to give them their first one with the Nouto trio included

[shewolf-sinclair]

I HATE when people dumb down Jason Todd “he’s impulsive/irrational/erratic/brash/dumb/the angry robin!”

WRONG

let me break it down for you fools because he’s actually like one of the most nuanced and complex characters to ever bless my presence (and he’s the best ((my fav)) robin argue with the wall) (tldr at the end but please read the post)

Starting out as robin they are ALL orphans. because that’s like bruce’s thing. BUT dick and tim had families before bruce adopted them. Jason did not. HE GREW UP ON THE STREETS. (+10 points for truama✨) which led him to grow up to be independent and resourceful. Bruce literally met him because he was trying to steal the bat mobiles tires with the intent of reverse engineering them to sell to the people of gotham because bullet proof tires in that kinda city would save lives source

As for being brash. Yeah. he is. he lacks people skills because HE GREW UP ON THE STREETS. yet he still knows how to sympathize with people and not be an ass ALL the time. he’s cocky sure but it’s a defensive mechanism after years of being treated like he doesn’t have value/having to prove himself. and damien is worse lets bsffr.

He’s impulsive. (likely adhd) Teenager. next question.

He’s the angriest robin! he only ever wants vengeance! WRONG. dick is angrier! he was so petty he left gotham and got a new identity just as a fuck you to bruce. any anger Jason has is not unmatched or outdone by other robins and he is rightfully angry he’s been dealt a crappy hand in life. he’s jealous of dick because bruce was ALWAYS comparing him and telling heroic stories of dicks feats. it’s hard not to push yourself to be as good as or better than the og and not to crack under said pressure.

He’s dumb! NOPE. he is as smart if not smarter than tim. He is BRILLIANT when he wants to be. (see above: resourceful) if you take titans (cw) as canon (why wouldn’t u its as canon as any other tv show??) he is a GENIUS. he taught himself chemistry so he could invent and mass produce drugs. he had a genius strategy to fuck with the titans; the puzzle of clues for which dick needed scarecrow, kory, gar, and conner to solve. Not to mention him finding doctor light earlier in the season. He leads the outlaws bc he is a natural leader and good at handling the details!!

He’s a villain! OKAY AND? SO WAS HARLEY BUT WE LUV HER !! DAMIEN WAS A TRAINED ASSASAIN! he puts so much effort into helping people (see above: resourceful) HE RISKED/LOST HIS LIFE FOR IT. HE IS FIERCELY LOYAL. even as red hood he obtains a strict moral code; no drugs to kids or by schools, don’t kill innocent uninvolved people(depends on which media you’re looking at). serve karma on a gold platter. unlawful but USUALLY NOT unethical. he also becomes a vigilante (and the JL for a bit) and does so much good! none of them are perfect ALL of the time. and considering the other DC villains, he’s not that evil.

strength?? no problem! he almost beat dick and bruce several times in the comics!! source

not to mention his proficiency for new things (see above: chemistry) his whole time as robin he uses bat tech. but redhood uses guns and knives. he just picked that up and was a skilled marksman immediately. (also truama response after nearly dying to death stroke)

so what hes kinda fucked in the head. aren’t they all? isn’t that… the point? it’s justified after everything he’s been through AND it makes hims a better character, more 3D more realistic and relatable.

also for the sake of this thesis partially disregard the wonderful work of art that is WFA it’s a fixit. for a reason. because the it was broken and needed fixing.

TLDR; you don’t have to like Jason Todd, or think he’s the best Robin, but you have to admit, he is a complex, layered, well written character. And stop mischaracterizing him and dumbing him down to this impulsive, angry, weak kid.

bonus: my Jason playlist

[theyoungeragrippina]

🫶🏻 15 gentlebeard/blackbonnet fic recs

(17 if you squint)

hey legends, in this bittersweet period where a lot of a us are feeling gutted but simultaneously, rebelliously hopeful, i've emerged from my reading den to showcase to you all some of the brilliant talent we have in this fandom! these fics are some of the best of the best, and i hope you love them just as much as i do! <3

they are all complete, do not feature any ongoing steddyhands/edizzy/stizzy, and are above 20k words.

peruse part 1, part 2, and part 3 at your leisure if you want to compare our tastes/devour more fine literature, or check out my masterlist as an ao3 collection.

adrift between the dreaming seas by @dandy-pirate-time

49k, mature, locked

stede lives a cursed life on a moving island, until the monotony of his days is suddenly interrupted by the fearsome kraken.

this was such a fascinating & incredible idea! i love how it manipulates aspects of the original story and transforms them into parts of the cursed island <3 sweet & unique & magical. i want to hug poor stede.

Five Birthdays and a Funeral by @bizarrelittlemew

58k, explicit

"When Ed and Stede's friend groups merge, they meet at a birthday party, and Stede's life is turned upside-down. As they collide again and again, he not only has to figure out what Ed means to him, but what he means to himself."

stede gets to be oblivious and a bit of a silly goose as a treat. also: treasure hunts, lucius is the best, ed has a cat whom i would die for, such a sweet & heartfelt fic. you will be so unbelievably fond of this version of every character.

The Ghost of Frigate Point Lighthouse by @piratecaptainscaptainpirates

53k, explicit

"When history professor Stede Bonnet goes to investigate rumors of a ghost haunting the local lighthouse, he's thrust into a mystery centered around the ghost of one of the most famous pirates of all time."

was SO eager to read this and it did not disappoint!! it has everything - fun, magic, mystery, tired TA lucius, and a lil bit of seduction. good enough that i am worried the author may actually just be a sea witch recollecting events he personally witnessed.

Haunted by @thepirateroo

60k, explicit

"The Kraken is a famous spiritualist, working the music halls of 1920s London to help families communicate with their dead. But Stede Bonnet knows that underneath the fame and illustrious title, Edward Teach works as a ghost hunter, debunking the spirits he makes his living off."

this is, genuinely, in the top 5 fanfics i have read for any fandom EVER. i wouldn't bat an eyelid if i read this exact work as a published novel in a bookstore. the mystery is so good and had me guessing and re-theorising constantly, the characterisation is brilliant, and the emotions are perfect. i cried, i laughed, i felt sick with worry for the characters, and i couldn't stop reading until i was done.

haunt me, then by @hyruling

28k, explicit

"He releases the ropes slowly, barely registering the burn as they slip through his fingers. Then, fallible as Orpheus, turns to meet his ghost."

post s1 fixit fics ily. everyone needs some therapy. really VERY well written and a joy to read.

Homeward Bound by mari_who

51k, explicit

"In the long-ago year 2000, bouncy blonde boy-band member Stede Bonnet is 17-year-old Edward Teach's gay awakening. Decades later, Ed hears a voice he could never forget."

i said 'ohhh no poor ed/stede' so many times while reading this. a lovely exploration of emotion and human connection, and finding yourself when everyone else has always defined who you are on your behalf.

I just need some air by @cuddlytogas

26k, teen

"Stede Bonnet's been having panic attacks for almost as long as he can remember, suffocated by pressure and expectation... When [he] finally takes his life back — divorces Mary, moves to Melbourne, starts his own event management business — things get better, but he's still no good at parties. He still needs some air, even at the very events he's brought to fruition. Meanwhile, Edward Teach, renowned chef and owner of Blackbeard's Catering, is wondering why the newest bigwig in events still hasn't hired him."

zoomed through this faster than lightning mcqueen. such a lovely writing of stede, ed and the whole crew - it feels like there's depth in every character, even background ocs.

also fantastic australia rep (i was jumpscared by mention of the cotton on group) AND i've been to the bar the final scene takes place at!!!! most exciting reading experience of my life.

i'll be your treasure by @monksofthescrew

48k, mature

"Wasn't the Dread Pirate Blackbeard rumored to have a hoard hidden somewhere near Essex? It's a metal detecting AU. They're detectorists. They fall in love."

i LOVE this fic so much it is just,,,, so sweet. stede does self-discovery and is seduced. ed is a bit of a goose and i'm obsessed with him. doug and mary are lovely. alma is so cool and i love her.

+ the sequel! drift o'er the rolling hills, swim through the briny sea (made me cry. btw. doug keeps being the best.)

The Kraken's Sacrifice by @trinityofone

22k, explicit

"Every year, a person is chosen—supposedly at random—to be sacrificed to the Kraken, to quell the sea's worst storms and to stop the taking of ships... Stede discovers that there is much more to the creature than he was led to believe—and that they have a deeper connection than he could have ever dreamed."

i LOVED this okay. it was funny and sweet and gave an interesting spin to the ed-is-the-kraken genre. get both of these boys some self-esteem asap. also comes with art by @avatoh!!!!!

lovers in a dangerous time by @veeagainsttheday

52k, explicit

pacific rim au - "Edward Teach becomes a jaeger pilot, first with Izzy Hands and later with Stede Bonnet. It’s not easy trying to save the world and falling in love with your drift partner…"

made me feel every emotion under the sun, including foaming at the mouth jealous that i don't have a drift partner. absolutely, masterfully written. i've popped this link first since its the fic that focuses on stede & ed, but it was written as a prequel for:

+ catagory five: a shatterdome romance by @owlinaminor (27k, mature), which focuses predominantly on jim & oluwande, and which i also massively recommend reading (first). it's told through lucius' words and made up of journalistic notes and transcriptions, and its really terribly clever. i knew nothing about pacific rim before this, and now i'm really very invested. if i wrote something this fantastic (& creative & wildly unique) i would never shut up about it.

More of the Gravy Basket than of the Grave by @veeagainsttheday

36k, explicit

"Ed and Stede’s ‘unorthodox friendship’ ended four months ago when Stede left Ed without a word after Ed asked him to run away to a parallel universe with him. They’re thrown back together when they’re summoned to perform a supernatural exorcism at the Hillside Hotel during a blizzard."

this has got to be one of the coolest and most creative fics i have ever had the pleasure of reading. genuinely kept me guessing and so so intrigued, PLUS the most sweet stede & ed dynamic!!!

Nothing Missing in My Life by @semisweetshadow

63k, explicit, locked

"Hollywood action star Ed Teach is bored with his celebrity life. Everything changes when he meets Stede, a sweet extra working on the set of his latest film shoot. Stede doesn't know who Ed really is and treats him like a real person and Ed can't help wanting to keep him."

ed plays an action hero called jeff the accountant, and if that's not immediately the greatest synopsis ever idk how else to win you over. hilarious, clever, & so heartfelt. i gasped and said 'oh no' with a hand over my heart nearly as many times as i laughed out loud.

not pickles by smallestchurch

84k, explicit

"Ed's minding his business when the new neighbor's kid comes around holding a human puppet. It's creepy as hell, but as soon as the kid's father rounds the corner, Ed doesn't mind."

i actually feel a bit ill when i think about this fic because i love it so overwhelmingly. there's family, and healing, and good food and friends, and ed teach and louis bonnet become the dynamic duo they always had the potential to be.

Our Fangs Mean Death by @flawedamythyst

87k, teen, locked

"Master Vampire Blackbeard's afterlife is enlivened by the arrival of a new coven in town, lead by the self-styled Gentleman Vampire. Now here's a Master who doesn't mind shaking things up by wearing clothes 300 years out of date, buying a massive gothic mansion for a lair, and leading the most eclectic coven Blackbeard has ever seen."

ridiculously fun. this is the vampire novel/fic i didn't know i needed and i loved every silly second. stede really gets to fulfil his dad-ness. i'm furious i can't join the gentleman vampires coven irl, will just need to embrace the gothic vampire aesthetic in my own life.

Wayfaring by @justkeeptrekkin

35k, explicit

"The downside to being stuck on a desert island is that Stede's not awfully good at adapting. The upside is that he and Ed can finally have some peace and quiet– that is, if Ed ever wakes up from the gunshot wound in his stomach."

the sweetest desert island fic, feat. the cutest piglet in the world, a little bit of pining, a helpful skeleton named dusty, and some of the best & most accurately written stede and ed content ever (imo).

[dianadragonfly]

So, I was thinking about different fandoms and the fics that I love. What makes a good, satisfying fan fic? I realize it has 100% to do with the canon.

Take BBC Sherlock. I struggle so much with AUs where their beginnings are different. Sherlock is an astronaut, assigned to work with scientist John. (This is an example, not a dig at any specific fic). I can't. I can't. I realize BBC Sherlock is also an AU from Doyle, but BBC Sherlock and John are so fucking tied to "A Study In Pink" and John handing his phone to Sherlock that everything else seems false. Fun premise, but not the Sherlock and John I know.

A satisfying Johnlock fan fic needs to change the ending of the BBC canon. To think of these two men, who love each other so much, just continuing their parallel existences, never becoming anything more than crime-fighting buds, is just. . . it doesn't fit. It doesn't fit the show. It doesn't fit the characters Moffit and Gatiss created, even if they decided to not make it happen (as a special 'fuck you' to their fans). It's heartbreaking.

My favorite fics are fixits -- many of them deal with the aftermath of Euros and Mary, or some do "canon intercepts" and deal with Seasons 3 and 4 differently. Still, anything but John and Sherlock raising Rosie together as partners/lovers/husbands in 221B with Mrs. Hudson downstairs feels like a lie. (Some canon intercepts write out Rosie completely.)

If I had to write sequels to BBC canon, I'd pick "Drawn to Stars" by @totallysilvergirl or "Never Turn Your Back on the Sea” by @discordantwords . There's a thousand other ones, but those ring the most true to me.

"Heartstopper" fics don't have a lot of room to mess with the ending. Anything other than Charlie and Nick happily growing old together is so far out of canon and out of character that it doesn't even seem like it's worth exploring. There are a handful of ones that have one character or the other dying, but mostly, we understand right away that Charlie and Nick are endgame. We are 100% aligned with canon and creator on this.

Anything that isn't true to this ending rings as false as anything that isn't true to Sherlock's beginning. Fun to read, but not our characters.

With Nick and Charlie being so young in canon, their beginnings are so much malleable. Sherlock and John are tied to that lab. Nick and Charlie? not so much. They meet in grammar school. They meet in University. They meet after a hot hookup at a club in their 20s. They meet after broken marriages to Imogen and Ben. They meet during Nick's rugby career or as fellow teachers. They meet at gyms, at animal rescues, at psychiatric hospitals. They are single parents, University professors, rock star drummers, hot shot authors and academics. Their beginning isn't fixed. But the end always is.

I have so many favorites but I just re-read "Lavender Fields" and I think it's a perfect Nick and Charlie meeting up in their 30s fics. There's a ton of University fics too.

I haven't read nearly as many fics from other fandoms, so I don't know their quirks. I'm finding that fandoms that don't have a m/m pairing are hard to find a lot of fics for. (That's a whole 'nother post). But other m/m fandoms seem to have canon-compliant extra scenes. (Wanna see Achilles and Patroclus get freaky in a tent somewhere? Here ya go. That being said, there's one about Achilles waiting for Patroclus in the Underworld that breaks. my. damn. heart.)

Anyways, I need to do a serious look-through of other fandoms to see how this plays out.

I should add the links here to the fics I mention, just because.

[punkeropercyjackson]

Accurate and non-bigoted Batfam headcanons

Dick:Master chef,optimistic ray of sunshine but also a genius with a lot of edge,brownskin romani with a hooked nose and a wolfcut,eldest daughter,married to Kory and Roy and Lian,Mar'i,Jake and Cara(Dickroy kid)'s loving mom and demisexual who experiences sexual harrasment often due to objectifying and degrading assumptions but is defended by her spouses and her other loved ones

Jason:Darkskin afrolatino who's heavily connected to his culture,goth punk asshole who tries to act cool but is actually an absolute loser,fucked up ass morals with a proper redemption arc and no coddling,gamer and literature nerd with a neapolitan food addiction,straightedge as a coping mechanism,only dates his friends and weirdgirls(I.e trans women,autistic women and women of color)and Rhato's only DC-assigned member is Artemis while the rest of the run gets an entire rehaul

Tim:Half white native(cherokee),energy drink addict,narcoleptic,has the personality of a normal traumatized teenage boy,Jack was an ass dad but not physically abusive and Janet was the perfect mom,no special powers,treated nicely by everyone but also bullied by everyone because he deserves both and enjoys both too and his adult hero name is Hawk

Cass:Brown monolid eyes and light brown skin,butchgender transbian,tradgoth,makes her own team called 'The Unbreakables' consisted entierly of parental abuse victims,unhinged and unrestrained,very kind and has a big soft side but she's mostly really rough,eternal Jason beef and he knows not to test her and the only Batkid who's Batman

Duke:Afrocurls fade,adopted by Bruce officially and is the 5th Robin instead of Damian,an Outlaw,him and Jason are eachother's Robin,has reality warping powers that made the N52 never happen,has a black girl love interest that's the Starfire to his Robin,post-Rhato makes his own team called 'The Lights' and his adult mantle is Eris(he's so femme and my tag for him is 'Signal of Hope and Chaos' for obvious reasons)

Damian:Brownskin and hook nosed like Dick but in a distinctively arab way,properly potrayed as the brutally irreversibly traumatized abuse victim he is instead of 'the demon child',gets a healing arc and NOT a redemption arc because he's never done anything wrong in his entire fucking life,Maps is his love interest and his team is the All New Teen Titans consisting of a proper cast and writing like the Rhato fixit(including Nell being Batgirl and neither aged up Jon or D*mijon)

Stephanie:Blasian specifically half south korean and half jamaican(her last name is Brown)with black butterfly locs,fat flat queen,full force pastel punk aesthetic and lifestyle and vigilanteism,part of The Unbreakables and was a 90s Young Justice member,Cass' soulmate by choice in every universe and vice versa,mentored by Talia as Robin and is Batwoman with her own solo run about it

Babs:Black/white mixed natural redhead,butch trans lesbian married to Dinah,stays Oracle and is good friends with Kory,highkey a losergirl but she makes it work and something of a friendly old soul

Bruce:Proudly jewish,jumbled mess of a man who fucks up a lot and does good just as much and leaves the adoption of troubled but good kids to his now grown kids because he's a bit too tired to raise any more and that's perfectly okay

All of them:Transgendah with da 'tism

[jennyislander]

We're not voting for Super Emperor Fix-It God-King-Ultimate-Therapist-Pope-Ideal-Parent-Hero.

Just getting that out of the way in light of breaking news.

There's this weird assumption prevalent across generations in the U.S. that the president is Magic Mr. Fixit. That holding out for that one guy, that one perfect guy, will make everything wonderful forever. And that if the sitting president doesn't fix everything perfectly and forever, he's a failure.

No.

That is not how this works. That is not how any of this works.

The president is the executive. Not the legislator. Not the judge. He can say "This is bullshit, send me something better." He can strongly suggest "Hey, it would be a good idea if y'all did this." He can pick judges and speak in favor of lawmakers. He has a strictly limited set of permissions to Just Do It. This is by design. Our nation was founded by people who came from a continent that had suffered under centuries of absolutism. They did not want that bullshit any longer. Let's not dive back into it.

Let's not surrender to it either. If you lose the president, the country doesn't fall apart. He is not Obi-Wan Kenobi. You are not Leia Organa. He is not your only hope. The mechanism of democracy does not depend on a superhero. Just on somebody who can do the job they are asking you to choose them for.

The mechanism of democracy demands undramatic, inglorious maintenance. Vote in every single election. Up and down the ballot. Who is electable this year where you live? School board member, sheriff, judge, mayor, city council member, governor? All of them have the power to affect your life and the lives of people in your community. Do your research and vote.

It's OK to be scared and angry. But don't decide that you are helpless when you are not. Pray to God, but keep rowing.

[mgarmagedon]

KO interacting / being a part of Team Bee... 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

You wanna kill KO don't you...? XDD

Like most of the time is angry about him, because of what he have done with Sideswipe and Bumblebee

Like Bee wound't even try to talk with him, just act like angry teenager towards him and Grimlock would just be so pissed of because of KO being around (he can't stand how sad Bee is while talking about it, so he act like angry dog near him)

And Sides would just run from him and try to avoid talking, seeing, even thinking about him. He is just so scared of the moment of their reunion in any shape or form. After what has happened to him when he was a kid, he is just not seeing himself talking to his father and not cry in 2 seconds.

Only one person who actually wants to talk with him is Strongarm because she loves war veterans! And man, believe me when I tell you that she might be quite excited to meet someone who was decepticon and autobot at the same time!

BTW...

But I need to tell you guys that with my friend that we created this whole au, we was thinking about the fact there is lack of a healer in Bee team. And yeah there is a Fixit and Denny, but it's not the same!

So we fought it's perfect place someone to fulfill, and it's not a Ratchet in second season! (he would be resting in Rafael's house, after they reunite, AND over all I would move meeting with Ratchet on Earth to like 3 season :VV and yeah Raf lives alone, that is why he agreed to Ratchet and Undertone to stay with him.)

So I would be perfect change to reunite Sides with KO! Or you can just ad Pharma to their team... 🙄

[greenknightofmalachite]

Hello,

I wanted to ask about the Alicole story you said you were writing. Is it canon convergent where the greens win or just scenes filling the blanks of the story and is there any details you can share?

Hi Anon! I’m so glad you’re interested in reading it! It’s a mix of show and book canon and written with Green bias to balance out what hbo did. The Greens aren’t perfect, they’re very flawed, but in this fic Viserys, Rhaenyra and Daemon are straight up villains. I wrote Part I to fill in the first time jumps, then Part II fills in the second time jump and deviates more to become a fixit (no bs Rhaenys busting through the floor thank you very much), Part III will be pure copium for the direction this show is going and following the book. Book accurate Blood and Cheese, ‘Maegor with Teats’, ‘bastard blood shed at war’ and all that. It will turn into an au fixit around The Butcher’s Ball cause I can’t handle that sad ending. I started writing this because I knew it would make me feel better if this adaptation went the same way as GoT and I’m glad I started so early! There is also fanart every few chapters.

Not once in this whole fic does anyone say “What would you have me do?”

Here’s a synopsis for anyone else who is curious!

Part I

Chapters 1-13

When King Viserys finally goes too far, Queen Alicent creates an opportunity to seize a seat on The Small Council, summon her brother Gwayne to court and put things in motion to secure the future of her young family. But Ser Criston crosses the line in defense of her honor and their united front against The Dragon is sorely tested. Lots of pining and courtly love.

POV Ser Criston

Timeline: Rhaenyra and Laenor’s Wedding - Driftmark

Fix it highlights: Brokenbones, Aegon claims Sunfyre, Alicent’s first Small Council meeting, Ser Stepdad.

Part II

Chapters 14-26

Everything is changed by Aemond’s injury on Driftmark. Alicent and Criston can barely look at each other but they must all come together if they are to survive Daemon and Rhaenyra. With Viserys’s health failing, time is running out. Aemond must overcome his mutilation, Helaena must find her bravery and Aegon…has a long way to go to be worthy of his crown but his brother’s bloody loss has shown him he has no choice but to finally step up for his family. Lots of political intrigue and…more pining.

POV Alicent

Timeline: Driftmark - Aegon II’s Coronation

Fix it highlights: Daeron the Daring, Book accurate Green Council, Alicent tells off Viserys on his deathbed, Viserys is left to rot, Ser Criston vs Lord Commander Westerling, Sunfyre and Dreamfyre at The Coronation.

Sorry for the wall of text, I’m looking forward to sharing it!

[chris-corner]

Consolation Prize - Part 2 

Pairing:  Max’s Sister Reader x Lewis Hamilton 

Summary: After ignoring you for the whole winter break, Lewis is back for the new season and sees you flirting with someone else. Combined with his frustrations at the underperformance of the W13 and Max taking the lead once again, he just has to show you who you actually belong to. 

Warnings: 18+, sorry guys more hate-fuelled sex but slightly less angry, jealousy sex, just a bit (probably a lot) toxic, fingering and getting eaten out, overstimulation, unprotected sex, light bondage (hands tied to bed), under-negotiated kinks stillI guess, some spitting and slapping.

Notes: Look… I really was going to do a fixit but also there's lots of cute Lewis fics out there and I kinda love the toxic vibes so Im sorry but also not sorry for writing this. Also its filth.

Word Count: 4624

Part 1

Masterlist

The winter break, you have to admit, was pretty fucking painful. You’d sat waiting for a text you were pretty sure was going to come for the first week or so. After all, it was all such a mess that you were sure Lewis would reach out, and then maybe the tight churning feeling in your chest would stop. Maybe then you could talk through what happened and try and figure out a way to move forward. Sure, it still hurt, but you could understand that it was the heat of the moment and Lewis wasn’t in the best mindset, and neither were you. 

When a week passed and you’d still not heard anything you started to panic. After everything you’d been through you thought that you would come out of this okay, that your friendship, your… whatever you were becoming, would mean more to Lewis than this. 

By the time the new season starts, you’re done being sad about it, instead letting the anger curl up and make a home in your chest. Fine, if he wants to act like a dickhead then whatever. You try and convince yourself you don't care, and for the most part it works. You’re not your brother, and if Lewis can’t see that then fuck him. 

Still, when you walk down the paddock on your way to see Max for the second race of the season, your Red Bull jacket half hanging off your shoulders, you can’t help but panic about seeing him. What if he looks at you, what will you do? What if he wants to talk to you? What if he ignores you? The questions won't stop swirling around your head and you’re so close now to passing the Mercedes garage. 

In a desperate move, you spot a Red Bull mechanic also heading your way and you quickly make your way over to him, introducing yourself and slipping your arm into his, linking your bodies together. He looks a little surprised, but doesn’t seem to mind. You’re Max’s little sister, there's a lot you can get away with. 

It’s so hard not to look over at the garage to see if Lewis is there, but you manage it, laughing a little louder than necessary at whatever the guy, whose name you’ve already forgotten, is trying to say. 

If you had, you’d have seen Lewis look up as soon as he heard your laugh, eyes tracking you until you were out of sight, his jaw clenched as he took in the sight of your linked arms and matching Red Bull logos. 

~ 

Honestly, the guy (whose name you still can’t remember but it’s too late to ask now) isn’t all too bad, and you find yourself going along with the back and forth chat that’s been bordering on flirting. He’s new, you find out, and single, you also find out, and not too bad on the eyes. Still, it’s not like he’s Lewis. You can’t help but feel a stab of pain as the thought crosses your mind but the anger rises in you again and you find yourself flirting a little harder. 

Part of you worries it might be a little cruel to string him on like this, but another part of you figures that you probably should work on moving on from whatever that shitshow with Lewis was, and even though it would probably piss Max off, why not this guy. (You don’t even let yourself think about how mad he’d be if he knew everything that went down last season.) 

It just happens to be perfect luck that the few times you see Lewis over the weekend are the times in which the dude is really trying his best to flirt with you, and if you lean into it a little bit when you catch him looking who can blame you. 

It all comes to a head when someone grabs you by the arm and roughly pulls you into a side room as you’re making your way to meet Max at the media pen. 

“What-” You start, shoving the arm off of you before you realise who it is. 

Lewis. 

He looks at you, jaw clenched, and you feel your breath leave you. God you want him so badly, still, after everything. He’s in his white mercedes shirt, clashing with your Red Bull team jacket, and his hand is still gripping your arm. 

“What are you doing?” He asks sharply, his voice low. 

You take a breath, composing yourself before you say something stupid. Remembering your anger as you look at his fury. 

“Sorry, I didn’t realise I needed your permission to come to races now.” You snark out. 

“No.” He snaps. “What are you doing with him?”

Your eyes widen, oh. Is he jealous? 

“Why do you care? It’s none of your business Lewis, you made that really fucking clear?” 

He pushes you up against the back of the door, his body pressing into you as he clashes his mouth against yours, biting at your lip and before you know it you’re kissing him back, kicking yourself for giving in so quickly. He slides his knee between your legs and your breath hitches in your throat. He smirks against your lips, moving to bite at your throat as he makes his way up to your ear. 

“Do you really think he can give you what you need you little slut?” 

It really should feel more insulting. Your anger hasn’t fully gone away and yet here he is, acting like he has the right to be jealous, calling you a slut like this is what you do. 

Instead you let out a breathy whine in the shape of his name. 

Just like that he’s gone. His hands, which were around your waist, his mouth, the press of his body all gone. You stumble forward a bit, looking over to see him standing a few paces away from you, a frown still on his face. 

“Come to mine, later tonight.” He says, the words coming out more like a demand. 

“Fuck you Lewis.” You say back, suddenly feeling like you could cry but you refuse to give him the satisfaction. 

He clocks the change and something close to guilt flashes across his face watching you shuffle to compose yourself. 

“I..” He starts but you quickly interrupt him. 

“No Lewis you can’t do this. You can't… after everything that happened, after you just left me like that and didn't call or text or anything.” 

“I needed space.” He says, but he sounds unsure now. “Look, will you just come to mine after the race tonight, please.” 

You take a breath. You’re pretty sure it’s a terrible, terrible idea but maybe you can talk it out, maybe you can work past this. “Okay Lew.” You say softly. 

“Make sure nobody sees you.” He frowns and tags on, like being seen with you would be the worst possible thing in the world. You feel the stab of hurt again and quickly push it down. 

Then just like that he turns and leaves, brushing his hand gently against your arm as he does with a small smile. 

~

You hesitate before knocking, pretty sure this is a terrible decision. Max had won the race, Lewis had come p10, struggling pretty much all through the race. You know he’d seen you celebrating with Max. You made eye contact with him as the guy from earlier picked you up and swirled you in the air, letting you down in a way that brushed your whole body against his. Still, despite everything your eyes locked with Lewis. 

He looked furious. 

You didn't even know if his offer would still stand, and if it did, you’re pretty sure he’s not going to want to sit down and talk things out after all that. 

Yet, here you are, standing in front of his door. 

It’s fucked up. You know it is. You know that if you go in that it's just going to end in upset and hurt. But then again, you also haven’t been able to get the memory of his cock filling you out of your head, nor the way he slapped your ass and fucked your throat. Before you know it you’re knocking, squirming and pressing your thighs together with anticipation. 

He looks surprised to see you when he finally opens the door, and you feel your heart rate spike with the thought that you might have made a terrible mistake, but he quickly grabs your arm and pulls you inside. 

“I didn’t think you’d come.” He says once the doors are closed. 

You take a breath. “I’m sorry about your race.” 

It seems to have the opposite effect to what you wanted. His face heardens and his jaw clenches slightly. 

“You seemed to be having fun regardless.” He grits out. “Why are you here? Did your mechanic not put out in the end?” 

It’s needlessly cruel, but you feel yourself squirming at his words. His eyes darken as he notices, and he moves forward to crowd into your space. 

“Or do you know that he can’t give you what you need like I can?” 

Okay then, talking like adults is off the table, toxic sex it is. 

“I distinctly remember not getting what I needed last time Lewis.” You quip, goading him with the reminder of how he didnt let you cum. 

“If we’re going to do this we need a safeword.” He tells you, seemingly ignoring your dig, 

It’s as close to an admission that you’re going to get. As close to him acknowledging how fucked up this is. Still, it settles something in you that despite all of this, Lewis is still Lewis under it all. He’s still the guy you fell for. That if you backed down, told him how you felt, that maybe things would be different, 

Still, you don't want to take the risk, and the heat between your legs is screaming at you to stay quiet. 

“Ferrari.” You say, needing something that’s not going to come up in conversation, something Lewis won’t use to dig at you when he fucks you, something thats not Mercedes or Red Bull connected. 

He nods his agreement, before guiding you into the bedroom. 

Your heart is racing as he wordlessly shrugs your Red Bull jacket off, placing it down on the bed before slipping your top off too. It’s almost cold and methodical but then he runs his fingers over the thin fabric of your bra and you gasp as your nipples begin to harden at the touch.

He pulls you into a kiss, biting almost bruisingly at your lip and slipping his tongue over it a second later, all the while slipping his hand down to unbutton your jeans. You help him, shimmying your trousers down and stepping out of them before pushing back up to capture his lips in yours. 

It feels almost normal, almost like everything you wanted as he unhooks your bra and you let it fall between you, grabbing onto his arms and feeling the muscles flex beneath your touch. 

Until it doesn't. 

He pulls back just as quickly as he did earlier, leaving you standing there exposed, nipples hardening with the cool air, in just your panties. 

“Get on the bed.” He instructs, voice harsh.

You scramble to comply, lying on your back and looking over at him as he grabs your jacket, 

“Might as well make this thing useful.” He laughs. “Hands together above your head, grab the frame.” 

You do it and he smirks down at you as he uses the arms of the jacket to tie your hands to the bed frame. 

“What a sight.” He says, leaning back and admiring his work, looking at you laid out in front of him without a protest. “I almost want to take a picture.” 

He looks at you, a clear question in his eyes and when you say nothing he smirks, getting out his phone and clicking a few pictures of just your hands, tied up with the Red Bull jacket clearly identifiable. He doesnt get your face or you’re body in though, and you can't help but let out a small sigh of relief. 

“I wonder what the team would say if they saw that.” He teases. “Maybe I ought to send it to them, show them what a slut their golden boy's little sister is. Maybe I should send it.” 

“Lewis.” You warn, but his words make you squirm. He puts his phone down but doesn't let up. 

“I bet you’re getting off on this aren’t you. I bet your little pussy is soaking already.” 

“Lewis.” You repeat, but this time it comes out much more of a whine.

He smirks, shoving your legs apart and manhandling you into the position he needs to settle between them. It hits something at your core, being treated like this, like a moveable little doll. 

“Seen as though you didn't get to cum last time, how about we see just how many times you can come tonight.” He smirks. “I want to see you cry for me.” 

“But first.” He says. “I want you to beg for it.”

He brushes his hand up your thigh, across the seam of your underwear and up to your chest. He takes his time teasing your nipples, running his fingers over them and pinching at them slightly before leaning down and taking one into his mouth. You arch your back up, moaning as he bites down before soothing it with his tongue. His other hand reaches between your legs, a feathery brush against your clothed pussy. 

“Lewis please.” You cry out, trying to push up into him but he moves his hand away. 

He pauses, moving to bite at your neck collar bone. “Not good enough.” 

He moves over to your other nipple, repeating the process and pressing against your with a light touch again. 

“Lewis I need you in me please, I need you to fuck me.” 

He pinches your inner thigh, right at the seam of your underwear as he bites down a little harder on your sensitive nipple, the other still hard and cold from where his spit has been left on it. 

“Lewis, come on please. I want you to fuck me. No one else can Lewis, just you. I need your cock so badly.”

He pulls of you with a smirk, running his thumbs over both of your sensitive wet nipples to see you squirm against the restraints before he moves down between your legs, 

“You beg like a whore.” He tells you plainly, not even looking at you as he holds your legs apart. You feel shame welling up inside of you but it’s quickly tempered by lewis pressing against your covered pussy, watching as the fabric darkens with your wetness, 

“Look at that. Soaking already. I knew you would be.”

Without much warning, he pushes two of his fingers into you, over the fabric so that the roughness pushes into you as he uses his other hand to brush over your covered fabric. 

“I want you to cum like this.” He says over your moans. “I want you to cum into your panties like a desperate little toy, needy enough that you’ll cum before I can even get them off you.” 

He presses into you a little harder, jamming them inside of you as he quickens his pace. 

It’s embarrassing, the way his words, this situation, his fingers on and pressing into you get you worked up so quickly, but before you know it you’re cumming, soaking your panties around his fingers as you do. Red hot shame fills you at the speed it took for him to get you off, and you can feel the blush rising on your chest and face. 

“Wow.” He laughs at you. “That really was quick wasn't it, you must be really desperate for it.”

He slips your underwear off, and looks at them contemplatively. 

“Open your mouth.” 

He balls up the soaking wet fabric and presses it into you, making you taste yourself as you lay there, tied up and fully naked, cunt dripping and your underwear shoved in your mouth. He looks at you with pure lust in his eyes.

“Actually,” He tilts his head. “I think I'd rather hear you.” 

He pulls the panties out of your mouth and throws them over the side of the bed, smirking as he watches you close your mouth and taste yourself. It’s ridiculous how he’s just treating this like a game, just using you in whatever way he wants for his own amusement, like you’re just there as a little sex toy for him to position and play with until he gets exactly what he wants, no regard for how humiliating it is for you, 

He spreads your legs again, gently pulling you apart so he can look at your dripping wet pussy. Then, without any warning, he leans over and spits directly onto your cunt, watching it drip down your folds and mix with your wetness. 

“Fucking filthy.” He mutters following the spit with his fingers, running them down your pussy and fucking them straight into you, ignoring your gasp as he brushes over your sensitive clit. 

He fucks into you with quick harsh strokes, grabbing your inner thigh with his other hand to keep you spread wide and pressed into the bed. It feels amazing to finally have him inside of you, even if it's just his fingers. 

“Look at you laying there taking it. Taking whatever I give you huh?” 

“Yeah.” You breath out,

He moves to thumb over your clit again, and you clench around him as you let out a high pitched whine.

“What do you say?” 

“Thank you.” You gasp out as he thumbs your clit. 

He smirks. 

“What’s his name?” 

You can't quite grasp what he’s asking, the pleasure you’re feeling under his hands almost too much. “What?” 

“The mechanic you couldn't keep your hands off all weekend. What. Is. His. Name.” 

He punctuates his words with thrusts of his fingers right into your dripping cunt. 

“I don’t know.” You gasp out. 

“You don't know?” 

“No I, I think he told me …but I forgot. I don’t know.” You try. 

“You don’t…” He lets out a cruel mocking laugh. “You’re such a whore, giving it up for anyone aren’t you, don’t even have to know their name.” He pauses, but his fingers don't. “Or were you just doing it to fuck with me? Is it not enough that the car is shit? Is it not enough that Max is fucking humiliating me on track? Do you have to fuck with me too? Get inside my mind and make me jealous and pissed off?”

He seems to be getting into his monologue, fucking his fingers into you faster, curling them up inside you as he brushes your clit with his thumb faster. 

“If you’re such a good fucking team how about every time Max wins on the track you let me fuck your little cunt exactly how I want. That’s fair don't you think?” 

Not really, you think, it’s not fair at all, it’s incredibly fucked up. 

He pauses after he’s said it, hands stilling, looking at you as if he knows that he’s gone too far. 

Contrary to everything you should be feeling, his words make you moan and tighten around him, so maybe you’re just as fucked yourself. At your noise he starts fucking you again, the pressure on your clit and the effect of his words pushing you to the edge. The idea is so incredibly bad but also if you got to do this more then of course you were going to take it. You came here today after all. 

“Okay. Yeah.” You whine out, and without warning you feel yourself pushed over the edge, tightening around his fingers as he drags yet another orgasm from you. 

“I can't believe.” He grunts out, fucking into you still as you scream his name. “That you think you’re a good enough consolation prize.” 

It’s cruel, but you’re pretty sure it's just all part of the game. Although the words are sharp and cutting, there's not the same anger there was before in Abu Dhabi. 

“Lewis please.” You squirm, the feeling too much for you now. Everything is too sensitive. 

Instead of letting up though, he leans down and runs his tongue over your cunt, pressing into your folds and dragging against your clit hard enough to make you shout out, 

He pulls away. “You’re ruining my sheets.” He comments, looking at the pool of slick beneath you, before leaning back in to suck at your oversensitive clit. 

You can't help the noises that are falling out of your mouth, a mindless babble of choked sobs and whines and half formed protests. It’s surely only a few minutes at most but it feels like an hour of overstimulation before he stops again. 

“Fuck. You look so fucking hot when you cry.”

You didn't even notice the tears running down your face until he pointed them out, desperate and frantic. 

“What's up baby?” He mocks, voice laced with condescension. “This is what you wanted isn't it? To cum? You asked for this.” 

You can't even protest anymore, just let out a choked sobbing noise as he thumbs at your clit before pressing his hot wet mouth against you again, flicking his fingers up unrelentingly as you strain against your tied hands. 

“You know, I was going to make you cum again before I fucked you but I think I want to see you cry while you cum on my cock.” 

He gets undressed finally, stripping out of everything this time and you look at him through tear streaked eyes, watching the way his muscles flex as he slips out of his underwear and palms his rock hard cock. 

Wasting no time at all, he runs his cock up against your sensitive cunt, coating himself in your wetness while you wiggle your hips up, desperate for it both to stop and for him to fill you up. You quickly get your wish as he pushes inside of you 

“Fuck you’re so tight still.” He practically growls out when he slips inside of you, despite everything the stretch of his cock still pulls at you and you throw your head back and moan at the feeling. 

“Just you Lewis.” You choke out. “Just you.”  

You hope he gets what you mean. That despite everything that happened you haven't been with anyone since him. You havent fucked your way around the Red Bull mechanics. 

“That's my good little slut.” He praises, fucking into you hard. 

He runs his hand up to your chest, palming your tits before gently slapping one, watching as it bounces under his hand. 

“Fuck.” He breathes out. “Can I?” 

You don't know why he's asking now, after just doing everything before this, but you can't help but smile at the wonder in his voice, the uncharacteristically gentle question. 

“Please.” 

He repeats the action a little harder, the sound of the slap loud in your ears as he continues to fuck into you, groaning as you tighten around him. You think he’s going to do it again but he just thumbs your nipple, rolling and pinching it between his fingers before he leans down and takes it into his mouth. 

He sits back up, watching your chest bounce as he thrusts into you before pausing to spit on your other nipple, thumb immediately running through the wetness, before following it with him mouth, gently biting at it. 

It’s so good that you feel yourself getting close to the edge again. 

“Lewis, Lewis I’m..” You choke out, and he gets the message, pulling back and moving your legs so that they rest on his shoulders, pressing you forward as he fucks into you deeper. 

He snakes his hand around to find your clit, quickly flicking between feathery touches and hard presses, unrelenting until you finally break. 

This time, it's almost painful when you cum, the pleasure ripped out from your core as you clench around him, tears falling from your face as you cry out his name in a choked sob. 

“There you go.” He says affectionately, then, with more bite, “that wasn't so hard was it.” 

He pulls out of you and runs a hand up your cunt, collecting your wetness and watching as fresh tears fall when he rubs against your clit, your cunt shaking under his touch.

He grabs your tit roughly, smearing your own wetness on your chest. Grinning down at his work, he does it again, watching you whimper for him before he spits down on your chest for good measure. 

He quickly unties your hands, directing you to hold your tits together for him, which you do even though your arms feel a little numb from being tied. He gets between you, dick still wet from your cunt, and thrusts up between your tits, fucking them as you lay there, teary eyed beneath him. 

He’s just made you cum three times, using your body however he wanted, playing with you like you were just there for his amusement, a little, what did he call you, consolation prize to make him feel better. This really seals it for you, him fucking up into your tits just because he can, knowing that youll press them together like a good little girl for him, your own wetness acting as lube. 

“Open your mouth,” He says, breath heavy and voice strained, and you do, letting him fuck up and brush the tip of his cock against your tongue. 

That must do it for him, because before you know it he’s paining your tits and your face with him cum, groaning as he watches you take it. 

It’s humiliating, you think, but mostly, mostly it’s really fucking hot. 

He moves off of you, looking down at you before swiping his cum off your cheek. You briefly think it’s a rather caring move, before he shoves his fingers into your mouth for you to clean them, repeating the action until you’ve taken it all, swallowing it down like a good little slut for him. 

“Shit.” He says, laughing a little as he sits back against the bed. 

“Yeah.” You say a little breathless. 

You sit in silence for a while, recovering with his body a warm solid presence next to you. At one point he slips his hand over yours, threading your hands together. 

“You okay?” He asks eventually, his voice a little unsure. 

“Yeah.” You smile up at him, tired and exhausted. “You?”

“Yeah,” 

It’s not the talk you envisioned coming into this, but it’s something. 

“Can I use your shower before I go?” You ask, blushing slightly. 

He laughs a little, running his fingers briefly over your sticky chest. “Yeah, of course.” 

When you get out of the shower, he’s not in the bedroom anymore, so you quickly get changed, stuffing your ruined panties into your pocket and grabbing your jacket. 

You find him in the living room, and he watches you as you make your way towards the door. 

“I meant it, you know. About fucking you every time he wins.” He says before you open the door. 

So maybe you’re not as okay as you thought. Still, you can't help but be a little thrilled at the outcome. 

He raises his eyes as a challenge. 

“So did I.” You wink, quickly slipping out of the door before he can reply. 

Looks like you’ll be coming to a lot more races this season then, you know, just in case they don’t fix those porpoising issues… 

[mikhailwrites]

Time permitting / Ghost x Soap

Obligatory MWIII fixit fic. Written partially overnight and partially on the phone, sorry for the typos and grammar butchery.

⚠️MWIII spoilers!

They stumble out of the tunnel, exhausted, bruised, shot. Soap is limping by Simon’s side, leaning heavily against the other man. His left temple is covered in blood, dripping down, staining his tee.

Price and Gaz flank them, making sure that nothing comes close to harming either of them. They’re all quiet but it’s not really due to the exhaustion. The reality caught up to them. Konni. Makarov. The bomb. How close they were to a global catastrophe. Too close. Of course, if they didn’t manage to stop it, they wouldn’t be around to witness the fallout, but that’s hardly the point.

Still, it weighs heavily on all of them. On Ghost even more, perhaps. Because he came so close to losing Johnny.

Swing left, pull the trigger, compensate for the recoil, push ahead, sweep the possible cover for any hostiles. He feels Gaz on his Six, covering the right and the back as they hurry up. Price’s voice in the comm sounded urgent. He needs them.

His mind is clear and cold. He kills and kills and kills, trying to be faster while maintaining high vigilance. Simon is needed, but dead or injured would be useless. He needs to be perfect. Fast, accurate, merciless.

Heavily armoured Konni soldier waits on top of the stairs, opening fire as soon as Ghost and Gaz walk close enough.

“Fuck! Taking effective fire! Taking cover!” Ghost hollers over his shoulder as he rushes to the nearest corner. A few bullets hit him in the vest, knocking the wind out of him for a moment. Ghost waits a few seconds, listens for movement to guide him. There! Heavy footsteps on the metal stairs. The guy decided to get up close and personal, then. Good.

Because Gaz loves being close and personal with a shotgun. Point blank range renders the armour effectively useless. “Bloody good job!” Ghost nods to Gaz as the soldier falls to the ground. They make further progress but something’s off. Then he realises what it is. “You’ve got Makarov closing in on you!”

They must be close now, Ghost can hear the racket of firefight.

The moment he turns corner just after they dusted another three Tangos, his blood freezes in his veins. Makarov has a headstart. He’s closing in on Johnny who is too bloody focused on the bomb to notice. Ghost watches as that son of a bitch aims the gun, right at Johnny and takes the shot. Johnny falls to the ground. It’s like watching it in slow motion.

Ghost wants to scream. He wants to rip Makarov’s throat out with his bare hands. Instead, he takes a deep breath, pushing the stock of the rifle into his shoulder. It’ll bruise. Who gives a damn?

He doesn’t have any scope on the gun, he’ll have to make do. There’s simply no other option. Taking a deep breath, his focus tunes out anything other than the black-clad man in front of him. Simon squeezes the trigger half-way, making a final adjustment, then he takes the shot just as Makarov steps on Price.

It echoes through the tunnel like a crack of thunder. There’s a splash of red right before Makarov stumbles and falls to the ground. Ghost doesn’t have to say anything, Gaz immediately runs up to confirm the kill. Ghost runs to Johnny, sliding by his side, and frantically checking for pulse. It’s there, thank god. Then he goes on to check for the injury. Makarov must’ve hit him, the only question is where.

Gingerly turning Soap’s head where he sees blood, there’s only a graze. Fuckin’ Christ, that’s beyond lucky, that’ miraculous.

Sure enough, Johnny’s eyes open and he shots right back up. Ghost grabs him before he can stand, however. “It’s fine, it’s fine... he’s dead,” Ghost calms him down, patting him on the thigh and resting his hand there. His heart is clenching at the bewildered look in those blue eyes. Soap looks around, stopping at Makarov’s body. Just a few feet away.

Soap and Price are just standing from the bomb after they managed to defuse it. The One-Four-One did it. They stopped Makarov. Fucking heroes. Not that anyone will ever know.

“…mon… Simon?” someone summons him back into present. Johnny. Looking at him with a frown. Simon’s breath hitches. He was so close to losing him. Seconds, even. “You with us, Ghost?” Johnny smiles then. It’s weak, a mere shadow of the true smile Soap usually wears, but it still warms Ghost.

“Solid copy,” he nods.

“Good. We were just thinking about some food. I’m fuckin’ starvin’!”

Simon looks around at Price who doesn’t say or do anything and Gaz who only shrugs in response. “Yeah, sure.”

Soap is admitted to the hospital right after their meal. He insists that he’s alright but his balance is off and as lucky as he was, that wound on his head needs stitches.

However, when Price and Gaz leaves, Ghost stays. Pulling up a chair and sitting next to Johnny’s bed. The urge to hold his hand is strong and Simon is too tired to fight it.

Soap’s palm is warm and as soon as he feels Simon’s hand, he holds on it tight. “What a day, huh?” Johnny says, quiet, sombre.

“Yeah,” Ghost agrees. He feels something shift in the air. He needs to get something off his chest. Something that almost suffocated him in that tunnel. The regret. The prospect of not only losing Johnny, but losing him without ever telling him what he means to Simon. How important he is. How loved he is.

“Don’t you dare to die on me, Johnny,” he looks up, studying Soap’s face as it morphs into a mild surprise and then something akin to melancholy. Simon isn’t finished. “I wouldn’t be able to bear it. It would break me.”

It’s not a confession, exactly, but it’s close. Close enough for Soap to get the hint, squeezing Simon’s hand harder. Then he tugs at it, urging Simon closer. Once he’s standing up from the chair and looming over Johnny, Soap beckons him closer still. Until they are almost touching. Until they are touching. Until they kiss.

It’s a quiet moment, and a gentle one. When they part, Johnny’s eyes are slightly unfocused and a small smile tugs at his lips. Simon feels greedy so he steal one more peck at his lips before slowly withdrawing.

“And wear a bloody helmet next time, Johnny,” Simon says then. It’s a joke but at the same time it’s not. For now, he is simply grateful that there will be a next time.

[karniss-bg3]

I keep seeing people half-joke about Kar'niss being evil aligned but I just see him as more of a victim than anything, being taken advantage of by the Absolute cult at his most vulnerable. I so badly long for fixit scenarios where he maybe gets knocked out after battle, brought back to camp and taken care of.

Imagine him being tenderly bathed, wrapped in blankets, given cloaks to shield himself from harsh sunlight. Imagine him glowing with new health after some time has passed, his exoskeleton no longer looking as ill-fit and painful, his hair grown back in thick, long, lush tresses like it's meant to be... 😭

I've always considered Kar'niss "evil coded" but I never wanted to label him as evil overall. It stems from drow alignments being mostly evilcentric but D&D is gradually changing to make that less hard lined. One of my favorite personal characters is a drow male who escaped the Underdark after suffering years of abuse. He had to leave his children behind which broke his heart even if traditionally drow are pretty "meh" about their children. He also dyed his hair as his own way to stick it to Lolth societies in general. Drow are the embodiment of nature vs. nurture and I think even if you come from that society you don't have to be beholden to your birth.

Kar'niss stands out from the others at Moonrise because he is obviously very ill. No one has bothered to address his mental state and if anything they take advantage of the fact he's two fries short of a happy meal. It's clearly exploitation in the strictest sense. Yet the players are meant to ignore that and go "Oh well" in a game about addressing and healing through trauma? I don't think so.

I get that Larian likely didn't have time to do more with him and that companions take a lot of work to add in. Still, I'll always preach that Kar'niss got boned the worst compared to most non-companionable NPCs we run into. He was a perfect candidate to be taken in and helped, especially since mental illness isn't a trait any of the other companions have to deal with. I will give Larian the benefit of the doubt while simultaneously remaining sour about how robbed we were. It is what it is.

I like all of your ideas and I agree, Kar'niss deserves love and the chance at redemption. Hell, Astarion is the most popular of the companions and he's done some heinous shit. Sure it was under the influence of a cruel master but the same can be said about Kar'niss. If we can't lend Kar'niss the aid he deserves in-game then we'll do it through writing, art and any other medium we see fit. That drider won't know what hit him by the time we're done, I promise you that.

Thanks for the ask!