#where he spoils [redacted]

[francy-sketches]

They would be besties 💛 (context)

[whichwoods]

Do you have any lucemond fics Planned for when LSTS is over or is close to finishing?

oh so many!! for the lsts-verse i'll probably have a compilation of sorts added to the series in a few chapters or so, of deleted scenes and flashbacks that aren't making it in

and maybe i'll actually post some of my luke-gets-warded-to-kings-landing, slowburn/fix it, enemies to childhood friends to lovers au that was being plotted long before lsts ever was, but has so many moving parts i've been hesitant to share lol :,) someday <3

honestly i have so many ideas it'll be hard to pick what to do next, i may start posting snippets here early just so it can all be archived somewhere even if they don't get full fics

[bumblingbabooshka]

Ione Kitain Daughter of the Fourth House of Betazed - Socialite. Elieth’s Wife.

[draciformes]

I'm getting back into reading scifi short stories like I did in high school,, I love reading short stories as opposed to novels for a lot of reasons, but I've unfortunately (fortunately?) forgotten a lot of them so it's basically like I'm rediscovering them all :D

[landonorizzz]

SUMMARY: pierre is not the boyfriend of the year that everyone thought. his girlfriend is left to fend for herself, fourtunately she seems to have good people in her corner PAIRING: pierre gasly x ex! fem! ferrari media team! oc , [redacted] x fem! ferrari media team! oc (no faceclaim) WARNINGS: mentions of cheating, cursing A/N: this is my first one, it was supposed to be y/n BUT i just didn't like how it looked? idk, i needed to have a name so everyone meet Marceline ;))

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marcilazzaro1 new day, new city! explored zandvoort today before coming back for media duties ;)

(charles_leclerc, carlossainz55 i am watching you, do not make my life harder this week)

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carlandoo333 she's so mother i can't

pierregasly so i don't get credit for the photos?

↳ marcilazzaro1 everyone knows you're my personal photographer love

pierregasly belle, mon ange 🤍

↳ marcilazzaro1 grazie 🤍

↳ ilpredestinatox I JUST WANT EHAT THEY HAVE

babygirll oh no! i was at that caffè today, i can't believe i missed them!

maxverstappen1 they can't stop themselves, it's in their blood

↳ marcilazzaro1 maybe if you stopped distracting a certain someone during his interviews he'd actually do a good job

↳maxverstappen1 eh

lilymhe are we still on for drinks after FP2?

↳ marcilazzaro1 lily, love of my life, of course we are

↳ alexalbon excuse me? i'm the boyfriend here

↳ marcilazzaro1 not for long now albono ;)

sheilaxf1 I'm so here for lily and marci being the ultimate girlfriends

↳ landoscar814 they are iconic

charles_leclerc when have i ever made your life difficult

↳ marcilazzaro1 you want that alphabetically or chronologically??

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marcilazzaro1 and that's another podium in the bag! bébé i am so proud of you, you have no idea. my heat speeds up every time i see your happy smile, every time i feel like i'm drunk on the champagne with you 🥂 here's to many more, i love you completely 🤍

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pierregasly it's a pleasure to share this journey with you mon ange, i can't wait for the next chapter 🤍

↳ marcilazzaro1 🤍🥂

sundaylover okay whos cutting up onions and shit

hammertime_1 oh yeah she is in looooovee love

maxverstappen1 what about my podium?

↳ marcilazzaro1 redbull is spoiling you enough and j already texted you, stop fishing

↳ cuddlyxricc i absolutely love their friendship

↳ byelandoo right?? i feel like she's the only media person he doesn't automatically hate ↳ cuddlyxricc the fact that she's works for ferrari and not redbull makes it even funnier i swear ↳ byelandoo christian is having an aneurysm as we speak

danielricciardo see you at the after party (you have to convince him to do a shoey)

↳ marcilazzaro1 ah, i fear that i will not make it to the party, i still have work to do daniel ;) but you guys enjoy yourselves. and watch out for the hand please, will you?

elplanxincoming am i the only one or was Pierre's comment kinda weak after the WHOLE PARAGRAPH she wrote??

↳ sunshine_dr3 god i didn't want to say anything but yeah, it feels forced almost

ilpredestinatox the story is definitely working, Charles looks so good i don't even remember the race

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marci's messages

Marci: where are you? are you still at the party?

Esteban: No.

Esteban: Me, Lance and Mick are all in my room.

Marci: Can I come?

Esteban: Aren't you supposed to be surprising your boyfriend?

Marci: I guess I already did.

Marci: I already packed my stuff, I don't really have anywhere to go. Ferrari doesn't have the extra room for me this weekend and the hotel is packed.

Esteban: Merde, Marci. Of course you can come here, I'll even let you have the bed.

Marci: Thank you, Este.

PF: That's all I have.

PF: For what it's worth, I really am sorry that this hapened.

Marci: Still, you ALL lied to me and treated me like an idiot.

Marci: So really, your "sorry" doesn't mean shit now, does it?

PF: Why do you think I took those photos?

PF: I wanted to tell you. So many times.

Marci: Why didn't you then?

PF: I'm sorry.

Marci: You know what, fuck you.

Marci: You're lucky I didn't expose all of you. You all knew what he was doing and none of you said anything. That's fucked and you know it.

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marci's messages:

Pierre: Baby, what's going on?

Pierre: Where are you?

Marci: Why, is your friend already gone? What, didn't stay the night?

Pierre: What are you talking about?

Marci: Spare me, Pierre. You know exacly what I'm talking about.

Marci: If you need a reminder I'm sure that twitter's ready to jog your memory.

Pierre: What the fuck Marceline

Pierre: What the hell did you do?!

Pierre: Merde

Pierre: Are you actually insane?? This is a PR nightmare, you KNOW this

Pierre: You have to delete those

Marci: Oh yeah, I don't think so.

Marci: I already apologized to your media team for the chaos, I ain't deleting shit.

Pierre: You're a bitch, Marceline

Marci: Fuck you, you absolute scumbag.

Adam: You get a week of PTO

Adam: It's a non-negotiable order from upstairs so, yeah. See you next week. Go relax, wind down. Heal.

Adam: We're all sorry that this happened to you, the media team is standing with you.

Marci: Thank you, Adam.

Marci: Also, what does "upstairs" mean?

Adam: Fred's orders.

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marcilazzaro1 some much needed home time on the big boss' orders ;)) thank you for your kind words and support, see you soon everyone.

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charlies_sun we're all with you marci 🤍

scuderiaferrari Big boss says to rest up and come back stronger!

↳marcilazzaro1 got it 🤠

↳ilpredestinatox this is so sweet

sheilaxf1 i just don't understand how could he do this to her

↳hammertime_1 RIGHTT???

danielricciardo the personalised dart board and dr3 wine are already on their way

↳marcilazzaro1 thank you Daniel! it's much appreciated

danielricciardo everybody loves a farm girl 🤠

↳marcilazzaro1 do they now?

↳lestappen116 are they...... flirting?

↳ilpredestinatox GIRL, bfr her and pierre JUST broke up, besides idk, i've always had a feeling that he gives her the ick? idk

sundaylover how does she look so GOOD??

↳carlando333 she's so mother i can't-

michael_44 oh boo hoo, she's been cheated on. that's no reason to slack off on her work

↳elplanxincoming oh fuck off

maxverstappen1 there might be an incident at T1 at Monza, just say the word

↳marcilazzaro1 thank you maxie, but that won't ne nessecary 🧡

brunolazzaro03 good to have you home, even if you're stealing all my ice cream

↳marcilazzaro1 come on, mum said i can have them

redleclerc_ the fact that Charles hasn't commented is deeply upsetting to me

↳ quickstappen i meann.... not surprising considering it's his best friend we're talking about

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marci's message:

Claire: Hello, this is Claire. We spoke on instagram.

Marci: Yes, we did. Im Marceline.

Claire: I know.

Claire: Look, I'm sorry that this happened.

Claire: I really am.

Marci: Stop please

Marci: Can you just explain it to me from the beginning?

Claire: Yeah, sure. Of course.

Claire: I met Pierre at a party in Milan that I went to with my friends.

Marci: When was that?

Claire: Last June

Claire: I think.

Marci: Okay

Claire: I'm sorry.

Claire: Anyway, we met and he was really shocked that I didn't know who he was. And I really HAD no idea who he was.

Claire: He said he worked in motorsports, I've never qustioned it and never tried to search for him.

Marci: Why didn't you look for him?

Claire: Honestly? I didn't care enough. For me it was just sex.

Claire: I didn't even know his last name. Just had his phone number.

Marci: And you met up multiple times?

Claire: Yeah, whenever he was in Milan. I swear I didn't know he had a girlfriend. He said he was single when we first met.

Marci: Well, we started dating in 2019 so... he definitely wasn't.

Claire: I am so sorry Marceline.

Claire: I found out about you from twitter. There was this hashtag trending and suddenly there was this picture of me plastered all over my timeline.

Claire: I've tried to understand what's going on, and I found out I've been screwing someone's boyfriend for the last year. God I'm so disgusted with myself.

Marci: Don't be, please.

Claire: I swear I wouldn't get with him if I knew that he was taken.

Marci: I don't blame you Claire. Any of you. It's not like you MADE him do it.

Marci: Thank you for contacting me, serioulsy.

Claire: It's the least I could do, I didn't see another option.

Claire: Text me whenever you need and I'll try to shine some light on things.

madi's radio: hello, that's a first smau in a series, so if you want to be notified about the next parts just dm me, i'll set something more efficient up later ;))

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DISCLAIMER: i do not know anything about this people, this is not real life, this is just something for fun, i do not know anythings about their life or personalities!

[gamercats-fight]

[REDACTED] from Ghost Trick: Phantom Detective vs Judge from Off. Vote for your fav!!

Need help picking? Check down here!

[REDACTED] - CAPCOM - 2010 - Magic black cat:

-He is DEAD and has GHOST POWERS. He can TIME TRAVEL. He has a LOVING CAT DAD as his OWNER and the only family they have left is EACH OTHER. I would go into detail but that would involve spoiling the best mystery game ever written. You should play Ghost Trick. This stupid cat has not left my brain in months. He's haunting me. Which is fitting because he is a ghost. Did I mention he's a ghost cat what is cooler than a ghost cat.

-most special little guy in the world. hes HUGE spoilers for the game btw but um. yea <3

-Because [REDACTED] is the true Schroeder’s cat, he is both dead and alive at the same time and has really cool ghost powers. Also, he can’t read!

-If you haven’t played Ghost Trick, I tragically cannot tell you the spoilers, but this cat is sweet and determined and got a sad man through some rough times.

Judge - Unproductive Fun Time - 2008 - White cat:

-Idk his teeth fucked up tho “I am meowing at my lung’s fullest. I would even argue that the voice that reverberates back to me is the voice of someone I know… have you seen my dear brother?”

-adding some extra propaganda for the judge [non-spoiler]

-He speaks like you gave someone thesaurus for the first time ("Nevertheless, I will introduce myself. I am the Judge, and I am aching to know your name, dear elusory interlocator."

-in some parts of the game it can be read as him making fun of the batter ("Oh, so you can read?" - in response to the batter reading aloud the ad for cat food he was admiring)

-his real name is Pablo

SPOILERS AHEAD FOR THE ENTIRE GAME-- BE WARNED

-His only family is his brother, who he watched as a bird came out of his mouth and revealed his brother was long dead and the bird was puppeteering his corpse around. While you fight the bird the only thing he can say is calling out his brothers name.

-after you kill the bird he stays at the rooftop where it happened and calls out his brothers name (with real sad cat meows) and says the meowing at his lungs fullest line in the original post. he isnt seen again until the very end of the game

-At the end of the game he reappears to berate you (the player) for helping the batter kill eveyone else in the world, and you can choose to side with him and kill the batter. All his special attacks are named after neck, spine, and brain injurys (Anyurysm rupture, Staggering sclerosis, ect)

-with your help he can easily kill the batter with three of his special attacks.

-after you kill the batter he is seen roaming the now empty world, seeming being one of three(?) people left in existance

hes a silly guy basically thanks for coming to my ted talk

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-ALSO The Judge was most likely the inspiration for SANS HIMSELF,

since undertale is highly inspired by OFF and both characters have a part in the game where they judge the players actions, and weigh their morality.

[butterfly-indulgence]

[REDACTED] with an Idol!Angel 

aka [REDACTED] being nasty on main.

CW: Parasocial behavior, obsessive behavior, stalking, mentions of online bullying/harassment ([REDACTED]'s an expert in canceling someone)

As a (crazy) fan:

SFW

[REDACTED] is your biggest fan. And no, that is not an exaggeration. From his perfect attendance to all your lives and events to making several shrines dedicated to you, no one has them beat. 

When I say shrine, I don't mean just a small corner in their apartment. We're talking about rooms filled with your merch, such as your post cards, autographs, posters, plushies, pins… he has it all. 

They're very well-known throughout the online community. Other fans always see him on your posts and if you take a look at their profile, all you would see are posts relating to you and his "delulu moments" (screaming, keysmashing, reaction images and just general lovemailing). You're his star, his precious angel, and you always will be. You shine the brightest in their eyes.

[REDACTED] has bought all of your albums too. His music player is filled with your songs, and he's the type of person to blast it at 3 am while he's hacking. He's the only one living on one of the floors of his apartment building, so he's not disturbing anyone, is he? Either way, what's anyone gonna do? Arrest him? Good luck. He gets away with worse crimes than disturbing the peace.

Your love songs are his favorite. They make him feel giddy inside (and a bit sad. He wishes you were there to sing those sweet words to him face-to-face.)

Branching off from that, you bet he's buying voice packs. They get to hear your lovely voice? All the time if theywanted to? Just take their money.

He's been your fan ever since you debuted and he's very proud of his perfect attendance to all your lives and events. He always has front row seats, and he goes to the events ridiculously early. He's always the first one in line. Other hardcore fans know him and even asked him to join their fan club once. Which he declined. He doesn't want to watch other people gush and fantasize about his angel. The thought of thousands of people vying for your love already makes his blood boil.

You will inevitably recognize [REDACTED] due to their constant presence in events. Seeing someone with so much love and dedication is enough to warm your heart, so you make sure to thank him and give him some extra fanservice. If [REDACTED] didn't have any self control, he might have collapsed then and there. (God they want to hug you and kiss you and spoil you and treat you well and marry you and-)

Many people in the fan community jokingly label them as "that insane angel simp", but they have no idea just how far [REDACTED] is willing to go for you. He can easily obtain any type of information he wants so naturally, he knows where you live. He already set up hidden cameras in your home too. He loves watching you through the cameras; it's one of his favorite past times because he sees the real you. The real angel behind the flawless idol persona. He knows your likes, your dislikes (and he often finds out that the information you give out during interviews are mostly lies; you tend to choose quirky or unique answers instead of your real preferences - oh, you don't like this particular food? But Angel, you look so happy eating it at home after your concert <3), your hobbies, and little habits that even you don't seem to notice. What he doesn't like is when you collapse on your bed after a long day and just… cry. He hates seeing you in pain and wants to comfort you during your saddest moments, but he can't, so he directs his attention elsewhere to give you some privacy. Expect a gift and a fanmail filled with love and support in the next few days. It's his way of cheering you up.

[REDACTED] is one of those brutal fans that would attack anyone who sends you any hate or attempts to destroy your reputation. He has tons of burner accounts at his disposal, and he's not afraid of using them to bully, harass and threaten your haters. He won't stop until their online presence disappears completely. It's why your fan community is so peaceful. Because [REDACTED] shuts the haters up quickly.

[REDACTED] is perhaps your most dangerous stalker… but they're a great repellant for other potentially dangerous people. (A blessing or a curse. View it however you want.) As mentioned above, haters will not touch you, and your information will be under [REDACTED]'s lock and key. Personal information like your address? No one will be able to dig it up no matter how hard they try. Do you have a past controversy you desperately want buried? Consider the evidence deleted. Due to him pulling the strings behind the scenes, in the eyes of the public, you really are just a pure and wholesome person with nothing to stain your name.

NSFW

[REDACTED] indulges himself a lot with fantasies of you. Just the thought of you is enough to get him going, really. Because of the cameras they put all over your home, they have a full view of your most private moments, especially when you're pleasuring yourself on your bed. It's thrilling how he gets to watch you do something so 'unpure', unbefitting of the idol image you carefully crafted. He would definitely stroke himself while watching you, moaning your name as their pleasure builds up. (Though if he hears you moan someone's name, expect [REDACTED] to do some research… and maybe pay the person a visit later.)

If [REDACTED] ever got to fuck you in your idol costume, he thinks his soul might just ascend to heaven (or descend to hell. Whatever.) It gets their possessive streak going. Your pretty lips, spouting words of love on stage while behind closed doors, your attention is all on him? You're giving him genuine words of love through your hazy mind with a blissed out expression on your face? He's done for.

He also masturbates using your pictures, and by the end, they would be crumpled up and stained. Honestly though? His room is heavily decorated with your merch so he can just grab something random off his shelves and he would still get off on it. 

[REDACTED] can get pretty creative when he's going into the woohoo zone and he has several toys he uses often. You're not there (and maybe you never will be), so he has to make something work. 

[kissesfromcaptors]

Summary: You never realized that Ren was this much of a jealous freak... It’s a shame you’re into it so much. [REDACTED] content if you squint

🔞  MINORS DNI  🔞

You banged the door closed on your way back inside your apartment, barely giving Ren the time to follow in after you, pouting like he had been for the last few hours. He lingered in the doorway, looking like a kicked puppy as he fiddled with his shirtsleeves, eyes dropped dejectedly to the floor. You paid him no mind as you silently put down your keys and hung up your coat, seething. It was supposed to be a normal day, hell, it was even shaping up to be a good day, but your mood has soured since your boyfriend had apparently decided to be a dejected, spoiled brat rather than actually participating in spending time with you. You sighed, lips pressed tightly together. And it had been good! You’d gotten up on time, it hadn’t been too busy at work, and the bakery you frequented for your lunch break had upped the size of your drink order for free. Sure, they were small victories, but it was your good day, damn it, and you couldn’t understand why Ren had to be so thoroughly ruining it right now. Flicking the kettle on to boil and flopping listlessly onto your couch, you crossed your arms tightly against your chest before jerking your chin towards him, still standing awkwardly in the corner, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. 

“Well? Are you going to come join me so we can order in, or are you going to pout there all day?” Ren’s head snapped up, looking at you with big, wet, hopeful eyes. Normally, you would have melted if he pulled an expression like that. Right now it only made you angrier, wondering where all his softness had been earlier. You thought back to when he’d arrived at the library to pick you up, smiling and bright, perfectly normal, perfectly fine. You had greeted him, pecked his cheek, and told him to wait just a few minutes for you as Elanor signaled that she needed you to check someone out. He had tightened his grip around your waist before letting you go, trailing off to the counter a few yards behind and leaning against the smooth wood, watching you eagerly as you addressed the patron with a smile and set about checking them out. That had been clingy, sure, but for Ren, still normal, still fine, good even. You liked him close. It wasn’t until you were chatting with your customer politely, scanning through their frankly excessive pile of books that he had snapped, even going so far as to insult the poor man you were assisting with more venom than you had ever heard from him before Elanor had to hurriedly escort him out, shooting you a questioning glance as you sputtered out an apology to the patron, absolutely mortified. Ren was still arguing with her outside when you finally punched out, and she looked well on the way to crying. Confused and alarmed, you watched the words die on his tongue as he saw you approach, perking up immediately. You excused your coworker, apologizing profusely before shooting Ren a stony glare and ushering him away, hissing to him that you’d be talking about this later. 

That’s all you’d had the ability to process through on the short walk home, and what little small talk your boyfriend had tried to broach with you was met with your sullen silence as you mulled the whole ordeal over. You knew he had somewhat of an issue with keeping his personality and reactions straight, but this was over the top in a way that made your head spin. Seemingly hurt by your ignoring him, Ren followed you dejectedly, looking for all the world as if he had no idea what he might have done wrong. Now, in the quiet familiarity of your apartment, he lit up again, practically bounding towards you at your acknowledgment and clambering right onto your open lap.

“Ren!” You exclaimed, not in the mood for his insistent demands for attention right now. He ducked his head into your neck, wrapping his long limbs around you and nuzzling closer, as if any space between the two of you was physically painful. Irritated beyond belief, you tugged on his cardigan, trying to get him to move, and were floored when he only removed the damn thing, teeth unexpectedly digging into your shoulder. 

“Fuck! Ow, get off of me!” You shoved at his chest, completely done with his antics.

Relievingly, he immediately slid off your lap, landing ass first on the floor and looking up at you with concerned, bewildered eyes. He looked ridiculous like that, and you would have been laughing if anything could survive under the scorching heat of your ire. As it was, you stood up, expression pinched, bringing your hand up to exhaustedly rest against your forehead. “For fuck’s sake! What is up with you today?” Ren was silent for a moment, blinking as though confused again, and you sighed, stalking off to the kitchen as you heard the kettle come to boil. Maybe some tea would calm your frayed nerves before you lost your temper and ended up shoving your foot up his ass. With any luck, it would soothe your building headache, too. He clambered after you, sputtering as you loudly rifled through your mug collection. 

“Angel, wait, please, what did I do?” You collect yourself, taking a deep breath. Your favorite mug was still missing, only adding to your frustration, but you finally settled on a commemorative mug from an anime you had been a fan of years ago, setting it down heavily before turning to face him. 

“Alright. No bullshit. You’ve been acting so weird ever since you came to see me today. First you’re picking fights, and now you’re trying to crawl all over me? I need you to talk to me. None of this is okay, I don’t understand why you’re acting like a child. It was supposed to be a good day! We had such a nice evening planned! Why are you doing this?” You jabbed a finger accusingly into his chest, and he stepped back, mouth opening a little in surprise. 

“Oh- I-I’m sorry, I didn’t realize why you were angry with me. I thought I was helping you earlier, that customer was being such a nuisance, and your coworker really shouldn’t interfere when I’m just trying to make your life easier- you deal with enough as it is! I don’t see why it was wrong for me to step in when someone is giving you a hard time. On the walk back, I just thought you were tired from being harassed- I wanted to make you feel better after all of that.” He frowned, looking troubled. 

“Ren, that doesn’t make any sense, he wasn’t doing anything!” He looked away, flushing scarlet.

“B-but he- yes he was! I saw the way he was leering at you, and bringing such a large stack of books to the counter right at the end of your shift like that, clearly he was just trying to stall you! And the way he was reaching for your hands made me sick… He wasn’t brushing up against you on accident, he was trying to take advantage of you! It was disgusting.” Ren hissed, looking enraged by the very memory of the poor man before seeming to catch himself, trying to replace his expression with one closer to innocent concern.

You paused for a moment, taken aback a little by the intensity of Ren’s response, as well as his poorly concealed anger. You reviewed the events of the afternoon in your mind, scanning over the interaction and recalling that Ren had snapped the second the customer had accidentally touched you while handing over his library card. It was such a minor moment, the kind of thing that happens so frequently you hadn’t even registered it. Until now, you wouldn’t have considered it worth a second thought. Reformatting everything with what Ren was saying in mind though-

    “Oh my god,” you said, all of the pieces clicking neatly into place. “You’re jealous.” He froze, face still and impassable. You could practically see the gears turning in his mind, trying to work out how to respond to your accusation. He began to stutter something out, some paltry, innocent excuse, but you weren’t listening. It all made sense, a clear and vivid picture, and you were certain you were right about it. The glare, the fight, how handsy he’d been getting with you- it was obvious. It was also needlessly possessive, over the top, and definitely a red flag, and god damn it, with a surge of sudden heat you realized it shouldn’t be turning you on this much. You reached out, placed a hand against his chest, too consumed by the abrupt, growing need inside you to focus on anything but shutting him up. 

    He came to an abrupt halt, worried blue eyes flicking to your hand before returning to your face. 

    “You are,” you breathed. “You’re jealous. You want me all to yourself. You want to own me.” The inadvertent shiver that passed through you as you laid out your thoughts, verbalized them, made them real, passed through your palm and into his chest, clearly able to be felt as Ren bit his lip, his brows drawing tightly together. The tone in your voice should have been angry, but you just can’t bring yourself to keep it there, all honeyed and soft, caving in where you should have stood your ground. Ren moved to grip your waist in his large hands, soft and unsure at first, testing the waters of your response to his possessive attitude, but quickly tightening around you with bruising force as he began to realize exactly how little resistance you were putting up. He pushed you back a bit, forcing your back into the wall before stepping in close, his large frame shielding you completely from the rest of the world. Ren dipped his lips to your jaw, pressing a lingering kiss there, every movement speaking of a fire barely concealed under his skin. 

    “Okay,” he murmured, his lilting, passive tone conspicuously absent. “So I was jealous. So I couldn’t stand to see the way that creep dared to look at you, dared to touch you,” he spat the last words out like they were poison on his tongue. “Maybe I couldn’t decide what was more important- taking him down or taking you apart.” Your toes curled, thighs pressing together.

    This should be wrong, this should be raising the hairs on the back of your neck, and definitely not in a pleasant way. But how tightly he was holding you, the unfamiliar dominance in his words, how safe and cared for and owned you felt by him in this moment was really doing something for you, and you couldn’t help the whine that bubbled up and spilled over from your lips, fingers curling into his undershirt, clinging to him as if he were your only tether to the world. Ren pulled back from your jaw, one hand sliding down to cup the curve of your ass and pressing an insistent knee between your things. His eyes were steely and intense as he met your gaze, drinking in the flush of your cheeks, how you trembled gently in his arms. His mouth twisted up, smirking down at you knowingly. 

    “Ohh, Angel,” he chuckled, grinding his knee into your groin, savoring the helpless moan from you that followed. “You didn’t seem like the type to like this kind of thing. I wish I had known that sooner- do you know how badly I’ve been wanting to show you that you’re mine and mine alone? How much I’ve wanted to mark you, claim you so there’s never any doubt that you’re taken by me?” 

    “No,” you told him, voice small as you started to rock against his thigh. “I didn’t- I didn’t know that, fuck, Ren uh-” He laid a finger on your mouth, quieting your far sooner than your pride would like to think.

    “Shh, that’s alright. I just need to know one thing, okay?” You nodded, suddenly feeling rather meek in his arms. “Let me show you?” You breathed deeply. This was wrong. This was so wrong. Helpless, hopeless, you nodded your ascent.

The change of pace was immediate. Ren’s grin went wide, half-feral and definitely predatory, and you found yourself flipped to face the wall so quickly it made your head spin. Not wasting any time, you supposed, your pants were tugged to your ankles, and Ren’s large, cool hands traced the curve of your ass, dipping down to run his thumb across your aching hole. 

“You’re so wet already,” he cooed, wonder coloring his tone. “Oh I should have done this a looooong time ago.” You whined, pushing into his fingers, forcing the pads of them into you. He chuckled darkly, though not unkindly, complying with your wish and sinking them into you fully. Apparently you were just as eager as he was- you’d really have to examine that a little later. Right now you were fully taken over by the extraordinary need to have him fuck your brains out. 

“Who do you belong to, Angel?” You bit into your lip, half muffling your moan as he fingers quickly sought the spot he knew would drive you wild. There was no room for denial, no room for air as you cried out, arching your back into his touch.

“You,” you admitted. “I belong to you, Ren.” His teeth found your shoulder again, biting down hard precisely were he’d attacked you earlier, only this time you couldn’t be bothered to care. All that mattered was that it was good and it hurt in exactly the right way, and it was sure to leave a mark. 

“Fuck, you don’t even need any prep, do you?” Ren laughed, curling his fingers. You shuddered, and he retracted them, leaving you feeling so empty you could hardly stand it. This was growing ridiculous, he’d hardly even touched you! “Yeah,” he affirmed, smile shining through his voice. “I think you’re ready f’r me. Hold still, Angel. My Angel.” 

The sound of his belt buckle coming loose made you squirm anticipatorily, and he stilled you with a firm hand fastened around your hip. 

“Still, I said,” he reminded you, punctuating his point with a sharp smack against your ass. You flinched at the contact, but continued to surprise yourself by whining pitifully. Did you really like this? You’d certainly never talked about this before, didn’t even know this stranger who’d taken over your boyfriend’s always gentle touch, but everything he did only seemed to make you wetter, to need him inside you that much more. You felt the broad head of his dick settle over you, and unlike any other time you’d taken him before, he pushed forward until his entire length was fully seated inside you in one pointed thrust.

“Fuck,” you hissed, left with no time to adjust to his significant size before he was slamming into you again, struggling to accommodate to the brutal pace he set right off the bat. Time melted away from you as you bore down, losing touch with anything that wasn’t his breath in your ear or his lips on your throat or the rhythm of his thrusts, moans pouring from you unbidden as the pain dissolved into exhilarating pleasure. He’d been talking, you realized dimly, and you hazily refocused on his words.

“Come on, my love,” he groaned out, “You can’t already be that far gone. I need you to tell me who can fuck you like this, or I’m going to have to make you wait until later to cum on my cock. I know you don’t want that, do you?”

“No one but you,” you replied weakly, pressing your forehead against the wall and grinding eagerly back into his thrusts, a helpless moan tearing through your throat. “Oh, fuck, Ren- more, please, I need more.”

    “What’s that, Angel?” he teased, teeth digging into you again. 

    “MORE! More, please, Ren, I need you so badly,” you sobbed, dignity so far gone you wondered how you’d be looking at yourself in the mirror the next morning. If you could even walk that far, that was. 

“More, huh?” He picked up the pace of his thrusts, reaching forward to toy with your sex while you gasped, quaking under him. “Look at you, so desperate for me that you’re begging for it… Tell me you can never get enough of me. Tell me it’s only me who can fuck you like this. Tell me you need me. Tell me you’re mine. Go on, Angel, use that lovely voice of yours. Tell me.” His voice rose in intensity as he slammed into you, breathy and rough but with an undeniable strength that only stoked the searing heat pooling between your legs. You tried to scramble together a response, opening your mouth to reply and only able to keen unintelligibly, bordering on a scream as he fastened his mouth to your neck and bit down, the sensations overwhelming you entirely. You could feel your knees growing weak, and you began to slip, only to feel Ren’s sturdy arm looping around your waist, holding you up and keeping you securely positioned on his cock. 

“Can’t even talk anymore, can you, Angel? That’s alright, you just look pretty for me and take it, you’re squeezing down on me so tight- you know it’s true, I can tell. You’re letting everyone know how good I’m fucking you just by screaming out like that. Go on, don’t hold back, you’re so close for me, aren’t you?”

Breathless, sweat beading on your forehead and slick running freely down your shaking thighs, you pushed back into his thrusts with all your remaining strength as if the only thing that mattered now was taking him in, chasing the high he gave you, the euphoria no one had even come close to providing you with before. It was like you really were made for him, a perfect matching half to something you had never known was incomplete. Choking out another shamefully loud cry, you reached down to grip the hand that steadied you, pulse racing wildly. You felt possessed, torn cleanly from the surface of the world into a vacuum that was only him. 

“Ren- oh my god, Ren, Ren, I need…” you could barely cobble the words together, and mercifully, he slowed by just a fraction, allowing you to heave in a much needed breath. 

“What do you need, my love? I’ll give you anything. All you need to do is let me know. Tell me how to please you.” There was the tenderness in his voice again, the tone so heartfelt it made your chest throb. You couldn’t see his face right now, but you were sure that if you could there’d practically be stars in his eyes. You gritted your teeth, tears beginning to pool in your lashes in the face of it all, completely destroyed.

“Cum in me,” you gasped, nails biting into his hand in fervent desperation. “I need you to cum in me, Ren, I need you to claim me, I need you to fill me up, I- ah!” 

His pace picked up again, more brutal than ever as you cried out, incapable of speech or even thought with the force he pounded into you with, aching and raw as he grunted in your ear. 

“Y’wanna be my little cumdump then, huh?” he moaned, words heavy with unbridled need, deeper than you’d ever heard his voice dip to before. 

“Please- god, yes please Ren,” you choked, dizzy and so close to release it hurt. He pulled you so tight against him you almost felt like one being, one flesh alight.

“Take it, then,” he commanded, hips beginning to stutter, erratic. “Take all of me. Oh fuck, Angel, my love-” his forehead dropped against your neck and his hand worked furiously at your front as your eyes screwed shut, and you felt his cock beggining to twitch inside you. “You’re mine. Mine mine mineminemine- fuck!” 

The burning liquid spill of his release inside you had you rolling your eyes back as all the worked up tension snapped, quaking apart at your foundations as you came with him in tandem, his name in your throat and his cum in your core. You felt completed, whole. Sated and beginning to drift down exhaustedly from your high, you sighed, sinking deeper into the feeling, only to have your eyes snap open when you felt the retraction of his length replaced immediately by his fingers, still fucking his seed into you languidly even as his dick softened and he caught his breath. You squeaked, thighs clamping down together around his hand, but he only laughed, kissing your shoulder tenderly. 

“Oh Angel,” he practically purred, seeming to delight with the way you tried and failed to collect yourself, overstimulated and left with no option but to take what he was giving you. “You didn’t think I was done with you, did you? After how I had to watch you even give the time of day to someone else? No, precious, I think I’m going to keep you here a while.” You barely had time to process what you had gotten yourself into before he was turning you around, smoothly repinning you to the wall and dropping to his knees in front of you, one of your legs hiked up and slung over his shoulder. He breathed heavily against your sex, watching a stand of cum trail down your inner thigh before licking it back up to your center in a broad, wet stripe. You shivered, reaching down to grip his shoulders for dear life. 

“Go on then, my love,” he murmured, smiling up at you serenely. “Why don’t you tell me more about how I should keep playing with my needy slut?”

[respectthepetty]

Pit Babe Colors Ep. 6

I'm challenging myself with this show and seeing how good my color skills really are, so I'm doing my normal thing of watching it double-speed on mute, but now, the captions are off also. It's just colors and vibes here.

I found out Charlie and Way's superpowers last week from the tags on my post, so let's pray those blue gloves Babe just gave Charlie stop him from -redacted- and lying.

Wait a minute! I thought that was a flashback. Barbara is racing too?! Now, I'm confused about the plot because I thought the team needed to fill Babe's spot, but . . . they need a third racer? Is this you rethinking the plot, Barbara? Or did your special superpowers heal you already and you're thinking about letting Charlie win? But you didn't have superpowers last week. What is happening?

Dean, I know you are going to screw everyone over because you now have to race Charles AND Barbara, but you are already sitting in the red. Damn, sir. No need to spoil the plot development.

Babe won, so what was with all those *looks* from him? And I want to hate Way, but he is the only one who is feeling like me as Charlie's RED IS EXPOSED! Dean, go ruin everyone's life. You have my permission.

Alan, you have tattoos, and you are the only man I trust in life and love, so I'm gonna ignore these red gloves. Not every show can be Wandee Goodday and get color-coded boxing gloves.

Charles wore Babe's black in episode three after sleeping with Babe, then Babe got the picture of Charles getting into the red car. I want to trust Charles and this color exchange, BUT HE IS LYING!

I wish the cards could have stayed in Thai. I did not need to know Alan was apologizing to Jeffrey as he sits there in blue, with that red bag and red smoothie (it's pink, but I'm seeing red, dang it!). Don't throw out those cards, Alan. Jeffrey is gonna need them when he has to apologize for LYING all this time!

CHARLES AND THAT DAMN RED!

Barbie. Stuck between the blue and red. He deserves better.

You know what makes a sky look purple like that? Blue and red. Which is really odd, SINCE BOTH OF YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE BLUE, CHARLES!

It's turning pink! STOP HURTING MY FEELINGS!

No. Putting Barbie in glasses will not make up for the pain I just suffered.

To go from that locker room scene to Waymond looking so sad only for PETER TO BE WATCHING HIM IN THE PINK TOO! I knew they were gonna be an item, but Peter, my man, have you loved Waymond for a while?! Did you know him before you shook his hand and that's why you hesitated? Patricia, I have questions!

Yellow is my favorite color, but, Sonic, why can't you wear blue? I know you like North. You are protecting him right now. But just wear more blue beyond that small stripe on your shirt, so I can trust you!

Jeffrey is back in the red, Alan. Get out now or he'll take you "home" aka Big Red's house that he doesn't know how to get to without the GPS because it's hard for liars to keep track of all their lies.

I won't be crazy and mention the red house showing through the window behind Charles. No. Never.

What do you see, Jeffrey?! That your roommate is gonna break Barbie's heart?!

My God, this episode is laying it on thick with Charles constantly in the red. I get it! He is lying! I KNOW!

Waymond just had to remind me his ass is red too. You're lucky Peter has been in love with you for a minute apparently because I like Peter. But you, sir, are on thin ice.

Did Charles post that picture?! (Sonic, wear blue damnit!)

Barbara, you're fucked up. It's clear that Waymond loves you, and you pull stunts like this. Rude. Selfish. Let the boy brood in peace. You make me feel bad for him, and I don't want to feel bad for him because I know his superpower now, and he keeps trying to touch you.

Every now and then, the show must remind me that Barbara was originally red.

Are you conflicted, Waymond? Because this purple is telling tales that you are in-between the two. Where do you stand, Waynette? Blue or red? TELL ME RIGHT NOW!

Wait a minute!

Before he was a Slut for Christ, Barbara gave you the steering wheel necklace?!

Fuck! Waymond, no! Turn away from the red, bruv! DON'T GO FULL DARK SIDE!

PETER LOVES YOU!

But eff Charles!

Jeffrey has red on again. Someone is dead under that car, so since he is talking to Charles and there are only two drivers now (is Babe still driving or no?), I'm hoping he saw Charles dead and not Waymond. Can I get a Christmas miracle?!

KIMBERLY, MY BELOVED! Please go collect your husband, Kenta, and fuck Big Red up!

In short,

I'm conflicted about Waymond.

I want to know how long Peter has loved Waymond.

I need more of the Kardashians, Kimberly and Kenta.

I still hate Charles because the show is constantly telling me he is red.

I'm happy there was no Whiny Winifred.

I'm okay if Dean messes up everyone's day.

I need Jeffrey to grovel to Alan when his time comes.

[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

tuesday again 3/19/2024

boy hope i never run out of zelda games to play or my mental health is going to Tank. there are very vague endgame stuff spoilers (not where zelda is, but some of the time fuckery) but i am going to spoil a bit of the rito sage quest. nothing is rot-13'ed. i feel like that's a fair compromise since this game has been out for about a year? please let me know YOUR opinions on recent game spoilers

listening

Thanks A Lot But No Thanks from the 1955 musical It's Always Fair Weather, sung by Dolores Grey. this was Dolores Grey propaganda in the @hotvintagepoll. i love a sugar baby song and this is sort of an. anti-sugar-baby song? a satitrical sugar baby song? she thanks suitors for increasingly improbable gifts (the state of Maine, et al) before killing them??

the PIPES on this woman!!! the comedic timing!!! she pulls out a gun and shoots suitors dead while thanking them for an autographed picture of john wayne!!! she pulls a big lever and they all fall under the stage!!! ive been having kind of a Time in the depths of unemployment and this made me genuinely laugh (not one short sharp bark of laughter, full on cackling).

thanks for the darling uranium mine indeed

reading

the moonstone by wilkie collins (and philip). this has been my falling asleep reading book. this is decidedly not a cozy mystery but the stakes are not like. so high i have to keep reading through the night to find out what happens. i'm having a good time with it, currently about halfway and still very irritated with rachel, the main character right now. i have not revised my "spoiled brat" opinion and i look forward to seeing if i ever revise it.

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watching

The Three Musketeers (2011, dir. Paul W.S. Anderson). thank you mackintosh (this is a discard from my hometown library and no one needs to know where that is thanks). it's pretty widely available on free platforms rn which is how you know it's good. it's not Good is the thing but it is extremely fun. it is straight up the three musketeers but with an airship. milla jovovich jumps off an airship into the channel. milla jovovich does some assassins creed shit. luke evans does some assassins creed shit. there is an airship fight and an airship chase. it is So cheesy and unfortunately never got another sequel. it also inexplicably has some of the finest cinematic swordfighting since the golden age of hollywood.

this was a really successful impromptu movie night pick for a more widely varied gang than usual, including some teens. my bestie also enjoyed it, which i am So pleased by bc she has extremely exacting movie taste. this cast is so stacked for no good reason: orlando bloom, luke evans, christoph waltz, mads mikkelsen, matthew macfayden...

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playing

i have a post in my head about breath of the wild and tears of the kingdom and their dialogue with each other about loss and grief, but i think that's going to have to wait until i have a little bit more brainpower. perhaps i can talk a little bit about how they make me feel about loss and grief, and how i was upset for zelda and her hundred-year siege in the last one but i am so so so desperately sad for zelda in tears of the kingdom.

i played through breath of the wild with a constant background sense of loss and grief. this is only partially due to the real-life severe depression and joblessness. i think this is a personal brain thing and not a game thing, but i did feel guilty when fucking around in breath of the wild and not actively doing main quests to save zelda. like i would look at the castle off in the distance and feel kind of bad. the champions (and zelda!) telling link as soon as physically possible that it wasn't his fault made me cry in real life every time. i get it's like a month max of in-universe time between games, but it still feels like he has once again missed SO much. i think this is sort of a larger symptom of depression in that i look at [REDACTED] in tears of the kingdom and get a bit hopeless about [REDACTED] and it's like. well i might as well go pick golden apples and not do main quests. time is meaningless.

i am really glad they kept the shrine of resurrection on the plateau in tears of the kingdom. if that hadn't been there i the player would have felt very unmoored. i cannot begin to think how unreal and depersonalized it would have made link feel.

enough of that! the hero's path function is so funny. there are such huge swathes of the map i looked at and said No Thanks! Not Yet!

my depths map is even funnier. eight lightroots so far. no thank you! too scary still! i thought until VERY RECENTLY that all the caves and wells led to the depths and was avoiding them. mistake! cool shit in caves and wells! some horrible boys as well but they are vastly outnumbered by the cool shit.

the rito sage quest fucked SO severely. i had so much fucking fun with that boss fight even though it took me a real life two hours to get up to the arena with the puzzles to unlock the boss fight. i also surprised myself and did not have to look up how to beat any of the puzzles or the boss! just entered a state of flow and looked up and it was three hours later! i know a lot of people are very grumpy about how this was not a totally new game with a totally new map, but i have nothing but praise for the mechanics in this completely new section. knocked my socks off. made me think but wasn't too frustrating. made me use all my powers and all my weapon types. it was simply a great deal of almost frictionless fun! some over the top sick as shit stuff that is the whole point of video games as a medium imo

unlocked all the geoglyphs and i am Upset. i am UPSET.

and now for some horse talk (TM): i kept the very first horse i caught out of nostalgia even though these stats are not very good. i think the naming scheme for this game will be H (the last game was C). the breath of the wild giant ganon horse is so funny. you can't do shit with this horse. you can't change the mane. you can't change the tack. you can't increase his stats. he's just There. Large.

tangential horse talk: why is this lynel in the wetlands. his feathering and fetlocks are going to rot off. he is going to founder

some places ASCEND works where i didn't expect it to: tree. water you can stand in.

i stumbled across the last power completely accidentally while trying to deliver some eyes to a mysterious god and this was so fucking funny. i DID throw this guy down a big pit in the last game and he never came back. i forgot about that.

also people were fucking gaga for rauru but why didn't i see people talking about either of these two last summer on this, the -girl affix site and the scruffy shredded boy site

some other bits and bobs:

i was so annoyed patricia was part of the compendium in the last game i fucking got her this time ok

very hashtag relatable languages moment

unrelated to either of those things, i have done the gerudo sage quest except for the boss battle and i missed two huge swathes of hashtag tunnel gameplay (going to find riju through the tunnels. simply went overland) and getting to the central temple chamber (simply used ascend). whoops

there's a little tower concept art piece in purah's room in the ancient lab! that's a fun little touch i really love, it really helps differentiate the games and show changes in the overworld between games in a very cheap and east way for the devs

bc i play these games like dressup simulators, i also want to note that misko's tents are also really fun, they really feel like they're from a much earlier era and i'm stumbling across an untouched archaeological site

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making

garden update: growing along okay, it has been so so so wet lately and i should have bitten the bullet and bought the big expensive bag of perlite, the drainage is not terrific. i should elevate all the planters and that would help a bit too. tomatoes are bit leggy, i moved them out of the partial shade on the end of the balcony and in front of the window. i am a bit concerned about them getting scorched, but again it's been so wet lately they need all the help they can get. i feel like they're established enough to be pruned a bit to make them bushier but i am Afraid. there are worse things in life than leggy tomatoes

the pic on the left below: these bush beans are looking a bit strange as well. the four shorter ones came up, promptly withered their cotyledons, and i thought they died until they popped out their first true leaves. the larger ones i think may have some kind of mosaic virus but it's a little early to tell. these are bins that haven't been used outside (they stored clothes in for the move) and new dirt from home depot. either the dirt or the seed stock itself may have been infected? very strange. the cucumbers in the bin in the back (hidden by the beans) are also taking forever to get going. at least the sweet peas are doing fine. the spinach i planted in that back bin withered where the stems met the soil and died. i think it was simply to early and too damp for them.

anyway on the right pic above: these normie peas and normie climbing beans seem to be doing fine. that's dill in the gray pot and basil in the bucket, they also seem to be doing fine. just sort of a perplexing corner on the other side of the balcony.

[agentrouka-blog]

I just remembered that people on various platforms keep blaming sansa for her father’s beheading. She only addressed cersei out of pure courtesy. She was her son’s fiancée, of course, his mother needed an explanation, a simple “hello, my father and I are leaving. I will miss the south and its tournaments, goodbye!” she was just being a lady, which was expected of her. If her father hadn’t been so careless and tried to explain what was going on, she would never have gone to the queen. But let’s blame the 11 year old girl that all she got going south was the death of her wolf and the destruction of her dreams in a couple of days!

Sansa was shrieking, “No, no, stop it, stop it, both of you, you’re spoiling it,” [...] Sansa didn’t know what to do. She watched helplessly, almost blind from her tears. SANSA I AGOT.

Just a little girl. I hate people.

Hi anon!

To preface, there is an excellent breakdown of the timeline of the events around Ned's arrest by @istumpysk that makes it absolutely clear that Sansa had zero (none, not one single bit) influence over Ned's arrest or death. I highly encourage anyone to read it who may be fuzzy on the details. She is not a factor in it. If she had stayed in her room, nothing would have changed.

That said, she very much did absolutely not just go to Cersei out of courtesy.

She was the good girl, the obedient girl, but she had felt as wicked as Arya that morning, sneaking away from Septa Mordane, defying her lord father. She had never done anything so willful before, and she would never have done it then if she hadn't loved Joffrey as much as she did. "[...] The king had been her last hope. The king could command Father to let her stay in King's Landing and marry Prince Joffrey, Sansa knew he could, but the king had always frightened her. He was loud and rough-voiced and drunk as often as not, and he would probably have just sent her back to Lord Eddard, if they even let her see him. So she went to the queen instead, and poured out her heart, and Cersei had listened and thanked her sweetly … only then Ser Arys had escorted her to the high room in Maegor's Holdfast and posted guards, and a few hours later, the fighting had begun outside.  (AGOT, Sansa IV)

She was done being an object in Ned's hands. Ned, unintentionally, pushed her further into the lie that it was about about loving Joffrey. Joffrey is her only excuse for staying in King's Landing, where the courtly culture and glamor had been her only consolation after the events of the Trident and the aftermath that alienated her from her own family. Ned has made it clear in Sansa's eyes that he doesn't care about anything that she wants, and he offers no explanations, so she tries to exercise some agency and fight for the thing she wants herself - couching it in the excuse of love for Joffrey because agency is scary and because she knows no one cares about what she wants for herself alone.

She's 12. She's can't parse all of her feelings, so she lies to herself. But it's pretty clear that she just wants to take control over something about her own life for once. And it's an exercise in utter futility because the information she is acting on is so woefully incomplete because [redacted rant of violent rage against Ned for never once bothering to actually talk to Sansa].

Just a little girl. I hate people.

Same, anon, same.

[checkoutmybookshelf]

Mixing Magic and Science to Shape Dragon Breath

I'd be lying if I said dragons weren't my favorite magical creatures. There are literally two of them on my desk right now, and I have handed more people the Temeraire books than I care to count. That said, the vast majority of my dragon experience is with what I'm gonna call white westerner dragons. If they're not literally fantasy British, they're inspired by fantasy British dragons, and the dragon world is just a lot bigger than that. So I was absolutely delighted to find a book with a Nampeshiwe and broaden my dragon horizons. Let's talk To Shape A Dragon's Breath.

When Kasaqua chooses Anequs to be Nampeshiweisit, it is largely a matter of safety that first convinces Aneques to leave Masquapaug to learn the skiltakraft to effectively Shape Kasaqua's breath. However, this is an Indigenous woman walking into the heart of Fantasy North America with flavors of Fantasy Nordic Countries, so... colonialism, white supremacy, racism, and imperialism are massive themes and major roadblocks that Anequs experiences. And experiences again. And again. And again. From literally everyone, from her friends, to uneasy allies, to indifferent classmates to bitter enemies. The nuance and variation in the racism that Anequs goes head to head with was stunning--as in it left me absolutely stunned.

On top of that, the world is developed to the point that Frau Kuiper keeps laying out multifaceted, multi-party political issues and Anequs just keeps having to go "literally all of these perspectives share the assumption that my people are uncivilized and need either exterminating or civilizing. What if we tried assuming we are people just as civilized as you with a culture culture traditions just as deeply held?" It's amazing how many characters tell Anequs that she is rude for suggesting that she is a person. Like the number of people I wanted to punch while reading was astounding.

That said, no character in this book is a simple allegory or one-dimensional caricature. Theod Knecht was separated from his family and his people at birth and raised to believe that the other way to be a person was to be Anglish--and even then, he could never be Anglish enough to be fully human. His arc is the complicated emotions of unlearning a system that says you have no worth and reconnecting with your people.

Sander is Anglish and coded as Autistic, but he and Anequs have one of my favorite friendships in this book. They take each other day by day on their own terms and at their own paces, and honestly Sander is just a sweetheart.

Liberty is in an interesting position because she is indentured and living in an Anglish society, which prohibits same-sex relationships. Which does not stop Anequs from expressing her feelings for Liberty in ways that are safe and supportive of Liberty. These two are darling and I genuinely cannot wait to see where they go in the sequel.

Then we come to Kasaqua. Kasaqua is just literally playfulness and joy in dragon form, and she is a delight. She isnt as talkative as say Naomi Novik or Rebecca Yarros's dragons are, but she is expressive and personality-filled nonetheless. There is also her deep-seated joy at [redacted because that's kind of a major spoiler and I don't want to spoil this book].

All these relationships really form and solidify at Kuiper's Academy of Natural Philosophy and Skiltakraft, to which Anequs receives a full sholarship. The school is like a mix of senior high school and undergrad at university, since students between 16 and 20 attend. Most of the students are male, with Anequs and Marta the only female students in attendance for this book. The school is run by Frau Kuiper, who, in her day, basically pulled a Mulan/Alanna of Trebond to get chosen by a dragon, trained, and then sent to the front of a war where she distinguished herself. Her "pet project" to to use Anequs and Theod to "prove that nackies can be civilized" which is honestly pretty gross and causes a metric ton of friction between her and Anequs. In the process though, Anequs learns lessons that it is debatable whether Frau Kuiper meant to teach her that I think will let her be heard in Anglish society enough to support and preserve her people.

Overall, this book was amazing. It was HEAVY, but it needed to be, and that weight just adds to the reading experience. This is one of those books that just literally everyone should have to read at some point.

[kaelidascope]

without spoilers obviously lol, but what are your future mm bees domestic hcs?

I think these are safe to reveal without too much spoiling;

After the events of No More Tears, Blake opens up her own yoga and dance studio in the Canyons (Weiss is her investor). Yang completes her tattoo apprenticeship and does that during the weekdays. They get a large condo in Lower Reach together and cycle out the holidays spent between Pyrrha/Weiss and Tai/Ruby. They always go to Menagerie for Blake's birthday and spend January there. Blake gets a cat and names it Bongus (to match Bingus) but she nicknames it Bongo Boy. Yang puts hats on him and he's entirely spoiled. She also builds him his own custom cat tree (it's more like a castle)

Yang wears her prosthetic a lot less in the comfort of their home and among friends. She's also regularly doing physical therapy to help with chronic back pain and [redacted events that happen spoilers] She also tries to go fishing with Tai once a month if their schedules allow. She's starting to find peace in the way her home is filled with voices and pets again.

This idea came from @reeves3 But they also start collecting a ridiculous amount of bee plushies. Birthdays, holidays, special occasions, sick gifts - you name it. Their guest room is full of them. They all have names and Weiss hates it whenever she comes to visit. She says she feels like they watch her when she sleeps. Ruby sometimes takes them around town and takes photos with them like she's the fun aunt taking the kids out for a day.

Ruby also gets inaugurated into Chili's Girls Night with Weiss and Blake. Yang and Pyrrha enjoy their own 'guys night' watching sports or playing board games.

Blake still has bad days, but now she has the tools to deal with them. They deliberately set their schedules to accommodate for days where she has episodes. They're stronger than ever as each other's support systems.

They take cooking classes! They're still horrendous at it. But it's a fun date night.

And lastly, this one's a bit nsfw - but Blake still dances for Yang privately lmao they play their games often ;)

[messenger-of-stupidity]

Can we get a list of redacted headcanons from you

i was reading through the ones you posted and really liked them 🥰

(this is my first time going into somones ask box, even as anon. im nervous lol)

Awww thank you! I'm not going to put the headcanons I made for the fic I'm writing rn (since I dont wanna risk actually spoiling anything) so... here's five headcanons!

Freelancer had their wisdom teeth pulled before Caelum met them, and they were miserable because of the pain and everything else which is why Caelum was assigned to them instead of just anyone else.

Damien can't whistle and it annoys him every day of his life. Every time he tries, he's just blowing air. On the other hand, Huxley can do those sharp two fingered whistles. He learned to do it to help Xavier get the team's attention when everyone wasn't really listening and just talk amongst themselves.

Angel knows the most obscure facts. Like one moment they're playing minecraft and explaining why they like just building things to Davey when out of the blue they go "Did you know that the average human skull's front-to-back measurement is 176 mm for men and 171 mm for women, and the average width is 145 mm for men and 140 mm for women?" And David is just staring at them like "Where the hell did that come from?"

Gavin purposefully misplaces forks so whenever FL is like "WHY CANT I FIND A FORK?" He can pop in and be like "We just finished a round, but if you're looking for a round two I'm right here." (Since Fork sounds like fuck.)

Cam has a charge that he makes friendship bracelets with to help them calm down. They don't remember giving him a friendship bracelet every time he visits, but he does. He has like twenty/thirty friendship bracelets that he wears and switches out on a regular rotation.

[obsessivestickynotes]

Very big rant about the redacted storyline being misunderstood

saw a tiktok of someone complaining about the timeline “handing out answers and spoiling everything”. Though I had read every event of the timeline, I have yet to come across information I had not already known about. (Excluding the very interesting information about how the Solaire clan came to be) I am becoming frustrated with people on tiktok not considering the context and complicity of the storyline. Considering the timeline, Erik had said that these weren’t spoilers about things to come but confirmations.

I saw another tiktok disregarding the importance of the Inversion; saying that the only purpose it served was to traumatize the characters (—I do recall in their previous tiktoks that they were not interested in the “lore” side of things. Which is ok! But I wouldn’t recommend talking about it in such little consideration or knowledge.) I believe that the Inversion served many purposes and will most likely be a opening for bigger things to come.

Additionally, the recent Bowling video, which has already been discussed. People over on tiktok are taking the DAMN relationship out of complete context without mentioning previous discussion of said relationship. This is specifically towards Lasko and Gavin’s relationship. Not only had freelancer allowed the flirting to continue, they also joined in on the teasing. Freelancer’s dynamic with the elementals is also not being considered. It was mentioned in earlier videos (and implied) that freelancer is quiet and a person who listens more than talks. Freelancer was probably sitting back and enjoying their closest friends getting along. That’s it.

But I guess since every character can be a self insert, every insecurity, opinion and action must reflect onto the listener—and if they do not think, say, or do the same thing you would do in a specific situation, then something is clearly wrong with the character and not the person inserting themselves onto the listener/s. Are people forgetting that this is Erik’s story and not yours? That, yes, the listeners can be self-inserts, but they are still Erik’s characters.

I want to mention another post on redacted tiktok that believes that the listener characters choosing “peace” instead of “violence” was lazy writing. They were specifically calling out the Android and Freelancer. The android could choose what to do about Marcus after they were aware of what he was doing to them. The person on tiktok was upset the android did not choose to kill or harm Marcus. If they truly knew anything about the Project Meridian, they would know that it’s a project that is under the control of the GOVERNMENT. Plus, it’s implied that the Android does feel sympathy and probably knows that taking a life is against the law.

Now the freelancer argument; they are upset because freelancer didn’t want Damien to beat the shit out of Kody. Knowing freelancer, they’re whole character and storyline revolves around them being sympathetic and kind. I don’t even have to give examples of the times where freelancer considers their friend’s problems above their own. I know that Kody is very far from a friend and I am not trying to imply that Kody doesn’t deserve a harsh punishment. But, if the person who was complaining about the writing was in charge of the characters actions, I would complain that freelancer encouraging Damien to deck Kody would be out of the character entirely.

If anyone would like to tell me off for being ignorant and rude then I will gladly allow myself to be humbled. Maybe I am being overly passionate and defensive.

[pinkandpurple360]

Was watching Oops and it finally hit me when Blitz called Fizz out on being a “spoiled attention whore” who gets everything he wants without effort and … Blitz is kinda right? 🤔 Like not to say Fizz didn’t work hard and had to put up with Mammon, but Fizz is basically now living it up on top, with his sugar daddy there to give him everything he needs, only has to interact with Mammon once a year, and he really doesn’t do anything to address the “purse dog” accusations. And then the way Fizz responds it by looking at the leash Ozz gave him which I guess is supposed to be heartwarming, but to me plays more like the literal pet imagery …🤢 (I don’t think Fizz is literally Ozzie’s pet but I wonder how Fizz feels about it. It probably won’t be explored)

Pampered* is what he said and yes I see why he’d think that? Though he doesn’t have the full story on that front and I’m sure he doesn’t fully believe it because he does think he ruined fizz’s life. Then again even as a kid he always got the nicer clothes and the better attention.

But yeah…the other 364 days of the year fizz says “my life has been pretty great” so him being abused ?? Contradicts that. Unless he’s being dishonest and secretive. And his critic says “all you do is work at that (redacted) sleaze joint” “you aren’t even a clown anymore” and clown and jester are used interchangeably. This hurts him as if it’s true. He’s quick to believe what others say.

Viv said he was being fake at the show and that he prefers love to lust, but is also liking tweets saying he loves it at Ozzies..??? I cant follow. And how is fizz being overly sexual and preyed on by creepy fans Mammons fault when it’s at Ozzies where all of this happens? Asmodeus doesn’t like when Fizz is sexualised and when fans ogle at him so…why does he pay fizz to do it in “the house of Asmodeus” even when fizz is branded to all ages.

Up until now the fizzbot said “shipped from big Ozzies factory” fizz says “designed by the big man himself” and Asmodeus talks about the fact he doesn’t like designing these things “for him” so I just can’t follow on who’s responsible.

I’m so confused by this narrative. It would make so much more sense if Ozzie said he regrets having a part to play rather than saying it’s all mammons fault cause he’s shitty.

Oh the leash imagery and later the fact Striker says the term ‘purse dog’, when the quivies are representative of chihuahua, is 100% on purpose. What are they doing with it? I don’t know.

Even calling Fizz a pillow princess ties into it. There’s references to ropes and handcuffs multiple times and I guess im supposed to see that as a kink joke maybe? Or literally? I’m not sure. Kinda like when Blitz is cuffed and collared in truth seekers. Mam puts cuffs on him too but those aren’t the soft fluffy kind. Idk the imagery and what I’m supposed to conclude from it is iffy, but there’s definitely a clear pattern.

Fizz’s profile on Ozzies phone, the fluffy cuffs and the imp—offensive animal nickname, whether I’m supposed to see it as cute or as something a bit symbolically darker? I dont know. When it comes to sexuality in this hellaverse anything goes. Even the imagery of Blitz and Fizz in a cage talking about Asmodeus and Stolas is interesting imagery to say the least. Striker is at least somewhat right but then blitz calls him a reverse racist or something …

What is this shows commentary on class ???? aaaaaaa

Unless Viv doesn’t…know what a pillow princess actually is, and thinks it just sounds pretty cause it has princess in it. that’s a possibility. She basically called him a selfish lover? Like Blitz to Verosika?

Fizz also makes animal noises like “meow” and “ribbit” which is basically an imp slur “fire toad” that was not played for laughs. It’s played like it’s an in universe offensive term. Ozzie doesn’t respect imps, just fizz. He calls moxie “a limp dick imp” and blitz a “feisty imp” and threatens to harm his employees who did nothing but look surprised at them both.

And the fact Fizz hurts several imps succubi and other hellborn in his tirade shows how much he has lost touch with people of his own class. Then being caught up in that fight noise gave him agency back, he was an equal teaming up with Blitzø and fighting his own fight. He fucking knocked out Striker, that’s insane change from “i just wanna go home”

As for right now I’m doubtful they’ll address issues with Ozzie because the ship is marketable and popular. They seemed to have transferred strikers commentary on royals from Asmodeus to mammon. Insisting that Asmodeus and stolas are “the good nice monarchs who do nothing wrong ever” but, who knows.

I feel like Fizz only gets to take a break when he’s with Oz, “money can’t buy happiness but it can rent you paradise” feels like this is a hint towards fizz and Ozzies tender but tumultuous, secret relationship. Because he’s been so mistreated before, he’s fine with submitting to some pampering and infantilisation but can’t fully trust it, he doesn’t fully like it, he has to lie, minimise situations, overstate his capabilities, and even beg, for some agency back. Because he’s vulnerable as a disabled imp with fame. Oz would rather Fizz not be famous anymore so people leave him alone, so he can have fizz to himself, even though it’s important to fizz. So he’s conflicted. And very happy when he quits performing. He’s definitely not the one with the agency around mammon or around Asmodeus, and his status as an imp, feeling inferior, and them as kings of sin, whom he feels unworthy of, is exactly why. When he says he doesn’t care what mammon thinks anymore….he turns back to Asmodeus for a thumbs up of approval. And relaxes when he gets it.