#[lover and a fighter.]

[danibee33]

*taps microphone* Captain John Price. that’s all, thank you.

[gallierhouse]

Armand’s relationships with his lovers are so interesting to me because they all follow this pattern of what if they were the best thing you ever had and you were nothing to them? Just a notch on the bedpost, maybe less? And it was the best thing you ever had?

[saltpepperbeard]

“Our Blackbeard is a legend, a lover, a fighter, a tactical genius, a poetic soul, and quite possibly insane.”

[epickiya722]

"Love is the most twisted curse"... well, if so, I guess Yuji is about to untwist it and make into a blessing.

[brewed-pangolin]

Imagine what a menace Soap would be with these

Challenged Territory

Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish x Fem Reader

18+ MDNI Explicit Smut, P in V, Soap getting all territorial over silly bruises, cue the Scottish bear

Synopsis: You play a round of rapid fire which ends with a quick session. But those bruises forming ignite the primal side of Soap and he takes it upon himself to mark you as his own

Okay. Call me crazy but I'm for damn sure Soap MacTavish puts play dates down on the calendar.

Just like date nights, movie nights, and camping weekends. Play dates are a must to keep the relationship fresh and full of vigor, especially when he's gone for extended periods of time.

And these little blasters are right up his alley.

But he'd want a fair fight, so expect to be taken to the range a few times to perfect that aim and steady your hand.

Once he's satisfied with your skill level, all hell breaks lose and he ain't holding back.

Your only indication that he's put the game into play will be your blaster on your bedside table. With him already staking out his perfect sniping position as you mentally prepare for the fire fight about to ensue.

And it always ends the same way. Both naked, breathless, and entangled on the living room floor as you tally up who got the most shots to the ass.

And those circular bruises growing on your flesh are nothing compared to the reddened handprint plastered on your left butt cheek.

--

"You can't count-, those slaps-, as hits, Soap," you muttered. A groggy whimper echoing off your tongue.

"Haud yer wheesht, lass. Beat ya by a solid 20. Easily"

"Pfft. 20's pushing it, trigger man."

"Doubt it. Cannae miss hittin' tha sweet ass a'yers."

You shoved your elbow into the center of his chest with a boisterous laugh, forcing a rumbling groan from his throat as he turned you onto your back and caged you beneath his muscular and gel tattered form.

"Ya wanna go 'nother round?" He asked with an excited growl. Eyes brimming in cerulean conquest as a curling smile formed on his kiss ravaged lips.

"Why? You clearly already beat me."

"Wasn't talkin' bout the game, bonnie," he purred lowly. His Scottish brogue thick as molasses as he pressed the bulbous tip of his cock against your wet and silken entrance.

"Feelin' a bit outdone by yer bruises. Need ta add some a'me own. Gotta-," he halted with a groan. Voice catching in his throat as he pushed between your folds and gradually pumped his hardened length into the welcoming walls of your cunt.

You rolled your eyes with a muffled moan, arching your back off the floor to assist in his entry as he glacially thrusted himself until fully seated.

"Johnny," you whimpered. Mouth open with a silent moan as your greedy walls clenched around him.

"I know, bonnie. Yer always so fuckin' tight fer me, aren't ya?" He growled as he encapsulated his mouth over your lips.

Devouring your moans before pulling away. Grabbing tightly at the flesh of your hips as he flared his chest and moved to sit on his haunches.

"Gonnae fuckin' wreck ya, lass."

The bellow that echoed in his brogue sent a spiraling shiver down your spine. Causing you to pulse around him as he hoisted your legs up and rest over his shoulders.

Clawing your nails along the floor for purchase as he pistoned his hips against your ass in a primal and aggressive thrust.

"Johnny!" You wailed, followed by a breathless gasp. Chest heaving, breasts bouncing as your body undulated with the waves of inertia from his forceful drives.

"Tha's it. Gonnae mark ya. Make ya mine. Make ya scream fer me."

Your body went into overdrive as he continually pistoned his cock into your aching cunt. Mind going nearly blank except for one thought that rolled around behind your eyes.

Soap saw those circular marks as a challenge, even if they were done so by his own hand. His need to mark you, claim you as his own pushed him into his primal state as he gripped with measured force into the supple flesh of your thighs.

And you loved it. The growls emanating from the caverns of his chest. The crazed yet loving glare in his eyes as he marked his territory with every throbbing plunge of his cock.

You'd carry those bruises with pride the next morning as you gazed at your figure in the mirror. The only change you'd make is the location. The bruises you loved. The rug burn, not so much.

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[sisyphusshrugged]

[marsidotcom]

i feel the need to point out that charles was probably the first person to ever make any attempts to protect edwin in any way, shape, or form. with the closed off nature of him and his emphasis on his ability to be independent, edwin probably had to look out for himself in the most tucked away, hidden way he knew.

charles never had anyone either, but this had the opposite effect. he put himself towards never letting the people he cared for not have anyone either. No one had protected him from his father, or from those boys, and he sure as hell won’t let edwin or crystal or anyone else go unprotected in the face of witches or assholes or anything stupid enough to try it.

charles doesn’t realize he’s got people protecting him too, now. just because he thinks he himself is his only protector, doesn’t mean it’s the truth, even if edwin and others aren’t as physically direct about it. they were eachothers’ first heroes.

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[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 70

Jaskier is the worst roommate Geralt could ever ask for. He comes home at odd hours of the night, constantly makes noise and chatter, and he brings home random strangers almost every damn night. It'll be three in the morning when Jaskier stumbles in, drunk off his ass, heeled shoes loudly clicking against their floor as he meanders about, squinting and knocking things over. At least he has the decency to mumble "Sorry" every time he breaks something, but is he apologizing to Geralt, or apologizing to the damn mop? He talks to himself, he sings to himself, he sings as a hobby, he sings as a job, he plays his lute/guitar loudly all throughout the day and night, he even talks in his damn sleep. Constant humming, singing, talking, muttering, whispering. Hookups and flings and fuckbuddies galore, both women and men. Not that Geralt cares, it was just something he observed. They'd steal his food, or use up the shower when Geralt was meant to be getting ready for work, or they'd leave and keep the door unlocked. The worst was when Jaskier's bachelor of the night mistook Geralt's bedroom for Jaskier's bedroom and very happily cozied up and went to sleep in Geralt's bed. Naked. Geralt didn't even care if he was high, drunk, or just dumb, he threw him out all the same. When Geralt's girlfriend, Yennefer, breaks up with him, he is comforted by Jaskier of all people. Coming home tipsy and without a shirt, and yet still sitting down next to Geralt and giving him a thoughtful, long, deep pep-talk. Maybe he isn't all bad, after all. Geralt is the worst roommate Jaskier could ever ask for. Don't get Jaskier wrong, Geralt is unbelievably easy on the eyes, but that's pretty much all he has. Geralt always looms silently in the dark, offers brutal remarks at best and grunts at worst, and for some reason always has a little blood on him. It'll be three in the morning when Jaskier stumbles in, drunk off his ass, and Geralt will just walk out of the shadows with an insanely deep "Did you remember to lock the door?", scaring the bleeding daylights out of him! He walks quieter than a damn cat! He should wear a bell like one! Fuck's sakes! Geralt's ~lovely~ comments are always harsh but sadly never truly unprompted. Jaskier will get stuck on a line and ask aloud for help, momentarily forgetting his only recent company has been Geralt, and Geralt will sometimes oblige him with an answer, such as "Can you shut up for five minutes?" "It's too late for this shit." "I hate it." So on and so forth. Jaskier learns to stop asking... Mostly. Jaskier went to shave one time, and found blood in the sink. He looked over at Geralt and asked him if he had cut himself shaving. Geralt said no. Jaskier REASONABLY asked why there had been blood in the sink, and got the answer "Work." WORK?????? "And your job is what?! BLEEDING INTO SINKS!?" and yet Geralt was already walking out the door. But then one night he comes home, to find Geralt waiting for him - Silently, alone in the dark, just sat there. Like always. Weirdo. - demanding his half of the rent. Fuck. Fuck, Jaskier completely forgot- Jaskier starts panicking. He explains how he doesn't have the money, that some of his latest gigs have backed out on him or refused him pay for bullshit reasons and he didn't earn as much as he expected to, and begs to not be kicked out. He's surprised when Geralt calms him down from his spiral, and tells him to take a deep breath and wash away his tears - Shit, when did he start crying? - He comes back and Geralt sits him down and explains he'll cover the entire rent this month, his work had gone extra well recently. He knows what it's like for people to pull out pay or suddenly ignore your deal, and won't hold it against Jaskier, but expects him to be able to pay next time. Jaskier is so overjoyed he hugs Geralt. And Geralt lets him. Maybe he isn't all bad, after all.

[fangxin-guoshi]

Me when the character is steadfast in their beliefs, believes in the good in the world despite facing tragedy after tragedy their entire lives, actively chooses to carry love for others despite witnessing firsthand how horrible humanity can be, refuses to buckle and surrender to the hatred and bitterness that they honestly have every reason to feel, has hope for a brighter future they feel they don't deserve but will fight tooth and nail for it with everything they have regardless, and is defined not by the changes or growth they go through, but by remaining despite the changes forced upon them from the world they live in:

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

[itspileofgoodthings]

always thinking about when I was talking to a friend about IX about Ben’s death and she said “there was a whole lifetime in his smile” and I just. think about that forever.

[epickiya722]

I remember seeing people theorizing that Yuji's Domain would be a boxing ring or something similar because you know, he's Mr. Left Right Goodnight.

And I get why people would think that.

But it never felt right to me because while Yuji excels at combat, he isn't someone who likes to do it.

I pointed out before that Yuji never smiles when he fights. He is always serious while other characters at some point would be having some enjoyment in a fight. Like, they get a little feral or make taunts, that sort of thing.

Yuji isn't like that.

So a boxing ring never felt right to me because Yuji is a great fighter, but he isn't someone who favors it.

Domains usually reflect the character, their aesthetic as a sorcerer.

Yuji?

Trains usually symbol transition. Characters having a journey.

That's Yuji. We're seeing him transition and change from how he was in the beginning to onward. Yuji had to travel from his home to Tokyo. Metaphorically, Yuji is on a journey.

When characters are on a journey in a story, they're gaining experience of something they haven't before. Yuji is a newcomer. When he ate that Curses Finger, his journey as a Jujutsu sorcerer started.

I think about the train scene from Spirited Away.

It's been forever since I watched that movie (kid you not) but it's one scene I think of and that train scene is representative of Chihiro progressing, growing up. The scene is different from the other parts of the movie because it's a quiet scene.

What if that's what going on with Yuji here? His Domain is reflective of him finally reaching that turning point and realizing who he really is/could be? Remember how he has that cog mentality? What if this is the part he breaks out of it?

I already guessed that maybe there won't be any physical fighting between him and Sukuna. I feel like it's going to be a change of pace. We get a "calm" scene where like Chihiro and the spirits in that movie, Yuji embarks on a train ride with Sukuna (who is a spirit) and both have some change to their characters?

Overall, I think a train station is fitting for Yuji.

[big-moon-little-moon]

I would really love to see Liam in the next 4-sided dive episode because 1. it's been a while (🎶) and 2. he's been giving us some real good dorym bits after orym has been focusing on *bigger* stuff and didn't talk about (didn't let himself think about?) dorian for quite some time. First orym's confession during the honesty trial and now they realize sending is working and his first thought is "I can call Dorian". Not "we could contact the tempest", not "we can get more people here and prepare a full mission" - no, he will get to those but right now he can call dorian, he can maybe hear back from him he could tell him- he can call dorian. So he does! He tells him to find the Tempest and if he does they could all see him again and then that freaking pause in the last sentence. The emotional damage of that pause, i swear to gods. "If I don't get the chance again..." he could tell him. He wants to tell him. Is it fair to tell him through the stone? Should he feel like this? Sometimes he thinks that's okay and sometimes he thinks it isn't. "...I've really missed you."

And why didn't he answer?

Soldier orym has been in the driving seat at least since bor'dor but the blue bard is still on this halfling's mind and when he is - watch just how fast romantic orym can take over.

[callistoscope]

harvey’s one and only kink is being loved. Tenderly.

[ambrosiagourmet]

Kabrin is like what if we survived the trauma together but I needed you more than you needed me and I’m angry and bitter and trying to keep it together but I’m FAILING and everyone can see I’m failing and that I’m a failure and what if you only keep me around out of pity, what if you only ever befriended me out of pity… except also I see you and your calm focus and your suave demeanor and I understand that you are just as messy inside as I am, and I wonder how many parts of yourself you have cut off just to keep everything small enough to fit inside of you.