#this fic SPOKE to me

[seanchaidh7]

"Thought you should know what you're missing out on." - Henry 💋

Inspired by @kiwiana-writes 's perfect fic I don't know if I should go with XX Pro or Valencia featuring a tipsy vodka fueled Henry and his hot little whoopsie thirst trap

[mysterycitrus]

also thinking about dickroy as two people with absolute faith in the other + dick being allowed to step back from the spotlight around roy + roy trusting that someone will always be at his back my beloveds

[feluka]

when i make a post about coptic culture and someone tags it as "worldbuilding"... a chill runs up my spine

[idkwhyimhereoops]

nsfw opinion!! but its nothing explicit or anything

i know it makes much more sense for wanderer to degrade his s/o during sex, but i can't help but think he'd be too scared to do so since you know, you're the first who has ever genuinely loved and understood him despite everything. sex is an intimate moment where you put your trust in your partner and show them how vulnerable you can be with them because of the deep bond that you two developed!! ykyk???

like thats unless you personally ask him to degrade you which he'll gladly do. but that's just me personally idk 🤷🏽‍♀️

[seleneprince]

Unpopular opinion:

Remus Lupin was as capable of cruelty and arrogance as the rest of the Marauders. There are plenty of hints of this in canon. The only reason we don't see this side of him as often is because of his heavy reluctante to be considered a "bad guy".

And he low-key enjoyed going against Snape just as much, he just had some conscience aftewards.

[lemony-snickers]

x reader fiction can be so healing, actually.

[whumpshaped]

Yk what I deeply enjoy? Whumpee who used magic for everything not being able to use it at all after the whumper harvested it. I saw you mention that lil tidbit abt that one ask abt the magic drain thing and it won’t leave my brain. So this is a continuation?? idk man.

It’s not like the magic is gone—Whumpee can still feel a well of power inside of them. they just for some reason can’t access it. maybe it’s a trauma response, maybe their body just needs to recover, maybe it’s permanent. Nobody knows.

but whumpee feels like half of themself. they feel broken. even after they had escaped whumper, whumper still had an iron grip on the power they had so aggressively sought. Caretaker watches Whumpee get quiet. Something they never used to be. They’re not eating much, and not gaining much weight back from the incident.

Sometimes caretaker finds them trying to use magic from peeking around corners—leaving whumpee feeling miserable and frustrated that the only reason they were useful in life was evading them.

Truth is, magic is a fickle thing and only when whumpee has accepted themself without it, will it start to come back.

tw past trauma, self-blame, self-deprecation, feelings of uselessness

Whumpee was sitting on the couch, bundled up in several blankets to keep their malnourished body warm. They still hadn't gotten used to it — the cold, the fatigue, the weakness. It was a constant uphill battle. A reminder of all the things they'd lost, things that had been taken from them by force, violently ripped away with nothing but a throbbing wound left in their place.

An invisible one. One they couldn't explain, couldn't show to a doctor, one characterised not by what it was but what it wasn't. It was impossible to grasp, and it seemed impossible to heal.

Nonetheless, they tried to fix it sometimes. They reached out towards objects far away, willing them to float into their hand. They tried to light candles with little sparks of magic. These had all been so normal, so natural before, and now they felt like insurmountable tasks. To anyone on the outside looking in, it must've looked like Whumpee was crazy for even trying; but they felt it. They felt the magic inside of them buzz to life whenever they called on it, hitting a glass wall every single time.

Sometimes they tried to ignore it, but that proved to be equally impossible. There was a constant nagging at the back of their mind, a pull to the life they'd had before and desperately wanted back. Magic had been easy, light, joyous, magic had been their everything. And they knew it was still there. It was calling on them just as much as they were calling on it.

"Come on," they whispered, squinting at one of the half-read books on the coffee table. "Just an inch. Just one."

The book didn't budge. It didn't rise into the air, it didn't even slide across the table towards them. Tears pricked Whumpee's eyes as they pushed and pushed and pushed, only for the core of their magic to deny them access again and again and again.

"Hey, Whumpee," Caretaker said softly, and they quickly looked away from the book, trying not to come across as too depressed.

"Hey."

"In the mood for some lunch?"

Whumpee deflated even further. Truth be told, they weren't. "Uh… thanks, but I think I'll just eat something later."

"You said that about breakfast," Caretaker said cautiously. "Not even a bit of soup? It's your favourite one, too. You must be hungry by now."

Whumpee hummed passively. "Not really."

"Okay, um…" They walked over to the couch and sat down, putting a gentle hand on Whumpee's shoulder. "Do you want to help me make the food at least? Maybe it'd help with the appetite."

"I don't know how to," they admitted quietly. "I don't know how to do anything. Not without… you know."

Magic.

Caretaker offered them a compassionate smile, rubbing their arm a little. "Well, maybe you'll have to learn like the rest of us peasants. I can teach you."

They didn't want to learn. They knew how to do things their way, and learning it all over again in a different, more difficult way sounded like torture to their exhausted mind and body. "Okay," they said anyway, terrified of being perceived as even more of a burden.

They were given the task of peeling potatoes; with a knife, like the average person. Caretaker gave them all the instructions on how to handle it safely, on how to make sure that the actual flesh of the thing didn't get thrown into the garbage, then left them to their own devices.

Their first attempt was humiliating. They took off several huge chunks of perfectly good food, before eventually taking off a chunk of their own finger. Caretaker was gentle when putting a bandaid on it, speaking to them like one would've done so with a child.

"You think you can try again?"

Whumpee grimaced. "I think… I think I should just go back to sleep."

Caretaker handed them the knife with a knowing look. "I think you should try again."

So they did. They moaned and groaned, complained and got frustrated, but they did try again. And the first time they were truly, earnestly happy with their skinless potato, the first time they held it up proudly and with a smile, they could feel a jolt of electricity shoot through their body.

Maybe there were different types of magic in the world. And maybe they could coax each other out.

[j-ellyfish]

I'm sorry but I'm too much of a sucker for angsty fluff, severe pining and hurt/comfort with no toxicity involved in my comfort ships, so I just cannot see Spaus as toxic marriage ;_; 👉👈 💕

The people around them? Like, their bosses? Yes, toxic pieces of shit that never cared about their opinions or feelings, but they actually loved each other to the end, despite the ups and downs, and they might've taken some things personal in the moment, but in the long run they knew it was just humans politics and things out of their power.

[theperrylleluniverse]

As if he couldn't get any sexier 🫠

(/transcript: Perry Mason is standing in a coroner's inquest. He asks, "Can I question the doctor?" The coroner nods and Perry nods back before saying, "Doctor, Vous-avez Vouz etudiez le medecine? Un Sorbonne?" The doctor looks confused and the coroner cuts in with "Mr. Mason -" /end)

[bg-brainrot]

Bg_brainrot, you might ask, you seem like a Hozier fan, what Hozier songs would fit your different Astarion x Tav series and their relationship dynamics?

To which I would answer: how dare you accurately assess my tastes and also-- great question, I have listed them out for you below!*

Rogue!Tav x Astarion

Series: Love at First Knife

Dynamic: two wet cats that share a single brain cell and fall into a sweet, understanding love that never loses its fervor

Songs:

Work Song

My babe would never fret none

About what my hands and my body done

Nobody

I wouldn't fall for someone I thought couldn't misbehave

But I want you to know I've had no love like your love

I, Carrion

Leave it now, I am sky-bound

If you need to, darling, lean your weight to me

Evil!Durge x Astarion

Series: A Star in the Dark

Dynamic: evil bastards make each other worse, become utterly obsessed with each other, and try to one up each other

Songs:

No Plan

The harder the pain, honey, the sweeter the sun

There's no plan, there's no kingdom to come

Dinner and Diatribes

I'd suffer Hell if you'd tell me

What you'd do to me tonight

De Selby Part 2

Before the dawn has come, I'd block the sun

If you want it done

Reincarnation!Tav x Astarion

Fic: When He's All but Forgotten How to Love Again

Dynamic: a love of friction, hot and cold, hero and one who doesn't want to be saved, ultimately a love that transcends lifetimes

Songs:

Almost

I'm almost me again

She's almost you

First Time

Some part of me must have died

The final time you called me 'baby'

Francesca

If someone asked me at the end

I'd tell them, "Put me back in it"

PeoplePleasing!Tav x Astarion

Fic: The Consequences of Convenience

Dynamic: best friends who can't seem to time their love properly, a slow love nurtured by mutual respect

Songs:

Like Real People Do

I will not ask you where you came from

I will not ask, you neither should you

Sunlight

Know that I would glad be

The Icarus to your certainty

Shrike

I couldn't utter my love when it counted

Ah, but I'm singing like a bird about it now

*Disclaimer: Certain parts of certain songs fit better or worse for each, which is why I included lyrics of appropriate parts.

[the-darklings]

HOW LONG HAS DREAM BEEN REFERRING TO WANDERER AS STARDUST IN HIS OWN HEAD???????

Since he got locked up and started pondering that request she’s made to him centuries ago.

“When the end comes, turn me into stardust, Dream Lord.”

[mysterycitrus]

truly no one was doing it like kelley puckett in the year 2000

[twig-gy]

what do y’all consider as classic cccc fics

[omegasmileyface]

ok hear me out. all these additive/productive phandom events (and isnt that so cool? there are so many!), lets do one on the other side— i suggest an event every year or every two years or smth where we all watch the show again

benefits:

dont forget how canon goes, good for avoiding echo chamber.... -ization

new idea generation! find details and plot points in episodes you forgot abt or didnt appreciate previously

discussion, theory-crafting, etc.— the point would be, if you want, that if everybody is watching the episodes together, everybody's brains are in similar places at once, and discussion would happen pretty easily and quickly

theres this 2-second clip of kwan ive been trying to find for like a year and i think having lots of eyes looking for it would help :)

get to re-enjoy iconic quotes from the 15% of the show where the writing is suddenly good ("you and what toaster" etc.)

it would work by like.... someone sets up a discord

(i dont like having stuff restricted behind discord servers but i think it would be the best forum for smth like this... maybe a LITERAL forum? but idk where one can MAKE and host a custom forum)

and there are... maybe 6? episodes planned for every week, to keep a rough schedule. and theres a video call

(no voices bc that would get chaotic TOO fast)

where u can watch the episode in sync with other ppl

(it would probably be, like, 2 episodes at a time, hosted by different mods at 3 different times of day for timezone reasons)

or you could also watch them on your own time

(the drive folder would be linked everywhere like usual.. but also there would be backups in case the folder ever gets taken down)

including if you werent on the server. and then both on and off the server, ppl participating would be thinking abt the same couple episodes at a time and have specific, informed convos about em! or just watch funy tv show and thats it !

if this did happen, i wouldnt expect the same ppl to do it every year... watchung an entire tv show annually can get pretty tiring

k thats my idea. The Phant-o-thon or such

[andorerso]

Rebelcaptain Trees for @oh-nostalgiaa​: Single Parent AU (with bonus first times? sort of? a little bit)

For a moment, Jyn didn’t remember where she was.

The brightness of the room was unusual, as well as the birds chirping outside like in some sort of Disney movie. Not to mention the arm around her waist, the warm chest against her back, and someone’s soft breaths on her neck.

This wasn’t her bedroom. Nope, not even a little bit.

All at once, last night came flooding back to her.

The bar, the unexpected but familiar face she ran into, the drinks, the jokes, the laughter... The flirting.

Jyn grinning at him shyly as she tucked a lock of her behind her ear. Cassian watching her with a warmth in his eyes she wasn’t prepared for.

Whose idea was it to go back to his place? It didn’t matter. She remembered Cassian pushing her against the wall as they stumbled to his bedroom, his lips hot on her skin, his breathing ragged in her ear.

She remembered all the things they did afterward too.

Shit. Shit shit shit.

Jyn resisted the urge to bolt out of the bed and flee. It wasn’t that she regretted it, no, not even a little bit. It was that she should. He was her student’s parent, one of her favorite students at that, and yes, he was single, and yes, she’d fancied him for the past three years, but it was never supposed to be more than that. It was unprofessional, it was unethical, it was downright irresponsible.

She shuddered to think what people would say if they found out. All the single (and not-so-single) moms who’d want her blood...

There weren’t technically any rules against dating a student’s parent, per se, but she doubted anyone, including Principal Mothma, would look kindly upon it. And she liked her job. She liked the school, the neighborhood, the students, even some of the co-workers. She worked too hard for this degree to throw it all to the wind for the sake of one man.

Even if said man could do absolutely mind-boggling things with his tongue.

Focus, Jyn.

Jyn squeezed her eyes shut, wondering if she could slip out of his embrace and make a hasty but quiet escape. Cassian had said last night that his daughter was with her mom, so he was the only one she needed to not wake, and she’d be free. Then they’d hopefully never talk about this again, and she’ll go on to admire him from afar, like always, while probably being unable to ever look him in the eye for fear of remembering how he looked when glancing up at her from between her legs.

Perfect. It sounded like a perfect plan. In theory.

But as soon she implemented said plan and slid out of his embrace, onto the cold floor, Cassian stirred, letting out a quiet groan.

Well fuck. Now she’d be forced to have the awkward conversation she wanted to avoid.

“Jyn?” he said, voice bleary, rubbing his eyes.

On instinct, Jyn grabbed the sheets and pulled them over herself to cover her chest while she turned to face him. Except that was a stupid idea too. Because now he was completely uncovered, blinking at her in sluggish surprise.

“Hey, everything okay?” he asked while she kept her eyes firmly on the wall above his head.

“Yes,” she said, voice higher than intended, “I just really have to go... I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“No, it’s okay.” Cassian sat up, apparently oblivious to her inner turmoil, but at least he grabbed his boxers from the floor and pulled them on. Thank God. “Do you wanna stay for breakfast?”

Stay for —

Jyn’s gaze snapped to him in shock. He cannot be serious. He really saw nothing wrong with the situation?

“I can’t. Sorry. I have — I have something important.” She didn’t. And that was probably painfully clear to Cassian as well who finally stopped to really look at her. She just wished he’d put on a shirt as well...

“Is this... Is this gonna be awkward?”

“Not unless we make it awkward,” she said, forcing some cheer into her words.

How often did teachers and parents really meet anyway? Only at parent-teacher conferences, at best. But Cassian had always been an involved father. It’s one of the first things she grew to appreciate about him, besides his glaringly obvious good looks. He was good with his daughter.

Jyn didn’t typically fawn over men with kids, but even she had to admit that he was pretty cute with Cali. He often came to pick her up from school, ruffling her hair, asking about her day, bringing her little surprises sometimes, like the tiny handmade wooden horse that Cali then brought with her to school for months on end. He stopped to ask her teachers about her progress in school, paid attention when he was given advice, made sure she had everything she needed.

There was no way Jyn could avoid him forever; she’d seen him weekly, even just in passing, for the past three years. It could be awkward.

She could see Cassian come to the same conclusion, and his face twisted into a grimace.

“Listen, Jyn... I know we were both a little irresponsible last night. And maybe I should feel bad. But the truth is, I’ve liked you for a long time and I can’t feel sorry about this.”

Jyn’s eyes went wide as his words sank in, his face open and earnest. He’d liked her for a long time? Him? Cassian Andor? Yavin’s number one DILF who was basically all the single moms’ most self-indulgent fantasies come to life?

There was no way.

“You... you like me?”

A soft smile curled on Cassian’s lips, his eyes amused but kind. “Is that such a surprise?”

“Well, uhm...”

“Why? You have a big heart. You’re funny, you’re intelligent, you’re passionate, you’re dedicated…”

And mean and aggressive and stubborn and closed-off... But of course, he wouldn’t know that. She usually reserved that for the adults, not the kids, but Cassian was one of the exceptions. He hadn’t seen the worst of her bad side.

“Not to mention you’re Cali’s favorite teacher.”

Now her eyebrows rose even higher. “I am?”

“Yeah.”

“Well...” She didn’t know what to say to that. All this was so unexpected. She stood there like a deer in headlights, clutching the sheets to her chest, heart beating unsteadily against her ribcage. Did he have to make this so hard? “I like you too,” she admitted, her voice quiet and wistful. “But...”

“But we can’t do this,” Cassian finished for her, taking her by surprise. Wait... he agreed? Seeing the expression on her face, Cassian let out a small laugh. “Don’t get me wrong, I’d be happy to have a different choice. But you’re my kid’s teacher, and even if you weren’t her favorite, I can’t risk this impacting her negatively.”

Of course. Jyn’s smile was fond, if a little sad. He put his daughter above all else, as a good dad would. She wouldn’t have liked him so much otherwise.

“I know,” she nodded, eyes soft, letting him know that she harbored no hard feelings for his decision. “And I can’t risk my career so...”

“But,” Cassian began, and for the first time, he sounded unsure of himself. His eyes dropped to the floor, his throat moving as he swallowed. “This is Cali’s last year of elementary school.”

For a moment, Jyn only blinked at him. It was true, Cali was a fifth grader, a thought that hadn’t even occurred to her until now. Was this their loophole?

But when she didn’t answer right away, Cassian rushed on to add with wide eyes, “Of course it’d be presumptuous of me to expect you to wait. I only meant —”

“It’s only two months, right?” Jyn cut him off. Two months until the end of the school year. That was easy, almost no time at all.

“Right. So if you’ll still want to... I’ll take you out on a date.”

“I’ll still want to,” Jyn said without thinking, then winced. She needed to take down the enthusiasm a notch. But Cassian didn’t seem to mind, a smile still lingering on his lips.

“Good.”

“Good.”

“So...” He quirked his eyebrows at her, a playful look on his face. “Do you still have to go or do you wanna have breakfast with me?”

Jyn grinned. She supposed there was no harm in breakfast.

As long as they both kept their hands to themselves.

(And it was a good thing they did when Cali and her mom showed up twenty minutes later.

“Hey, Cass,” Cali’s mom, Bix was saying, “I hope you don’t mind that we came earlier —”

She stopped talking when she noticed Jyn sitting at the dining table, her eyes going wide as saucers while Cassian let out a quiet groan and Jyn wished for the ground to swallow her up.

“Miss Jyn?” Cali gasped in childlike delight, a wide grin breaking out on her face.

Well, shit.)

[fideidefenswhore]

i feel like they basically tried to transpose the storyline/dynamic btwn coa and mary boleyn from tobg in tsp (with coa and bessie blount) and realllly overdid what was already well-done and entertaining.