#wanted to prove to myself that i can do him so much more justice than the last time i drew him

[thapunqueen]

and who could forget dear rat boy

[hardstraykidshours]

Can I make a request?👉🏻👈🏻🥺

Y/N wakes up from a wet dream needy af but Minho isn’t next to her (he’s in the bathroom or something) and she nearly starts crying from frustration before he comes back. Make it absolute filth thank you

anon. anon please have mercy on me. i am mere mortal. this idea had my head spinningggggggggg wowowwowowwow! wet dreams about minho???? wowie zowie.

i hope you like it - i've never written anything quite like this before so i hope i did your wonderful idea justice with the level of filth requested.

❤️ courtney & abbie

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pairing: minho x afab!reader

genre: smut smut smut, 18+ (minors dni)

length: 2.0k

warnings: profanity, sexual/suggestive content, wet dream, dom!minho, sub!reader, masturbation (f), sex toys, choking, teasing, praise, pet names, unprotected sex (please wrap before you tap), afab reader, nsfw 18+ (minors dni)

you wake up with heavy breath, a sheen of sweat covering your skin as your eyes quickly blink awake. you stir and feel the noticeable wetness between your legs. needless to say you had a pretty intense sex dream about minho last night. your mind was still reeling at all of the things you imagined, the things he's done to you, the things you need him to do to you. you rub your thighs together to relieve the ache in your core.

as you turn over to glance at minho's side of the bed, you realize he isn't there. that's when you notice the dim glow of the bathroom light shining under the bathroom door as the water to the shower turns on. minho has a really busy day ahead of him, so even though you crave him desperately right now, you know he needs to head to work early, and you don't want to distract him. but the feeling between your legs is proving more and more difficult to ignore.

'well it's nothing I can't take care of myself I guess, i've got some time while he's in the shower anyways,' you think to yourself as you pull your panties down to allow yourself access.

dipping your hand underneath the blankets, you rub your fingers through your dripping folds. you honestly shock yourself with how wet your are, that dream about minho worked you up more than you thought. you throw your head back slightly as you lightly graze over your clit. you reach into the nightstand and pull out your vibrator, clicking it on before gently pushing it inside your aching pussy. you're careful to not moan too loudly so minho won't hear. you usually only masturbate when minho isn't home because if you're both needy, you just have sex, so there was something a little embarrassing about doing so while he's in the other room, which is why you're careful to not cause too much of a ruckus.

even though you're as horny as you are right now, you need more, the things you're doing just aren't enough. you feel like you're concentrating on this so hard, and the fact that this isn't even scratching the itch could make you cry from sexual frustration. growing more impatient, you try and focus even harder, which is why you don't even notice the shower turned off quite some time ago. it isn't until minho opens the door from the bathroom that you're snapped back to reality from your haze of frustration, and you realize the situation at hand.

minho stares blankly at you, hair still damp from the shower and wearing only a pair of sweats. you meet his gaze sheepishly. if your hand underneath the covers wasn't enough obvious enough, the flush on your cheeks and the gentle buzz of your vibrator make it all the more clear as to what's going on. you don't think you've ever turned off a toy faster in your life, immediately discarding it onto the bed next you as you scramble to sit upwards in the bed.

"um hi, i can, i can explain," you stammer.

"i mean it was pretty clear you were masturbating," he states matter of factly, his expression increasingly difficult to read.

"i just, i had a dream about you, and i just needing to get some...stuff out my system. and i know you're so busy today that i didn't want you to run late for work or anything just to fuck me, so i thought, i thought i could just fix the problem myself," you rush to explain the situation to him, face growing hot in the process.

"did you?" he asks.

"did i what?" you respond, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"did you fix the problem yourself?" he clarifies, eyes growing dark with lust.

"oh," you begin, finding it hard to meet his gaze. "um...no. no i didn't. no matter how hard i focused, it was like my body knew it wasn't what i really wanted, so i couldn't get there. it was honestly frustrating."

he slowly crosses the room to you until he's standing at the foot of the bed. "maybe you weren't doing it right."

your eyebrows scrunch in confusion once again, trying to understand what he means.

"show me what you were doing, princess. show me how you were touching yourself," he states, voice surprisingly calm for such a request. "then we can see how we might fix your little problem."

"min, what about work?" you inquire.

"work can wait, this is important," he responds.

your heart beats so fast you think it'll pound out of your chest, cheeks growing redder by the second. obviously minho has seen you in every way possible before, but something about him watching you touch yourself has your blood pumping.

you slowly pull the blankets off of your body, revealing your naked lower half. reaching over, you timidly grab the vibrator and turn it on, immediately continuing your motions as you previously were but much more sheepishly.

"that's it, princess," minho coos, his gaze hot on your skin as his stares at your hand between your legs. "tell me what you dreamt about."

he doesn't miss the way the command makes your pussy clench around the toy. you swallow deeply, trying to find the confidence for such admissions.

"dreamt about you, min," you begin between deep breaths and light moans. "about you inside me, filling me up so good like you always do. about your fingers playing with me. about your pretty hand around my throat."

his dick is getting harder by the second, and you see an obvious bulge forming in his sweatpants.

"you dreamt about all that, baby? you wanted me that bad?" he taunts seductively.

"so bad," you pant.

"wanted me so bad you couldn't wait. you just had to touch your pretty little pussy without me," he shakes his head in fake disappointment. you feel your walls clench around the vibrator again as his words skate across your skin, causing goosebumps to form. "well, from what I can tell, you certainly know how to touch yourself. so i wonder what we could possibly do to fix your problem..."

"min," you whimper.

"yes, princess?" he coos as he crawls on the bed towards you until he's hovering over you.

"please," you beg. "you. you could fix my problem."

"i agree," he states before placing a long kiss on your lips.

he slowly reaches down between your bodies and takes the vibrator from your hand before he starts to pump it in and out of you, pushing it to far inside that his fingers brush across your entrance.

"so wet," he moans against your skin as he presses his lips on your neck. "you really did get all hot and bothered."

he pulls the vibrator out and places it against your clit, causing you to arch your back off the bed as you mewl. he lifts himself upwards slightly so he can look you. he gently places his free hand around your throat.

"this is what you dreamt about?" he asks. you nod rapidly.

he squeezes the pressure points on your neck ever so slightly, never stopping his work with the vibrator against your clit. you moan, the whole sensation has you seeing stars.

"min," is all you manage to get out.

"you like that? i'm making all your dreams come true," he smiles devilishly, drinking in the sight of you slowly coming undone beneath him.

"need you," you finally moan out.

"you've got me, princess," he responds with a kiss to your temple as he lowers his hand from your throat to brace himself above you again.

"need you inside," you clarify.

he sets the vibrator to the side and climbs off the bed to rid himself of his sweats and underwear before settling between your legs again. he rubs his cock through your folds, coating himself with your juices.

"fuck," he moans under his breath. your fingers dig into his shoulder for support.

"ready?" he asks.

"ready," you affirm as he places a soft kiss on your cheek.

he places his tip at your entrance, teasing you as he pushes in ever so slightly only to pull out again.

you playfully glare at him. "min, please, now is not the time for games."

"sorry, you know i love to tease a little," he says with a giggle before kissing your jaw. he leans in closer to your ear. "i especially love to tease after you decided to play with your pussy by yourself, after denying me that pleasure."

he slowly pushes into you as he finishes his sentence, stretching you out in all the right ways. you both hiss as he bottoms out. he takes a second to let you get adjusted to him. after the appropriate amount of time, he finally starts to pump in and out of you. the wetness from all of your arousal and pent up sexual frustration makes it easy for him to slide within you.

"shit, baby, you feel so good. squeezing my cock so good," he grunts between jagged breath. his compliment makes your walls clench around him.

he continues to grind into you, hips connecting each time as he thrusts deeply. eventually he sits up his knees and pulls your hips toward him to tilt you upwards as he continues to thrust into you. the new angle makes you feel him so much deeper, making you feel impossibly full. he grabs the vibrator, turns it on, and places it right on your clit as he continues his motions inside you as he hits that sweet spot inside your cunt. all the new sensations cause you to feel that all to familiar knot building in your core.

"just like that. so close," you mumble between moans.

"cum for me, princess. show me how much you needed me after that little dream of yours," he commands.

your legs begin to shake as your orgasm comes barreling over you. throwing your head back against the pillow, you moan his name like a mantra as your walls clench and relax around him. watching your pleasure wash over you and feeling your cunt squeezing his cock sends minho to his release. moans and grunts are the only things slipping past his lips as hips stutter against you as he cums deep inside you.

he pulls out and collapses from exhaustion onto the bed next you. he notices some of his cum leaking out of you, and he's quick to use his fingers to shove it back inside you, making you gasp at the sudden contact against your overstimulated pussy.

"i'll let you keep that for later to tide you over until I get home," he whispers in your ear, breath dancing across your skin.

you and minho lay there for a moment catching your breath and recollecting your thoughts.

"you know," he finally begins, the tips of his ears turning red. "if you ever have dreams like that, you can always tell me. it's hot knowing that you dream about me like that. and I can tell you when I have dreams about you too."

"i know," you say sheepishly. "i normally would have but your schedule is so busy and i just needed some relief, so i really thought i could just finish things off myself really fast."

"i appreciate that. and i by no means want to prevent you from having some self care," he says. "but if i'm home and we're both horny, please tell me. believe me, i will always make room in my schedule to fuck you."

"thank you," you reply with a laugh. "same here."

his ears grow red again.

"anyways, i love you so much, but i guess i should go to work," he says with a sigh as he gets up from the bed.

"i love you," you say as he leans down to kiss you. "have a good day."

"you too. maybe you should take a nap today, have another dream about me. i wanna hear more of your fantasies when I get home, princess," he says with a playful wink.

[tea-earl-grey]

Voyager character dnd classes

see the other series here!

Janeway: paladin. literally no question she literally made an oath to get her crew home, she is a prototypical paladin. i started this series of posts because i realized how much of a paladin Janeway is.

Chakotay: paladin. i struggled a bit with Chakotay but he is obviously someone very dedicated to truth and justice and was willing to go off on his own path to fulfill that dream of justice when he joined the Maquis and that's very paladin of him.

Tuvok: monk. i think a lot of Vulcans have big monk energy due to their intense almost monastical studies and devotion to logic and Tuvok is a prime example who is highly trained in both physical and mental discipline and sought to help others (Kes, Suder) exercise that same discipline.

Torres: sorcerer. Torres very much lacks the formal training that a usual Starfleet engineer (or wizard) would have but (in my opinion) has even more natural talent for ambitious engineering and manages to be a miracle worker not through some pact or intelligence but just through sheer force of will.

Kim: wizard. look in the show, Torres and Kim were kind of presented as opposites (the Maquis vs Starfleet) with the personality differences to match despite having a vaguely similar set of skills and capabilities. so it really makes sense that if Torres is a sorcerer, Kim would be a wizard with all the traditional by the book learning that entails.

Paris: fighter. Tom Paris is a fighter and i don't have much of an argument other than ~vibes~ and the fact that only a fighter would think he could tank the damage from going warp 10 and then start turning into a salamander.

EMH: cleric/bard multiclass. look the EMH was literally designed to be a doctor. when he was first activated that was his entire purpose and nothing else so i don't think i can really argue that he isn't a cleric. but as he started to exist for longer, he consistently wanted to be something more (specifically a singer, see Virtuoso). i need to emphasize. he's not a good bard. he doesn't provide inspiration or support to anyone. but the fact is that he needs to prove he can be something more.

Neelix: bard. do i have to explain myself? Neelix is very much a jack of all trades master of none kind of character. he dabbles in pretty much everything and 90% of his scenes exist to give support and encouragement to other characters.

Seven: warlock. even in-universe, the Borg (when they're at they're best) are portrayed as this eerie eldritch entity so i think it would make sense that in dnd mechanics, even though Seven broke away from the Borg, she maintained that pact with them in order to keep performing sorts of magical acts (like her increased strength and like. bringing people back from the dead). but she also very much has that same darkness and melancholy that a warlock has from a pact with an ambiguously evil being.

Kes: druid. no question about this one. she has an affinity for plants and vague but powerful supernatural abilities drawn from the literal energy of the universe.

please feel free to reply with your own headcanons! i'd love to read them.

[nofomogirl]

What we know and don't know after Good Omens S2

Honestly, it's mostly what we don't know.

This was originally meant to be an intro to Before the Beginning (part 1.5.) - a post in my series of posts discussing what we learn from the opening scene of S2 - but I've decided to make it its own thing after all.

I just enjoy reminding myself and others what we know for sure and what is just a theory or a headcanon. So here I go.

#1 The Fall

I've already written about the Fall shortly after S2 aired: Implications of Metatron's offer

My points still stand, except now that I think about it I might have put too much stock in Metatron's words. I think they prove less than I was willing to believe back then, as it's not difficult to imagine they might have all been a bluff.

In short: we don't know what the Fall is and how it actually works.

All that we know is that it happened once, and in the process, part of the angels were transformed and became demons.

The rest is just a long list of questions.

#2 Crowley's Fall

We're not much wiser when it comes to the circumstances of one specific Anthony J. Crowley's Fall.

Let's look at the very few facts we have:

In S1 Crowley claims that "he didn't really fall, he just sauntered vaguely downwards", "he only ever asked questions [and] it was all it took to be a demon", and "he didn't mean to fall, he just hung around the wrong people".

Neil Gaiman suggested more than once that Crowley isn't the most reliable narrator when it comes to his own Fall, and while he's not as bad as Heaven believes, he's also not as good as he thinks.

In Job's minisode, when Aziraphale is on the brink of questioning God's sense of justice ("Yes. But..."), Crowley tells him that was how it started for him too.

We learned from Furfur that Crowley actively took part in the dubious battle on the plains of Heaven just before the Fall.

In the finale, Metatron isn't the slightest bit surprised Crowley didn't take his offer and comments he "always did want to go his own way. Always asking damn fool questions too."

What does it all tell us? Nothing specific, except that perhaps we were a bit too quick to take Crowley's word that he hasn't done anything that would warrant any kind of punishment.

Questioning God's way of doing things was just how it STARTED for him. Asking damn fool questions was something he did TOO.

In short - we have no idea what really happened.

#3 Memory erasure

It's one of those popular headcanons that have been around at least since S1 and got canonically confirmed in S2.

We now know it's something that exists.

And that's where our knowledge ends.

Everything we really saw in the show was Gabriel getting sentenced to having his memories of being Gabriel removed. Then he very quickly moved his whole self to the fly to save it and we don't actually get to see what the result would be if Heaven did it. Would he be the same returned-to-factory-settings goofball or would he be given some memories to fill the blank spaces?

Is it actually possible to plant false memories in someone's head or can you only delete them?

Are memories really erased or just made inaccessible? Gabriel could still force himself to access some of his old memories. Was it because that's how it works and everybody could do it theoretically or was it because the memory-erasing procedure wasn't performed properly in his case?

We know it can be done remotely, but what is the range?

How precise and selective can it be? Gabriel was meant to forget everything. Perhaps that's the only way and you cannot pick and choose what one remembers or not.

We do not know.

#4 Aziraphale and Crowley's relationship

In S2 we have learned that they knew each other before the Fall. But all we saw was one meeting that appeared to be the first one to boot, judging by the fact that Aziraphale introduced himself.

We don't really know if they met again after that, how well they got to know each other, and how close they became.

It's not impossible, that when Aziraphale insists he knew the angel Crowley was, he's not even right about that...

#5 Aziraphale's and Crowley's memories

Last but not least, whatever Aziraphale and Crowley knew initially and whatever events they were part of or witnessed, we have no way of knowing what memories they've kept AND if they're even aware one or both of them might be missing something.

There may be important things that only one of them remembers but since I doubt they've ever compared notes, he operates under the wrong assumption that the other is aware of it too.

Anything is possible, really.

I've seen many convincing theories regarding all of the above and plenty of delightful headcanons. I'm just listing it to keep in mind all the questions remain open.

[odditycircus-2002]

Mortal Kombat 1 Intros with Medusa!Reader Part II

Li Mei

Y/N: Are you sure we cannot keep the traitor as a lovely ornament?

Li Mei: Reiko has to face trial like anyone else, Y/N.

/

Y/N: I still regret that I could not have done more for Sindel.

Li Mei: I know it pains you, but no one is accusing you of doing nothing.

/

Y/N: I am not sure I can give a testimony without trying to kill Shang Tsung on sight.

Li Mei: Justice cannot function properly unless you follow it thoroughly.

/

Y/N: I hope you're still not holding it against Syzoth for disturbing the lantern festival.

Li Mei: After everything he's done for the Empire? I'll let him off with a warning this time.

/

Li Mei: It is thanks to you that most of Sun Do's constables survived our battle with Shao and his allies.

Y/N: I am glad to hear they made full recoveries.

/

Li Mei: You must put your faith in justice.

Y/N: There is no such thing as it, the best I could hope for is revenge.

/

Li Mei: It still baffles me that you managed to slip away from me the first time you came to the palace.

Y/N: What can I say? I've always been the slippery type.

Kitana

Y/N: I am presuming that Li Mei wishes to speak with me about slipping hallucinogenic mushrooms into the rebel army's food supply.

Kitana: You did what now?!

/

Y/N wistfully: It seems like only yesterday to me that I helped bring you into the world.

Kitana: Time tends to fly by like that, Y/N.

/

Y/N surprised: I understand honoring Baraka, but Mileena wants to do the same with me?

Kitana: You have served Outworld with as much determination and loyalty as any honored soldier, Y/N

/

Y/N: I am truly sorry I couldn't save your mother.

Kitana: My family and I know more than anyone how hard you try to keep her alive.

/

Kitana: By the gods, NO! That is absolutely a cruel idea.

Y/N: How is throwing food that is secretly explosives worse than Shao weaponizing Onaga?

/

Kitana: Perhaps you should stop coming to the strategy meetings...

Y/N: Is this about my latest suggestion?

/

Kitana: You have a sister?

Y/N: Yes, but we're not as close as you and Mileena.

Liu Kang

Liu Kang: Even though he proves to be resilient, I’d be wary of Baraka loosing control.

Y/N: Have you forgotten I too was once a beauty now a turned beast?

/

Liu Kang: Baraka and his fellow Tarkatans view you as a beacon of hope for all you’ve done for them.

Y/N: Only because NO ONE elssse would help those poor unfortunate soulsss!

/

Liu Kang: Do not become tempted by Shang Tsung’s Well of Souls.

Y/N: If you had any chance of saving the one you loved from a cruel fate, wouldn’t you take it? /

Y/N: I asked you to kill me in a previous timeline???

Liu Kang: Kronika made it so you cannot go on without Shang Tsung. /

Y/N: I was a dangerous enemy in a past timeline, why didn’t you erase me for good?

Liu Kang: Because I had hoped that with better circumstances, you’d turn out kinder.

/

Y/N: I am grateful that you didn’t have me predestined to marry Shang Tsung

Liu Kang: As am I that you had an actual choice to choose who to love.

/

Y/N: I hope you do not expect I pray to you, not when I have to rely on myself to heal others.

Liu Kang: No, I do not need any of the sort, Y/N.

Kiu Liang (Scorpion)

Y/N: For freeing me from Shang Tsung and Quan-chi, I am in your debt till death.

Kiu Liang: I could not stand idly by and let the Sorcerers continue to use you.

/

Y/N: Thank you again for those earthrealm medical books you've gifted me.

Kiu Liang: May they prove to greatly help your cause.

/

Y/N: Truth be told, I envy that you and your new bride have life to look forward to together.

Kiu Liang: I understand why your heart would be in such turmoil.

/

Y/N: My venom is more than strong enough to overpower yours.

Kiu Liang: But can you take the force of my sting?

/

Kiu Liang: Baraka and the rest of the Colony are fortunate to have you as their healer.

Y/N: As is the Shirai Ryu for having you as Grandmaster.

/

Kiu Liang: I promise you, my clan and I will ensure that Bi-han is tried for his crimes-

Y/N angrily hisses: I do NOT care that he'sssss your brother! He must be cut like the tumor he is for hisssss attack on the colony!

/

Kiu Liang: You taught Outworlds High Mage hydromancy?

Y/N: Only the basics. He bringsssss me great shame for abusing the magic he's learned.

Sub-Zero (Bi-Han)

Y/N: Kuia-Liang will be disappointed that he's not the one who finished you.

Bi-Han: He will be disappointed to know you died thinking you could.

/

Y/N: You are plague to everything you touch.

Bi-Han: Only to those who would stand against me or my clan.

/

Y/N angrily and hissing: You killed my patientssss!!!

Bi-Han: I did them a favor by releasing them from their misery.

/

Y/N: Taking Shang Tsung's offer was a foolish mistake.

Bi-Han: You're right. I do not need his sorcery to bring power and glory to my clan.

/

Bi-Han: What manner of illness did you give my Lin Kuei, witch?!

Y/N patronizingly: I thought your clan was supposed to be stronger.

/

Bi-Han: I know your cold blood will stand no chance against my cryomancy.

Y/N: Actually, I ssstill remain warm-blooded.

/

Bi-Han: Your hydromancy has no chance against my cryromancy.

Y/N: Have you forgotten what ice is made from, Bi-han?

Rain

Rain: Why did you never teach ME how to control blood?

Y/N: I wished to spare you of the magic’s cost of madness.

/

Rain: I will always regret my crimes against Seido

Y/N: If you’re truly remorseful, then their ssssouls shall haunt you till the day you die. /

Y/N: I did NOT teach you how to control water, sssso you could dishonor me or your family!

Rain: I know how deeply I’ve shamed all of you. /

Rain: With the magic you know, why did you never pursue becoming High Mage?

Y/N: To avoid being overwhelmed with ambition asssss you were. /

Y/N: Your once cleansing water are ssssstained with the blood of Seido’s victims.

Rain: It is something I can never truly wash away. /

Rain: I have surpassed your water magic!

Y/N: How bold to assume that I’ve taught you EVERYTHING about water’s capabilitiessss.

/

Y/N: You want to come with ME into the Kytinn Hive???

Rain: So I can finally start my penance.

[phoenixkaptain]

Nineties Tim Drake is a balancing act of being perfectly confident and competent when in the heat of battle, being completely sure of himself and being capable of changing his plans on a dime and all-around being borderline scary because of how well he can read his opponents moves and react to them, but outside of combat he is an awkward little duck boy who wants to befriend other superheroes but is also internally fanboying a bit over meeting other superheroes, so he comes across as stilted and nervous in social situations.

Yes I’m thinking about Tim Drake again. Did I ever truly stop thinking about Tim Drake? Who cares?

Tim is so funny because he is completely confident, the picture of a perfect leader, but the very second he has time to think about anything, he doubts literally everything he’s ever done. The Baseball Arc (my beloved) is a great example because Tim doesn’t trust himself, doesn’t actually believe what he’s doing will work, thinks he’s dooming two separate planets by being stupid. The comic goes out of its way to show us Tim doubting himself, because when he’s actually out on the field, playing baseball for the lives of billions of people (and yes, that is the funniest thing I’ve ever typed in my whole life) Tim is the complete opposite. More than trusting himself, he asks his friends to trust him, to believe in him that he can make them win a dumb baseball game and that he knows what he’s doing.

And they do trust him! That’s what really sticks, in Young Justice! The others trust Robin, they trust Tim, with their lives and the lives of everyone they know and care about. They trust him to do what he says he will, and he pushes himself so that he never lets them down because letting them down would prove that his doubts are correct.

But, even as he exceeds expectations, Tim is still doubting himself. He doubts that he’s a good enough Robin. He doubts that he lives up to Jason’s and Dick’s legacy. He doubts that he lives up to Bruce’s standards. He doubts that his plans will work, even as he comes up with a billion contingencies in the case that they don’t. He doubts himself, and Young Justice shows us this multiple times.

Tim Drake has a constant struggle with himself, with his internal voice that tells him he isn’t on the same level as the heroes he surrounds himself with.

But, the Young Justice team don’t believe he’s subpar. They’re baffled by him, they don’t understand him, they can’t read him at all, but they trust him and it means a lot to me that Tim can take the trust they put in him and build himself up with it. He trusts them just as much as they trust him.

He trusts them more than they trust themselves. He trusts Impulse even while everyone else thinks Bart is just an impulsive boy who can’t sit still. He trusts Wonder Girl even while Cassie doubts herself in similar ways that he does. He trusts Superboy even while Superboy struggles with everything under the sun. Tim even trusts Secret! Do you know how hard it is to trust Secret? Secret literally tried to murder Stephanie and Tim was just like “Girls will be girls” (I blame the writers for being sexist, but it is really funny to think that Tim thinks of girls in the same way people say “boys will be boys.” Like, he thinks that all applies to girls, not boys. Look who he surrounds himself with, Tim is more shocked when girls don’t punch each other to show affection)

Anyway, long story short, I fucking love how Tim is the most capable awkward little duck man in the world and I support him more than I support myself-

[fictionalmenownmyheart]

If your requests are still open can you write one with Miles Teller where the reader is in the military (you can decide which branch) and she helps him get ready for his role as Bradley “ROOSTER” Bradshaw and also helps on set. Then while filming that’s when the reader finds out she’s pregnant and enlists in the casts help in telling Miles.

Baby Teller • miles teller

I hope I’ve done you’re amazing request justice. After the mention of incorporating the idea of protective Miles from @nickie-amore that isn’t on the request I just had to give it a go and include it, it is short and brief though so I hope that is still okay! At first it scared me that I wouldn’t be able to write for this request but I really enjoyed this. I will disclaimer that I have no US Military knowledge what so ever so I’ve done some research for this in terms of rank and the roles in the different armed forces so I left the detailing very vague. I can’t speak for all the great service women out there so I’m sorry if my portrayal is incorrect. I apologise if it doesn’t replicate your vision for your request in the way I have executed it. Also I should say that there are some time skips of when everything takes place so I’ll separate them and hope that it’s clear enough.

You can read Part 2 here.

Gif is not mine, belongs to the owner.

Warnings: not a lot of Miles until towards the end, fluff

Miles Teller x fem!reader

Word count: 2.5k

After we had found out the great news that Miles was going to be in the sequel film of Top Gun everything changed. I was so happy for him, I knew this role meant a lot to him and I also knew he wanted to do it for me. As a woman in the US military I was sadly use to the odd derogatory terms that were thrown at me, times have certainly changed enough to allow me to do the role I do, just as good (if not better than) my fellow skilled aircraft specialists but it doesn’t mean they choose to accept me. Because of the countless times I have wondered if I was good enough and if I actually should have my rank in the Air Force working as an Airforce Mechanic specialising in maintaining and repairing the planes having to prove myself wasn’t always easy and no one knows that better than Miles. He’s been my biggest supporter and helped me make the choice to enlist in the first place all those years ago before we had even started dating and were just friends.

The whole reason why he auditioned for the role of Rooster, as far as I was aware and could only speak for myself, is because he wanted to understand my life, the life my dad and grandfather led before me and the whole reason why I joined the US Air Force. Before I became a Teller, I was a(n) (Y/L/N) and it certainly showed in the path I chose to take.

Even though I’m not a part of the Navy, I know a hell of a lot about planes and the mechanics behind them. What I didn’t expect was for him to want me to be there every step of the way of filming, him wanting to do it all justice and as realistic as possible was his reasoning for having me behind the scenes and no one disagreed with that. There was even mention of including my name in the closing credits (how crazy is that?!). So that’s what I did, whenever he or any of the other cast or crew asked any questions I answered them as best as I could with my knowledge that 9 times out of 10 came in handy.

I loved getting to know everyone, they became another family like how I was with my brothers and sisters in my regiment were and what was even more lovely was that they all included me in it as well.

As filming got underway all of Miles’ focus went on his performance of getting into his role and I was giving as much advice as I could as well as enjoying seeing my husband at work in his element being so tirelessly busy so it came as a shock to me after I found out that what I thought was a little stomach bug going around set was something much more permanent, well at least for the next 9 months or so. I can’t deny it must have been the moustache, it should be a crime to look that good with one.

“Hey that’s the fourth time in an hour you’ve been going to the bathroom. Are you okay (Y/N)?” Monica ever the observer asks me after I come back from the toilets for the fourth time in an hour like she so correctly pointed out. Me and Monica had formed such a great bond, don’t get me wrong we all had, but maybe it’s because I see myself in the role that she’s playing as Phoenix so much, being one of the women in essentially a “man’s world”, she was doing it justice and letting us have the recognition we deserved. It’s hard and draining at times but the job as a whole is also so rewarding and I couldn’t see myself giving it up. I wouldn’t change it for the world, the good and bad times because that’s shaped me for who I am now and there’s no time dwelling on past situations when the future is right ahead of us.

I look into her brown eyes before checking that the surrounding area is clear, when I’m happy that no one is in close range to hear us I reply. “I found out yesterday morning that I’m pregnant, roughly six weeks along so still early days.”

I watch as her eyes widen and I cover her mouth with my hand before she can utter a word but I hear a slight catch in her throat sound out slightly. “You’re the only person I’ve told. Miles doesn’t know yet, to be honest I don’t know how to tell him. Even though we’ve been together for a long time we’ve only been married over a year and I know there are some future projects he wants to be involved with. I know he’s going to be happy, so happy, but I understand he’s focused on filming right now and it means so much to him I don’t want the news to mess with his head frame for filming so please don’t tell him, I’m not ready ye-“ I’m caught off guard as Monica reciprocates my actions from seconds before seizing my rambling with the palm of her hand and making me drop mine in shock.

Her eyebrows furrow as I see her process my words over in her mind. “When are you going to tell him then?”

She looks at me anticipating my reply, I stare back the silence growing awkward, I look down at the palm still covering my mouth. “Oh yeah, sorry about that.” She chuckles and I roll my eyes good heartedly before joining in with her laughter.

“Well I was thinking of probably telling him on the last day of filming, I was hoping you and the boys would help me.” I try and pull my best puppy dog eyes which seems to work quite well on her. I knew they would, they always catch Miles out and haven’t failed me yet.

“Say no more, I’m sure they’ll be thrilled to help.”

Ever since then me and Monica and the boys have been catching up and spending as much time revising the plan as possible to tell Miles during their time when they’re not needed onscreen. Miles has been none the wiser which has helped the plan commence even better than I could have asked for.

As the days have drawn closer to the impending anticipated end date of filming and my bump continuing to grow and being kept hidden by lots of loose fitting attire I also grew more nervous as every day passed. Even though Miles, as far as I was aware, had no clue about the plan I couldn’t say the same about my newfound distance I was putting between the two of us unintentionally of course. Because the bump was more prominent now I was more inclined to shy away from his touch which was the hardest thing to do when all I wanted was to cuddle up close and share the good news but it had to be done for the sake of the unveiling that wouldn’t be long now.

“Y/N have you seen my Hawaiian shirt? I can’t find it anywhere.”

“Which one? There’s many of them.”

“The cream and kinda green one, I wore it during the bar scene. I need it for filming because we’re reshooting it tomorrow.”

He doesn’t but we’ve had everyone pretend that they’re going to be reshooting a scene when in actual fact it’s going to be the grand reveal and filming was completely finished which he didn’t know just yet.

I’m no seamstress by any means so one of the lovely costume designers actually used a template and replicated his Hawaiian shirt using the actual one he wears walking into the bar (the one he is currently looking for) but making it a smaller scale and it honestly turned out so cute. I couldn’t wait to see his reaction, and I didn’t have to wait too long now.

The time was finally here, after I sent him off in search of a shirt I knew he wouldn’t be able to find I went the meet with the cast. I find them in the bar, cameras placed hidden in plain sight but only if you knew where to look. I wanted to capture this moment forever and Tom managed to pull some stings for it to happen. Not only was my name going to be in the credits but this video was going to play at the very end too, my nerves were increased to the max because I knew this could only be done in one take and there was no places for screw ups.

I’d asked Glen to send a message to Miles to ask him to join us for “filming” so he should be here any second.

“Hey everyone.” He says when he walks through the door, his face set in confusion as he does a double take at seeing all of the cast sat at the tables and bar stools around one side of the bar.

I clear my throat before standing up so he can see me more easily. His face lights up as he begins to head in my direction and I meet him half way, feeling everyone’s eyes on us as I prepare to tell him the news. I leave my hands behind my back so he can’t see the neatly wrapped package I have clenched in my fists.

“What’s going on sweetheart. Is everything okay (Y/N)?” The worry is easy to hear in his voice and he reaches his left hand up and holds my cheek, I lean into his touch hoping it’ll help me find some strength.

I breath in deeply and let out a loud sigh that comes out sounding shaky. “I’ve asked you and everyone here because there’s something I need to tell you. First I would like to say thank you to everyone for helping me make this happen, now that it’s suddenly here and we’ve come to an end of an incredible movie that I know people of all ages are going to love. Friends have been made for life and

He opens the present, pulling out the Hawaiian shirt and revealing the small rooster soft toy that has a tag around one of its foot that reads ‘Baby Teller’. I notice the moment he figures it out, my throat catching and unshed tears begin brewing in my eyes.

“Really?” The biggest smile stretches over his face.

I nod, calming my nerves down. “Yes, really.”

“So there wasn’t going to be any filming today?”

“No baby, we just said that to get you here.”

He begins to laugh, nearly manically, sounding relieved.

He must see the confusion on my face because he explains. “I was worried you were going to ask for a divorce. I thought I’d made a terrible mistake of asking you to help, that I was asking too much of you and not seeing you on and off set enough. You had me really worried sweetheart, please don’t do that again okay? I don’t think I could take it.” He says, pulling me in close. The feel of his warm, strong arms encasing me makes me feel protected and fortunate of having such an understanding and loving man in my life. I know our baby is going to be the luckiest little bean in the world.

“Never again baby I promise, I’m sorry for worrying you but I’m so happy the plan worked out perfectly.”

“Yeah, me too.” He pulls away and cups my cheeks in his hands, stroking my skin softly and staring deeply into my eyes locking me in place and unable to look away even though that’s the last thing I could want to do. He leans down and connects our lips in a soft caress that progressively gets more heated and I hear clapping and cheering surrounding us but doesn’t deter us at all.

Glen and Lewis begin singing the chorus to Great Balls of Fire, roping everybody else in, gradually getting louder. We break apart laughing and turn to everyone with their arms in the air. This wasn’t part of the plan but I’m glad it’s been included. I couldn’t wait to replay the video and watch this whole moment back and for everyone else to see it too.

After filming finished, the interviews and premiere’s began. I went to as many as I could during the early stages of pregnancy and even when my bump became more pronounced in the dresses I wore I tried to go to as many as I could before I had to stay home and not travel as my due date neared in the coming weeks.

Miles has been amazing all the way throughout and has gone to every appointment he could when he wasn’t stuck in doing interviews. I knew those times were hard for him but I made sure to relay everything that was said to me straight after.

I didn’t prepare myself for how protective Miles would become. After getting to the end of every month hinting at the arrival of the baby it became clear he didn’t want to leave my side.

At first I found it sweet and endearing but after so many months of this mother hen clucking around me it did become irritating rather quickly. I tried to say nothing in moments when the protectiveness hit its maximum limit because I know it’s just nerves and excitement all wrapped into one for our first child.

All of the premieres I did manage to go to when the camera men and interviewers were near they always asked to see baby bump and every time our photos were taken Miles was right by my side a hand on my back and the other protecting my bump rubbing it softly.

There was one photo that was my favourite of them all. We were having our photo taken, in that exact position and the baby kicked at the perfect moment, the image capturing him looking down at the bump with a toothy grin and me staring lovingly at him. A definite highlight of mine

“So what have you named him?”

We look at each other before turning our attention back to the phone screen, lots of faces staring back at us on FaceTime. “We’ve decided to call him Bradley.”

The answering chatter and cheer becomes a big jumble of noise that I can’t tell who’s saying what.

“That’s so sweet.”

“Such a good choice.”

“Oh I love it!”

“Bradley Teller? Has a good ring to it.”

“Glen is a much better choice but Bradley will do. It’s second best at most.”

We all laugh at Glen’s comment, he would ask me constantly if Glen was in the running of baby names after I chose to find out the baby’s sex.

We all stay silent after Bradley makes a noise of discontent after disturbing his peaceful sleep and hold our breathes until he lets out a little sigh before settling back down again against Miles’ bare chest beside me. Everyone coo’s upon hearing the soft sound out of his little mouth.

For me baby Teller was always going to be called one name and one name only.

Bradley Alexander Teller.

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A/N: I wasn’t going to include a middle name at first but then I thought Miles’ middle name would be perfect. I hope you all enjoyed it. Please let me know. Z❤️

[themildlyanxiousmage]

I'm disappointed in you Tumblr. There's a caring, fatherly DILF, and there's barely any hornyposting or fangirling (gender neutral) for this magnificent character. Where's the love for Varsh Ko'kuu?

(pic stolen from the wiki, sorry. Don't have screenshots)

Where's the reader insert fics where you raise the egg together or whatever the heck we all collectively fantasize about? Where's the art to express yearning for living in a small cottage with 3 cats while making artisanal bread? He's right there, wanting to protect an unhatched egg in a culture that demands he kill it, and he's holding on and getting more emotional than his gith upbringing allows. This is like prime Tumblr obsession bait. He's even weirdly thin and has a monocle. I don't know what more you all want.

Yes, I know I'm included in my disappointment, but I'm not a good writer, and I have zero romantic experience, so you would be disappointed in my work. Also, every attempt of mine to write anything drifts into parody because I can't take myself seriously. But there are some great writers and visual artists who I think could do this character justice. I challenge you all to prove me right.

This drunken ramble has gone on long enough, but please spread the word about this beautiful character. He's like the only attractive male gith ever (fight me), and only a handful of people acknowledge it. I beg of you, let's start a wave of unhealthy obsessions. We can only read hornyposts about Astarion and Halsin for so long. I love those two, but we need variety, and this dude seems to check a lot of boxes for unhealthy obsessions. Just look at him, and look at how he doesn't treat you with as much disdain as the other gith do. We can fix him, Tumblr. We can fix this emotionally repressed sad DILF man together.

Idk how to end this bye

[attorneys-against-court-violence]

"What a character says does not have to line up with what they are doing." You guys managed to catch that for Simon Blackquill. Acts like a mean guy, is actually a kind soul in a difficult situation. Nice work.

Now do me a favour...

Apply it. To. Bobby.

That is almost the entire point of this character; he says all that crap about JUSTICE! so much to make you buy into the idea that he's just some doofy cop doing his duty. He harps on about wanting to rehab Simon while doing everything he can short of ditching the guy to prove that he's without redemption and delaying attempts to save him (talking about how scary he is & waiting for him to cause a ruckus before intervening, throwing his perception of the HAT-2 incident with a dishonest investigation & asking Aura if she thinks enough is enough already etc). Both the characters and the players get all that cheesy bravado thrown at their face to distract from how his actions actively inhibit the primary goal of the protagonists (freeing Simon & ending the Dark Age of the Law). I was happily buying into it myself, up until he started being vague about why he was there at the Space Centre.

That's not an answer. More to the point, it's oddly evasive; he could have very easily said that he was part of the assigned security detail or - since Cosmos got an advance warning - was told to keep watch with a task force to make sure no funny business happened during the HAT-2 launch. Instead we get the same CHAMPION OF JUSTICE! schtick and it didn't convince me. Except, since he's already been this ridiculous for so long, people are more inclined to believe a total non-answer like this. He's Bobby Fulbright! As long as he keeps saying he is, it eventually becomes the truth in other people's eyes. Even if time and time again, his actions are ones very much worth holding to scrutiny, his IMAGE counts for more than his CHARACTER.

Do I agree that the twist had poor forshadowing? Yes, absolutely. He goes through 3 walking lie detectors - at least one of which being near infallable - and triggers nothing with this act. That in itself could have been an interesting peek into the phantom's true persona - a man who is genuinely this enthused and concerned about justice, yet does very unjust things that he considers otherwise. Hell, he says it himself; whatever he says is just, IS just! How nothing triggered when he claimed to be Bobby... that much could have been better explained than "he is a souless demon".

Do I agree that it was unprecidented? No. The text pretty much tells you that you should have been more critical of what he DOES rather than what he SAYS. The former point weakens that impact for sure and blows some smoke into that notion but that is the intent.

It's an interesting contrast honestly; the convict who plays up his percieved villainy to do justice, and a detective who plays up his apparent heroism to impede it. As with all things in Dual Destinies, the execution is what screwed it for people in the end. Just like with Fulbright here, execution of a stated idea or ideals matters a lot more than what is or could be said. The ends are nice, but the means kinda suck in ol' Phanty's case. I kind of feel bad for dunking on him so hard now.

[himmelsstern]

“Wait, you like me?”

There are definitely not enough stories about these two and I don't think this will be my last. But I feel like I never quite did Chishiya's character justice and there are fantastic authors here who can do that much better.

Still, I hope someone likes this one. Enjoy!

Note: English is not my native language and any errors in grammar and spelling will be forwarded to my online translator.

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Chishiya wasn't someone who let his guard down, and even after all the time they'd spent together, Arisu still couldn't manage to see behind the arrogant mask. So it was even more surprising when, out of nowhere, Chishiya put a hand on the back of his neck and pulled him into a hard kiss after a game they had just barely made within the time limit. Chishiya left no doubt who was in control, but Arisu managed to pull away from him, if only a few inches.

"What was that?" Chishiya snorted, looking at Arisu with a cocky smile on his lips. "Don't tell me no one has ever kissed you before." Arisu blushed, and for a tiny moment Chishiya's eyes widened in surprise. "So I'm right. Interesting."

Arisu pressed his lips together and he looked hurt as he tore himself free from Chishiya's grip.

"Play your games with someone else." "Who said I was playing games?" "You always do, you play games with people to get what you want."

Chishiya tilted his head slightly, still with a smirk on his lips, and Arisu could feel this expression slowly making him angry. Not only had Chishiya been his first kiss, no, he obviously had to make fun of it. Arisu had actually naively thought that by now they were something like allies and there was peace between them but Chishiya proved to him once again that Arisu was too trusting. Niragi had said to Chishiya after the Hatter's death that he had a way of looking down on others, and at that moment Arisu realized once again how right he had been.

Arisu was about to turn to leave when Chishiya's fingers wrapped around his wrist and held him back. "You're right, I often play with people, especially when I can take advantage of it. In this world, it's eat or be eaten, and I don't like being the prey, It suits me more to be a hunter." Chishiya circled Arisu and stood in front of him and he actually seemed serious.

"I'm honestly sorry that I, of all people, was your first kiss, but I'm not playing with you." "You're not? Then why did you kiss me?" Chishiya's hand settled on Arisu's neck again, but the grip was loose and Arisu could have easily pulled away at any time, but he was frozen in place. Chishiya's fingers gently stroked the skin and goosebumps covered Arisu's body. "The game today was closer than usual. Closer than I would have liked. And I'm no one to regret anything. Dying without kissing you would definitely be something I'd regret." "I don't think I quite understand what you mean." "Don't make me say it." Slowly, Arisu began to catch on, but his final demand still seemed too grotesque. "You are one of the few people I care about." "Wait, does that mean you like me?" "I thought that would have been obvious." Arisu shook his head in disbelief. "You have a strange way of showing it." "I'm asking your opinion, incorporating your suggestions into my plans. I actually just count on myself and stay to myself, and yet I'm still with you. Why do you think I'm doing all this?" "I never thought about it." "You're smart, Arisu. You know why." Arisu felt as if thoughts were racing around in his head, so he did the first thing that came to mind. His lips rested just feather lightly on Chishiya's, almost as if he was waiting for him to take control again. Arisu was aware that Chishiya needed and enjoyed this control, and he had no problem giving it to him. In fact, it was pleasant not to have to think, that he was being led by someone else.

Apart from that, there was this fear of doing something wrong or embarrassing himself, because this was his second kiss and he preferred not to think about with how many people Chishiya might have had something in the old world. He seemed to have noticed his insecurity, because he loosened the kiss and lightly nudged his nose against Arisus, a tender gesture that hardly seemed to suit Chishiya. Arisus knew only his hard side, the arrogance and cockiness he let other people see. Chishiya was not gentle, he was ruthless. But just now he presented Arisu a side that made his worldview shake.

"Don't think." "But-" "Don't. Think." Chishiya pushed Arisu against the nearest wall, making him gasp in surprise. "I don't know if I'm ready for that." "Ready to kiss me?" Arisu felt the blood rush to his cheeks and he looked anywhere except at Chishiya's face. "No, for-" Arisu seemed to be searching for words, visibly embarrassed, and Chishiya knew immediately what he was talking about. "Don't worry, that wasn't my goal. At least not since I've known." "But that's what it comes down to. Is that what this is all about?" "Have you been listening to me at all?" "I have, but I just don't get it." "You're much more likely not believe me. Actually I should be proud, obviously I have a good influence on your survival instinct." It seemed they had reversed roles, because this time it was Arisu who stopped Chishiya from leaving. "Maybe you're right. Maybe I should stop thinking." Arisu whispered against Chishiya's lips before kissing him again. "I'm always right, you should know that by now." Before Arisu could say anything, another kiss silenced him.

Chishiya was calculating, arrogant, and far too often self-absorbed. But that night, Arisu had learned that he was more than what he let others see.

They were by now lying in the kingsize bed that took up most of the room that Chishiya had claimed for himself. "How does this go on? You and me I mean." "In this world, it's absolutely stupid and dangerous to develop feelings. It makes you vulnerable and distracted." "Oh." "I wasn't finished." Chishiya's fingers gently ran through Arisu's hair and he promptly relaxed again. "You are the perfect example that my thesis can be disproved. You personify what I thought was a sure death sentence. You let yourself go with your gut and act irrationally even in the most dangerous and dicey situations, but it always worked out in the end. Cause you're here, and you're alive."

Chishiya engaged Arisu in a tender kiss before continuing. "What I meant to say was, I'm damn good alone but almost invincible with you by my side." Arisu laughed softly and closed his eyes in satisfaction. "I like you too, Chishiya."

[fxingdead]

I just wanted to say thank you for the well spoken words on the Caiti situation, as a victim myself in almost the exact same way minus the alcohol, the rhetoric going around on this situation is so incredibly harmful.

There are so many obvious logical fallacies that will now just be used on other victims after this in the impact zone of the internet involved.

People saying that if it was actually bad, then someone in the room would have put a stop to it, when bystander effect, normalized bad practices, and alcohol exists.

People saying that since George didn’t do it purposefully without consent means it isn’t SA.

People saying that if it was serious she would have gotten the justice system involved when most cases aren’t going to be prosecutable in a court of law with minimal proof, and in general often damage the victims more without an outcome that helps anyone, and is often morally objectionable due to the inhumane aspects of prison and US punishment without good rehabilitation.

People saying that she’s either too much or too little traumatized for the experience to be valid, when the incident being morally wrong doesn’t require more or less of an impact.

People saying that people supporting Caiti are saying it’s exactly the same as Shelby’s situation and because it’s not, it’s less valid, when although abuse and SA can have different scales of harm caused, doesn’t mean that SA doesn’t deserve condemnation. Weaponizing someone’s lengthy painful experience to say that we shouldn’t treat another’s seriously is awful. Her story is exactly what Shelby meant to inspire sharing, because this stuff happens in all shapes and forms.

People saying that being emotional or not describing every part in excruciating detail when coming forward for the first time is manipulative and proves bad character or smth.

People saying that because a perpetrator is drunk both sides were equally as wrong and no one can be held accountable.

People saying that cuddling, flirting, being friendly before or after, freezing, not immediately leaving, not saying no, is consent.

People saying that this must be for clout or money because subs are turned on.

People saying that George’s response was a good apology when he said that because the act wasn’t extreme for him he didn’t think much of it, and focusing on many details not actually related to the incident or on other general hatred for dteam to imply bias against them, and generally implied that he was sorry that she felt uncomfortable rather than for what he did. And accepting the apology for Caiti.

People saying that to come forward (especially while not even naming the person) was only to ruin their life, and that that’s the only thing you can get out of coming forward publicly instead of support, peace of mind from not keeping something inside so long, and awareness so other people could come forward etc.

People saying that it was wrong to not handle this privately when that isn’t a viable option for a lot of cases particularly with powerful people involved, or when what you are seeking isn’t necessarily anything from who hurt you, like this is just some petty drama.

People saying that only acts considered more “extreme” and even more sexual should be taken seriously.

People saying because she angrily laughed in her recent response and was extremely explicit about what happened to her that she couldn’t have been shy or hesitant in her first response and is lying.

People actively victim blaming and overemphasizing underage drinking because “she isn’t a victim” when this exact rhetoric will and has been used in these cases time and again and shouldn’t be brought up when SA is even in the discussion, and will be used to guilt people who see it when they become a victim.

People saying perceived consent for other acts or the same act previously is consent for another.

People now believing in an incredibly dangerous definition of nonverbal consent because of dream’s statement, when nonverbal consent has been promoted for the protection of people who go nonverbal, it has to be as clear and exact as verbal consent, either as predetermined signals with a partner, nods, or moving someone’s hand somewhere, not just interpreting body language of a drunk stranger. The whole point of the consent movement is to have signs that aren’t misinterpretable to avoid hurting your partner or someone. If someone internally does not consent, but these signs prove consent, then what is the point? If I thought the signs I was using with someone I loved or a human I respect as I living being, didn’t actually express their wishes, I’d sure as hell try something else.

People saying that because Caiti expressed these signs that they’re calling nonverbal consent that she was lying to George.

People saying that because of that, this is a false allegation and is damaging victims, and some victims weaponizing their own experience to say that Caiti isn’t a victim and should shut up.

People saying that she just changed her mind, and anyone who isn’t reacting absolutely negatively in the moment who hasn’t consented is just having self guilt and is projecting.

People saying that anything other than enthusiastic consent is consent.

More real actual victims are going to fall into one of these categories of criticism and false logic, with it being much rarer that a ‘perfect’ victim comes along by these standards, and an intricate framework for ignoring them has been developed from this incident. If dteam hadn’t promoted and encouraged all of these fallacies from the start I think Caiti could have gotten a proper response to help her move on and not be so much more damaged, and many people wouldn’t have started to see dteam as so tainted by ugliness. In that way everything they’ve done since Caiti first came forward has done perhaps more long term damage than the act itself.

Because of their bias and falling for these manipulative tactics, this audience would just as easily invalidate me, and that hurts, even as I didn’t get as hurt as Caiti and I actually got validation from the people I told and had the confidence to know it was wrong immediately even though I froze and such, all these years later, this fact somehow hurts.

Sorry for the rant, I just needed this off my chest. Thanks again.

Ofcourse it means the world to mean hearing other peoples story’s and your rant is incredibly well worded. I show my support for victims because I know how hard it is. I was always silent for the longest time but now all I can feel is anger and I want people to understand that is more complex than it actually is and you can’t always go to the authorities. When I was 9 I had my 2nd experience this one being me realizing what sexual harassment actually is. I did go to court and I talked to authorities but in the end “I was lying.” I was 9 and they expected me to give full detail on what had happened when in reality all I wanted was to play with my Barbie’s. I didn’t understand what was actually happening cause I was a child. The justice system is incredibly flawed. Sad part is I still see him when holidays come around. It’s sickening. People constantly jumping to blame the victim makes me irritated. To them no matter what you’ll do you’re never gonna be considered a real victim. The idea of how our society reacts to these topics deeply upsets me. I speak for victims who are always told be silent cause they deserve to be heard. Saying she just wants clout is ridiculous when she has so much more to lose than George does. This why most of my post are on these serious topics because I’m not allowing myself to ever be silenced again. I’m also so sorry that you had to experience something similar, I wish every victim the best healing journey. It’s important to remember you’re not alone and there’s people here who believe you and think your story is valid. No matter how big or small your story is, no matter how big or small the impact it had on you is, your story will forever be valid.

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

Words of love

Day 5 prompts: Love

For: @silmarillionepistolary

Rating: General Audiences

Characters: Eönwë, Maglor, Írimë

Theme : A series of letters from one character to another - Eönwë to Ingwion | Maglor to Indilien (OC) | Írimë to Amarië

Themes: Soft | Fluff

Warnings: None

Wordcount: 778 words

Summary: Eönwë writes to Ingwion after the latter sends him a letter on life in Valimar | Maglor writes to Indilien, thanking her for agreeing to him corresponding with her | Írimë writes to Amarië, thanking her for her gifts

A/n: OC name meaning Indilien, wife of Maglor - Indil (Lily) | ien (suf. feminine ending; feminine patronymic).

This is also available on AO3

Letter 1 – Eönwë to Ingwion:

10th day of Y.T. 1231.—

Beloved,

It pleases me to hear that your training with Lord Tulkas goes well and that he sees to your lessons himself. He is a most steadfast and hardy friend, and I am certain that you will not want for comfort while you reside within his halls. Valimar is a most beautiful city, and to be invited to see all that lies behind its walls of white and gold is a rare honor. Prove yourself worthy of this honor, as I am sure you will, and you will discover much of what that fair city has to offer. 

My love, your letter moved me deeply. To read of your deep longing for me, to know I am foremost in your thoughts! I confess that I read it once, and then I read it twice, and then I read it a third time. I treasured every word and committed each and every one of them to heart. I pray you will not think me weak when I admit I feel your absence most keenly. The great halls do not ring with the sound of your sweet laughter, and our chambers feel strangely cold and empty without you in them. The time of flowering and ripening of all things is upon us, and yet I find that Ilmarin is shrouded in the dark and dismal winter of death your leaving has left it in. Forgive me. The pain of our separation is nigh unbearable. I do all that I can to make myself content with the knowledge that when I call on you, this pain will pass. Alas! If only time flowed according to our own wishes! If only there was a way to make that appointed hour of our reunion arrive faster! There is none. Nevertheless, we will see each other again. This is all that truly matters in the end. With this, I will put an end to my letter. Write to me as often as you can, my love, and always keep me in your thoughts.  

Written by the hand of he who longs for you,

Eönwë

Letter 2 - Maglor to Indilien (OC)

30th day of  Y.T. 1284.—

Noble lady,

Allow me to begin by offering my sincerest and most humble gratitude for your granting of my wish to write to you, and I pray that I will not make you weary with my letters. I was told you were most astonished by my appeal and that you consider my request an honor. Pray allow me to correct you on this, my lady, for the one who is honored, is myself. Never have I heard another sing so sweetly or seen anyone more beautiful! There is no word to give justice to how you have captivated me, my lady, and I pray that you will allow me to speak of how you have held me enthralled the next time we meet. Such words will be poor fare, to be sure, but they will, no doubt, speak of the sincerity of my feelings and the depths they contain. I will write no more for a lack of time, but I beseech you to write to me if I have not offended you in any way with my declaration.

Your most faithful servant,

Lord Makalaurë Kanafinwë

Letter 3 - Írimë to Amarië

91st day of  Y.T. 1362.—

Beloved,

Thanks and thanks and thanks again, my dearest, for your gifts. And thanks once more, for your tender words. They are more precious to me than any gift, though I will treasure the works of your hands greatly. Mother helped me find a place for all of them, and we both agreed that the marble carving of the great eagles who dwell in the crags of Ilmarin is the most breathtaking. So magnificent! So lifelike! I would have considered the turning of stone into something so fine nigh impossible had the great sculptor herself, Nerdanel, not proven me wrong on more than one occasion on that score. You are gifted as she, and I consider myself the most fortunate of elves to have one such as you by my side.

I am truly overwhelmed by your expression of love for me. No words could describe the sincerity of my gratitude, my dearest, but please accept these words, humble as they may be, as a token of my thanks. It heartens me to no end to know that I am so loved. And pray accept this gift—a bracelet that I have recently crafted—if it pleases you. With this, I shall bring an end to my letter.

Your beloved,

Írimë

tags @cilil @asianbutnotjapanese

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September MC & OCs of the Month - Special Edition: Vivian Carrick

Help us in welcoming September's MCs and OCs of the month! That's right, plural! Most months, CFWC highlights one randomly selected MC or OC from our Meet My MC / OC List. (More info here.) But this month, we're doing something different.

In August, @lilyoffandoms hosted a Writers Appreciation Month, and we announced the September Writer of the Month would be selected from its participants. But all participants agreed - Lily deserved the honor! Still, we wanted to do something nice for the eleven writers who elected to participate to help uplift other writers in the fandom. So, this month, each of the eleven participants will have one of their MCs or OCs highlighted.

We will introduce each MC / OC individually, and once all eleven have been highlighted, a masterlist for the month will be created. We hope you enjoy getting to know all about them!

The fifth OC of the Month is @jerzwriter 's Vivian Carrick!

Learn more about Vivian below!

In your own words, tell us what you like most about your OC.

It's hard to narrow it down because I just adore Vivian. She was the first original character that I created in the Choices World, and I felt like she almost created herself. It was within my Delaying the Inevitable Universe, and we met her when she walked in on Casey in her son's apartment wearing his bathrobe. After Vivian realized Casey was being truthful, there was nothing going on between her and Tobias, she made it her mission in life to change that.

At that point, I didn't know I'd have a full T/C headcanon, much less have Vivian a part of it, but I couldn't let go of her. She's a strong, smart, powerful, intuitive woman. She's witty, quick thinking, and can verbally disarm anyone in a nanosecond. Sophisticated and worldly, but she has quite a backstory, that wasn't always her life.

Despite a sometimes intimidating exterior, she has the biggest heart. She will defend those she loves to death. The way she and Tobias banter gives me life! lol

Do you feel your OC is like you at all? How are you alike or different?

We have some similarities, but I wouldn't say a lot. We both think quick on our feet and enjoy bantering/teasing. We also love putting a bully or bigot in their place. We're both extremely loyal to those we love and understand they're the most important thing in life.

While we both grew up, not poor, but not well off by any stretch, I never had to endure the overt and systemic racism that Vivian did.

We both put ourselves through school and are quite proud of it, but she followed her dreams, and I allowed myself to be talked out of too many of mine. She's definitely got more confidence than I do. I also never married into extreme wealth lol, nor did I marry - and lose - the love of my life.

But we both adore our children and would do anything for them.

What is most important to your OC? What is their motivation in life?

Her family. There are other things - justice, equity, an intense desire to prove her naysayers wrong... but nothing comes close to her family.

What are their biggest pet peeves/dislikes?

Ignorance. Especially wilful ignorance.

Racism and sexism.

Dishonesty.

Her sons making her wait decades before they get their shit together and settle down. lol

If your OC could change one thing - anything - what would it be?

The one thing she'd like to change more than anything is her late husband, Charles's death. He was the love of her life, and while she's managed to go on and live a full life without him, no one knows just how difficult that's been. Even more so, she knows the toll his death has taken on her boys, especially Tobias, who was not on the best of terms with him when he passed. While this is her greatest wish, she knows it can't happen, and she doesn't even know if it should. She doesn't like the ending but has a strong faith and believes this happened by God's design, so she doesn't feel right questioning it.

For something she feels she has a bit more of an ability to impact, she'd want to make the world a better place for her granddaughters and children like them. She knows things like systemic racism and misogyny are so ingrained in our society that they'll be almost impossible to fully overcome, but she sure as hell won't let that stop her from trying.

Also, I see Vivian as a strong ally for LGBTQIA equality. She will admit this isn't something she understood well in her younger years, but she now has a bisexual daughter-in-law, and eventually, her son, Jordan, comes out, and later, her granddaughter, Kayla. Inequity and discrimination are things that she abhors, and when she begins to what the community faces, she is a vocal ally who puts her time, money, and energy where her mouth is.

What is your OC’s favorite quote or song?

Her favorite songs are:

Louis Armstrong's What a Wonderful World - that was her and Charles's song.

Diana Ross's Ain't No Mountian High Enough - Because she used to sing it with Tobias and Jordan when they were children.

John Legend's All of Me - Tobias & Casey's wedding song - and Vivian was certain her son getting married was a miracle.

Her favorite quote:

“Neither love nor terror makes one blind: indifference makes one blind.” - James Baldwin.

Is there anything else you’d like to share about your OC?

Vivian is not perfect. Sometimes, her sarcasm and humor can be viewed as acerbic. She is a loving and doting mother, and as a grandmother, triple that, but she acknowledges mistakes she made when her boys were small. She and Charles had a love so strong that sometimes, it may have made the boys feel secondary, even though they never were. Also, she was determined to prove she belonged in her husband's world, not so much for herself but for those who would follow - most importantly, her children. But she acknowledges that sometimes she was so busy pursuing that agenda that she lost sight of little things that were, in the end, far more important.

She has so many accomplishments in her life that the list could go on for days. But the one thing she is most proud of is the relationship she has with her adult children, their partners, and her grandchildren. When she closes her eyes for the last time, she knows she leaves behind a legacy of love, and that's all she ever wanted.

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in re: the archiving ask: remember that the primary evidence needed to expose abu ghraib was photographic - and horrendous. if you can keep an archive (like an actual encrypted external drive) of the racist caricatures, the hate crimes, everything that demonstrates how the zionist ideology has no room for palestinian/arab humanity and its adherents were not just blind followers, you have an obligation to do so in the hope for future justice. they will try to lie their way out of any accusation - it is better to maintain an archive of atrocity than risk future inability to prove the extent of their depravity.

I totally understand what you mean and honestly, I don't really want to debate this as I was mostly just offering my personal persepective. One of the victims of Abu Ghuraib actually states that those public photos did harm him socially with his community (click).

So we have to understand that these people do need to have ultimate control over the content that features them. My personal ideology is more so if the people of today will be harmed by it and would not like to suffer those consequences, then it's important we follow their decision. Because we can't gain explicit permission for archiving/sharing these types of photos and videos, I won't be archiving them unless I discuss it with more seasoned archivists who have seen this stuff happen before.

Again, I'm sharing this to emphasize that there are lasting ways in which victims can be impacted and to remind everyone of this so that they don't feel there aren't any dangers to this. I, myself, cannot give a definitive answer only because I don't want to say something that the Palestinians who are directly affected by it think is harming them. I know many people are looking to my blog right now and some may think of me as an somewhat of an authority (if not lol i just said the most stuck up thing), so I don't want to implicitly give the green light for hundreds of people to do something I am not sure about.

Thank you though for sending this in. I won't be answering much more on the subject as I am really unsure about it and don't want to do or say anything harmful.

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The Conversation

Content Warning: allusions to Lucifer, which is NSFW

During our first tutoring session, Barbatos suggested that I find a quiet spot to practice meditating. I knew that the House of Lamentation wouldn't cut it, for the brothers act way too chaotic for me to be able to focus for more than five minutes at a time. Purgatory Hall would cause issues as well, for if I stayed long enough, I'd have to endure Solomon's cooking. Plus, I'd have to deal with a bunch of jealous demons, and I just don't have the energy to deal with that right now.

So, when I discovered a set of stairs that lead down to an abandoned coliseum the very next day after my lab, I knew that I had found my spot. Usually, I remain down there for a hour. If I stayed down there much longer, people would grow suspicious.

However, my plans tonight get thrown right out the window, for when I venture down the steps, I'm greeted by the sight of Diavolo staring up at the giant statue in the center of the room.

Great. I can't even have this place to myself.

I don't realize the thought escapes my brain until Diavolo turns his head and smiles at me.

"I didn't realize you knew about this place, MC," he states, beckoning me to join him.

"I've been coming here to meditate after class," I explain. "It's quiet."

"That it is. I come here to think sometimes." He pauses. "Do you know the history of this place?"

"If I remember correctly, this coliseum was here long before RAD was built." Diavolo nods his head.

"Most of it is actually a recreation of the original. It got destroyed in a war with the Celestial Realm."

"Before or after the brothers fell?"

"Before, back when my father was awake. I was merely a baby then." He pauses again. "I discovered Lucifer holding Lilith's wounded body just a few feet from here."

"How depressing." Diavolo chuckles. "What's so funny?"

"You can be quite blunt at times." I shrug before sitting down. Diavolo follows suit, and I have a feeling I'm going to be here for a really long time.

"You actually caught me thinking about my past," he states.

"In what way?" Diavolo sighs.

"There are times that I wonder if the choices I made to get to this point in my life were the right ones. Like, did I really choose the right path? Should I have followed in my father's footsteps and continued running things as they were? Should I have created this school? The exchange program?"

"I think Barbatos would tell you to quit doubting yourself."

"Barbatos can only see possibilities. I never know for sure if my decisions produce the best outcome or not."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Because I know you have similar thoughts."

"Are you trying to connect with me?"

"Is there anything wrong with that?"

"Not necessarily. It's just that if we're looking at things objectively, I've been a nuisance to you from the very beginning. I was supposed to be a non-magical human exchange student. Nothing more, nothing less. I had no business getting as close to the brothers as I have, let alone interfere with your justice system or having your two right-hand men go behind your back and keep things from you."

"Not punishing the brothers ended up being the right thing to do."

"How can you be so sure of that? You said it yourself: you never know for sure if your decisions produce the best outcome."

"Do you remember what I told you about your destiny?"

"You thought that I was meant to influence the brothers in some way."

"Exactly. So far, you're succeeding."

"Which proves my point of me being a nuisance to you. A human shouldn't have so much influence over demons, especially the Avatars of Sin. What if they decide they've had enough of you ordering them around and wanted me to be their authority figure instead?"

"Then so be it."

"How can you be so relaxed about this? You are the Demon Prince, heir to the throne! Shouldn't that concern you?"

"Not if you're ruling beside me." What?

"You're being ridiculous."

"Am I? You have pacts with seven of the most powerful demons in the Devildom and the blood of angels flowing through you. I'd be stupid to not have you by my side."

"Lucifer was right. You think everyone's meant to serve you."

"Not true." He pauses. "Not anymore, anyway. By the time everything's said and done, we will all be serving you."

"That's it." I extend my arm out to Diavolo. "Pinch me."

"What?"

"You heard me. Pinch me. I am either having a really vivid dream or an intense hallucination, because there is no way this conversation is remotely real."

"I'm not going to pinch you. I will, however, remind you about what happened the last time we were alone." I roll my eyes.

"You know that was Asmo's idea, right?"

"But he wasn't the one who said it to me. You were. Using your logic, why would I agree to your request?"

"Because you wanted Lucifer to suck your dick."

"I prefer that activity to be just between the two of us. When we're together, I want to be his only source of pleasure."

"Then you didn't want me alone with him."

"I will give you partial credit. There is a part of me that is jealous of how close you and Lucifer have become in such a short amount of time whereas I've had to work for several hundred years to get to that point with him. The main reason, however, is that I simply couldn't say no to you."

"Why?"

"Why, indeed. That is a question I've been struggling to answer myself. You don't have a pact with me, and you certainly didn't use other means of magic to get me to accept your request. The only thing I know is that, even if I had wanted to, I couldn't try to resist you." He pauses.

"The scary thing about that situation is that I didn't want to resist you. In that moment, you could have told me to jump off a cliff, and I would have done it, no questions asked."

[bedtimestoriesforbrokengirls]

Thank you for allowing me to provide more context on this (and for calling me a good girl). I am hopeful for your perspective, as it’s always been sound in my eyes.

Fundamentally, I (23) operate as a monogamous woman. I haven’t ever been drawn to polyamory. My ex (Master 52) had always been intrigued by it, but in our dynamic we remained monogamous.

This helps me understand that my ex and I were fundamentally wrong for each other from the beginning. It is important to note, I broke no contact with him after finding out this news. I asked a million questions, being the emotional masochist I am - and it helped a bit. Yet, I am still very much struggling to grasp the concept at hand.

Knowing what he chose to share, it doesn’t alleviate the regret and conflicting feelings I harbor for the lengths that I went to, to further capture his attention. To prove my devotion. I invested so much of myself into the dynamic, I believe any good girl would. I did many things in that dynamic that I don’t foresee myself doing again: having my head shaved, having a signature tattooed on me, and other very tangible things that prove ownership. It feels like all of those things meant nothing, when for me they feel very formative, life altering acts. These aren’t things that can be undone, but I long for them to be. I am of the belief that good M/s can rarely be undone, but I am now on the other side of a dynamic and I can’t seem to let go of it.

I see my ex (Master) now juggling 3 women, when I alone was too much to utilize and navigate. These are his words, though they’re incredibly hard to wrap my head around. I feel like these women are getting everything that I worked so hard for, and ultimately never got. His attention, his enthusiasm, his desire to explore.

Ultimately, it’s all very conflicting. I am thankful to know, but the weight of knowing is suffocating. I can’t stop looking at photos of them, in the bed where I once laid, on the floor where I worshiped him, the bathtub where he drowned me.

It’s unhealthy, I recognize this. I am just at odds with myself. I never in a million years expected him to move on in this way, and I know I must accept it. I know going no contact again might be the answer.

How do I not lose myself during this tumultuous time? How do I have grace with him and his new explorations? How do I not internalize this as a reflection of myself, and the service I provided? Do you have any thoughts, or words of wisdom to a girl who is lost, and really even wondering if this lifestyle is sustainable?

 There’s a lot going on here, and I probably won’t do it all justice. But here’s what I’ve got:

First, that age gap is pretty huge, so I’m gonna be a bit more judgy about his behavior in all of this. He’s allowed to have flaws and make mistakes, but it doesn’t sound like he did enough to minimize the impact of his flaws and mistakes on someone whose own youthful dumbassery made her extra vulnerable. And that experiential asymmetry is exacerbated by the nebulous nature of the breakup.

You’ve asked him a million questions, but I’m guessing not the ones you actually wanted answered. As a result, he tossed you some bones and left you to divine the truth from them… you’re twenty-three, so interpersonal augury isn’t going to be your strong suit. He’s gonna need to give you more than that.

Which might be tough, because it feels like you’re both hoping the other will come to his/her senses and stop all this foolishness… something that simply can’t happen, because you don’t share a definition of “sense”. He wants you to embrace life as one piece of a larger puzzle, and you want to be the lone X on his treasure map.

What makes it extra confusing is that you’re both basing your unspoken, futile hopes on the same thing:

You were willing to go so far and do so much to prove your dedication… surely that must outweigh everything else!

You were willing to go so far and do so much to prove your dedication… surely polyamory is just one more step on that devotional journey?

From what I can see, there’s no fix to be found here without someone having an unexpected and dramatic change of heart. I don’t know if “no contact” is the answer, but what you’re doing isn’t working.

RE: all those things meant nothing

Regret is a hot-button of mine… it’s the only thing I never want a girl to feel. If you regret being with me —and doing what “being with me” requires— then I have fucked-up on a fundamental level. I didn’t warn you enough, prepare you enough, test you enough… I didn’t ensure you understood the life that awaited you. The thought of such a failure sickens me.

So let me be very clear about something, for you and everyone else.

Never, ever do life-changing shit for a man just to garner his attention, enthusiasm, or desire. Devotion isn’t transactional… it isn’t the extra-credit work of a dutiful student, looking for a “++” to go with an “A”. It isn’t a bet you place, hoping to hit a jackpot. It isn’t a finish line you’re trying to cross.

You only give your all to him because he’s worthy. Because he deserves no less. Your sacrifice is a celebration of what is, not an invocation of what should be. You surrender your flesh and soul not for what he might do, but for what he has already done.

If it feels like an investment, you’re doing it wrong.

RE: undone

It sounds like you did some significant things for him while he was harboring a multitude of doubts. To be honest, that’s actually pretty shitty of him… there’s no good way to sugarcoat it.

The polyamory thing, sure, that could sneak up on him… he knew it was important, just not how important. But I suspect he knew there was a larger problem long before he left. Whatever may have impelled him to keep trying —responsibility, guilt, stubbornness— doesn’t change the fact that he knew something wasn’t working. He should have been taking his foot off the gas and asking some hard questions, not flooring it and hoping for the best. The Thelma & Louise approach seldom saves a relationship.

RE: juggling 3 women

A sip of harsh medication might be efficacious here.

You won’t like reading this, but three women who can fluently speak his language will be easier to handle than one who can’t. It doesn’t matter how much time you spend on elaborate gesticulation and compelling pictograms… if the words can’t flow freely, you’ll be harder to utilize and navigate.

That doesn’t mean you’re “too much”… he should probably rethink his phrasing. But there was almost certainly something wrong with your dynamic that was far bigger than “monogamy vs. polyamory”, and the fact that he hasn’t been able to clearly explain this is a further symptom of the problem. Y’all have been talking, but you haven’t been communicating.

Again, I have to put most of it on him. You weren’t his equal partner in this —by design— and can’t be expected to understand these pitfalls before they’ve consumed you. There’s nothing wrong with you needing help to climb back out.

But as long as you’re down there, I’d say it’s time to take a hard look at how you got here, and realize that whether he wanted one woman or ten, it wasn’t working for you.

RE: How do I not internalize this…?

By reminding yourself that there was nothing inherently wrong with your service… you simply can’t do the right thing for the wrong man.