#this is a follow up to brave since everyone was saying it was too short >:)

[weskie]

A New Game (Albert Wesker x gn!Reader)

18+ | thigh riding, nipple play, wesker being a condescending little fuck, bit of degradation | Fic Directory

When your back hits the wall, you know you’re in the best kind of trouble.

Wesker is silent as he takes you in.  He holds your wrists above your head, wordlessly asserting that you are fully at his mercy as he gazes down at you with a devilish curiosity.  There is a gnawing hunger seated deep in those inhuman eyes of his, and you are the meal that will sate him.

With his free hand, he grips your jaw and turns your face away.

“Where to start, hm?”  He muses, blowing a warm breath over your neck, basking in the way you shiver.  “My, my… So reactive.”

The hand at your jaw slips down your body, mapping a path over your chest to the hem of your shirt, slipping under all too skillfully. His bare fingers graze your skin and he smirks, humming in a way that sounds uncharacteristically delighted.

He had taken his gloves off earlier to tease you, as he had been doing for some time now.  His fingertips carry a strange chill that contrasts against your warmth, leaving goosebumps in their wake as they dance up to your chest.  He cups your flesh as if committing every detail of it to memory.  He looks at you and you know without him speaking a word.  Every inch of you belongs to him now.  You are his to have, and his alone.

You can practically see the gears of his methodical mind turning as he takes in every precious little reaction you give him.  Each panted breath that leaves your pretty lips, the way your eyes dilate, the soft moan turned mewl as he pinches your nipple and rolls it between his thumb and forefinger.

“Very good…” He says with that signature dark chuckle of his that always blurred the lines between arousing and terrifying.  “I’ve enjoyed this game of ours, but I have a new one I’d like to play.”  He comes impossibly closer, thigh rising to wedge between your legs as he lifts you just enough to mount it.

The pressure makes your core throb with a burning need and your hips buck of their own accord.

“Well, well…” he purrs, nuzzling against your temple.  “Is that how you want this?  So desperate that you’d hump my leg like a dog?”  You can hear the smirk in his voice as his words shoot straight to your aching core.  “I’m quite impressed you’ve kept your hands to yourself for so long.”

The simple reminder of your self control makes you struggle against his hold on your wrists.  You want so badly to grab him by those damn shoulder holster straps and kiss him stupid.  God… that’s how you’d gotten in this situation.  Brave enough to finally snap and pull the most dangerous man you’d ever met into such an intimate act.  Now it’s got you soaking your underwear as he whispers filth in your ear and teases your chest.  

Wesker tuts in disapproval at your attempts to free yourself.

“Poor thing.” His hand slips out from under your shirt, prompting a downright pathetic whine of protest to escape you.  He snakes it around your waist and rocks you against his thigh.  “Tell you what, sweetheart.”

You gulp and he huffs the smallest laugh against the shell of your ear.

“Give me a good show and perhaps I’ll reward you after, hm?”  His teeth graze your earlobe and you arch away from the wall, hips rocking against the strong muscle of his thigh for more of that delicious friction.

His arm wraps tighter around your waist to aid in your movements.  You bite your lip through your keening, mortified at how quickly the mere idea of this ‘reward’ he’s teased has put you on the edge.

“Show me what I have to look forward to when I take all of you.”  He commands, suddenly forcing you to move faster and harder.  “Feels good, doesn’t it?  Just imagine what you’ve been denying yourself.”

Your vision is hazing and you’re hurtling toward release faster than you can stop it.  His words in your ear, his body against yours, his scent clouding your mind– everything about him has bewitched you.  You don’t even care how pathetic you must look grinding against his leg anymore.

“That’s it, pet.” He goads. “Earn me.”

You let loose, chasing that ever tightening knot until it snaps and the shockwaves surge through your body like a hurricane.

You don’t even try to hold back whatever weak noises escape your lips.  He has to know how good it felt.  Wesker has to know what sweet sounds you’ll sing for him if he gives you more.

You need him to give you more.

With your eyes still shut and chest heaving, you try to say his name but it only comes out silent and breathless.  You feel like jell-o, and you’re pretty sure his good graces are the only reason you haven’t hit the floor yet.  

A curled finger lifts your chin.

“Now was that so hard?”  He asks, a soft lilt ringing in his voice.  

You give a weak shake of your head. 

“Good. In that case, I do believe you’ve earned something special…”

The wet heat of his tongue drags along the edge of your jaw until his lips are pressed right against your ear again.  The act alone is enough to make you clench your thighs around his.

“I will have all of you, over and over again.  You will be mine for the rest of your days.”  He nips at the side of your neck sharply, tongue laving over whatever mark he’s certainly branded you with.  “You have earned me.”

[ijenoyou]

Thick Skull

Draco Malfoy x Slytherin!reader, Harry Potter x Slytherin!reader

Summary: He was 5 years too late, and yet he wouldn’t do anything to change it.

note: this is like so short lol anywaysssss this is based off thick skull by paramore ;) i was thinking of making these like a series of reader and draco’s whole relationship and such but idk oh well i hope you enjoy!

Everyone turned a blind eye to the situation, even Draco himself. But what else could he do? Nothing would’ve prepared him for the sight in front of his eyes, not even all those talks his friends gave to him. With ears ringing, he stood up trying not to make noise, trying not to look at the Gryffindor’s table with you on it. Why are you on it? You’re not even from that house.

“Where are you going?” His friend Blaise said with furrowed eyebrows.

“I’m done eating.” He spoke with a hushed voice, just for him to hear. “I’ll see you in a minute.” And to that he left the Great Hall.

Blaise Zabini perfectly knew what was happening. His gaze traveled amongst the many people who sat the Gryffindor table and found what was tormenting Draco’s thoughts. You, with your green uniform clashing against Harry’s red one. And for a moment he caught your eyes, feeling guilty, he tilted his head towards the exit of the Great Hall, making you follow that same path a lot of other students were already following with their gazes.

“Do you mind if…” Your voice trailed off.

“Go.” Harry spoke when he noticed your shifty eyes and hands. “And please don’t hide this, after all, he’s still apart of you my love.” He said while pulling a delicate silver necklace with a star filled with pink diamonds on it from under your white dress shirt. Draco’s gift to you after you accepted to be his date at the Yule Ball.

Harry was too good to be true.

With heavy and fast steps Draco tried to reach the forbidden forest, or at least just the limit of it. But for that he had to go through all those steps that led to Hagrid’s hut. Not aware of the same steps behind him, all thanks to the constant ringing to his ears that started the moment he saw you enter the room holding sweet Potter’s hand with rosy cheeks on both of you.

“Draco! Please stop, you know I don’t quite enjoy running!” You said trying to catch your breath while grabbing his hand to make him stop.

“I-I don’t…” He turned but couldn’t hold your gaze so he decided to lock eyes to the floor. “Why?”

A soft gasp came of you. “Why? Draco you know very well why him.” He scoffed at your words. “I waited since we were kids, and you just couldn’t say anything! I tried so hard not to let it bother me but I’ve grown tired Draco, your thick skull never did anything!”

His breath became heavy, was it true? Yes.

Draco always thought of a way to say what he felt, even though you already knew, he waited for the right moment but it never came.

Anytime he would try to speak the soft I love you’s against your lips the many sleepless nights at the astronomy tower the both of you would spend trying to catch a shooting star, he would stop himself from it.

He knew just the kisses or the loving touches under the table weren’t enough proof of his dedication to you. And yet he never tried anything else, he would never take the next step. Too scared.

“You’re acting like you caught me red handed, days ago I told you I was going out with him and you just.. you just stood there, ignoring me for two full weeks.” Tears filled your eyes, but they didn’t dare to spill. “It’s not fair Draco, I know you think I betrayed you but you don’t get to be mad at me, you had all these years and nothing happened!” Hearing your voice break at the last word made him switch his eyes from the floor to your face. He couldn’t stand the way he was making you upset.

Because he knew, you were right, he had no chance to even feel anger as he was the one who wasn’t brave enough to finally commit to his pure feelings.

A moment of silence filled the heavy air.

Draco saw a single tear that finally escaped your sad eyes and he couldn’t stop himself from cupping for your cheek with his hand, thumb stoping the tear for running down its path.

It’s been a while since you’ve been this close to him. The missed feeling of warm skin against warm skin.

“Choose me.” Was all he said.

A heavy sigh left past your lips. Your hand took his, the same that was holding your face with too much unsaid love. “I love you Draco.”

For a moment he thought all was forgiven, but that just showed him the reality of it. Of how stupid he was, because not even you, the sweetest Slytlerin, would forgive and forget what was happening.

“But I choose Harry.” To that he felt his own eyes burn with tears. “He spent all these years trying to catch my attention, he confessed to me his love within a week of talking, he did so much more than you, I’m not trying to punish you Draco but i’m tired and I won’t be chasing you around like a lost pup anymore.”

The ringing came back to him. It’s hard to feel, he thought.

“I don’t deserve you, I know.” Draco spoke to you the same way he did with Blaise, now both of his hands held your face. “And to that, I’ll walk away from you.”

He tries his best to give you a soft smile, but not even a mask could hide what the truly felt.

“Love is not an easy thing to admit, I am truly happy you found what’s right for you with him.”

Hearing that come from him came as a surprise to you. His eyes adverted to the necklace and now this time his smile was a true one.

One of his fingertips slowly made its way down your cheek, then to a strand of hair that came out of your simple hairdo. It was as he tried to forever remember what your skin felt like, what your hair felt against his fingertip, remembering him of all the times he spent caressing it while you slept on his shoulder.

His attention was fully now on the necklace he gave you.

Draco took the star on it and caressed it with love. “I do want to apologize, I’m sorry for taking you for granted, I do hope we can remain as the best friends we were. Only you would know how much I’ll miss you if you stop coming around.”

It was your turn to smile. You nod and pull his hands down from you, making your way to finally connect both bodies in a warm embrace.

Draco knew this was your way of telling him it was over. The embraces, the warm touches and the kisses. And the only thing he could do was to make the hug even more tight than it already was.

He took a deep breath in, trying to mark your scent into his brain for forever.

His eyes wandered to the top of the steps they were in.

Draco couldn’t be angry, because he knows that Harry Potter and his two friends hiding behind a huge rock meant they cared.

Harry cared.

He cared like Draco should’ve.

[pathetic-gamer]

Can you say more on The Burning Wheel? The information on the site doesn’t distinguish it much from other TTRPGs that I can tell, aside from being a D6 system. What makes it unique and worth playing? (You don’t have to provide a huge rundown haha I’m just curious!)

Sure! I tried to keep this short and failed miserably, but I'd be happy to expound even more upon specific things later, if people want more :)

(Please note that, as with any ttrpg, it would be hard to claim any of the things mentioned here are wholly original to The Burning Wheel. It would be even harder to claim that no other systems have used these mechanics or philosophies in the 20 years since The Burning Wheel came out. I am not going to claim either of those things - its the combination of them and the play experience they have resulted in for me that make it unique, so that's the angle from which I'm writing this post.)

So. why is it worth playing? How is it different?

I could talk about the skill learning system, the war rules codex, the whole concept of versus tests vs bloody versus tests. But to me, there are two main ways that it stands out from other systems: its treatment of role-play as a mechanism, and the overall philosophy behind the game's design, including the concept of setting clear expectations.

(using section headers to break up the text lol)

How it uses role-play:

The most obvious thing to point out is that there's a whole set of encounter mechanics for social situations or debates (Circles checks, Duel of Wits, etc.) - sort of the epitome of crunchy role play. But thats not what I'm getting at! What I'm getting is the fact that good role play is integral to the way the game functions.

Let's go back, all the way to character creation: When you're burning a character, you selecting life paths (page to squire to knight, etc.) with their associated skills and traits, then tie them in a pretty bow with beliefs and instincts to guide the character's actions. All of these things feed into each other to make a complete character. Easy! Familiar! We all know how to make a character, even if the numbers and labels are different!

What really matters to this engine once you're playing is whether the character you're acting as matches what you built. If it doesn't, the rules nudge you to redefine your character until it does through systems of rewards, penalties, and consequences. You are rewarded for sticking to and acting on your traits, beliefs, and instincts through different types of points distributed and voted on by fellow players, which can be used to alter the course of events or turn the tide of a bad situation later on. If you're not living up to a trait, on the other hand, you can lose it and all its benefits. (Took the fortitude trait, but ran from trouble one too many times? tough luck! the other players voted to take away that trait and now you can't call on it in moments of peril.) The beliefs and traits of a single character can end up at odds with each other, resulting in characters having to make choices that in other systems might seem insignificant or carry few lasting consequences, but here may alter the function of your character.

It's not all punitive measures, btw! One of my characters caused problems for everyone else by refusing to put away a weapon when someone else was in danger, playing off of an instinct that states he draws his weapon whenever his master does. After the session, another player suggested everyone consider nominating the Brave trait for him the next time we update them. As a character-type trait, it has no effect when rolling dice but does mean that henceforth and forevermore, anyone who interacts with him will notice a sense of bravery. Delightful!!

Also, the beliefs of different characters are practically guaranteed to stray from one another at some point, which is the primary source of inter-PC conflict. Because the mechanics of the game encourage and reward sticking to your beliefs or following your stated instincts even when it makes things significantly harder or causes problems, you're much more inclined to do it. As someone who is terrible at not slipping back into the same kind of character over and over again, I think this fucking rules.

I'm playing with a group of people I've been gaming with for almost five years, and this has opened the way for much richer dynamics between our characters than any of the other systems we've played, in part because as players we're less interested in acting on concensus to drive the plot forward. Working as one unit simply isn't the goal, and if it was, we would play a different system that encourages and rewards that.

the game's philosophy, aka setting intentions and also reading rules:

Now we're starting to get at the philosophy behind the game's design: It believes you have to know why you're playing burning wheel instead of literally any other game. This isn't a system you play on accident. It's admittedly a complicated game with a LOT of rules. It asks for a huge amount of engagement from all of the players, not just the GM - something like inter-PC conflict can only work well if everyone is on the same page (figuratively, but also literally lol) and ready to help adjudicate rules, ask for tests, discuss intentions, etc. Dream scenario for a chronic rules lawyer lol.

Obviously any game will be more fun if everyone has actually learned the rules before they start playing, but this is one where it's extremely difficult (if not impossible) to play if most players haven't learned them, and deeply rewarding if they have. It really operates on the expectation that everyone is putting in work, and everyone has respect for the time and effort the others are bringing to the table.

It's hard to put a finger on how this all impacts play other than the obvious elegence of People Knowing What Theyre Doing, but on a purely emotional and meta level, knowing that everyone is investing so much time and effort to play a game with you is just.. idk, it feels special and makes the time itself feel even more valuable. In that sense, the satisfaction of playing the game isn't coming from the game itself, but is still shaped by it.

(In my mind, this is the #1 reason to try the game, but as @thydungeongal alluded to yesterday, finding people willing and able to do it is also the #1 hurdle to, like, actually having a good time. it would be completely miserable otherwise.)

Also, for a game that does not boast a collaborative nature the way some others do, it is honestly pretty fuckin collaborative lol. I don't know that this was Luke Crane's intention in designing the game, but closing out sessions by going through and grading everyone's work and giving each other glorified gold stars, you will inevitably end up discussing and dissecting things, learning from people's character work, and seeing where and how you can improve individually and as a group. It creates a table culture that values honest expressions of discomfort or dissatisfaction, and also of appreciation and celebration. It's after-care. It leads naturally into setting intentions and expectations for the next session. It just feels really nice!!!

That's obviously a table culture that can be cultivated anyway, and it's a practice my group has learned to be very intentional about facilitating, but it's just interesting how The Burning Wheel of all systems manages to support that. I think that's what the website means when it says playing this changes how you play other rpgs lol

So yeah, idk how much more to say and also I'm sooooooo so eepy and was like an hour late for work, so its a weird brain day. but there you go lol

[lxstfathier]

Mi niña

Alejandro Vargas x Reader

Summary: its late at night, you can’t sleep, and a sudden knocking on your door interrupts your attempts to get some rest.

Warnings: wounds, blood, unprotected sex, p in v, oral (f! receiving), loss of virginity, creampie, age-gap.

A/N: i have never played the game, i just have a thing for military men heheh. Also, english is not my first language, so i apologize for any errors. Hope y’all enjoy this! <3

It’s almost midnight. Usually, you would be asleep already, dreaming about pretty animals and cute guys, but today is way different, you’re still awake, looking at the moonlight peeking through your window and a strange feeling lingering in your guts.

You try your best to not think much about it. Maybe is just your own anxiety acting up. So you move on your bed, over and over, closing your eyes and trying to find a comfy position to sleep. But no matter how hard you try, you just can’t get some rest.

It’s frustrating. You mind screams at you to fall asleep already, telling you that you need to get your energy back for another day of hard work around the farm. Come on, it’s your turn to feed the horses and cows at six in the morning, you can’t waste more time like this.

Suddenly, your own thoughts are interrupted by the loud noise of a vehicle pulling up in your property, right in front of your house, followed by the sound of the doors being opened and closed.

Of course, you knew your bad feeling was there for a reason, and now your heart is beating faster than ever. Who would be at your property at such late hour? The police? Robbers? Sicarios from a powerful cartel?. Who knows, but when a knock in you front door breaks the silence you feel as if you were about to faint.

You’re alone, there’s no one you can ask to go see who’s knocking, you can’t yell at one of your siblings to do it. Your family is away for the weekend, so you need to be brave and do it yourself.

You get out of bed and walk all the way to the front door, feeling your legs wobbly and you heart pounding in your chest, finally opening the door with your trembling hands.

Obviously you were expecting it to be some narcos, but, to your surprise, they’re not. Instead you have colonel Alejandro Vargas and his sergeant Rodolfo Parra right in front of you. Of course you know who they are, everyone in Las Almas knows them and admires them. And you would be lying if you said that you didn’t have a crush on Alejandro since you were a teenager, rubbing your clit every night to the thought of him for years.

And now you regret wearing that old shirt and shorts as pj’s instead of something sexier. But you shouldn’t be thinking about that, the only worry right now should be the reason for them to come knock on your door. You’re just a normal family who makes a living selling milk, you don’t have any issues with the law.

“Is there any problem?” You ask nervously, looking at the tall soldiers with their stoic expressions and powerful weapons on their hands.

"Ninguno, bonita. We’re just looking for someone, do you mind if we take a look around your property?.” Alejandro says, charismatic as ever. You could never say no to him, no matter what he asked.

“There’s nothing to see here, coronel, just cows and horses. But sure, go ahead and tell me if you need something.”

They both nod and get back to their job, going away to look around, seeing the empty corrals and the stalls full of sleeping animals, without a trace of the persone they’re looking for. And you stay near the door just in case, still very nervous and anxious even when there’s no reason to feel like that. Your trust them, they’re honorable men, they mean no harm, just let them do their thing and they’ll be gone soon.

A few minutes later, Alejandro comes into your house while Rudy keeps watch outside, checking every single room until he’s sure that you’re not hiding his target. Even though he already knew that you would never do something like that. He’s seen you around town too, always sweet and calm, doing your best to help your family with the little business, always trying to stay away from the violence.

That’s it. His work is done here. He needs to go look somewhere else, but, when he’s about to leave, you can’t help but notice that his right hand is almost fully red, dripping with warm sticky blood, making a mess on his uniform and gun.

“Coronel… you’re bleeding” you say, as if it wasn’t already obvious, and he stops dead in his tracks. How can he be so calm and collected with a wound like that?.

“It’s just a little cut, nothing to worry about” Alejandro shrugs it off. An hour before that’s what he thought, a little cut on his hand, nothing serious, he didn’t expected it to get bigger and become a bleeding mess.

“You should definitely worry about it. Come on, let me help you and then i’ll let you go”.

He can’t say no to you, specially when you’re looking at him with those innocent doe eyes. So he agrees, following you to your room and sitting on your bed, leaving his gun on the ground, waiting patiently while you run to your bathroom to gather all the necessary stuff to take care of it.

Once you come back, you take his hand on your own, cleaning his cut with a wet cloth, disinfecting with alcohol, putting some closure strips and wrapping all his palm with a bandage. You’re no doctor or nurse by any means, but you know how to help your animals when they’re hurt, which gives you at least a little bit of knowledge.

And Alejandro is more than happy to let you work on him. He doesn’t feel any pain, maybe for the adrenaline pumping through his veins, or maybe because he’s so mesmerized by your beauty that he can’t think of anything else.

“This should be enough for the night. The bleeding is going to stop, but you need to go to the doctor tomorrow, i guess you need some stitches” you say, smiling at him, feeling your cheeks burn. You had never been so close to him, and you can’t believe that you just got to help him without freaking out.

“Gracias” Alejandro murmurs, barely audible, looking down at his bandaged hand. “You’re too sweet. You shouldn’t be in this town, you deserve a better place”.

Any other person would have let him go away, leaving him alone to take care of his wound by himself, not wanting to get involved with such a troubled soldier. But you’re different. You’re kind and sweet and the most pretty girl he’s ever seen, so distinct from all the other shitty people in Las Almas.

“There’s no better place for me, i like it here” you answer. “I have my family and my animals… also, there’s no other place where i could find another handsome colonel”.

Alejandro doesn’t get it right away. Are you flirting with him? yes you are. But he’s never been good around women, so it takes him a while to understand what you mean, taking the hint only when you dare to place one of your hands on his thigh, something that he believed only could happen in his imagination, when he thought about you while fucking his fist late at night.

“No digas eso, bonita. I’m no good for you, go and find a nice guy your age” he says, even though he’s dying to kiss you, to feel your gentle touch again, to claim you as his.

“But i like you, Ale”.

“No quiero arruinarte”.

“You would never ruin me” you soothe him, moving your hand to his chest and leaning closer, staring directly at those beautiful brown eyes that you only used to dream about. “Por favor, i need you. Make me yours.”

That’s enough. Alejandro cups your cheek with his gloved hand and pulls you closer, his lips meeting yours, sweet and tender until it suddenly turns into passionate and lustful.

He tastes better than anything you ever had before, like fresh fruits in the summer, intoxicating all your senses. And before you know it you’re already straddling his lap, slowly moving your hips against his clothed bulge, trying to get some friction to relieve the boiling heat in your lower belly.

“I don’t have much time, bonita” Alejandro says, breaking the kiss, knowing that it’s just a matter of minutes to hear Rudy’s voice in his earpiece asking what’s taking him so long. “Take off your clothes for me, si?”.

You happily oblige, getting off his lap and stripping naked as fast as you can, all of your shyness long forgotten, wanting nothing more than to be a good girl for him.

“Qué pinche hermosa” Alejandro groans, admiring every single part of your exposed body, guiding you to the bed again, laying you on your back with your legs spread as he positioned between them, dropping to his knees to kiss your thighs and taste your soaking cunt. “Are you a virgin?”.

You squirm at the sensation of his tounge on your clit, and you have no idea how he managed to know that. Maybe your inexperience is way too obvious. “Si” you reply, tugging at his dark hair.

Alejandro swears that he could cum right there in his pants. Such a pretty girl? untouched? just for him to take? way too good to be true. He feels like he just won the fucking lottery. If he wasn’t in the middle of a mission, he would surely eat you out for hours until you can’t take no more.

But the clock is ticking right now, so he wastes no more time, undoing his pants just enough to free his hard length and then kiss all the way up from your tummy, your tits and finally your neck. “You sure about this?”.

“Si, Ale” you whimper. “I wanna be yours”.

He takes himself in his hand, positioning his hard cock to your wet cunt, the red tip prodding at the small entrance. “This might hurt a little bit, if you want me to stop just tell me, si?.”

You nod and Alejandro thrusts inside you, agonizingly slow, inch by inch, splitting you open until he’s buried to the base. The strange pain making you cry out his name and your eyes fill with tears.

“Fuck” Alejandro breathes out against your neck. “Such a good girl, taking me so well”.

He picks a steady pace, pounding your tight heat as if there was no tomorrow, going way faster than he would like to. But you don’t mind, you let him be as rough as he wants, whimpering as his thick cock abuses your walls, hitting your cervix with each thrust.

“Feels so good Ale” you moan. Now almost all of his weight on top of you, his gear digging into the soft skin of your breasts. The pleasure is too much, and you can already feel the orgasm forming in your belly. “M’ gonna cum”.

“Ah- Fuck” he grunts when your walls squeeze him harder, his gloved hand quickly making its way to your sensitive clit, rubbing it fast. “That’s it bonita, cum on my fucking cock, i wanna feel it.”

His words take you over the edge, squirming and moaning like a whore, your hole spasming around him and your nails scratching at the back of his vest, experiencing the most powerful orgasm of your life. And seeing you fall apart like that, just from his touch, makes him feel really close too.

“Where do you want my cum? huh?” he asks, chasing his high, thrusting harder into your poor sensitive cunt.

“Dentro, please ” you whine, too cockdrunk to think about the consequences.

“Si? you want that? you wanna carry my seed like a good little slut? Fuck- then i’ll fill you up until you’re dripping for days, and everyone will know who you belong to.”

His cock twitches and he comes undone, grunting like an animal, emptying himself inside your pretty pussy, filling your womb to the brim with his hot cum.

You both stay there for a moment, melted into each other, catching your breath. Looking at him with half lidded eyes, you caress his scruffy beard, so in love, hating that he needed to go away after such an intimate moment. And he hates that too, if it were for him, he would spend the night with you, praising your body and making you scream his name again and again.

You kiss one last time and Alejandro pulls out, getting out of bed, immediately fixing his pants and grabbing his gun, ready to leave.

“Will i ever see you again?” you ask. What if he was like those guys who only fuck you and then you never hear from them again?, just thinking about it makes you teary.

“Claro que si, mi niña” he answers, his gloved knuckles brushing against your cheek. “As soon as this hell of a mission is over i’ll come back to you. I promise.”

“Then i’ll be waiting” you whisper, but Alejandro hears it clearly. And once he has eased your fears, he gets back to work, going away as if nothing happened, walking through your home straight to the front door.

“Carajo Ale, por qué tardas tanto?” He hears Rudy’s voice in his earpiece, just like he anticipated.

But Alejandro doesn’t answer. He can only think about you. You got him under your spell and he’s already planning the next time, contemplating on coming back with a huge bouquet of flowers and a beautiful diamond ring to put on your finger.

[starlightsalvatore]

salvation / klaus mikaelson x reader

heyooo - dabbling with a klaus fic hehe - should I do a part two for what they get up to after this? lmk!! and as always lmk what you think :) writing for the vampire diaries is very new to me so any feedback is appreciated! 

salvation / klaus mikaelson x reader

summary: after a deadly encounter with a werewolf, an old ‘friend’ comes to your rescue

word count: 1.3k (short and sweet!) 

warnings: mentions of blood, mentions of death, typical tvdu stuff

You shivered as Damon wrapped his blankets around you, gently sitting beside you as he held a blood bag up to your lips, which you accepted gratefully and sucked down rather feverishly. “Can I get you anything?” he asked, those intense blue eyes swimming with more emotion than you’d ever seen.

You softly shook your head, “the only thing you can do for me is to stop looking at me like that,” you whispered and a smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

“Alright, Miss Conceited, I��m not looking at you like anything,” he teased and you chuckled though it was immediately followed by a wince as pain reverberated through every nerve ending. “You should get some rest, okay? I’ll come check on you in a little bit.” You nodded as he left, letting out an exhale when you were finally alone for the first time since it all happened. You were putting on a brave face for everyone else, assuring Elena you were going to be okay and making her promise she wouldn’t come by the house for her own safety and you’d kept your goodbyes brief, joking throughout… saying things like it’s a miracle I haven’t died sooner, don’t look so sad, but in reality you were terrified. You weren’t ready, your life felt so... unfinished. You hadn’t truly loved anyone yet or even been loved, things were far too chaotic to even think about having a love life. The furthest you’d ever been from Mystic Falls was a family road trip to Texas for a reunion your parents dragged you to just before they both died. 

Your dreams felt muddled, a mix of childhood memories and moments with your friends when shit wasn’t hitting the fan… it genuinely felt like your life was flashing before your eyes as you slept and you awoke suddenly unrested and straining to hear a voice on the other side of the door. “You know, one voicemail works just as well as a dozen.” It couldn’t be.

“No…” you muttered as the door opened, shifting to sit upright but failing as you grunted in pain, watching the blonde man slowly walk towards you and settle beside you. “No, this isn’t real, this is a hallucination.”

“I’m afraid I’m very real,” he replied, accent thick as he looked down at you and you poked his arm, stunned to find it wasn’t an apparition.

“Nope, this is- this is Stefan, or Damon and my brain is just playing some really evil twisted joke on me,” you coughed out.

“I’m offended, love. I’ve traveled all this way just to see you and you liken me to the Salvatore brothers,” he said and you blinked a few times as you accepted he really was here. “Playing with werewolves, are we?” he asked, fingers delicately brushing your shirt aside to reveal the mark just above your collarbone.

“Thought it was a golden retriever,” you rasped and he chuckled.

“Your friends downstairs were very adamant in my coming to save you,” he said and you smiled softly.

“Is that what you’re here to do, Klaus? Or are you going to dangle salvation in front of me before making a ridiculous demand?” you asked and he smirked. He always found you amusing, if not annoying at times, there was a point in which you had him completely wrapped around your finger… something you exploited to the benefit of you and your friends whenever it suited you. And he let you, time and time again, because the moments in which you’d allow him to be within your orbit, or accept the countless gifts he left at your doorstep gave him a glimmer of hope that one day you’d let him give you more. He wanted to show you the world, but you’d extinguished any of that hope he’d had by slamming the door in his face the last time you saw each other.

“I’m here to save your life if you’ll let me,” he answered and you almost rolled your eyes. 

“What’s the catch?”

“No catch, love. I’m just here out of the kindness of my heart,” he said and now you did roll your eyes.

“Come on, Klaus. I know you better than that. There’s no such thing as the kindness of your heart because it’s cold and dead,” you shot back. “What do you want?” Your tenacity with him was always the most intriguing, you challenged him… made him want to be better but unfortunately with you it seemed there was nothing he could do to win you over.

“Perhaps I do want something, the question is if your life is worth obliging my simple request?” he proposed.

“Please do drag this out further, it’s not like I’m on a clock here,” you coughed out. 

“I want you to take me up on my previous offer… in exchange my blood is as good as yours,” he said, as if it was the simplest thing in the world.

“My answer is the same as it was then.”

“I’m afraid there’s no door for you to slam in my face, love. Would you really rather die than allow me the honor of showing you the world?” he asked and you didn’t miss the way hurt seeped into his tone, though he was trying his best to hide it. 

“Yes,” you answered, voice wavering.

“Perhaps I should let you suffer, consider it a delayed punishment for your continual disrespect,” he said and you chuckled.

“Then go ahead, Klaus. Doors over there,” you said, wincing as you shifted your position. “You never had any intention of saving my life,” you accused and now the hurt was clear as day on his face.

“Do you really think so low of me?” he asked and you shook your head.

“I don’t think of you at all.” you answered, hoping he wouldn’t see right through you.

“If that’s what you’d like,” he responded and as he stood to leave you’d never been more unsure, questioning if this was the right way to play it. Just as he reached the door frame you doubled over in a coughing fit, leaning over the side of the bed as blood dribbled from your mouth and he felt physical pain at the sight. He was back by your side in an instant, tugging you into him and placing his arm in front of you. “Drink, please.” You looked up at him through your lashes, but he just nodded, eyes pleading with you and you let your fangs sink into the skin of his wrist. With each gulp you felt your energy restore and the pain disappear. As you drank he brushed your shirt aside again to watch the wound heal for himself. 

You pulled away but didn’t make any move to leave his lap, allowing him to keep his arms around you for a moment… but just a moment before you leaned back, “three months.” you said suddenly and you saw an emotion you’d never really seen from him… confusion. 

“What?” he asked and you smirked.

“You had your terms, I’m negotiating,” you answered and you watched realization settle across his features.

“What changed your mind?” He couldn’t stop his smile from spreading into a grin.

“I was bluffing,” you said and his grin faltered. “Yet, you still gave me your blood without forcing me to comply… maybe that heart of yours isn’t as cold and dead as I thought.”

“I thought you didn’t think of me?” he asked and you shrugged.

“Maybe I do. You get three months, no more no less… that’s the deal,” you said, sticking your hand out for him to shake and when he grasped it he yanked you a little closer.

“Once we get started you’ll be begging me for more time,” he said with a smirk.

“Well, that’s up to you to prove it worth my time… but that’s all I’m promising.” 

“That’s all I need, love.”

taglist: @caseysalvatore @minalblood​ (if you only meant to be tagged in my damon fics please let me know and I’ll adjust which taglist you’re on!)

[chapel-of-rizztual]

I was wondering if you would possibly do a regressed ghoul with mama Aurora, please? Maybe some reassuring snuggles after a difficult ritual?

❤️

The show was cut short. It was no one’s fault, the storm had just gotten too dangerous for them to carry on. They were all devastated, obviously, but it was the best decision to keep everyone safe. 

They all kind of awkwardly stood backstage, not fully knowing what to do. The usual post show adrenaline wasn’t there, with them not being on stage for long enough. 

Aurora watched as Mountain stormed off the stage, the scowl on his face was evident even Through the mask. He didn’t say a word to anyone, just grabbed Swiss by the hand and dragged him into his dressing room, slamming the door behind him. 

Dew had laughed at him, saying something about ‘it should have been me’ and ‘pray for Swiss’ ass because he’s gunna need it.’ Rain had slapped his hand over Dew’s mouth before he could say anything else. 

Aurora wasn’t really paying attention, she was too busy looking for the one ghoul missing. Phantom. He was her summoning brother, her twin flame, she felt the connection of his presence more then the others. Which meant she felt his absence more. 

“Hey, has anyone seen Phantom? She asked, looking nervously around the ghouls. 

They all shook their heads at her, looking around between them like they’d only just realised he wasn’t there. 

“I haven’t seen him since he scampered off stage.” Rain replied to her, his hand still covering Dew’s mouth. “He ran off so fast.” 

“Check in my dressing room for him.” Cumulus smiles sweetly at her as she speaks. “He likes to hide in there sometimes.” 

Aurora takes off in the direction of Cumulus’ dressing room before anyone can say anything else.

Just like Cumulus had said, Phantom was on her dressing room, sat cross legged on the floor, picking fluff off the carpet. His helmet was still on but he’s pulled his balaclava down to his chin. He looked up hearing the door open. 

“Mama.” 

Aurora looked behind her to make sure Cumulus hadn’t followed her. 

“Mama? You want Cumulus? I can go get her she’s just down the hall.” 

Phantom pouts at her, shaking his head, making grabby hands towards her.  “Mama.” 

Aurora shuts the door carefully behind her.  “Me? I’m mama today?” 

Phantom nods, still making grabby hands towards her. She picks him up off the floor easily, she might be small but she’s strong. He wraps his legs around her hips, trying to bury his face into her neck but is stopped by his mask. He lets out a whine, pulling away from her neck with a sad pout on his face. 

Aurora laughs lightly at him, swaying them slightly where she stands.  “Why didn’t you take your mask off when you got off stage, bug?” 

Phantom points to the buckle under his chin.  “Tricky.” 

“Ah, I see. Couldn’t manage it on your own?” She undoes the buckle easily with one hand, pulling his helmet off, throwing it onto the sofa that’s pushed to the side of the room. 

Phantom shakes his head, fluffing his hair up and unglamouring his horns. He buries his head into her neck with a small sigh. 

Aurora sits down on the small sofa, moving Phantom so he’s sat more on her lap, keeping his head buried in her neck. He lets out a contented sigh, nuzzling deeper into her, rubbing his cheek against her shoulder. 

“What’s made you go so little, bug?” She runs her fingers through his hair, rubbing at his horns. “You don’t normally drop this fast.”  Phantom whimpers into her neck, fidgeting a little.  “Changed.” 

Aurora hums in realisation. “Ah, the schedule changed.” 

Phantom nods, rubbing his cheek against her shoulder harder. “I know, it’s hard when things change, huh?” 

Phantom wiggles down a little so his head is resting on her chest. “Don’t like it, mama.”  “Oh I know.” Aurora coos at him. “But you’re being so brave, are you? You didn’t even cry about it.” 

Phantom gives a little chuff. “Wanted to be brave for you, mama.” 

Aurora feels her heart melting out of her chest. “My brave boy, aren’t you?” She presses a kiss to the top of his head. “Hey, there’s one good thing about the show being over early.”

Phantom looks up at her with wide eyes, his pupils blown.“What?”  Aurora squeezes him close to her, pressing another kiss to the top of his head. “It means we can cuddle more.” 

Phantom let’s put a chuff that turns into a purr, snuggling deeper into Aurora's chest, rubbing his cheek against her. 

“Oh, I knew you’d like that.”  Phantom thrills, his ears flicking. “Want all the cuddles please, mama.” 

Aurora rubs a hand down his back, rubbing small circles at the bottom of his back. “You can have all the cuddles you want, baby.”  The two stay cuddled up on the sofa for a long time. So long that they both end up falling asleep, tangled up together on the lumpy backstage sofa. That’s how Cumulus finds them later and she can’t help pulling her phone out to take a picture of the cute sight. 

[peachymilkandcream]

Someone To Love|Part 2|Reiner x Jealous Reader

(A/N: It's kind of nice and out of my normal style to write a much more wholesome romance, but I can't say I dislike it. You gotta have the fluff with your angst. And since this is going with yandere Levi it's good to have a bit of a change of pace. Comment to be added to the taglist!)

WARNINGS: implied nsfw, depression, attempted suicide, violence, general angst, slowburn, lowkey love triangle with a happy ending, not a warning but Reiner calls you nicknames instead of y/n (because I personally can't stand it)

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It felt like the air had been knocked out of her lungs.

"An Island Devil?"

"I know, it's crazy, trust me I already know that. Especially after everything they did to Bertholdt and Annie. I don't know, I just feel...good about myself and safe around her."

She clears her throat, trying to keep the wad of emotion down in her chest so it doesn't spill out all at once. "And you say her name is Evelyn? I..uhm- tell me about her-"

Reiner leans back with a shy smile. "Well for starters she's short, really short, but she's also fun, and super sweet, an impressive fighter, and pretty on top of that. Like the ultimate package."

"How did you meet her?"

"When I was under cover she was one of the Scout officers, I didn't get to see a whole lot of her since she was part of Captain Levi's squad, but still. As far as Island Devils go she's one of the sweetest people I've ever met."

"Does she know who you are?"

Now Reiner frowns, apparently a sore spot for him. "Yes she does, when we fled I exposed who I was to her...and she said she hated me."

She tries to hide her relief with a deep breath, it wouldn't help anything to outwardly show how glad she was of that.

"So you'll never see her again."

"Until we return to Paradis to reclaim the Founder it seems unlikely." His mood changed, his tone becoming more and more depressed.

"That's too bad. She sounds wonderful."

"Yeah...she was." Reiner rests his elbow on the table, staring into the wooden pattern. "By now she's probably married off to Captain Levi, no screw that, why should I respect him with a title, to Levi."

"Who's Levi?" She didn't know who he was but if he was able to give Reiner closure with this unattainable crush she'd be thankful to him.

"Selfish bastard. Captain of the Survey Corps and man does he abuse that. Always unfairly punishing everyone and demanding respect." He shakes his head. "Creep watched Evelyn like some kind of sick stalker. There were many times I got punished for being anywhere near her. Asshole."

"Maybe you just didn't understand their dynamic?"

"Impossible, it was so obvious he was sick in the head. But no one saw it but me."

Bravely she reaches out to touch his hand. "It'll be okay Reiner, you can move on now. Forget about what happened their and live the rest of your life in peace."

"The rest of my life." He scoffs. "What short time I have left."

The thought made her wince, but he had a point. If she didn't try harder he'd be killed and they'd never have that life she dreamed of, even if it was for a short time.

"That's why you need to make the most of it."

Reiner nods, taking in her words. "You're right, sitting here sulking over what could have been won't get me anything but wasted time." A smile comes to his face. "Thanks kid, you always make me believe in myself."

She blushed a little at the nickname, even after all of this he still saw her as the same girl from their childhood. "No problem, you're my friend and I want to help you."

Reiner's face turns solemn again but before he can speak his mind a soldier comes up to their table.

"Reiner Braun, Commander Magath has sent for you."

"Right now? Is it urgent?"

"He said to come right away."

Reiner offers an apologetic glance before standing and hurrying to follow the young soldier, leaving her alone.

She couldn't put her finger on it, but she had a bad feeling about all of this.

[jinxquickfoot]

20 Questions for Writers

I was tagged by @16woodsequ. Thank you!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

82!! And that's counting the one-shot collections as 1 fic.

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

1,572,787

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Still in Marvel, although I've had a few ideas around Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss that I probably would written if my MCU WIP list wasn't so impossibly long.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

The One Where Peter is Bucky's Weakness

Let's Whump the Spider-Kid and Friends!

The One Where Peter is Tony's Weakness

You're Always Spider-Man

The One Where Clint is Tony's Weakness

You guys really like it when I kidnap Peter Parker.

5. Do you respond to comments?

Of course!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

The Worst Thing, it's the only ending I wouldn't call 'happy'. I labelled it 'bittersweet' instead, which I think is fitting. Actually Dollhouse also is a strong contender.

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

Let's Whump the Spider-Kid and Friends! teeters on the edge of soppy. Everyone is alive post-Endgame, Peter gets a prom with all the Avengers and his high school friends, and the Spider-Kid in question gets a whole month of rest.

In hindsight, I wrote that fic during pretty extreme burnout (that I am now thankfully over), and I can see my need for rest and care just bleeding through Peter in those final chapters. I'm so grateful we both got what we needed.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not for a long time, since the debates over Civil War have... if not settled, maybe don't hold as much interest as they used to.

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

Not yet, but I think I might be brave and include some Winterhawk smut in the Heart of Stone series.

10. Do you write crossovers?

Nope.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of. I've come across one or two with eerily similar premises and wondered, but I've never followed up. Tropes are tropes for a reason.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not a translation but Hair is Everything has a podfic!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Many! And tried to many at the same time which was a mistake, but I'm so glad I've gotten to work with so many incredible authors:

The One Where Clint is Steve's Weakness with @16woodsequ

The One Where T'Challa is Shuri's Weakness with @fluencca

The One Where Bruce is Thor's Weakness with @onwardmeteors

The One Where Peter is Peter's Weakness with @spagbol99

The One Where Bucky is Steve's Weakness with @usaonetwothree

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

Winterhawk aka Clint/Bucky has my heart forever and ever, but I have a soft spot for Clint/Matt and Wanda/Vision as well. Outside of Marvel, I love reading for Stede/Ed, Husk/Angel, Caleb/Essek and Buck/Eddie.

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

If I've posted it, I'll finish it (I swear, I know I haven't touched the Whumptoberverse in three years). I do have an outline for something called the Amendment trilogy which I thought had some promise, but I've done so many Civil War Fix-Its now I doubt it has anything original to say these days.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I don't think my plot twists are too shabby, and I like to think that I find new things to say about well-worn characters and tropes. I'm also pretty damn good at structure, but that's because I studied and practised the hell out of it. Oh and occasionally I like to think I'm funny, especially when writing for Tony.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Sometimes I focus too much on getting a fic done than letting it breathe. I've been told several times the ending to The One Where Peter is Bucky's Weakness is disappointing, and I agree. I was ready to get out of there so I Game of Throned it instead of spending a good 5-10 chapters wrapping that fic up properly.

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

Short bits are fine if you pop the translation in the end notes. If not, I like to just say something like, "He switched to Russian [continues dialogue in English]."

19. First fandom you wrote for?

MCU and we're still going, baby.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

AH okay I want to include all those I co-wrote but that feels like cheating, because what I like about those fics is often what other people brought to them.

I used to say Budapest and that's still a strong contender. But I actually love The One Where Clint is Sam's Weakness, specifically the final chapter. The idea of mistakes and regrets and choices not making you who you are is a very personal thing for me. Clint saying "You’re my hero, Kate." might be my favorite line I've ever written in a fic. Sometimes the simplest ones are the best.

Low pressure tag: @fluencca @usaonetwothree @queenofalotofdifferentworlds @spagbol99 @teeelsie-posts

[cutiedwaekki]

blue hour

They say that the blue hour is a memorable moment, let's see what will happen to them after entering this forbidden amusement park.

Contain : weight gain ; rapid/magic weight gain ; tight clothes ; clothes ripping ; weight gain denial ; hybrid AU (at the end) ; NSFW ; not really a happy end for once

Welcome guys ! Uni is killing me but enjoy this fic that was in my draft fo a very looooong time haha

Honestly not very proud lf the end :/

stay tuned because tomorrow I will post something else too 🤭

Enjoy ♡

{💙}

The blue hour, the period between day and night when the sky fills almost entirely with a darker blue than the sky-blue of the day. More precisely, it corresponds to a short period of nautical twilight or nautical dawn.

But in this case, it's a curse that's best avoided. The rule was simple and everyone in town knew it: don't go to the abandoned faire.

I mean, sometimes it was open to the public on special occasions, but as soon as the blue hour approached, you had to get out of there.

What happened at the blue hour? People didn't know, it was almost as if people disappeared, but ... how could you disappear like that from one day to the next?

That was the question our dear boys were asking themselves. It was Yeonjun who came up with the idea of going there illegally, followed by Beomgyu, who agreed while the information was still processing in the others' minds.

-"I don't think it's a good idea" declared Soobin.

- "Come on, there's five of us, if something happens to one of us, we'll know what to do", reassured a determined Yeonjun.

And so, as the day drew to a close, they made their way to the fair when no one was watching.

It was beautiful and brightly lit from afar, yet gave off nothing scary to make them think about leaving or returning home to their daily lives.

As you can see, our five friends were very much of the day-to-day type and had had many unforgettable experiences since they were in middle school together. It was always the brave boys who got the ball rolling and the shy ones who followed, but they all ended up having a great time.

So when they arrived at the fairground, it was a moment of complete amazement. The park was lively and brightly lit, with fairground music playing in the background. The food stalls even had hot food!

It was incredible and yet so true.

-I think- but Taehyun was interrupted by Kai, who exclaimed that there was a carousel in the distance and decided to run for it.

- "Relax, everything's going to be fine" reassured Beomguy before drawing his friend towards the carousel.

He was right, he had to relax, there was nothing scary here after all!

{💙}

Yes, nothing scary when you're not approaching the blue hour. As the sky turned a darker shade of blue compared to the daytime sky, the blue hour finally arrived, and that's when the curse kicked in.

At first, there was nothing very remarkable, but if there was nothing visible, it was mainly because everything was happening in their minds. The first few minutes of the blue hour made them forget all worries and stress, as if they were in a state of ataraxia where happiness reigned.

All the attractions worked, but Beomgyu's favorite was the mirror maze, especially when, instead of his usual relfet, Yeonjun had a pig in front of him, which made his friend laugh, while the main cincerned, less amused by this, pinched the younger man's cheek, noticing that it seemed plumper than before... or maybe he'd just never noticed.

It's like Soobin who, after playing dart shooting, felt that his arms seemed heavier, as if there were no muscle and just fat, pure fat.

Or Taehyun who felt his steps were different as if he could no longer walk without waddling.

Huening was also caught up in the euphoria, laughing and doing all the attracrion he could see. He was acting like he'd never acted before; it was as if he was regressing mentally to want to do only two things: have fun and eat.

Because yes, food was omnipresent, but especially in large quantities. A small packet of popcorn was the equivalent of at least one size large.

Soda was unlimited, not to mention the hotdog stands that were always there and always hot.

Nothing wrong with that, right?

{💙}

It was only the beginning of the blue hour, because as the hour progressed, the sides effects intensified.

Although they didn't notice it, they were far too caught up in their ataraxia to notice that they were getting fatter, that Huening couldn't even get into the carousel without making the atraction creak loudly.

Beomgyu was becoming a veritable piglet in spite of having teased his friend earlier.

That Taehyun ended up waddling but ended up sitting on a chair to rest, but broke it and ended up on the floor.

That Soobin had become so fat that his belly was resting on the edge of the shooting range. Then he didn't even try to shoot any more - he'd realized it was no use - he'd become too fat for that, instead he was gorging himself on fairyfloss from the stand next door.

Finally, Yeinjun, who had initiated the idea, was the only one with any conscience. So when he saw that in the place of his flat tummy there was a massive belly in its place. His crop top was useless , not even to cover his man-boobs, which were also getting bigger by the minute. He tried to run to warn his friends to leave.

But, they all seemed so happy, so relaxed as if it were a constant climax lingering in their minds.

The idea that all this fat had magically appeared didn't even cross their minds, after all, what's so bad about this carnival?

-"But what if we *oink*- Yeonjun stopped in his sentence as he realized that he'd just grumbled like a pig!

But before he could realize anything else, a noise attracted their attention: Soobin's belly had become so big and heavy that it cracked the edge of the stand, sending him tumbling to the ground.

-"Soo, is everything all right?" Asked Yeonjun seemed to be the only one worried, while the others seemed to be a mixture of laughter and pig grunts.

{💙}

The end of the blue hour was approaching and there was nothing to stop them leaving, they had already become too big and stupid to try and escape.

Over time, they'd all become really fat, either breaking something like Huening, who'd managed to break one of the caroussel horses, or just breaking their clothes, ripping off their current clothes, which didn't fit them.

There they were, naked, fat but still wanting more. Yeonjun felt powerless, but eventually succumbed.

When he noticed a pig's tail growing on each of them, their skin turned pink and now they couldn't speak without snarling like pigs.

Now we knew what happened to those who tried to enter the fair during blue hour. Gluttony take possession of them.

{💙}

- "I don't believe you, it's impossible"

- "But I swear my brother told me, everyone who goes in turns into a pig!"

- "Give me an example then"

- "See Yeonjun and his friends? You know those clowns in high school who accidentally set fire to their class ?"

- "Ah yes! I even had a crush on Beomgyu, I remember.

- "And guess what, some said they went there and then we never saw them again

- "It seems impossible to me"

- "Believe me, anything is possible"

[catofadifferentcolor]

Terrible Fic Idea #75: Rhaegar Wins, but make it Le Morte d'Arthur

Having done two takes on what can roughly be called Lancelot-Guinevere AUs where things end more or less well for our heroes, I thought: why not go all out? why not have the affair be the downfall of the Targaryen Dynasty?

Or: What if Jon Snow, the infamous bastard son of King Rhaegar, had an affair with his aunt, Princess Daenerys?

Aka: The Duncan the Damned Fic

Just imagine it:

Everything follows canon until the Battle of the Trident, during which Prince Rhaegar slays Robert Baratheon in single combat, ending the rebellion. He leads his forces and those of the rebels who submit to him against his father in King's Landing - and is forced to kill the Mad King when he calls for the wildfire caches to be lit. Although everyone agrees he did the right thing, he's forever known as Rhaegar the Kinslayer and many whisper his line is cursed.

Ned Stark is severely injured trying to rescue Robert at the Trident and as such is unable to retrieve Lyanna from the Tower of Joy. Rhaegar sends Prince Lewyn instead...

...who returns with his three brothers-in-arms, a baby boy, and the bones of the King's paramour. It's hard to say which of the latter the King is most angry about. In the end he orders a great mausoleum built over the Dragonpit to house Lyanna's bones and leaves the raising of the bastard to his mother.

Dowager Queen Rhaella is thrilled to have another child to raise, regardless of how the babe came about. (She's less thrilled her son is so disinterested in the boy that it falls to her to name the child over half-a-year after his birth; she calls him Duncan, after her favorite uncle.) She raises Dany and Duncan together until Dany is old enough to be brought to court... and Duncan stays in more or less exile with his grandmother in the shadow of Summerhall as builders work to return he castle to its former glory.

Duncan is raised to knighthood by Oswell Whent, Rhaella's protector and lover during her self-imposed exile. While he does the job as well any could hope, he teaches young Duncan that getting the job done is more important than how you do it - in short, that gallantry is all well and good, but it's better to be dishonorable and alive than dead with a song.

And so the bastard prince who visits at the Red Keep for the first time in 298 has more in line with The Rogue Prince than any of his Stark forbearers. He's dashing, daring, and dangerous - the exact opposite of his half-brother Aegon, who is gallant and chivalrous and brave, but decidedly lacking the bad boy aura.

Meanwhile, Rhaegar hasn't given up on his prophesy. Deciding that his sister Daenerys must be the third head of the dragon, he arranges for Aegon to wed both his sister Rhaenys and aunt Daenerys, which causes many a discontent murmur.

Having been spoon-fed prophesy since birth, Aegon goes willingly along with his father's plan, but Rhaenys is less eager to be one of a pair of sister-queens and Dany...

...well, Dany takes one look at her bastard nephew, so different from his brother, and fancies herself in love.

Duncan for his part is more than a little peeved that his goodie-two-shoes half-brother gets all their father's attention and two royal wives. He choses to pursue Dany as much to get one over on the family that ignored him as any lust he may feel.

Dany and Duncan carry on an affair that is as much passion as it is destruction. It is deeply unhealthy for everyone involved and hits every unhealthy relationship milestone, from Duncan flirting with Rhaenys to make Dany jealous to Dany poisoning herself to get Duncan's attention back and blaming her rivals.

This manages to go on for about five years without anyone too important finding out - though Rhaenys suspects and at least one member of the court attempted to blackmail Duncan over it before succumbing to an accident - when several things happen all at once:

Dany and Rhaenys announce they're finally pregnant within several weeks of each other. Rhaenys gives birth first, to a pair of stillborn abominations with wings. Dany gives birth a short time later to a child that has such Stark looks its impossible to deny his parentage.

An argument breaks out between Aegon, Rhaegar, and Duncan which quickly grows heated. At the end of it Rhaegar lies dead, with no one quite sure whether Aegon or Duncan had landed the fatal blow. The brothers point fingers at each other and order the other jailed for kingslaying.

Things very quickly break down into civil war as both brothers vie for the crown. Duncan manages to hold King's Landing, but Aegon has Dragonstone and superiority of numbers. Even so, Duncan is ruthless and cunning enough that he just might be able to pull off a victory-

-or would have, if Dany didn't start working at cross purposes to him, their relationship very quickly falling apart without the danger and excitement to hold them together. Dany ends up betraying King's Landing to Aegon's forces during a siege, fully expecting to be reinstated as Aegon's second queen after the war ends. Duncan is killed in the fighting and Dany is executed for treason and adultery. Their son, Daeron, is kept as a hostage until he's old enough to be sent to the Wall.

Aegon manages to hold onto the throne for the rest of his life, but he's faced with more outbreaks of rebellion as people finally rebel against House Targaryen, their wars, and the taxes they've leveed to pay for those wars. What's more, Rhaenys never manages to give birth to a living child (some claiming poison, others claiming inbreeding), so that his only heir is his bastard nephew - who quite simply vanishes from the record before his tenth birthday. (Many historians believe he was killed, but there is a strong King Under the Mountain mythology that grows up around him.)

House Targaryen eventually collapses - not with a bang, but a whimper - when Aegon dies in his mid-30s after choking on a fishbone. Rhaenys tries to hold the throne in her own right, but years of fruitless childbirths has wreaked her health and she's very quickly captured, imprisoned, and quietly killed. The Seven Kingdoms eventually devolve into seven separate kingdoms, not to be reunited for another five hundred years.

Bonuses include: 1) Something fatalistic running throughout the narrative, with Rhaegar planning his whole life for an apocalypse that doesn't come - and allowing everything his house built to come to ruin; 2) The full gambit of toxic relationships, including but not limited to: Rhaegar treating Aegon from a young age as a hero in waiting who can do no wrong, Rhaegar treating Duncan as irrelevant to the plot for not being born a girl, and Dany and Duncan's deeply unhealthy romance; and 3) There being a moment after Aegon captures King's Landing where it's possible for Duncan to escape with his son and live to fight another day and in that same moment realizing Dany betrayed him... and rather than choosing to escape, is killed trying to get back into the Red Keep to kill the mother of his child.

And that's all I have. As always, feel free to adopt this bun, just link back if you do anything with it.

Other Jon Snow Headcanons: Aelor the Accursed | Aegon the Adopted | Aegon the Undying | Aegon the Unyielding | Aemon the Adventurous | Baelor the Brave | Bastard of Winterfell | Black Prince | Daemon the Destroyer | Daena the Dreamer | Daeron the Desired | Duncan the Damned | Dyanna the Defiant | Elia the Magnificent | Jon the Fair | Jon Whitefyre | King of the Ashes | Lady Arryn | Lady Baratheon | Lady Lannister | Lady Stark | Lord of the Dance | Lord Protector | Maekar the Maester | People's Queen | Prince Consort | Prince of Summerhall | Queen Mother | Queen of Nightingales | Red Queen | Rhaegar the Righteous | River Queen | Shiera Snowbird | Visneya the Victorious | Weirwood Queen | Wolf Queen

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[fioreofthemarch]

The Great From the Ground Up Re-Edit

Finally announcing this!!

Over the past few months, I have completely re-edited my Breath of the Wild longfic From the Ground Up.

Since I finished FTGU in 2017 I’ve known I wanted to give it a refresh. It was written very fast and as a result lacks cohesion and has many formatting/spelling errors.

I will not be changing the plot. The edit focuses on the MANY opportunities to improve continuity, dialogue, location descriptions, characterisation and pacing. There is also new content where I felt scenes and ideas could be expanded upon, about once every other chapter. The original will be preserved if you really want to read it.

The changes will be made on May 5th.

I’m really excited to share what I’ve done with everyone!! As a short preview, here is a new scene in Chapter 7.

The next dawn found them at the gates of Gerudo Town; two Hylian Vai, one of whom wasn’t much of the a talker and the other brimming with excitement to be let in after a century away. Even so early the plaza was buzzing, the Gerudo and travellers taking full advantage of the morning’s cooler hours. 

Merchants lined the long plaza street and were hocking their wares to any who passed. Under the palm trees that ran the length of the plaza, pairs of Gerudo stood gossiping, while others rested in the shade. Nearby, Gerudo children were splashing in tiled pools of water beneath the palms. There were Hylians too, and a Rito woman shopping for enchanted arrows, even a Goron among the gathered people of the plaza. Zelda felt her eyes glisten with tears to see it; she had forgotten, somehow, how at home she felt in this place. 

Beyond, the palace apartments loomed, home to Chief Riju. Zelda knew little about the her, only that she was young – barely a teenager – but fearsome and brave. But their meeting would have to wait. Zelda wanted to enjoy the rest of their morning.

“Mother brought me here every chance she could,” Zelda told Link as they walked a loop of all the stalls. “The first hint of autumn and we would be off in the royal carriage for Gerudo. I remember I once asked her if Lady Urbosa our relative. I thought she and mother must be sisters, because why else would we visit so often? I suppose now I know that mother just wanted an escape. Even for a little while.” 

Link didn’t say anything in response, and if he had any expression at all it was mostly hidden behind his Gerudo veil. But for a moment he paused, appraising her with what seemed like sympathetic eyes.

“I know what you’re going to ask. I have no intention of escaping myself, we still have so much work to do,” Zelda said. “Though a real holiday could be nice. Somewhere by the sea, like Lurelin.”

“Lurelin it is,” Link affirmed.

They had stopped outside a shop that Zelda didn’t recognise, and before Zelda could continue their conversation, a high and energetic call filled the air. 

“Va’saaq! Fine wears of every kind at Starlight Memories Jewelery! Made with the best materials in Hyrule!”

OIt was a glamorous Gerudo woman, dressed tip to toe in intricate golden and green clothes and accessorised with precious gems of all colours. She positively sparkled in the bright desert light, and Zelda was immediately captivated.

The woman noticed them staring and laughed. “Come in, little vai! I have some earrings with your name on them!”

“M-me?” Zelda spluttered. “I couldn’t– we don’t even have many rupees and–”

“Wait a minute,” the Gerudo woman narrowed her eyes. “I remember you!”

The Gerudo woman laughed again. She strode over and held out a hand — to Link.

“You, mysterious vai! Link was it? Funny name. It’s me, Isha! I must thank you again. My shop thrives because of your generosity!” She shook his hand with vigour. “You must come see the new inventory. Your discount still applies of course, perhaps you’d like to purchase something for your friend, teehee.”

They followed the eager woman inside to what Zelda surmised was a jewellery store. “You helped open a shop?” she murmured.

“I gave her some flint I had lying around,” Link shrugged. “It didn’t take long, I swear.”

“No, it’s okay. I’m glad that you helped people.” 

They stepped into the jewellers shop, which shone nearly as bright as Isha herself; circlets, earrings, bracelets, rings and belts in all colours and makes were on display. The store was already busy enough that it was a wonder Isha was trying to find more customers; at the counter, a Hylian traveller was haggling over a diamond circlet, while two Rito waited to pay for a pair of ruby rings, and in the far corner was a goron, carrying what looked like a spyglass and examining some of the goods up close. 

Under his veil, Zelda sensed that Link was smiling. “I did,” he breathed. "I helped."

Isha was rummaging around behind one of the counters, but popped up briefly to address the Goron. “So what’ll it be Kairo, do we have a deal?” 

“I gotta say I’m impressed!” said the goron. “I didn’t know my ore could sparkle like this.”

“Well look all you like, but I won’t let you leave Gerudo until we have a deal for regular supply. You bring me gems from Eldin, I can turn them into fine goods for you to sell on the road.”

The goron rubbed his chin. “I dunno. I wouldn’t really know how to sell this stuff… Let me think it over.”

Isha threw up her hands, and disappeared back behind the counter, reappeaing a few moments later with a small white box. “Here we go, special stock for my favourite vai.”

Approaching Link and Zelda, Isha held out the prized box with an excited grin, pushing it into Link’s hands. “Go on, open it. And if you don’t like them, they’ll go lovely with your friend’s eyes.” 

Isha nodded towards Zelda, who could not help but blush. 

Inside were two earrings of deep amber, cut with exquisite precision, their shape resembling that of autumn leaves. Zelda felt a strange energy radiating from them, as though the air around them was thicker somehow. Link picked one of the earrings up and held it to the light; flecks of orange hues caught a sunbeam and were scattered all around them.

“Look, I was going to charge, but these are on the house. Another thanks. I really couldn’t have done any of this without you,” Isha said. “Just don’t tell the other customers? 

Link nodded, and carefully closed the box. “Anytime,” he said. 

There was a crash behind them, and a gasp from the goron trader, who admittedly was a little too large for a store so full of delicate wares. 

“Kairo!” Isha shouted, turning her full attention now back to the goron. “I said look, don’t touch!” And then she was hurrying back to the counter, stopping just long enough to wave to Link and Zelda as they departed.

“Sav’otta! Tell your friends about us! Soon there’ll be a shop like this in every town in Hyrule!”

Outside, the midday heat was rising, and even the shade of the palms and the cool waters of the plaza could not ward off the power of the desert sun. There was no delaying any longer. They stored in the amber earrings in the Sheikah Slate inventory, and headed towards the palace apartments to find Riju.

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

On Tae as the unrelenting sun archetype, Tavra as the moon, and Onica as something else rarely ever seen

Tae is a painfully good friend. Her brutal faith in Tavra that almost crushes Tavra with it's weight and heat, her warmth and friendliness, just as fast and ready to kill those who aren't her friends or who hurt them. Ready to put a knife to an innocent throat to do that

red gold hair and wings blue as a cloudless sky, no room for gradients or shades of gray. Tavra is crippled and anguished and of course she should still lead them all, Tae says, of course she should dedicate her second life to that

“protect them” said to the soldier who can't hold a sword on her own anymore. "light the fires" said to the woman who can barely speak above a whisper, who has been casually picked up and stolen or captured several times, who Tae didn't even RECOGNIZE at first- thought she looked like an enemy

but Tae's trust and faith in Tavra burns through all of that like sunshine through thin mist

"I believe in you"

Tavra is the moon- softness that seems cold and thoughtfulness that looks indifferent or proud, grim and dark enough to keep the small specks of far off realistic hope always in sight. she says people WILL die, but maybe someone will live on. she changes herself like the moon as time goes on, waning as she sees others step up and leaning to follow them. Naia goes from a foolish girl in her eyes to a wise and brave young woman worth listening too.

she acts in reaction to the people around her- and most dramatically to what Tae does- saving two people from a storm that Tae ignored all warnings and sailed into. Saving people again with Tae's body when Tae is knocked senseless after cutting off the hand of their giant enraged enemy- she, Tavra, disarms them in a less literal way instead, using a blade fully as herself for the first time since her 'death'. Tavra, in Tae's body, flying again when she thought she never would- living up to Tae's faith. those heartbreaking words between her and Amri as she guides her young friends in their escape, her grim eyes looking out though Tae's face

"You saved us" - "I'm trying"

when there is so much hope and faith given to a person and they know they might not be able to live up to it, but it also isn't WRONG, and she always will try

Tae never understands why Tavra would hesitate to claim the throne- doesn't understand when her friend- Tavra's lover- says

“we cannot help them if we do not help ourselves”

after Tavra crawls away from Tae's inspiring words, begging to be forgotten, asking to please not be looked to as the hero this time... her old body rotting somewhere in a far off wood as they all speak... she fought and died once already, but all Tae can see is that she's ALIVE

everyone else talks of Tavra being All-Maudra in the wistful, past tense sense, of something that could have and SHOULD have been- but to Tae it's a conviction of here and now, and it scorches Tavra

Tae's faith being something that ISN'T realistic or kind. it's honest and true- just Tavra's nameless voice in the dark is enough to spark her entire clan into open rebellion even with no one at all left to lead them, even with their powerful overlords hanging over them like a sword- already rumored to having killed Tavra's mother the old All-Maudra, ruthless, dangerous, ancient and cunning-

and Tavra can cut through it all with a few simple words

but Tae's truth and dream is something Tavra can't and shouldn't have to bear this time. She doesn't become all-maudra. she doesn't lead anyone openly. the burning sun has to be hidden from- Tavra stays in hiding in her new life and slips quietly away with the lover she's spent more time away from than with and the orphaned young man they are looking after like a son

the moon shines brightly for a few short moments, reflecting the sun's light before clouds come and tuck her safely away again

and then there's Onica

friend of Tae, the woman who loves and is loved by Tavra. she's the idea that the moon might need the sun but can't be held by that heat without being burnt, can survive being held TO that brutal standard of becoming EVERYTHING it could possibly be

Onica is the sea, deep and playful and dangerous, unsettling with her smiles and quick to turn the tides. loving the moon from a distance, connected even when the moon doesn't shine and no one else can see her

she knows Tavra through every change- reaches out to hold her- has her own faith in her but sees also that she is hurt, sees her alive and tries to help with the wounds she's been left to live with. Tae knows Tavra could be All-maudra like her mother, and be a better one- Onica loves how different from her mother Tavra is. She doesn't need or ask Tavra to be anything else- even as she slips off to sulk- except maybe a little more aware of the budding teen romances and insecurities around them, pointed out to Tavra with a soft touch and whisper in her ear, things Tavra listens to and trusts fully in

but Onica and Tavra would have never met if Tae hadn't insisted in sailing into that storm, following Onica's dream in spite of Onica's warnings

(and Onica shielded Tae and lost her wings before Tavra found them- she doesn't regret it, losing her wings to have found Tavra)

I love that idea. sun and moon and sea. the difference between what we need or could be, and what we want and can actually survive being part of. a balance of three

are they even gonna get their own comic showing how that all started orrrrr

[hvrbingers]

[‘apo’ nattawin wattanagitiphat | cis man | he/him | twenty-nine ] ——   welcome to grimrose, lennon saetang. it’s cool that you’re here, you know. haven’t you heard of the history of this place… anyway, how’s being a newcomer who has been in town for five months, especially since you spend most of your days as a photographer for grimrose post? also, not that it’s a bad thing, of course, but i’ve heard people say you can be a little vague more than you are gentle… but that’s just coming from people who are bored here, i promise. to me, you remind me of iris by the goo goo dolls and a camera and skateboard always on your person, wanting to believe there’s good in everyone, a love for your father that you don’t know what to do with. hope to see you around, lennon.

full name — lennon saetang nickname(s) — len, lenny ( his dad only ) name meaning — lover, blackbird, cloak age — twenty-nine date of birth — october 25th place of birth —   boston, massachusetts current location — grimrose, new hampshire gender — cis-man pronouns — he/him sexual orientation — homosexual religion — atheist / it’s complicated occupation — photographer for grimrose / freelancer education level  — bachelors in photojournalism   family —  boribun ‘bobby’ saetang, veronica hayworth ( surrogate ) finances — could be better  spoken languages — thai / siamese, english voiceclaim — apo nattawin  powers — the ability to manipulate magnetism and magnetic fields

inspos: peter parker ( marvel ), erik lehnsherr / magneto ( x-men ), dani clayton ( bly manor ), tk strand ( 911 lone star ), charlie kelmeckis ( perks of being a wallflower ), jonathan byers ( stranger things ), luna lovegood ( harry potter ), peeta mellark ( the hunger games ), marianne sheridan ( normal people ), fleabag ( fleabag ) 

tws: alzheimers mentions, death of a parent

your dad doesn’t talk about where he grew up very much, but from what he does say it was magical childhood, his own father and mother wanting to give him the very best when they moved from thailand. start a new life, raise their son, it might not have been a white picket fence kind of childhood but it was a very happy one before ‘the unknown.’ you were born out of love, out of friendship, on purpose, is what your father would used to say when kids would ask why you didn’t have a traditional ‘mom’. it never used to bother you, and it still doesn’t. you are your father’s son, gentle and kind in such an unforgiving world. 

lennon was given the world from his father growing up, it had always been his father, his best friend veronica and her wife, where one went the other two followed. boston was big but it brought a lot of opportunity for a tiny rambunctious child that could never truly stay still. lennon picks up skateboarding after seeing some kids down their street, he wanted to be just as fast. his dad buys him his first skateboard at six, learns how to ride it for himself and then teaches his son. a couple of bruised knees and palms but he never cries. he’s brave when he needs to be, wants to show his dad that he can keep up with the other kids. 

it’s a happy childhood, lennon is a kid that likes to get his hands on everything, loves to learn and see the world in multi-colour, it’s no surprise when he starts picking up his dad’s old camera and shoots whatever his little eye can see. it comes the skateboard and then the camera, and when his dad takes him to his first protest the pictures that come from it are nothing short but spectacular ( as much as they can be for a child just becoming a pre-teen ). these are the two interests that take up most of lennon’s time an energy but he liked painting too but it was always a little messy. 

when lennon comes out at sixteen his dad makes him a cake and treats it like a second birthday. lennon is loved and cared for in ways that he knows most people are not. there’s kids always shuffling in and out of the saetang house because his dad was a dad to all. it makes sense, because his father was a teacher, and a good way. taught everything that he knew to his young boy who had a thirst for knowledge. 

lennon’s teenage years are not as dark and angsty as they could be but his father starts forgetting things, lennon’s solution is to put sticky notes on the things that he forgets, and reminds him gently that, yes you did tell me that, but tell me it again. 

the world doesn’t flip upside suddenly, it’s a slow and agonising flip that’ll take many years to come. lennon grows older and goes to umass and excels. he has a keen interest in photographic journalism and travels all around the world for the things that he finds important, his dad is proud of him, even if sometimes he forgets to remember him. 

lennon lives in a lot of places before finding homebase in nyc and his dad moves to grimrose to try and find his roots. it’s different now, but bobby always comes to visit lennon for the holidays and vacations, claiming new york city has much more to see than his old hometown.

near the end of his dad’s life does his dad find a permanent fixture in lennon’s new york city apartment, it makes sense because lennon finally has a stable job in the city and can take care of him better there. veronica and her wife visit more and more when lennon has to travel for work, what used to be their unconventional family is brought back together again even amidst the slow-burn of his dad’s declining health.

when his dad dies, the world finally flips and lennon doesn’t know what to do with himself. nothing feels like home anymore because his home had always been a person–his dad. lennon was born on purpose, with a purpose, but he suddenly feels directionless. he takes time off, tries to figure out what to do with himself and his life. 

he ends his lease in new york, packs up his things, and whatever left that his father brought, and he moves to grimrose in the search for finding a sense of purpose, but all that he gets is a house that looks like it was left untouched and memories that he tries to reconstruct back to his dad, and a power that he doesn’t know that he has. 

grief sometimes feels like anger and chaos, for such a gentle boy with gentle hands, it doesn’t make sense. 

headcanons: 

he moved into his dad’s childhood home now that he’s passed but keeps fucking up and making a big mess of everything. he’s been finding out a lot of things about his dad that he never told him. his father’s own parents died when lennon was young so he never had much of a solid relationship with them but from what he knew, they had just about as much love as his dad did. 

truly his dad was just about as much of a wanderer in terms of place as lennon, both never liked staying in one place for too long. his dad loved new york city and so he never minded just kind of dropping out of his life at grimrose to live with lennon or even veronica and her wife in california when they moved

lennon never really was an angry or angsty child, though a lot of things were confusing for a boy that couldn’t exactly stand still in one place for too long which was a burden on a lot of teachers trying to calm down a very hyperactive kid 

was and still is, really big into photojournalism but takes on much smaller projects now, doesn’t really want to go out of town too much because its just the last little remnants of his dad 

he’s been taking on photograph commissions on the side for extra cash, some people have even asked him to document their paranormal experiences with his camera even if he’s a little skeptical about all of it

i’ll eventually dive into his powers when it comes to play but it’s essentially magneto from x-men’s powers and that’s a lot for a gentle guy !! literally doesn’t know why he’s so angry all the time but he is 

still kind at heart, wants to give people the benefit of the doubt and second chances

[theghostpinesmusic]

Back in '22, there was a bit less specific hype about Goose and free 4K concert streams were less of a thing, so even though I saw nine (!) shows that year, there aren't a lot of jam videos out there to write up. I technically could link to some of the full-show videos the band has shared since and dig into those, but I do have an actual life, too, and not doing so puts an artificial limit on how many jam posts I write, which is good. But this is why I only posted that "Rosewood Heart" video from my February '22 PNW run, and why I'm only doing a few posts from the Colorado '22 run.

Long story short, there were lots of neat things about the 8/16/22 Dillon Amphitheater show that made it more than worth driving to Colorado from Oregon and then braving the rain and wind and cold to attend. The first set had an extended "Time To Flee" that was...fine. It also featured the debut of the then-new "80s vibe" arrangement of "Indian River" (I'm an all-versions "Indian River" fan, they're all great) and personal favorite and ultra-rarity "The Labyrinth." The set closed with a massive, sunset disco-jam version of "Hot Tea." The second set had a short but amazing take on "Drive," as well as a solid set-closing "Pancakes." But none of that is on YouTube.

One sequence that is on YouTube and that I did want to talk about from 8/16/22 is this combo of "A Western Sun" -> "Moby."

"A Western Sun" is one of my favorite Goose folk/ballad-type songs, and it's one of the first songs that got me into the band based on its lyrics rather than its guitar fireworks. That said, it had a brief period in '22 where, after the song proper there was a drop into a sort-of-unrelated jam, which was pretty cool. Arguably, the best version of this configuration of the song came on 8/16, though I'm biased because this was the first night of the Colorado run I gushed about so much in my previous post. Anyway, add that jam and a segue into the Ted Tapes 2021 instrumental "Moby" and you've got one of the highlights of this run for sure.

You should listen to "A Western Sun" through if you haven't heard the song already because it's great. But the song ends at 7:00 with a segue into a really mellow space. Immediately the rhythm section is a highlight here, with Rick and Peter adding accents around the edges. There was a real Dead-y feel to a lot of the improvisation during both of these Dillon shows, and this initial space is a great example of that.

Also, as I've already hammered a few times in my last couple of posts, I tend to get grumpy about Peter getting relegated (or relegating himself?) to just playing a repeating pattern on the piano during jams, and here he's contributing a lot of melodic ideas that make the jam more interesting than it would be otherwise.

By 10:15 or so, we're in a legitimate groove, with everyone working together to build momentum. Some chording from Rick at 10:55 builds up the intensity, and Trevor jumps on shortly after, launching us into a straight-ahead shredfest. At 11:57, though, Rick backs off again and the rest of the band follows, with he and Peter both exchanging staccato riffs. Pete moves to an electric piano sound, and all of a sudden we're in a space that makes me somehow think of the underwater music in Super Mario 64.

That lasts all of a few seconds, though, because at 12:42 Rick hits on a big ol' bluesy riff and Peter echoes it almost immediately. This pulls everyone else along into another new space. I've been saying this a lot lately, but Trevor is the star here to my ears. Everyone else is building intensity in the background by repeating the same bit, and he's the one improvising over top of it all. It's great.

We stay on this theme, but things open up a bit starting at 14:30, with Rick and Peter both deviating from the main riff more and more and the drums building in energy. Eventually, Rick decides to Burn The Entire Venue Down With Everyone Trapped Inside It, so he does.

At 16:48, we start winding down a bit, and based on Rick's chording, it sounds like we might be headed into another jam portion, but Peter also starts up the Vibe part from "Moby" at the same time. It seems like there might have been a little miscommunication here, because the segue is a little rough, but we land in "Moby" at 17:31, so who's complaining?

As I mentioned above, "Moby" is an instrumental from the Ted Tapes 2021 album, so there's no real "jam" here, per se, but the band obliterates the tune for a few minutes. Rick never quite reaches the full Hendrix-like bodyslam levels he sometimes reaches on this tune during this version, but it's a satisfying landing pad for the big "A Western Sun" jam.

[readnburied]

What I Read in December

Target: 9

Read: 5

At this rate no one should be surprised that I didn’t reach my reading goal for the month as well as for the year. But in my defense I was really busy in the month of December and therefore didn’t get a lot of time to read. It didn’t help that I fell sick as well and didn’t have the strength to read with the cold keeping me company and taking most of my attention. But enough of my sob story, here are the books I read in the month of December. 

A Dowry of Blood by S. T. Gibson 

This book 1 in the series of the same name and follows the story of Dracula and his first wife Constanta, who he turns for his own pleasure as she’s on the verge of death. Together, they conquer lands and live their lives happily until Constanta realizes that Dracula has not been entirely honest with her. So she embarks on a journey of revenge and doesn’t stop until she gets it. 

I really enjoyed reading this book. The best part is that it’s in second person which is something I’ve never read before. At least I don’t recall reading something like that, so it was a novel experience for me and I had a lot of fun reading it. I do recommend everyone to give this book a chance and I can’t wait to read book 2 in the series. 

The Woman in Me by Britney Spears

This is a memoir by the renowned singer Britney Spears and she narrates her life from her childhood until the present. She’s really raw and authentic about her life and recounts every detail with stark clarity. 

I had a great time reading this memoir and since it’s about an individual’s life I won’t give too much of my opinion, but I will say that I couldn’t help putting myself in her shoes and she has been through a lot in life and it’s deeply inspirational how she didn’t let that stop her and came out on top. 

Intrinsical by Lani Woodland 

This is book 1 in The Yara Silva Trilogy and revolves around the life of Yara Silva who is able to see ghosts despite believing she couldn’t because she didn’t want to be like her grandma and be mocked for being able to see ghosts. However, when she sees a dark mist attack Brent on the first day of her new school, Yara knows there’s something big at play and no matter how much she doesn’t want to be a Waker she has no choice but to accept her new reality and save the boy she’s falling for. 

I was bored while reading this book. Plain and simple. I skimmed through most of the middle of the story because I just couldn’t stand it and wanted to finish it because I didn’t have it in me to DNF it. I found the writing style and characters to be incredibly boring and I barely remember what I read. I don’t recommend this book but if any of you want to give it a chance, feel free to do so. 

A Lullaby for Witches by Hester Fox 

This is a standalone novel and revolves around the life of Augusta Podos and Margaret Harlowe who are two different women in two different times, but they have a strange connection between them, and this connection allows Margaret to try and seek justice for herself and live the life that was stolen from her. 

This book was super interesting and I really enjoyed reading it. I won’t say much about this book here because there will be a separate review of it, but I highly recommend this book and I want you all to know that I’ll be reading the rest of the books by this author because I love the gothic stories she writes. 

The Angel and The Devil by Zwahk Muchoney

This is a short story that follows—as the title states—an angel and the devil who end up falling in love despite the laws of heaven and hell which forbids the union of both the breeds. But they’re unable to control what their hearts want and are brave enough to face the wrath of fate. 

I don’t really read short stories because I don’t get many chances of reading them but this story was emailed to me in return for an honest review and I have to say I really enjoyed reading this story. I loved the knowledge the author has in terms of the names of the angels and demons. If the author coined those names then I have to say it’s a really creative move, but even if the names are not coined, I love the knowledge of celestial beings. I also enjoyed the chemistry between the two main characters and I’m so glad they ended up together. I especially loved the ending and in my opinion the author wrote a really smooth and appropriate ending, and I have to say I can learn a thing or two about writing short stories from this author. Please do give this story a chance, because it is definitely worth a read. 

And that’s it. These are the books and stories I read in the month of December. Let me know if you’ve read any of the books mentioned above and if you did then what did you think of them. And if not, which book do you want to read? Now that the year has ended, let’s see how much I can read in the next year. 

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[A4A] Fairy Cares for their Injured Orc [Comfort] [Romantic] [Fairy speaker] [Orc listener] [Short and sweet]

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Synopsis: The speaker, a fairy, is in for a shock when their orc partner comes home injured. As their partner explains how they got into a fight, the fairy feels as though some details are being left out, and they’re acting strange.

Key:

[SFX and Action]

(.) Short pause

(...) Longer pause

(Voice instruction)

Word Count: 804

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FAIRY: Sweetie! You’re home! Oh, I missed you so much!

(.) [Big hug] Oh! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to – oh my gods, what happened?!

(.) (Panicked) Where did all these cuts and bruises come from? And that gash in your side – you’re still bleeding!

(.) It isn’t nothing! You’re hurt! Hurry and come in. Oh, my poor sweet love. Let me help you sit… There we go. Now, wait here. I’ll be right back. [Hurried footsteps] I’m back! I brought a cloth and some water to clean you up. Unfortunately, my healing magic doesn’t account for germs, so that gash will need a little extra TLC if we don’t want it to get infected. Don’t worry, I promise I’ll be gentle.

(.) (Confused) I don’t have to –? Of course I’ll be gentle!

(.) Because I love you! And you deserve someone to be gentle with you. Now, stay still. This will sting a bit.

(.) (Hums in sympathy) I know, sweetie. I’m sorry. You’re being so brave.

(.) Huh? What do you mean? I'm not... I don't think I'm babying you. Anyway, the wound is clean now. I can use my magic to close it up.

(.) Wh – you're acting strange. you never just... shrug me off like this. What happened?

(.) A fight?! You mean – with another orc in the clan? How did you get into a fight?

(.) I know you said orcs are, ah, encouraged to solve things through violence, but you also told me you prefer to solve things peacefully.

(.)

I’m not mad, sweetie; I would never be mad at you defending yourself. I’m just worried about what kind of situation would cause you to fight, let alone leave you so hurt. You’re the toughest orc that I know; what could have possibly broken your defenses?

(.) Oh hush, I’m going to worry regardless. Please tell me.

(.) So… Another orc said you and I shouldn’t be together? That’s what started everything? Well – well, that’s – oh, sweetie, I’m so sorry! You shouldn’t have to deal with that. I mean, we knew from the start of our relationship that not everyone would approve, but… I didn’t expect things to turn physical.

(.)

Huh? What do you mean?

(.)

Wait – you threw the first punch? Why?!

(.) So what if they called me weak! Aren’t I? Despite my magic abilities, I’m not as physically strong as an orc. They aren’t wrong –

(.)

(Gasp / noise of surprise)

Oh… I guess I didn’t think of it as putting myself down. I’m sorry. But still! I don’t want you getting yourself hurt over something as inconsequential as words.

(.)

Why do their words matter? Since when do you care what other people say?

(.)

There’s something else, isn’t there? Something you’re not telling me… Just who did you fight with?

(.)

(Angry) It matters because you’re not being yourself right now! You come home covered in injuries, won’t let me tend you properly, and then get short with me; how do you think that makes me feel?

(.)

(Sigh) (Gentle) It’s okay, sweetie. I forgive you. Please just be open with me.

(.)

Your brother? The hunter? When did he get back from his trip?

(.)

I see… and I guess he didn’t take the news of me moving in very well.

(.)

He thinks I’m making you soft? Is that why you turned down my healing magic, to seem tough? Oh, sweetie…

(.)

Leave?! Both of us?! Well, it’s hardly his decision! I do my part and follow the rules. If he has an issue, he can take it up with the clan leader.

(.)

Of course he wouldn’t. He’d have no argument; I’m the best healer in the clan.

(.)

Don’t worry too much about him. He can be angry all he wants; I don’t plan on going anywhere.

(.)

If he does, then we’ll face him together.

(.)

Ah, ah, ah! No arguing! We’re a team, remember?

(.)

Good. But please, no more starting fights.

(.)

Yes, even if you finish them!

(.)

Don’t look at me with those eyes, love. I mean it.

(.)

(Giving in) Oh… Well, fine! You start a fight sometimes, as a treat. But only when it is absolutely necessary, you hear me? And I trust you not to take things too far.

(.)

Now, do I have to pay a visit to your ass of a brother, or did you leave him coherent enough to take care of himself?

(.)

Well, that’s good at least. Still, it would’ve been funny to see the look on his face when he realized he needed my healing. Speaking of… May I tend to those injuries now?

(.)

Come here, then, sweetie. Let’s get you all fixed up.

[Magic SFX]

There, no more gash! Isn’t that better?

(.)

(Giggles) Yes, I can use my healing kisses, too.

[Gentle kisses]

Better?

(.)

Oh, your lips hurt, do they? I can take care of that.

[Kiss]

Hehe, there’s my big strong orc.

(.)

I love you, too.

END