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I don't know if anyone has posted this before, but I was watching One Piece: Stampede yesterday. I was watching the eng dub, and the subtitles that went with it were janky speech to text nonsense.

Zoro was fighting Fujitora, and carried out a billion-fold world trichiliocosm.

The best the speech to text could make out trichiliocosm was:

I stopped an laughed for approx 10 years

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Do you kids know how hard it is to hyper fixate on shit as a goddamn adult?? Sorry boss I know you need those files done but I’m too busy giggling like a goddamn school girl over a fictional man

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I've been reading scifigrl47 fics for over 10 years and I still get so excited with each update. Like a dog hearing the word 'treat'

There's two more after this one, so let's see if I can finish it in the next few weeks.

Enjoy, and please be kind, I'm doing my best.

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People seem to have forgotten that "proship" was the Fandom norm for the longest time.

Only, it wasn't called proship. It was called ship and let ship. Or minding your own buisness.

If someone had a ship you didn't like or thought was gross, you would avoid them. If they drew art or wrote stories you didn't agree with or like, you would ignore them.

There were tags like smut, whump, and angst to tell people about things they might not want to read. And then dead dove: do not eat for taboo subjects and especially gritty fic.

Then people started to ignore that. Younger fans started to bully people because they disagreed with shipping certain characters. Whether it be because it "wasn't canon", they thought it was gross, or they just didn't like it.

These people began calling themselves "anti-ship"

Pro-ship became a label to show that someone was against anti-ship.

Eventually, the anti-ship movement began to die down. So do you know what they did? They started accusing people. Of being pedophiles, groomers, rape supporters, and more. All because they wrote or drew things that these people didn't like.

They began claiming that THEY were the Fandom norm, and that these "proshippers" were the bad people. They started claiming that proship stood for "problematic shipping"

Due to this, the term "pro-ship" is often misconstrued as to what it means. Many people don't even KNOW what it means.

It means "anti-censorship".

It means that we support someone's right to produce art, no matter how gross, no matter how taboo, no matter how "problematic"

Because it's not hurting anyone.

If it's something you don't want to see? Block the person. Block the tag. Say in your bio that you don't like it. That's what they're FOR!

This was discussed in earlier days of fandom.

"I wonder why people would read a story in a genre they don't care for, then take the time to let the writer know that sure enough, they didn't care for it. That would be like me going to a restaurant, ordering a slice of cherry pie, then asking that the chef be brought out so I can say "I don't like cherry pie, and I didn't like yours either." To continue this analogy into its usual fannish outcome, the chef would say "Well gee, lady, why did you order it?" And I'd say, "Are you questioning my right to order cherry pie?"

-Unknown 2002

Except now, it would be like the person who didn't like the cherry pie and ordered it anyways then demanded that no restaurant serve cherry pie because it was poison. Not only is it a ridiculous request, it's blatantly untrue.

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Nah, I saw it as David & Angel and Sam & Darlin' all on one couch.

Then Ash, Baabe, Milo & Sweetheart on the floor in front of the TV, laying on their stomachs and their feet swaying in the air.

You know, like the parents watching over their kids lol

Am I the only one who imagined the Shaw pack smash tournament with all 8 of them sitting on one big ass couch or

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As You Like It

[Sam x Darlin'] [NSFW] [Smutty] [But also a little angsty, because everything I write ends up a little sad lol]

Hi - thanks for all the love on my previous fics. Every like and comment has brought a huge smile to my face. This one is explicit, which I have never written before. But as always, the stupid little plot bunny would not leave me alone.

"How do ya want me Darlin'?"

They looked up at Sam. God he looked good like this - in between their thighs, looming above them, about to thrust into their body. The black curtains could not keep out all of the late afternoon's sun, and it gave Sam's blonde hair a lovely golden shine.

Darlin' couldn't resist - they reached up and dug their hands into his hair. With a smirk, they answered "Hard."

Sam gave a grin in return, with just a flash of fang.

When Sam first said he wanted to wait and not rush into this, Darlin' wondered if some of it wasn't due to some confidence issues. Now they saw that was probably projecting some of their own self-confidence issues on him because Sam did not have a single problem with confidence in the bedroom. And he proved that to them - one orgasm at a time.

His hands got a good grip on their hips as he pushed his cock into their body. It was a long thrust, but with the power behind it that made Darlin' shiver when he bottomed out.

Sam paused, and his voice shook a little. "Ok?"

They nodded their head and re-positioned one of their hands down to hold onto his side. They wanted to feel his body move as he thrust. "Yeah. Please?"

Before they could get the word out, Sam was pulling out to just the tip, before plunging back into them.

He started with a slow, steady rhythm with long, deep strokes. Despite themselves, Darlin' made a small whimper at the each of each one.

But it wasn't enough for what they wanted. They tried to lift their hips to match Sam's, but he kept a firm hold on their hips.

"Sam...please...more...harder" they stuttered out between thrusts.

He paused for a second, with his cock still deep within them. Staring down at their sex, he used his grip on their hips to raise them up a little more. With their thighs spread out and Sam looking down at the hole he was currently buried in - god they felt exposed - but in the best possible way.

When Sam pulled out this time, he paused for a second, before slamming back in. Darlin's head snapped back with a moan. God, the man had perfect aim.

Sam took another pause. With gritted teeth, he bit out "Fuck, Darlin'...you feel....gods...just...you", before withdrawing and pushing back in with more force.

He continued the slow and steady rhythm from before, but each thrust ended with a smack of their hips, that was just on the right side of painful.

Their grip on Sam's side was slipping, so they slid their hand up and around to his shoulder. They hesitated for a moment, before deciding to dig their nails into his skin.

Darlin' took glee in the fact that made Sam stutter in his rhythm. His eyes were closed and brow furrowed in concentration, but now he looked at their face, and the naughtly little grin their lips were pulled into.

"Oh, you gorgeous little..." is all he got out before he took their lips in a kiss. He had stopped thrusting, so Darlin' relished the feeling of his cock stretching them out while his tongue melded with theirs.

This time when Sam withdrew, he drived back in with even more strength. Darlin' broke the kiss with a gasp.

Fucking them at a faster speed, his thrusts was causing their body to move up the bedsheets. Darlin' had to move the hand from his hair to brace themselves against the headboard.

Sam was resting his forehead on theirs. Both of them had their lips open and were panting into each others' mouths. Darlin' opened their eyes and looked at the adorable scrunched up face he made when he focused.

"You can go harder."

Sam opened his eyes and slowed his thrusts.

"You can go harder if you want, Sam. I can take it." they crooned seductively.

Or, what they thought was seductively.

It must have been cringy. Why else would Sam stop and sit up to look at them.

Oh god, he's gonna laugh at them. When they are exposed like this. No, just shoot them no-

"I don't wanna break you, sweetheart."

"You won't break me, cowboy. I'm tough."

Sam did that thing they hated - the thing were he tilted his head like a border collie and stared at them, like he was staring right into their soul. That was the best and worst thing about him - he was able to cut through all their bullshit and see their true self. They couldn't lie to him. Not by any fancy vamp power; he just knew how to rearrange their lie into the truth they were trying to conceal.

"Do you want it harder?" he questioned.

Dammit. This was never this hard with Quinn. He did what he wanted - if they did good he told them so, and if they did bad, he definitely told them so.

In retrospect, that wasn't the most healthy thing, but it sure was easy.

And while Sam also took the lead in the bedroom, he didn't take - he asked. And Darlin' was used to being taken from, not giving.

And oh how they wanted to give it to Sam - they wanted to give him absolutely everything he could possibly ask for.

"I wanna please you. I don't want you holding back on my account." Darlin' implored, struggling to find the right words.

Sam sighed and leant back down on his elbows. "I think you're under the wrong impression Darlin'. My aim isn't to make me feel good. Even though this makes me feel so, so good. I'm trying," A kiss to their shoulder "to draw out" A kiss in the divot where shoulder meets neck "every last piece," A kiss just under their jaw "of pleasure," A kiss at the corner of their lips "I could possibly make you feel." A kiss to the nose.

He stared them right in their eyes and said "I aint trying to get me off, hun. I'm trying to make you see stars. And if you need the full force of my superhuman vampire powers to do that, I'm happy to oblige. But right now? I'm just having fun seeing you writhing on my cock."

He started to thrust again, soft, slow, and firm.

"I'm at your service, Darlin'" he whispered in their ear.

They let out a deep moan and squeezed their eyes shut. Moving both hands to his shoulders now, they dug their nails in and told him 'Harder."

Sam did as he was told and put some more strength into his movements, making an audible smack as their bodies came together.

"More...please...harder."

He tightened his hold on their body and put more force into every thrust.

"Yeah, yeah, that's it....Sam...please....faster, I need you fas-"

Sam let out a groan and sat up on his knees. He adjusted so his hands were holding onto their thighs - keeping them spread - and starting fucking into Darlin' like his life depended on it.

The thrusts had the perfect strength, the perfect speed, the perfect angle. If Sam wanted them to see stars, he was on the right track.

They felt the pressure building in their lower stomach. God, so close.

Unhooking their nails from Sam's skin, they reached down between their legs to give themselves a hand. But as soon as he noticed what they were doing, Sam stopped their hand with his. He drew their hand and placed a soft kiss against the skin, before pinning their hand on the pillow next to their head.

"My job" he said with a smirk.

His other hand drifted down between their legs instead. For all of the roughness he was using to fuck them, his hand was light on their sex. Feather soft strokes that they thought would drive them insane. They considered begging him to rub harder, but they didn't have the brain power to do so.

"C'mon Darlin', come into my hand. I gotcha. Come for me. Come on this cock."

Darlin' took one last glimpse at Sam's face before falling over into bliss. They felt their back bow and their body shake, almost to the point they thought they would actually fall apart. But they wouldn't, not while Sam has them in his arms.

They couldn't actually see him - they didn't have enough control over their body to open their eyes yet - but they could feel his body still moving in them. They felt his hands as they moved over their body, his lips caressing the skin of their neck as he murmured sweet nothings.

So close to their artery. Was he gonna bite them finally?

Just as Darlin' worked up a hand to hold the back of his head to keep him in place, Sam jerked as his own orgasm overtook him.

No bite.

The two remained like that for a minute. Holding each other in their embrace and attempting to catch their breath by panting into each other's skin.

When Darlin' felt up to it, they turned their head so their lips were by Sam's ear and whispered "Such pretty stars." and gave the edge of his ear a peck.

Sam huffed a laugh and held on to his Darlin' a little tighter.

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So we all know Angel organised a group trip for the pack to see the Barbie movie right?

You know Angel was so hyped for this movie, they started to plan their outfit as soon as the trailer dropped.

And most of the pack was on board - Asher, Baabe, Milo, Sweetheart, and Sam were so excited. Tank was internally jumping up and down in excitement while keeping their stoic facade. They dressed up in pink like everyone else, but chucked a leather jacket on top so they were still cool.

But David? Absolutely did not want to go. Not in a bad way, just in a "this is a movie that I will not enjoy as I am not the target audience" kind of way. They were happy for Angel and gave his opinion on the several outfits Angel made to pick from.

However, one day at the den, he heard Christian (cause it's always Christian) go on a misogynist, alpha male, 'the barbie movie is what is wrong with society', Ben Shapiro-type rant about the movie. Talking about how offensive it is that Barbie was portrayed as the protaganist, when she is obviously the villian for opressing Ken's masculinity.

Next minute, David's dying his hair blonde, letting Angel paint his nails, buying pink jeans, and telling Christian he can either join the pack in going to the Barbie movie, or he can fuck all the way off outta Dahlia.

The rest of the pack is happy with this turn of events because, David with his natural hair - hot, David with blonde hair - panty-dropping, jaw dropping, eye bulging 'AOOOGA!' hot

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Ok, so when David and Angel first got together, I can totally see Asher love playing pretend that David cheated on him - even though Asher was very much in a relationship with Baabe and he and David were never a thing.

Like going around constantly saying David cheated on him and that's why they don't live together anymore, calling Angel 'the mistress', if Asher can't afford something, he blames it on David not paying his child support (the children in question being the goldfish they used to have.)

The biggest thing Asher ever pulled was when they went on a double date to a karaoke bar. When it was Asher's time to sing, he got up to the stage and announced to the crowd that this song went out to his ex David, who is sitting right there with the slut he cheated with (Angel whoops happily at this).

Asher then puts on the greatest performance of 'I Will Survive' by Gloria Gaynor. Like drag queens would be jealous of this performance. The whole crowd is getting into it. Angel and Baabe are louding singing along as well.

David tries to shout over the crowd to say "WE WERE NEVER TOGETHER IN THE FIRST PLACE ASH!!". But that just backfires - the crowd now thinks David led Asher along and just refused to commit to him.

On one hand, Asher did get a lot of drinks brought for him that night.

On the other hand, when they left the bar, David told Asher he could have a 10 second head start before he started to hunt Asher for sport.

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The Duke and Duchess attend the Monarchal summit

*tug tug*

"Darlin'"

*tug tug*

"Darlin'"

*tug tug*

Sam reached over and placed his hand on Darlin's hand where it was currently fiddling with their sleeve. "Darlin', look at me."

With a huff, Darlin's eyes looked up to Sam.

He struggled to withhold the smile tugging at his lips. His Darlin' was so cute when they were pouting, but Sam knew voicing that wouldn't help at this moment.

"You look wonderful Darlin'. You don't need to try and improve on perfection."

"I feel like I'm playing dress up."

"Well, you are. But so will everyone else. And they'll look way more ridiculous than you will ever feel."

Darlin' purposefully put their hands on their knees and hooked their nails into their skin to stop fidgeting. "Shoulda just sent Milo in my place. Or his mate. They both took way too much glee in treating me like a living, breathing barbie doll."

Sam smiled "Well, you don't look like a barbie right now."

"No, but that's only because I had to get out a colour wheel and show them exactly which colours they were limited to."

Sam chuckled and took one of their hands into his own. "I'm guessing that was a small amount of colours to choose from."

"Yeah, apparently too small according to them. But we ended up in a compromise - colours found in abundance in nature" They lifted their other hand and waved it over their outfit. "That's how they ended up on this. They said the category was 'Peacock Eleganza Extravaganza'"

He cocked his head to the side and ran his eyes over the outfit "Huh, you do look a little bird-ish."

Darlin' had only begun to rant "I would have looked much worse if Milo had his way - he wanted to attach actual peacock feathers to me."

Sam tried not to giggle at the thought of his Darlin' covered in feathers. "Thank god you talked him outta that."

"I didn't though!" they exploded "He insisted that the feathers were part of his vision! He only relented when his mate said that he was being too costume-y."

Sam couldn't help but giggle now.

"But then," they continued "their suggestion was to get a live peacock and walk it around on a leash all night instead! Thank god they couldn't find one to rent at the last minute. I walked out of the room as they were trying to figure out what exactly the legal repercussions would be if they were caught breaking into the zoo and stealing one."

Sam groaned around a grin "Menaces. You're a pack full of menaces."

Darlin' admired Sam's face for a second - he looked gorgeous when he lit up like that. But soon after the anxiety started to bite again.

"You know I don't belong here Sam" they said softly, scared to say it out loud.

Sam's eyes softened "In the limo?"

"Going to the summit." they tried to pull their hand out from Sam's, but he just squeezed his grip on them tighter. "This isn't me - the fanciest I get is putting on slacks and having dinner at Olive Garden." Their tone went quiet again "I'm not gonna fit in there...with them."

If there was one thing in the world Sam hated, it was the look on Darlin's face when they were insecure. They were such a strong presence - give them a task to complete and their gaze would harden and their lips pulled into a stoic grimace. Even when facing someone twice their size, they stood tall and straight, confident that they could take them on.

But insecure Darlin'? With their eyes big and soft, looking up to Sam like a little lost child? It damn near broke his heart.

"That'll make us the 2 outsiders tonight. I'm a hick from no-one-cares-ville. I've never had to - never needed - to blend in with that kinda crowd. And I aint gonna lie to you love - there are those who don't think I deserve to breathe the same air as them. But I never took that as a reason to change myself for them." He let go of their hand and put his arm around their shoulders.

"All you got to do is be yourself Darl'. That's all I ever want you to be." He placed a light kiss right in the middle of their forehead, and then tucked their head onto his shoulder.

Sam put on a smooth charming drawl "If you want, I could always tell William that we're not going to-"

Darlin' pulled away from him "No, Sam."

"But-"

"I said no. William invited me-"

Sam rolled his eyes "It's possible to decline a invitation Darlin'"

"Not when it was a literal gold engraved invitation, it isn't," Sam had to remind himself that it wasn't appropriate at his age to stomp his feet like a child.

"Besides, he was nice enough to invite me as part of the clan, even though I have no claim to it. I have to go."

Sam glanced at them and saw them school their expression into one of determination. "I'm going." Their voice sounded confident, but he could still see a glimpse of that lost little child in their eyes.

The limo turned a driveway and joined the queue of fancy sport cars and other limos dropping off their passengers.

"Well, if we're going, then I suppose I have to tell you something."

Darlin' responded but they were looking out the windscreen to the huge mansion they were getting closer to. "What's that?"

"But you have to promise me this never reaches the pack." That had them direct their focus straight at Sam.

"What is it?"

He grimaced and rubbed his chin. "You know how William's the king of the clan?"

"Yeah."

"And Alexis and Vincent are his progenies?"

'Yes Sam, I pay attention."

"Well, that means they get to be called the princess and prince of the clan."

"O...k... Wait, are you a pr-"

"No, nope, I'm not a prince." Sam shook his head vehemently.

The limo was inching closer to the door now - only 1 car ahead of them.

"So what are you trying to tell me?"

Was Sam sweating? He felt like he was sweating, but when he wiped his hand against his forehead, it came up dry. Gods, this was so hard. "Since I am the progeny of a king's progeny, that makes me..."

"Makes you?"

A valet opened up the door next to Sam, who took this opportunity to rush out the next words. "Well Darlin', that makes me a duke."

He quickly stepped out of the limo. Standing there, adjusting his jacket, he waited for his mate to emerge. And he waited. And he waited.

He was about to duck back inside, when Darlin finally exited the vehicle. With the biggest shit eating grin he's ever seen.

With a high put upon voice his meemaw would have described as 'hoity-toity', they slipped their arm through his and announced loudly "Come Samuel, I am absolutely famished, and I long to tell Jemima about our summer in the Hamptons."

Sam mouthed "Jemima?" as he was dragged into the mansion on Darlin's arm.

He had a feeling, even if Darlin' hid this little fact from the rest of their pack, he was going to be the butt of many jokes for years to come. But it was worth it - the delight they had his expense meant they spent the whole evening with a huge smile on their face.

Sometimes Sam was sad about his turning - how his previous life was snatched away, and then was bestowed a life he never wanted. But he saw the silver lining sometimes. If he hadn't been turned, he might have not met his Darlin'. And might not have their sparkling eyes as they introduced themselves as the mate of the Duke of the Solaire clan to as many as people as possible - taking much pleasure in pointing to Sam "That one. That one there. He's the Duke of the Solaire clan."

Sam congratulated himself for not wearing his crown tonight. He wouldn't want Darlin' to pull a muscle laughing at him.

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LMAO YES!!

But once Angel gets word, they pout until David gets them a crown.

And then Milo & Sweetheart don't want to be outshined.

And Chrissy gets sick of Asher rubbing his crown in his face.

And it all snowballs until William is bulk buying crowns after realising he's adopted an entire wolf pack into his clan.

Which is ok with him, because it's nice to have members of his clan who haven't gone through a period of hating his guts. *oh no I made it sad*

DUKE SAMUEL COLLINS I'M SHRIEKING i know darlin is insufferable for at least a month after they learn about it

"milord perchance might you pass me the tv remote?"

*running ahead to open the door for him* "after your highness <3"

"have a good time at work mighty dukeship"

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Yeah, but then Asher gets wind of it, and starts calling Darlin' Duchess (irregardless of gender)

And insisting (because the pack is all family), that means that his upcoming wedding is a royal one, and that means he deserves to wear a tiara, or at least have a cool sword.

David would stop him, but he also kinda wants to wear a sword at the wedding.

DUKE SAMUEL COLLINS I'M SHRIEKING i know darlin is insufferable for at least a month after they learn about it

"milord perchance might you pass me the tv remote?"

*running ahead to open the door for him* "after your highness <3"

"have a good time at work mighty dukeship"

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*Drops some angst and runs away*

Sam is a caretaker by heart. He needs to feel needed.

So while he doesn't like the distress his Darlin' goes through, he's so thankful that he's a light sleeper and will wake up with they are having a nightmare. They don't sleep without touching each other in some way and Sam can feel any twitch their body makes in their sleep.

It's not often, but Sam knows Darlin' has been through some shit and those dreams can get pretty gnarly. On those nights, he will immediately wake Darlin' up and let them snuggle into his chest, let them sob with big body racking shakes. Eventually, they will fall back to sleep and Sam will not let himself fall back asleep until they know they are in a deep sleep.

Sam loves them - he'll do anything for them.

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Of course, what Sam doesn't realise is that he's not a light sleeper - he's dead, so obviously sleeps like it.

And Darlin's nightmares are not an occasional thing. They are near constant. As far as they get away from Quinn, as much as they build a new life for themselves with loving friends, and a loving boyfriend, it's not enough to save them from their own subconscious.

Now don't give Quinn too much credit - it's not always to do with him. He's not the only source of evil in the world. Sometimes it's the people that they love turning against them - inflicting pain on Darlin' that they think they deserve.

Sometimes it's the people in their life leaving them, and Darlin' losing everything all over again. Having to start another new life. Alone again.

Sometimes it's Darlin' themselves who are the source of evil - their brain concocting scenarios where their body rips through their loved ones, being the monster they once thought they would turn into.

Darlin' eventually wakes themselves up to escape the nightmare. And while they usually crave the comfort of Sam's body, they'll look over at him, peaceful in sleep. Beautiful, lovely, wonderful Sam. And they can't bring themselves to bother him. It's not his fault they are so broken.

So usually they just look at his sleeping face, have a little cry if needed, and try to fall back asleep. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't and they stay up for hours, pretending to wake up when Sam starts to drift back to the waking world.

They know that Sam would want to comfort them for every bad dream, but they just can't bear to wake him up every time. They reserve that for the really bad ones. The ones that when they were still living by themselves, they would get up and go out for a run to clear their head. Now living with Sam, they wouldn't be able to get up without waking him. And if they were going to do that, there was no way he'd let them go for a run without talking about feelings and such nonsense.

So in those times, they allow themselves to be a soft as they need. To submit to the emotions tearing them apart, and let Sam hold them together.

Poor Sam sleeps so hard and takes so much time to wake up, he doesn't actually realise that Darlin' shook him awake and not the other way around.

Not that Darlin' would ever correct him in thinking he's a light sleeper. Sam is a caretaker at heart - Darlin' is scared that if he thought he couldn't stop all the pain they go through, he'll eventually give up on them completely.

So Darlin' lets him sleep.

Darlin' loves Sam - they'd do anything for him.