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seredelgi · 1 year ago

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Sweet Punishment

fandom: Attack On Titan/ Shingeki No Kyojin

pairing: Dom!Levi Ackerman x Sub!Fem!Reader, Levi Ackerman x You

summary: Reader's relationship with Levi is everything she could've asked for, he's very sweet and never gets mad at her. There's only one little rule she needs to follow, and when she fails to, then he'll have to punish her.

rating: Mature, 18+

warnings: dom!levi, sub!reader, smut, like a lot, fingering, sex, vaginal sex, dubious consent (she enjoys it tho, believe me), spanking, blood (just a little cut on the lip, but still), unprotected sex (don't try it at home lol), penetration, manhandling (just a tiny bit, she's totally fine) vulgar language?, oh yeah, choking (no passing out), orgasm denial, slight degradation?, idk, this man has me feral, NO SPOILERS

word count: 4.6k

a/n: alright alright, last episode is out, and I'm just in love with Levi so I went down a rabbit hole of smut before deciding to write something down. It's just a scrap, I haven't put much thought in it so keep it in mind. Also, English is not my mother tongue, so go easy on me. Thoughts are in italic

tags: @imlevisoneandonlywife

Part 2

Your boyfriend is just so very good to you that it often makes you question how in the world have you gotten so lucky.

He’s known to be a man of few words, a true soldier, the best in what he does. You’ve never seen him in action, of course, but you’ve heard the stories and the way they’re being told. His subordinates tell them with a glimpse of ecstatic excitement in their eyes, his colleagues with a blatant silent respect. It’s honestly mesmerizing to see the effect he has on people.

But it is nothing compared to the effect he has on you.

You don’t need to see him slaying Titans to know he’s the best. He carries it wherever he goes, whatever he does, he has an aura to him that just draws you in.

And even though he’s perceived by everyone to be just a grumpy man, you get to see his sweetest side. Once Levi gets someone close to his heart, he becomes so severely attached to them that it’s almost suffocating. He showers you with his love and attention, compliments, gifts, simple little signs of his undying devotion towards you. And even though infamously ruthless on the battlefield, you’ve never seen him upset in your regards. Not that you’ve ever given him any reason to be, it’s pretty simple to please him. He’s not even the jealous type, maybe ‘cause he’s way too confident for his own good.

There’s only one little thing that he won’t compromise on.

Since the first time you two have had sex, he’s firmly stated that he wanted to be the only one to pleasure you, that not even you were permitted to relieve the tension on your own. It took you aback a little, but since he’d just managed to make you see stars you agreed.

Honestly, that decision has never truly bothered you that much, he was definitely worth the wait.

But now, as you're home alone waiting for him to get back home, you can’t stop thinking about him, about how good it feels to have him slide inside of you, and pump in and out with that effortlessly relentless pace he usually reserves you so kindly.

You try to focus on each chore you’re on at the moment, but anytime you try your mind seems to wander on its own, and you find yourself aching for him, catching glimpses of the clock hanging in the kitchen, counting down the hours that separate you from seeing him again.

You must be ovulating, ‘cause you feel so damn empty just thinking about him, needing to be filled so desperately it’s almost funny.

“ Just hormones” you huff quietly as you finish washing the dishes “ breathe, y/n”

You’ve never actually considered breaking Levi’s rules, you wouldn’t like lying to him about it. But right now his request just seems so unreasonable.

You eye the door of your bedroom from afar.

He doesn’t have to know.

It’s just one little slip, one little sin to remove a bit of the tension and be able to ease your mind.

For some reason your heart’s racing as you tiptoe silently towards the bedroom, sitting on your bed and sighing as you remember what happened in it the other night. Thinking about it makes you feel incredibly hot between your legs. You can feel your juices stain the white cotton of your panties.

You bite your bottom lip, considering if maybe you should just get up and get back to your chores, maybe put something up in the oven for dinner.

But it’s impossible when all it takes is for you to close your eyes and you can see him, holding you in his arms, leaving humid kisses down your neck, whispering huskily in your ear all the things he wants to do to you.

“ Fuck it” you click your tongue in surrender and place yourself laying back on the center of the mattress.

It’s his fault honestly, for being so ridiculously hot and impossible to wait for. And anyway, he’ll never know. You’ll make it quick. It’s still an hour before he comes back. Plenty of time for you to get off even more than once.

So you lean back and relax.

You close your eyes and he’s there again, looking down at you with hungry eyes, touching you all over your naked body. And as you imagine his touch upon you it’s easy, almost like following his orders, scanning your hands upon the warm skin of your breasts, your fluttering stomach, all the way down between your thighs.

You get rid of your panties, breaths quickening as you can feel his tongue sucking on your hardened nipples. Your whole body is aching so bad just thinking about it, yearning for his hands on you so bad it’s almost bruising.

As you part your legs and gently slip your middle finger between your folds a sudden cry of arousal breaks free from your throat. You just wish it were him touching you, his fingers sliding silently inside of you as you're doing now, gathering your juices before slipping out of your entrance again to bring them toward your clit.

You’re so incredibly wet. He’d surely comment on it if he were here, mocking you for how desperate you look for him. It would be embarrassing if it didn’t turn you on even more. And now that your fingertips are finally massaging your bundle of nerves, that agonizing tension you’ve been feeling all day just gathers in your lower abdomen, ready to let loose.

You’ve been horny all day, so it figures that you’re already so close.

It’s shameful, but it’s true.

Your free hand grips your sheets so hard you think you’ll have to iron them again if you don’t want Levi to notice. But that’s not your concern now. You’re lost in your lust, eyes shut picturing your man sliding inside of you with his cock, whispering all kinds of dirty prayers into your ear. It’s almost as if he’s there.

“ What do you think you’re doing?”

You take a few instants to realize that it’s really him asking you that, flesh and blood in your room, standing by the door and looking at you with the kind of gaze that you’re sure would send any reasonable man a shiver running down their spine.

“ Fuck- Levi” you pant, your hand coming off of you in a spurt, hoping in vain that he won’t comment on it, that he’ll let it slide “ I didn’t hear you come in”

His silver-grey eyes don’t come off of you as you sit at attention, closing your legs and trying to gain some composure. Your mind spins so fast it takes your breath away, your heart stammering loudly in your chest as he clenches his jaw.

He’s standing there, mere meters away from you, his uniform still on, a severe expression darkening his beautiful features.

That’s impossible not to find hot.

“ Yeah, that much was clear” he hums, and by the tone of his voice it’s difficult to determine how actually mad he is, being it the first time you ever break that rule “ So this is what you do when you’re home alone, huh?”

“No it’s not like that, I was just-” you don’t know why you’re so fast at trying to justify yourself when you know full well you haven’t done anything wrong.

You should tell it to him straight. That he doesn’t own you. He might be the best fighter in the known world, a Captain of the Scouts Corp, but that doesn’t give him the right to exert control over your God damn body.

But the words die in your throat. It’s suddenly really hot in there, and you’re still very fucking horny. You’re ashamed to admit that you find yourself quite attracted to this side of him, one you’ve never had the pleasure to fully unravel.

“ Just what? Trying to have fun without me?” he’s finally moving, walking towards the chair in front of your bed, getting rid of his jacket and placing it tiredly upon it.

“ Just warming up for when you came home, honey” you sound so out of breath, and you’re trembling.

You don’t actually think he would do you any harm, and yet his eyes suggest otherwise, his demeanor exudes danger from every pore. If that’s just a hint of the coldness he carries himself into battle with, then it’s no wonder fucking Titans fall at his feet.

“ You know that’s not how it works” his voice is low, steady “ But maybe you need a little reminding”

A hint of mischief lightens up the tension, and he starts walking towards you, slow and lethal like the man you know he is.

“ I didn’t even finish, I swe-”

But you’re cut off by his sudden movement, a quick dash to get a hold of your face, squishing your cheeks together with a hand, he gives you the kind of look that shuts you the hell up and gets that familiar tickle go wild between your legs. You subtly squeeze your thighs together to give your pussy some kind of attention, disobeying right in front of him kind of getting you off now.

“ I’m the only one that can give you pleasure” he almost growls at you, and his hold is so strong it’s bruising you now “ Understood?”

“ Yes, Sir” it’s all you’re able to reply, mind too foggy to gather anything else.

But it looks like he likes it, ‘cause he lets you go, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

Levi Ackerman doesn’t smile easily. So you guess you’ll call him that in the bedroom more often.

He sits on the edge of the bed, and you’re almost disappointed, thinking he’s already done with you.

“ Over my lap” he instructs instead “ Now”

You’re kind of confused about what exactly he’s got in mind. But it doesn’t look like a great idea to ask out loud, so you find yourself complying, crawling towards him, legs a bit shaky from the missed orgasm you almost managed to give yourself.

You get within reach of him, not sure how he wants you to position yourself.

“ How do I-”

But you’re cut off again by his hand reaching for your wrist, tugging you forward, and having you stumble upon him, ending up stomach flat against his thighs. You resist the urge to whine in protest, sensing he’s not keen on you speaking up right about now.

You feel the light fabric of your sundress being roughly lifted up your ass, revealing to him your nakedness.

He sits in appreciation of the view in front of him for a few instants, and you’re feeling every nerve-ending on your body standing at attention for what he’s gonna do next.

The first slap makes your heart skip a beat, you hold your breath and close your eyes shut, and somehow you still manage to hold in your cry of pain. It’s sudden and disconcerting, and it kind of feels wrong to stay silent while he takes such liberties with your body, and yet it makes you squirm in your place to feel more.

The stinging that comes from the second one is even better, ‘cause you’ve expected it, and the high that comes next is kind of inebriating to your drunken senses.

Oh God, you’re so down bad for this man you’ll let him treat you like a disobedient child.

With the third one you can’t help yourself, you cry out in pain as the burning sensation gets your insides in a twirl, while the aching between your legs won’t stop growing desperate by the second.

“ I told you couldn’t do it” his voice is hoarse now, the sound of lust tainting it so clearly it only makes you hornier “ Don’t I give you enough pleasure? Enough attention?” he slaps you hard, and yet it’s not hard enough for you to feel the vibrations of your thighs giving you some kind of relief from the tension you’re holding up between your legs “Are you really that needy?”

You muffle a protest, almost crying from how much you feel desperate for him to touch you, but you don’t dare ask.

Luckily it’s like he’s in your mind, ‘cause you feel his hand suddenly stopping from imparting you that sweet punishment, only to make its way between your reddened thighs, finding your liquids covering their insides, and it’s so good to hear a falter of genuine stupor in his voice as he appraises how wet you are from what he’s doing to you “ Fuck, you really are, aren’t you?” he murmurs, and you can almost feel him licking his lips as he comes to touch your hole now, finding it drenched with your juices “ You’re a fucking mess”

You really are. Your liquids are audibly enveloping his fingers as he sinks them deep into you without much effort, your walls sucking him in. You let go of a sigh of pure ecstasy as you finally feel him fill you up as you’ve longed for all day long. It’s not enough, you want his cock balls deep into you, but you don’t think you’re in the position to make any requests right now.

His desire is undeniable at this point, you can feel it poking at your stomach as he starts pumping his fingers into you, so slowly you’re sure he wants to kill you with this fake kindness. Having his erection pressing into you like that is torture too. He must know that’s what you want. Heck, he seems horny enough to give it to you now, and yet he refrains. What is he up to?

“ You’re so fucking spoiled” he comments as his fingers start pumping at a much higher pace, getting to that spot inside of you that he knows how much you like “ Can’t even wait an hour for me to get home, huh?”

You’re so undeniably turned on, and yet some kind of rebellious part of you hates to let him know so blatantly, and has you trying to refrain from making too much noise. But it’s almost impossible. It would be so much easier to say you’re sorry and have him shift back into his normal tender self, but you’re high on this, and it feels like a waste to have it stop right now.

“ What’s this?” he asks, his tone slightly irritated by your sudden attitude, and you have to put all your efforts into stopping yourself from whimpering when his hand slips out of you so suddenly it makes your whole body shiver “ The silent treatment?”

He reaches for your lips with his other hand, the one that’s not covered in your liquids, and he parts them slowly. You’re too slow to realize what he wants to do, and before you know it you’ve got his thumb inside your mouth and the rest of his fingers holding your neck, lifting you from where you lay on top of him, making you look into his dark grey eyes.

“ Apologize now, and I’ll be gentle”

You don’t want gentle. Not anymore. And neither does he. You can see it in his eyes, he’s hungry for more, he just keeps it together better than you ever could.

“ You fon’t- owm’e” your muffled words were meant to sound challenging, but your eyes, you’re sure, they’re begging for him to fuck you, and this facade of yours is practically ridiculous.

You know ‘cause his smirk is chilling, amused by your pathetic attempts at making this interesting, when really, all he wants is for you to beg him to give it to you.

“ We’ll see about that”

He shoves you back down on the mattress, slipping his thumb out of your warm mouth before getting up with his knees pressing down on the bed and going for his belt, and you can’t help your eyes from lingering on his hurried movements as he lowers his pants and boxers just enough that you can see his cock finally popping out, and it’s so hard it’s almost threatening.

You knew he was just as impatient as you were, finding you getting off on your bed with his name probably escaping your lips must’ve been a treat he wasn’t expecting to stumble upon. But seeing it made you even more eager to feel it inside.

He crawls on top of you so that he’s all you can see, but he’s all you can ever see when you’re this horny.

You lunge up towards his lips. He still hasn’t kissed you, and by now it feels natural to want to, but he dodges you, making you almost pout in response.

“ There are no kisses for bad girls”

That’s so unfair you almost give in on the spot, the apology nearly rolling off your tongue so that you can be able to taste his inside of you.

Instead, you start kissing his neck, but he takes you harshly by the throat and presses you hard into the mattress.

Fuck him, he’s playing dirty.

He presses a knee down between yours and has you part your legs so easily it’s freaking frightening. If it weren’t for the fact that he lowered himself upon the skin of your neck, pressing his cock on the center of your cunt you would be complaining to yourself about how much control he has over you. But you like it too much to really care.

He starts kissing your neck slowly, so slowly it feels like torture, and his hips start rutting against your dripping core at the same dangerous pace. He can kill you with all of this, gentle when you want hard fucking and bites and marks to last for days. And yet it’s enough pressure, enough contact to leave you on the edge, enough to feel like crying with frustration. He’s already brought you so close with his hand before, and you almost came on your own before that, you’re practically holding on for dear life at this point.

“ Levi-” you can’t help but sob in his ear, feeling his breath grazing upon your warm skin as he answers you, his voice a delicate purr:

“ Yes?”

“ Please- fuck” you beg, dignity be damned. You’re a whore for this man, who are you even kidding?

“ Please what?” his tip is slowly pushing inside of you, only to slip out again as he teases you, and you think he’s never been so damn cruel to you in bed. It’s intoxicating how much you’re liking it.

“ Please, please, Levi, fuck me” your voice is so distorted by need that it’s practically unrecognizable, and the kind of chuckle that he ghosts upon your skin when he finally decides to stop playing with you would have your blood run cold, wouldn’t it be for the hotness of being surrounded by him with so much desire.

“ As you wish” he only says, before finally sliding his whole length inside of you, one deep thrust and you’re fucking screaming into the void of the room, clinging to his back and begging to the Gods above for it to never stop.

He’s finally fucking you as you wanted, deep thrusts crashing against your aching clit, your juices dripping down on the freshly clean sheets of your bed to create a pool of delicious wetness beneath you two.

He raises, towering over you, and he’s just so damn beautiful that he looks unreal.

“ Apologize” he orders again, this time you can hear the slightest little falter in his voice as he pumps in and out of you without mercy, still holding you down against the mattress by the neck.

Heck no.

You can’t risk this stopping now that you’re finally filled with him, now that you’re so close to getting what you’ve wanted all day.

You find the strength to shake your head no.

You catch a glimpse of indignation glinting in his eyes, something so fleeting it’s gone in an instant, but it’s impossible to feel scared when every single movement of his is sending shivers down your spine, and each thrust against your clit brings you one step closer to fucking paradise.

You’re already so close, and you’re so drunk on pleasure that you’re way past feeling shameful for it. You’re a babbling mess and you just love it.

“ Don’t you dare come” he threatens. His voice rasp, his breaths quicker and you feel something twist inside of you. He can’t do this to you. He can’t play with you like this. It’s simply evil.

“ Please” you whine, your voice a whisper, your eyes teary, his hold on your neck starting to limit the amount of air being able to reach your lungs. You feel like passing out like this would be heaven on earth. But you want to cum first.

He can’t rob you of it, not after all that you’ve let him do to you today. So you’ll come and hope for dear life to be able to refrain yourself from making it obvious.

You can feel your walls clenching around his cock, any thrust of his could be the last one, before-

Fuck. He can’t be serious.

He slipped out while you were almost there.

He’s nuzzling his nose against your neck, leaving little bites on your impatient skin as you cry, only able to complain.

“ I know you too well by now, love” he murmurs silently on your skin, his hand on your throat finally coming off, making you able to breathe in properly “ I can feel when you’re close, you can’t fool me”

He raises his silver-grey eyes upon you, and they’re filled with dark intents, so dangerous that your heart skips a beat.

“ Now apologize” his voice is firm, and his tone is so low it almost feels like a threat. This time, you know, if you don’t he’ll walk away on you. And you can’t have it.

“ I’m sorry” you finally give in, tears running down your cheeks, a pathetic mess, desperate to feel your man filling you up with his cum “ I’m sorry, Levi, please”

He sighs as if annoyed by all of this.

“ Will you ever disobey me again?”

“ Never, fuck- I swear” you’re too fast to shake your head no to that, giving him up any control he wanted over you and your body “ I will never touch myself again, I promise, Captain”

Much like the ‘Sir’ you had uttered before, this too sends a proud little sparkle flying in his irises, and at that he falls apart too, kissing your neck violently and sinking inside of you again, revealing himself just as lost in his desire as you are.

“ You’re so hot when you beg me” he chants upon your skin and you shiver as he bites your neck and sucks onto your tender skin, making you moan his name so loud you’re glad you don’t have any neighbors “ I love it, fuck- I love you”

It’s not often that Levi throws those words at you, and any time he does it feels like you’re golden in his hands, like you’re the last meal for a starved man.

His pace has become relentless, and it’s breaking you apart.

You meet his eyes, and this time around there’s no more coldness in them, no more anger or attitude of any kind, his features have softened underneath the burden of pleasure, and his eyes are so full of love it makes you hold your breath and cross your legs around his waist, keeping him so close you can feel his heart beating underneath his chest.

At times like this you can’t believe he’s yours, can’t believe you get to be fucked by the best soldier humanity has ever seen. You’re blessed. So what if you can’t touch yourself? All of this is just so worth it.

“ Can I kiss you now?” you ask, breathless.

He looks down on you with a hint of stupor, as if he were surprised that right now, a step away from your orgasm, you still look for his lips. And then he crashes down upon you, kissing you as if he hadn’t in years, as if there is no one else in the world.

You’re washed over by a sense of ecstasy, it runs throughout your whole body as you chase your relief, and when you finally break apart, you start shuddering against him, crying his name in his mouth, thanking him for everything he’s making you feel.

“ That’s it” you hear him in the background of your pleasure, praising you upon your feverish skin “ my good girl”

And then he kisses you again, this time violent, ravenous.

As you slowly come down from your high a sudden pain makes you realize he’s bit your lip, and by the drops of red staining his mouth when he parts from you you think he’s cut it, his hand clasping around your neck again, his brows furrowed, his eyes upon you.

“ You’re mine, yeah?”

He asks it with a verge of doubt, a vulnerability he rarely grants himself, usually when it concerns you.

It makes your heart ache and you kiss him again, the ferrous taste of your own blood corrupting the delicious one of his lips. You find it astounding that he even feels the need to ask you this, especially after all that has just occurred, the way you’ve let him dispose of you. Whose else would you ever be?

“ Only yours, Levi Ackerman, always”

“ Fuck- I’m so close” he pants.

“ Cum inside of me” you beg him quietly, and he sets you free of the hold on your neck and crashes down on you, slipping his arms under your shoulders and keeping you so close to him he could probably break you.

“ You want it in your pretty pussy, huh?” he asks, his voice croaking with pleasure, it almost breaks from how close he is.

“ Yes, Sir”

That seems to do it, ‘cause he lets out the kind of groan you’ve learned to recognize as he holds you to him, his movements erratic, his breaths hot and heavy against your neck, through your hair. He slams a hand on the headboard to keep himself steady, and you see his face twist deliciously as he’s overcome with pleasure.

“ Fuck” he swears as you feel his hot seed springing into you, filling you up as you’ve longed for, and it’s just perfect. You love feeling him emptying inside of you, it makes you feel fulfilled. It drives you.

He towers above you for a few more instants, his heavy breaths crashing down on you, lips still red from your blood. Then he comes collapsing beside you, still dressed in his uniform, even though some of his buttons have accidentally been undone in the heat of the moment.

You lay silently for a while, the high of passion slowly taming as you both wrap your heads around whatever has just happened. You’re kind of shocked. You honestly did not think you would be into any of what’s just occurred, but he’s just too hot to be denied.

“ Maybe I should try to masturbate more often” you casually throw the words in the silence of the room, hoping to elicit a laugh from him.

Long shot.

“ Don’t you dare” he threatens instead.

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onwhatcaptain · 6 months ago

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hi i didn’t know what Star Trek was until i came across your fic it’s so. Real. poor McCoy bruh nobody’s gonna know what he went through …I guess it’s not entirely gone, but still. He didn’t get the three socks metaphor.

YOU TRICKED ME. canon divergent LIEEE LIEEEE

The way you omit time travel as a tag is craaazyy (I love time travel) AND AND THE SUNMARY BEING

“About men who love each other” LIKE NOT TWO MEN but all THREE

I do have one question though. If McCoy said “tell him you missed him” and set up the holo night, then in the first timeline had McCoy already gone back at that point and failed?

Hi! So I saw your comment on AO3 (please forgive me if it takes a moment to reply, I have an enormous backlog of comments to get around to after I took a break when the fic ended!) and I knew I absolutely had to ask you these burning questions: how did you find my fic if you didn't know what Star Trek was? What inspired you to read it?

I am beyond thrilled that you enjoyed the story and so touched that you read it all the way through without having seen Star Trek, but I absolutely have to ask what the story behind this is if you're willing to share with me!

It's definitely still canon divergent in a sort of way! At least in my figurative and literal book if you know the episode that inspired this novel, it would definitely be considered divergent:) I wanted to keep things as spoiler-free as possible to retain the surprise and emotional weight of the story, so I made the decision early on to not tag where the plot or ending was going, which definitely threw a lot of people off! Sorry for the trickery!

I ADORE that you pointed out the summary. I was actually shocked when I was reading this ask, because it was absolutely intentional and a huge part of the foreshadowing, but you're the only reader to my knowledge that has consciously noticed that choice, and you haven't even seen Star Trek!! Amazing!! I have such a big smile on my face right now!

More below because I realize this is getting long already!

As for poor McCoy, it is truly tragic nobody will know what he went through. In Star Trek, a lot of fans (rightfully) emphasize the love between Kirk and Spock, which I feel is only kept alive because of McCoy's quiet love for them both in the background as he takes care of them. In a way, it's a tribute to love that goes unnoticed, unseen.

With regards to your question, it's a great question! And I don't have a perfect answer for it, because it's entirely paradoxical. The first half of the story can only happen if the second half happens, because Kirk and Spock would not act on their feelings without the existence of the holo night and McCoy's intervention. But in the original timeline, they still die even though McCoy's actions in the latter half of the novel seem to exist. It's totally circular. It's expounded on somewhat in Forever and a Day, where McCoy tries to make sense of the same question and concludes that even if he does succeed, they will still die.

McCoy tries not to think about the horrifying implications. The knowledge that no matter what he did, he could not undo their deaths. To live, they would always need to die.

This doesn't necessarily mean that McCoy has gone back before, but it raise some serious questions about metaphysics and leaves a lot unanswered, because the two events now cause each other, and they also contradict each other. I actually took a stab at explaining the metaphysics in way greater detail in the fic originally, but my beta reader (correctly) told me this would confuse readers. So because it's confusing, I later just wave my sci-fi authorial wand to try and convince you to go along with it! :)

"And I like how the paradox makes no sense.” “I reckon it’s not meant to. They never do."

I do have to say, I recommend giving Star Trek a watch if you were interested! I think it's an amazing show. Again, thank you so much for taking the time to read a whole novel about a show you had no idea about!!

#thank you for this ask!!!#asks #star trek #star trek tos #spirk #kirk x spock

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cat-of-starlight · 1 year ago

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Ok-

In the wake of the new Limbus Brainrot because Canto 4 ended, I've been seeing a certain... Dante related theory... making the rounds again and I wanted to post my thoughts about it.

Putting it under the cut for length reasons- No specific spoilers?, I just don't wanna blast people with the text wall lmao

I gotta say, I really hate the Dante = Ayin theory. Desperately.

Not any hate to the people theorizing- not like that, I just already have a deep hatred of [x person is actually y person]/Reincarnation/etc. theories.

Why, you may ask? Well, in the case of this theory specifically, I have three main reasons.

1 - The vibes of the two characters themselves

Important note, I actually like both characters. I know some people have A Lot to say about Ayin, and honestly so do I (Probably different things but yea), but I generally don't mind him as much as some other people seem to.

I also love Dante.

And Specifically, I'll say- I like them both for Incredibly Different Reasons. Different enough reasons that I feel that mixing the two would ruin them both. I mean sure, Dante CLEARLY has something going on in the memories they can't yet remember, but honestly? Ayin already had his arc. HAD his chance in the spotlight- a whole game of it. I wouldn't mind a cameo, or reason for him to be important in some way, but I'd be crushed if all the reasons I've come to love Dante were smothered by "oops all Ayin"

I feel like it would make it almost... Pointless? "Oh yea this character may have had their whole character arc, but surprise! They aren't REALLY their own person and are instead this dude who already had his character arc!"

2 - They/Them Dante Supremacy™

Now, considering that the meme They/Them Dante post that I made blew up and is now my most popular post on my blog, I think its safe to say where I stand on the Dante's Pronouns part of everything-

I think it would be kind of... dismissive of that to make "Oh yea they were they/them to hide their identity" Because uhhh. Their identity is already hidden. We can't see their face. Literally anyone could have their head taken, a clock replaced, and that outfit slapped on and it generally wouldn't matter-

I feel like it kind of would send the message of "They can only count as they/them because their everything is hidden and we can't tell anyway" which??? No??? Even once Dante's actual head gets revealed, if people start switching calling them to whatever gender they look the most like and the game still uses they/them I'm Going To Bite People.

3 - ??

The least plot relevant, and the most just vibe based is- I just kinda feel like this type of reveal in writing often kinda feels like a cop out? I mean, I'm sure there's probably a well done version of one of these, but I sure as hell haven't found it yet-

I mean, in a BIG city with TONS of characters, there is SO MUCH plot that a character can have, without needing to jump back to a character that they already have. Sure- Project Moon Protags often have a Big Reveal, and its often Shocking- but does it really need to be a rehashed reveal from the first game? "boo he's old news get new material" ya know?

Anyway yea. I don't like the theory- Never have from the first time I saw a post about it.

If you like it, feel free to keep on with it- I don't mean this to say "If you theorize this, you suck" or anything, I just keep seeing it, and felt the desire to put my own two cents in~

But yea, keep on with it if you like it? Maybe tag it something specific and I'll just block the tag lmao

#It just doesn't vibe with me idk #They will always be separate in my head #Again I just don't like that genre of theories ANYWAY but yea #limbus company #dante limbus company #dante lcb #lcb

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tearlessrain · 6 months ago

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Tagged by @dingoat (thanks!!)

3 ships

okay so this is going to be 100% ocs but right now

My Sith Warrior Kalarros and @darth-bagel's smuggler/crimelord Sylvas. look it's basically just canon at this point, I love these two, I love their relationship. it could be argued that it's not really romantic, they're both married to other people and have a few other relationships (all consensually to be clear, they're not having an affair they're both very poly). Sylvas's husband was actually the one who originally set them up for some bdsm shenanigans (because honestly the only reason Kalarros isn't a pro dom is it's never occurred to him to charge for it, and said husband is also a Sith who'd considered Kalarros a friend for years prior to that and trusted him to look after Sylvas and treat them well) and they clicked spectacularly and developed a strong bond over the years. At this point they're so entwined with each other's stories that I've pretty much abandoned my original canon for Kalarros because it's just vastly improved with Sylvas in it lol. they've stuck by each other through some rough times on both sides and consider each other much more than casual play partners by now.

Khatte and another of Bagel's ocs, their bounty hunter Liz. honestly these two are just a lot of fun and kind of happened by accident, we had minimal involvement in this they just decided to develop a mutual crush and now Khatte has firmly entered his femdom era. it honestly wouldn't have worked pre Alliance era, Liz has zero tolerance for his bullshit and Khatte is significantly better at keeping his bullshit in check with some legitimate therapy under his belt. It's fairly casual but probably one of the healthiest relationships he's ever had just because he knows she won't settle for less and he likes her enough to meet those standards. what can I say, Khatte's type is people who could kill him and Liz's type (at least when it comes to men) is "extremely competent but also kind of pathetic" so of course they saw each other and instantly had to fuck.

taking an abrupt turn from SWTOR into BG3, my Durge (or half of my Durge) Ryldimar and @elaphaemourra's Tav Dragonfly. listen I did not particularly even like Durge as a concept until these two happened. [SPOILERS REDACTED I FUCKED UP SOME PEOPLE I TAGGED HAVEN'T PLAYED DURGE YET]

First Ship

I'm honestly not sure? technically this might also be ocs, because I was writing original fiction before I ever got into fandom spaces and even then I've never really actively shipped canon characters from other media that much (I passively ship a lot of things but I don't get that invested yknow?). so it's probably Talon and Iadra, my gryphons from a fantasy thing I started writing in high school and have been continuously developing for the last fifteen years or so. Talon is actually half gryphon, in this world gryphons are shapeshifters and are capable of both assuming a humanoid form and interbreeding with that planet's closest human analog (and also humans, theoretically, though I'm unclear on whether any of them have gotten to earth and tested that, the worldbuilding kind of got away from me and it's a beautiful mess now). gryphons bond for life the way a lot of predatory birds do and these two are completely devoted to each other, and also they have the fun aesthetic element of Talon being about 1/3 Iadra's size when she's in gryphonic form (due to an Incident™, he lost one of his wings years ago and it caused him to be stuck between forms, so he mainly looks like a slightly feathery Guy with a singular wing. about what you'd expect of an oc I made in high school but I love him okay).

Last Song

uuuh the Ken Theriot cover of The Witch of the Westmereland I think.

Currently Reading

honestly I have not been doing a lot of reading lately (been meaning to get back to it but yknow) but I'm in the middle of The Black Gryphon by Mercedes Lackey

Last Film

OG Star Wars, couple days ago my internet went out and that was one of three movies I happen to have on my hard drive (take a wild guess what the other two are)

Currently Craving

Salmon chirashi. I literally always want any iteration of raw salmon combined with sushi rice. fortunately I'm refilling my meds in a few days (to be clear the meds are unrelated to my love of salmon, there just happens to be a really good sushi place within a block of my pharmacy so I get chirashi whenever I need to pick something up)

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crystallizsch · 10 months ago

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fandomshatefatpeople · 7 months ago

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I've been fat my whole life. Ever since I was a kid. And ever since I was a kid I've been mocked, bullied, ridiculed, insulted and even physically assaulted for being fat. To the point I ended up with an eating disorder and lost a lost of weight. Way too fast. In a way that wasn't healthy at all. But I still wasn't happy. Because I couldn't recognize myself anymore. And I felt like i was just doing this for other people. But it's just so hard for me to accept my body. It just feels like I'll never be happy with it no matter what

I'm so sorry we haven't answered this. I know that this is a triggering ask so I'm gonna add all the tags i possibly can followers.

I'm actually a lot like you Nonny. I was a chubby kid, then got my period at 10 because I was so fat. I had an eating disorder by 14 and while it didn't last long (the bulimia at least) I kinda got comfortable in my skin even though I slowly crawled back up to my previous weight I got diagnosed with depression and anxiety. So the meds they put me on made me gain weight (50 pounds in 6 months). There after I did yoyo dieting and exercising flirted with bulimia again but it didn't work this time.

I'm not telling you this to trauma dump. I want you to consider my age and experience. I'm in my early forties. And its like... part of the reason I wasn't happy with my body was because I grew up with magazines and tv and movies constantly showing me thin ppl.

i don't think I stopped yoyo dieting until the cycle of yoyp dieting made me hit 250 lbs (I'm only 5'2) by then i was like 28/30ish. And like I think what changed was that I was watching media with like Donna from Parks and Rec, Shirley Bennet from Community. And they were never made to feel ugly for being fat. It was eye opening. (spoiler alert even though I'm not black Ugly betty was like more of the same thin ppl are the only that matter).

I don't think I really got comfortable in my skin until I joined pinterest about 7 or 8 years ago and got fed a steady stream of fat people in cute outfits.

Its still hard to find fat representation though. And I started looking into romance novels with chubby and fat protagonists about 5 years ago. Most notably the Brown sisters trilogy. They're all overweight and they all have these handsome men falling head over heels with them.

But like its one thing to admire people on pinterest with cute outfits. its a complete other thing to actually shop for yourself and give yourself permission to buy cute clothes.

One strange thing that happened about 3 years ago was that I gained like 40 pounds and all of my boring clothes didn't fit me anymore.

So this time shopped on lane bryant for cute dresses and jeans. and torrid, and hot topic. I started playing with makeup. (before I had like a uniform of jeans).

I'm not gonna lie people will *always* praise you for losing weight even if its because you're literally sick with an eating disorder or having health problems. (a friend of mine who did belly dancing lost like 30 pounds like really fast because all of the sudden she couldn't process meat anymore everyone fawned over her weight loss). she was literally starving and people wouldn't stop cooing over her skinniness.

I don't know what to think about society at large and their obsession with thinness. I've tried telling my family that I no longer want to keep clothes from when I was 250ish and they're all like "oh don't worry you'll lose the weight!!!"

I'm like bitch please. But its exhausting having people encourage you to lose weight. If you want you can message us off anon!!!

*hugs*

mod laina

#eating disorders #disordered eating #fatphobia tw #diet culture #bulimia mention

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itsyagurlchip · 6 months ago

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for the undertale au (i don't know undertale so these questions might be dum dum)

#1 does reader have parents? If so where do they think they are?

#2 who is their mortal enemy? And who is their best friend?

#3 what is their biggest goal at the moment? What are they working towards?

thank you so much for these questions!! i appreciate you sm 😋❤️❤️

at this point world building is more important than spoilers so here u go-

ive thought alot about this actually, even before you had asked this. i think it would be really interesting if reader had parents considering they're an orphan.

rn im seeing if it would better if they did or not so here are the possibilities;

if reader did have parents then theyre prolly dead and that's how they ended up an orphan. i want to be either in a traumatic way, where they watched their parents die (but then id prolly write reader as an emotionally unavailable character so that wont do) or where reader ran from an abusive household looking for a better life (which sounds way better in my opinion, could write a way more interesting back story w/ that.)

i would rather the parents be shitty ppl and still alive rather than the nicest ppl but dead. one) id feel horrible after writing that- two) writing shitty parents sounds fun (i keep on thinking of the willoughbys 💀💀) like- they would be shitty, but in a "well damn" way yk? i want this to be a crack fic almost

(but not to the point where it disregards feelings yk?)

if reader did not have parents, like i said earlier theyd prolly be dead from some traumatic accident blah blah blah, or they would have given reader away at birth.

they would either not want her for the sole purpose of having a child, or they wouldn't be able to take care if her due to their living situation. but im not sure how to write character like that- especially with them being an adult as well

2. i haven't thought about this yet- reader would prolly have an issue with ppl who try to change others just for the sake of them being comfy. yk that brats movie with that mean girl? yea- maybe someone like her would make reader blow their top.

reader would have a friend group that love and support them sm- thinking about it now, what if reader has TWO black cat friends?

thats it im making ocs now

3. biggest goal? not very sure about that, but i wanted to show the reader developing into who they want to be with the skeletons. that was the main thing i was thinking about.

i may come to a conclusion when i find some other parts of their personality and their livelihood. so far, reader is a character who is:

chaotic in a good way

understanding

logical (with other people- by themselves it's just-)

crafty

quick thinking

i pretty much want to give them the personality of an older sibling (*cough* me *cough*), but i still want them to be enjoyable and relatable to read about.

thank you for asking! this helped me come to a lot of conclusions n stuff-

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ecosystem-administrator · 1 year ago

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Fulsome

Timeline: Nebulously post 6.0, MSQ spoilers past Heavensward Pairing: WoL/Aymeric

At a fancy ball engineered by a minor noble, Mayhem and Aymeric talk about their relationship.

"In need of a reprieve, dearest?" Aymeric sounded amused as he joined them on the starlit balcony. "I can hardly blame you. If Emmanellain were not busy to the south, we should have had more warning of the master of the house's true intentions."

Mayhem took the glass of wine he was offering with a grateful sigh. "But who in Ishgard aside from Emmanellain can entirely keep track of who has eligible daughters just coming of age?" they asked rhetorically. "Not to mention all of the similarly-aged friends of said eligible daughters, and hopeful sons tagging along with an excuse of escorting their sisters…"

"It's likely as much my fault as anything." Aymeric's voice was dry and weary. "I have been told by many that I have a terribly honest face, a singular disadvantage for a man in my position. And so our connection is an open secret, and since I have not openly moved to claim your affections in any official way, they all consider you fair game."

"Have your feelings about that changed?" Mayhem asked cautiously. They liked their relationship with Aymeric the way it was, with neither of them bound or obligated to anything beyond the affection they shared; but being the kind of sentimental person he was, it had surprised them when Aymeric had been the first one to decline an official courtship.

"I…" Aymeric pursed his lips, glancing at them uncertainly. "...No, not really. Although I always fear it may pain you to hear it. My first obligation, my life's work, is the city of Ishgard, and I am proud of the work I do here. To publicly court the Warrior of Light would complicate that work more than reinforce it." He smiled at them softly, eyes almost glowing in the moonlight. "It is enough for me that we know who we are to one another: it isn't important to me that the world knows as well. Unless you have begun to feel otherwise?"

"I haven't," Mayhem agreed with relief. "I love you, and I love this city, but I will never be a part of Ishgard. There isn't room for me here as anything other than a curiosity, and I don't mind that. I'm a disruption, an external force, and not only is that inevitable, it's what Ishgard needs me to be. I will always do this city more good by coming and going, by reminding them that the world is bigger than their stone walls and rituals. Trying to become a part of it permanently would mean spending the rest of my life auditioning for their approval, when all that I really want is yours."

Aymeric was beaming at them, his affection almost tangible despite the respectful distance between them, and Mayhem knew they were reflecting the same emotion back at him. "I do love you so," he murmured softly, and then nodded at their half empty wine glass. "Are you refreshed enough to rejoin the dance, dearest?"

"Oh, I suppose so." Mayhem drained the rest of the glass and moved to follow him inside. "You know, there was a time in my life I really thought I would never get tired of hearing other people tell me how great I was. Who ever knew I'd get far enough for even that to grow tedious?"

#ffxiv #ffxivwrite2023 #mayhem #aymeric de borel #aymeric x wol #extremely vaguely implied emmanellain x sicard #he's busy in Limsa a lot these days :3 #typed on an ancient chromebook at my mom's house so sorry for any bad editing

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cobaltstarling · 2 years ago

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So, I rewatched Glass Onion today, second time watching it, and

Like all the cool kids on Tumblr, I have an idea.

I was gonna put this under a read more but y'know what, I'mma tag it with spoilers and that should be enough. Besides, if you haven't watched it yet... what's wrong with you? >:I

ANYWAY.

At the end of the movie, things aren't looking good for the two non-'Disruptors'.

Birdie is basically a sinking ship at this point. She's already signed the statement taking full blame for the sweatshop thing, and even if she tried to weasel out of it, there is solid evidence that she (seemed to) know what she was doing. And Birdie's not going to be getting the money for her shares after testifying against Miles. Peg will have to leave, or go down with the sinking ship, and neither option is great for her having future work.

And on the other hand, we have Whiskey. Now that Duke's dead, she can't really use him to increase her media presence any more. She could try to continue his channel, but that doesn't seem like a good idea. Because A. His channel was dying, and B. It'd be too much of a shift from the maledom bullshit to her running the channel all on her own. Her plan was to get herself out there enough and then eventually run for politics. So that may be what she'll do.

However, while Whiskey is smart, she will still need an assistant. Someone capable of keeping up with a hectic schedule, someone who knows to hold her back, who knows when they should stay quiet, and what not to say. Because as smart as Whiskey is, people do make accidents.

And Peg is very good at keeping Birdie off of social media when she needs to, and will likely appreciate having someone with more brain cells to assist.

So, why don't they go together? Whiskey enters politics, with Peg as her assistant.

And the idea doesn't stop there! Considering that the Disruptors are going to testify AGAIN Miles Bron, so he's going to go away for, y'know, definitely one murder (one of them said they would testify that they saw him driving away from Andi's house), maybe two (they were all there to see him give Duke pineapple juice), one attempted murder (one of them said they'd testify that Miles took Duke's gun), and likely have Alpha taken away from him as well (one said they'd testify that they saw the napkin), or at least, what's LEFT of Alpha, Helen might end up finding herself with a bit of money. Enough to fund, say, someone she became pretty fast friends with on a Grecian island, after talking to her once and finding out that she was a lot more than just a pretty face.

Of course, due to the fiasco with Klear, it might be that Alpha is completely bankrupt and in deep debt and completely dissolved before Helen can acquire it.

But the main crux of my theory is that Whiskey and Peg at least know each other, Whiskey has seen what a hard worker Peg is, and knows how much of a disaster Birdie would be without her, and Peg knows Whiskey, and likely knows, like Helen does, that she is more than just a pretty face. And even if not, can you think of someone else who Whiskey would hire as an assistant?

She might want to hire Claire, but if she did, it would likely be as an advisor more than anything else. And it might just be that her name is mud by the time this comes around in which case Whiskey would want to distance herself from her.

Here's the thing though, even if the disruptor's names are mud after this, because they would have to admit to perjury, or at least the one who will testify about the napkin will. Lionel will be in trouble for trying to push Klear when it comes out how dangerous it is, Claire will be in trouble for pushing for the power plant when she knew how dangerous it is, Birdie's going to be in trouble for the sweat shop thing...

But they could still make comebacks from this. It's not impossible, stranger things have happened.

You know who won't be making a comeback, though?

Miles Bron, the man who decided to power his house on an experimental fuel he had been told was dangerous, and which led to the Mona Lisa being burnt.

At least, while he is in prison, he will have the comfort of knowing that he is spoken of in the same breath as the Mona Lisa...

Even if that comfort is miniscule, considering he was the man who destroyed it.

#glass onion #glass onion spoilers #spoilers

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kirric-the-fan · 1 year ago

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Consider: Werewolf* Mana

Propoganda below the cut and some slight spoilers for the Dokidoki precure movie

Spoilers if you haven't seen the Doki doki precure movie, but there is a magical wolf/dog person enemy, and Cure Heart gets bitten in the fight. Ofc my head's gone "hey. Hey! What if..?"

I was thinking about it, and somehow it works really well: dogs are loyal, energetic, and affectionate, and known for wanting to help people (who does that remind you of?).

So: Werewolf Mana

(*I say werewolf, but she does end up more dog-like so...)

They have a lot of fur, and Mana's hair is kinda already a little wild and mane-like. Even Cure Heart's form has similar vibes: tail-like hair, same bit of mane-like wildness to the hair as Mana, has those heart tags on her head with the ribbony bit that look like they could be floppy dog ears. The feathery furry bits around the edges of the outfit. Lots of white bits. That strap section across the shoulders that could translate so easily into a dog harness type-thing... Girl is already so dog coded it's unreal. (Almost more so than Akira, Cure "are you sure you're not a fox?" Chocolate).

(I suppose this counts as an au now)

So sometime after the movie, Mana becomes a werewolf. She doesn't realise it at first, the team probably heard about this great big white wolf spirit roaming town, and it takes a couple of incidents for them to catch up with it. Only to find that Mana's nowhere to be found, and their purification doesn't work. Then the wolf detransforms and it's Mana.

They try and keep her from transforming next time, but it doesn't work, but they manage to help her get it more under control because she's knows she's a werewolf now so is a little more aware of everything. They do this several more times, and Mana eventually manages to gain full control over it, becoming a more domesticated dog-like creature during her transformation instead of wild and wolf-like.

Ofc the transformation doesn't diminish her sense of her. If anything, she becomes more playful, and more wanting to help others. This causes some problems, mainly with Mana running off and causing havoc while trying to help. Maybe accidentally getting caught. She can't speak in her transformed form, being dog and all, but still finds ways to communicate. There are...several cures she ends up harassing for translation from the all stars bunch.

It is something she has to be careful of in day to day stuff- she doesn't want to get caught accidentally transforming because she lost track of the time of month, because werewolves and shapeshifters don't have the best reputation. (We've had 'I can't let a mermaid be president' Asuka. Now presenting the sequel: 'A werewolf can't be Prime Minister!' Rikka.)

Could lead to some entertaining all stars moments: Doki doki team blast off with Star Twinkle in their rocket, clear the earth, realise that this is an actual rocket, and that is the actual moon and oops-poof! Mana transforms. Yuni is not impressed. (On a separate note, Akira would notice something was different about Mana, but would be unable to place it. Yukari would sense it straight away, and find it entertaining. Yukari, as always, knows the best scritches for transformed Mana.)

Dog!Mana will let most of the mascots (not Tarte), and some of the babies ride on her back. She has carried Kome-kome, and Hummy like pups/kittens before. Dog!Mana also has a Very waggy tail, that somewhat offsets any of her attempts to look menacing.

Dog!Mana looks a lot like Marshmallow, but bigger (waist-height), and slightly more emotive, but still floppy ears. She also has pinker eyes compared to Marshmallow, retaining her natural colour. The fur is still white. When transformed as Mana, is is only in wolf or dog form. No midway. She eventually manages to transform into Cure Heart, or Cure Wolf heart, from her wolf from (or if the transformation hits while she's Cure Heart!)

Cure wolf heart is still in wolf form, but bigger, with a pink and white assymetrical harness with a heart on it like her cure outfit. She's big enough to catch and carry other cures in this form, at least for a little while.

In Cure Wolf heart form, she can concentrate, and transform into a more humanoid form, almost all the way back to Cure Heart, but washed out- all the pinks are a lot whiter, her hair's white and wilder, and she has patches of fur on the back of her hands ane her cheeks and jaw (Like Marshmallow). She can't hold that form for very long, as feels like being on the end of an elastic band.

For attacks, she can bark or howl a heart attack, and if they need to use their bows, Cure Wolf Heart jumps up, does a flips that produces stars which settle into the constellation Orion, from which a sort of cosmic Cure Heart appears, and fires the attack, although Cure Wolf Heart still directs it at her side.

(also HC that Alice manages to get a brooch of moon-dust made, which can transform Mana, letting her make more use of this 'curse' (Mana does not see it as a curse bc of her whole connection to Marshmallow). They're still working on how to undo the transformation, because otherwise they have to wait til next dawn.)

Anyway, that's the au, the headcanon, the thing. I am writing a fic for this, and I will leave you with these words from Rikka: "Well, if you would get bitten by a magical wolf/dog creature..."

#doki doki precure #aida mana #werewolf au

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crystalelemental · 1 year ago

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Three in one weekend, and it's not even the end of the weekend yet! Crazy. Anyway, this is a very, VERY delayed part 2 to an older fic of mine: Heart to Heart. For those who haven't read it, it's Caitlin meeting Mesprit, and becoming kind of its chosen person. This time it's Azelf's turn. And in keeping with the lake spirits picking people from other regions, this time I went with Paldea. I'm sure the title gives it away, but spoiler commentary under the cut.

Fun fact! Initially, I had the idea of someone with willpower set to be Lorelei. The idea being that, having nearly died as a kid, she's pretty self-assured and won't do anything she doesn't want to, including battling Azelf. But I couldn't get the idea to work. Turns out, I don't really have enough connection to Lorelei to want to write her. So, we get Larry instead.

Which worked a lot better. After the Geeta-centric fic I did (Geeta Takes a Vacation), I started really enjoying the office dynamic of Geeta, Larry, and Nemona as coworkers, so this fic was a great excuse to write more of it. I admit I'm also just partial to the comedy of Azelf picking Larry. I do think it takes willpower to work a stressful job to secure things for the future, so it's a bit focused on that angle. Maybe it's just self-reassurance. Anyway, this group had a legitimate reason to travel to Sinnoh, and kept the angle I wanted of refusing the being of willpower's desire to battle and become stronger as its own testament to will.

In contrast to Lorelei, I think I just love writing Geeta. She doesn't get a ton of play, so her character feels very flexible. I loved writing the initial fic with Geeta as someone who literally does not know how to function outside of her job, and this one got a separate side: her battle fixation. I think it's an unexplored angle of Geeta. People usually just use the "incapable of holding back" line to dunk on her fight for being too easy, which is more an issue with game balance than anything wrong with her team or her character fight me over this, but I think it's a lot more fun to consider that for all her serious businesswoman presence, Geeta's Nemona-esque in her love of a good fight, she just has to act more poised about it. Which is delightful when writing her dynamic with Nemona. Nemona is unable to contain how she is, and Geeta has to be the adult in the room but absolutely does not want to give up what she wants either.

Speaking of untapped dynamics, did you know Larry & Nemona is a friendship tag in AO3? That one was surprising. I figured Nemona's energy and Larry's exhaustion, combined with the fact they are technically coworkers (and that Nemona would be considered his superior) would drum up more. I'm almost sad about it.

Anyway, nothing more to talk about. Enjoy. There'll be a part 3 eventually with Uxie, which depending on if I can wrap things into a sensible, coherent plot, will spiral into a ton of nonsense. Fingers crossed I can make that work.

#crystals fanfics #pokemon #larry #geeta #nemona #azelf

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derangedthots · 2 years ago

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Hiiiiiiiiii lovely writer author jacemond wife,

I hope you don’t mind me asking but I got curious about your writing process for FTF & CTF. Like you’re very much aware of where your fic is going what inspired it and already know what would be spoilers and what isn’t for us your in love readers. I hope it’s not a bother to ask and if you don’t wish to answer that completely understandable. I just wondered how you planned out the universe and plot for this ship so effectively and efficiently.

Also i can’t remember if you ever tagged it or not but was there going to be like angst in this fic? (Not asking for like tagging reasons but just because I wondered with Aemond’s personality we’d be getting dumb blond brooding and grandma Vhagar two days away from kidnapping Jace and Aemond to an island and flying away. Targaryens and their emotional constipation feelings about family)

Hope uni is treating you good and Jacemond treats you better!!!

hello my love😊🥰

it's not a bother to ask at all!! (though probably not that interesting to hear haha) i have an overactive imagination that has a tendency to make connections really quickly and if the material i'm working off of is anything based in fantasy, that ability only compounds lol. my brain will make large connections (i.e. major events i want to write/read) first while also running smaller details in the background and the longer i leave both to sit and marinate, the clearer the narrative becomes. it's all very chaotic by nature so i'll try to keep as much as i can organized on a good doc - since i can always delete certain plans later - and just keep reminding myself of where eventually i want the story to end up.

there's a lot of scene/plot planning that happens but i also try to leave myself a lot of room to play outside of stuff i KNOW needs to happen bc i don't want the fic to feel bogged down or like i'm just crossing things off a list. i mentioned in my ch2 author's endnote that i like giving my stories "room to breathe" bc i want them to feel organic rather than mechanical. hitting the right emotional beats is really important to me (what are humans if not highly-emotional beings after all, isn't that just terrible and beautiful?) so there's a lot of internal deliberation abt how characters would respond & react to certain things that i think abt every day in order to avoid the pitfalls of treating them less like complex people and more like hollow puppets on my strings. when i write, i aim to imbue my fics will life and life can lead us down unpredictable, frustrating roads haha

taking all that into account, it's pretty much why i don't have a set update schedule. i tried to do the monthly thing releasing the first ch of CTF a month after FMF but it became clear almost immediately that that wouldn't work just bc, by that point, the story had grown too large for me to tell it the way i felt it needed to be told in such a short time. plus uni responsibilities factors into it too and updates get postponed even longer than i would ever want them to (boo👎🏼👎🏼)

and research, a lot of research goes into me planning these fics lolol and often times bc i haven't read f&b i have to cross out ideas and change certain details i previously (incorrectly) believed and/or don't wanna keep

oof that was so much rambling again😂 but to answer your second question, for some reason i thought i already added the angst tag to CTF and clearly just forgot. ik you said you're not asking for tagging reasons but for me personally, it was v irresponsible of me considering jace has already had at least 2 panic attacks at this point and well...everything else. tagging my fics appropriately is important to me bc i never want to trigger anyone unnecessarily and i know we all have diff thresholds when it comes to how comfortable or uncomfortable we are with certain subjects. i'll add it here in a bit, thank you for reminding me!! it's esp. important bc yeah...there's definitely going to be more angst moving forward...no spoilers tho my mouth is sealed🤐😶‍🌫️

i hope life and jacemond treats you AMAZINGLY😚💕💕

#ask #💕💕#also of course i remember you said that (abt jacemond as austen romance where aemond has to fix his own self)#it was one of my most favorite things to read ever and described my interpretation of them so well i squealed

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spell-cleaver · 2 years ago

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Finally read "from a certain point of view: the empire strikes back" and I can't get over the fact that canonically, palpatine discovered who Luke was because Vader was so excited that he was going to see his precious boy son on hoth, he forgot to shield his mind and palps got a good eyeful of vaders daydreams about ruling the galaxy with his son

Wait it's WHAT I haven't read that collection yet

Seriously???

I love that so much 😂

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What do you think would’ve happened if, pre-Bespin, Palpatine just up and died? besides Much Celebration.

Depends on if this happens before or after Vader knows about Luke, but either way: civil war within the Empire. We know from ANH that there are plenty of military leaders who dislike and refuse to respect Vader (understandable, when your job security is based on understanding the machinations of the Empire, and Vader doesn't machinate, he murders). And while I love an AU where Vader becomes Emperor as much as anyone else, I think seriously that there must be plenty of people more politically minded who see Vader as a relic, one that would be especially outdated once Palpatine died. They wouldn't want to support him as Emperor - if you consider the comics canon, then the entire plot line with Vader and Shu-Torun shows that he's more interested in force (ha) than pandering. And that works when you have the might of a unified empire to bring down on one dissenting and small (if wealthy) planet. But not when that empire is fracturing underneath the weight of your own reputation. Because ultimately, the Empire came about as a promise to many politicians and people feeling dissatisfied with the Republic, and Vader isn't savvy enough to even make similar promises, let alone so much as look like he's delivering on them.

So I think that if Vader knew about Luke, he'd immediately seize power and funnel all his resources into finding him now that he doesn't have to fear his master finding out. But the resources would run dry quickly, as plenty of loyal Imperials split and probably support another candidate, who serves their interests and Palpatine's promised legacy more. Less so if Palpatine had declared Vader his heir unambiguously, but that's a big if, and I can see him not doing that just to throw the place into chaos. Plus, look at the Anarchy: England was thrown into war because a bunch of people swore to recognise Matilda as Henry I's heir then just upped and went back on their word, so even if Vader was declared his heir, the planetary leaders and other influential figures might not accept it.

So half the court are clamouring to claim that they are Palpatine's spiritual successor, not his brute of a guard dog, and factions rise quickly. Vader does not have the political acumen to deal with this at all, and if he's hunting Luke, he doesn't care much until it impedes his hunt. If he catches him, that's even worse, because no one will willingly accept this random Rebel barely in his 20s as royalty and that just increases opposition. If Vader doesn't know about Luke, then he is more focused on the fact his empire is falling apart at the seams, and probably murdering anyone who dissents, but that's gonna make the situation worse.

Meanwhile, the Rebels don't really care about who's in charge of the Empire; the fact there is an empire is the issue. Vader was the one hunting them anyway, so I imagine Palpatine was just a distant symbolic figure. They're celebrating his death, but the fight's not done; the system he crafted is still very much in place, and his ideas are still running rampant. The chaos and coups probably give them many more footholds than they would otherwise have, but depending on how competent Vader's opposition are, there's no guarantee they can thrive.

So, overall, I think it would be a mess. Whether that mess is deadlier than the ruthlessly ordered murder machine that was Palpatine's Empire depends on how incompetent at politics Vader is, and how canny his opponents are. But when you've had one man in charge of the galaxy for 32 years, through wars and regime shifts and rebellions, his death is always gonna be tumultuous. And the problems in the set up of the galaxy didn't begin and end with him: he used prejudices and issues that already existed, twisted them to serve his purposes, and that discourse will last long after its enabler is gone.

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Do you have any Luke & vader fic recs? I’ve been reading a lot of your fics and wondered if you know of any that have similar characterization?

I'm not sure if you mean Luke or Vader (or both) in terms of characterisation here, and one is hard enough - I'm a big believer in different interpretations and changing characterisation to fit the story XD I consider the Luke in each of my fics to be more or less unique or a different character, even if they broadly share similarities. Same with Vader, only worse, because if there's anything that man is not, it's rational or predictable.

That said, the things I always like reading in a Luke characterisation is him being competent (either at what he's doing, or being a smart cookie in general - I think it's overlooked how smart he is in canon, in a lot of fics). Even if he's in a pitiable or naïve state, he's an active and competent guy trying his best, which is how I'd broadly describe myself writing him. For Vader, I don't want to lose sight of the fact that He Is A Bad Person (I find Vaders who are nice or have a particularly strict moral code outside of "doesn't give a shit" fairly unrealistic) but also that in certain AUs he will be soft for his son. And in all AUs he tries to be a better person for his son.

I'm not going on about this for the sake of saying "I'm right" or anything - not at all. But the fic recs below all have some measure of these features involved which I really enjoyed :D

The works by Noodle_Soup (@coralnoodle) fit this well, I think, especially

Works by couronnedesfleurs, especially Black Swan and One Hope Then Another.

Works by Libby_25cSoda (@25centsoda), especially some of her oneshots.

The Forgotten Outpost by @ladyvader23 (and other fics by her)

I'm only a short way into Blood and Copper Oxide, but I'm thoroughly enjoying it so far and it seems to fit.

Sympathy for the Devil by Just_A_Loth_Cat

Several works of SilverDaye's (@silvereddaye), including Vader, Lord of Fashion and Runaway

Hostage and other works by Slx99 (@slx99)

The New Sith Order by chi-chi-chimaera (@chi-chi-chimera)

A Son of a Handmaiden by OffbrandLightsaber

Black Squadron by Azalea_Scroggs (@azalea-scroggs-archive)

Sublimity by DotColorful (@dotcolorful)

Exit Strategy and other fics by starr234 (@starr234)

The Devil's Devotion and other fics by prayforpiett (@prayforpiett)

Those are what I can think of for now! If anyone else wants to add some with similar characterisation, be my guest.

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AU years after Return of the Jedi. Dark Vader lives but didn't often see his children, even if more Luke than Leia. Then Luke invites him to his marriage... with Mara Jade. Vader's POV if possible. guepard54

“Now, I know it doesn’t exactly look…” Luke trailed off.

Mara snorted. “Hospitable?”

“No—well, yes—but I meant…” He peered out the viewport again, trusting his hands to guide them in for a moment. “Jedi-like.”

“Actually, I’m pretty sure the old Jedi Temple had lava pits underneath it. The Imperial Palace got smelly sometimes because of them.”

“Did it? If we—” He shook himself when she laughed out loud. “Don’t mess with me like that! I don’t know anything.”

“And don’t trust my word,” she teased. Then added, a little more soberly, “Because I don’t know anything either.”

“You must know who my father is though.”

“Of course I do. He might even know me.”

“Hopefully, if I’m gonna win this bet with Leia. But in a good way or a bad way?”

“In a way.”

“Very helpful.”

“I thrive on it.”

“I’m well-aware of that.”

When they landed, there was a figure already waiting for them on the landing pad. Luke threw Mara a smile, who looked… slightly fazed, perhaps, but otherwise unconcerned. He powered down all the other ship functions, grabbed his robe to sling over his shoulder, and stepped outside.

“Father!” he said. “How are you? I haven’t seen you since—”

Lava flared behind him, reflecting eerie and bright in the contours of Vader’s mask. It tilted down towards Luke as Vader crossed his arms over his chest.

“Who have you brought.” It was not a question. The Force felt strange, like both Mara and Vader were trying very hard not to look at each other.

“I told you I was bringing a friend.”

“You did not tell me that friend was Force-sensitive.”

“No, but most of my friends I make through the Academy nowadays, you understand—”

“Nor an Imperial.”

“Ex-Imperial,” Mara corrected, finally stepping out of the ship. Luke didn’t know what had taken her so long, but she seemed to be revelling in the gravitas and drama of her entrance. Her red hair was pinned up and around her head in her usual practical style, with a few strands hanging loose that Luke felt his gaze catching on. The orange light caught on them too, making them glow, and Luke didn’t realise he was staring again until Mara jolted him out of it. In the ribs. With her elbow.

“Ex?” Vader asked, his tone rising. He was looking at Luke. Luke didn’t know why until Mara slipped her hand into his and he leaned against her shoulder. “The last I heard of you, Mara Jade, you had orders to kill my son.”

“It’s a romantic start to things,” Mara said.

“So you doknow who she is,” Luke concluded. “Leia owes me five credits. She didn’t think you’d have paid attention to the Emperor’s Hands.”

Vader stiffened, glaring now. His worst suspicion had come true, it seemed. “I beg to differ,” he spat back at Mara, ignoring Luke.

Luke snorted. “And mistaking someone for an angel is any better?”

There was the infamous finger point, wagging right in his face. “I regret telling you that story. Or any stories. What is the meaning of,” he waved his hand at Mara like she was a strange art choice, “this?”

“Her,” Mara cut in.

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My #1 post of 2022

Considering vaders obsession with Luke, I'm surprised that the rebellion didn't attempt a plan to trap Vader using Luke as bait (I mean it would probably end up with at least 99% of all rebels there dying, but it's worth a shot)

When the bombs went off, Luke felt it. Through his shaky grasp on the Force, yes, but mainly because the bunker the Rebels had stashed him in wasn’t enough to block the bone-deep vibrations that shuddered across the entire surface of the moon.

Han and Chewie, sitting opposite him, looked up when they felt it too. “There we go,” Han said, satisfied. “Ain’t no one surviving that.”

“I think no one did,” Luke said softly. The stench of death was thick around them. He’d been familiar with that metaphysical stench long before Ben had told him he had the Force; he’d always assumed it was something primal in him that knew about it. Smells, sounds and silences, patterns he was no longer able to consciously spot, but his instincts would never miss.

Chewie seemed to feel what he did as well—and he likely did know it from practical instinct, rather than some energy field. He mewled mournfully.

Han shook his head and gave a nervous smile. “C’mon, you two, lighten up!” he said. “Vader’s dead. That was what this was for!”

“I’ll be glad if it worked,” Luke agreed, “but how many of our people died taking him out? Those bombs must have been cataclysmic.”

“They knew the risks, kid.” Han’s tone softened. “They knew what they were signing up for. The fact that Vader came here for you? Doesn’t make it your fault. Right, Chewie?” Chewie roared his agreement.

Luke grimaced. “How can we know he’s actually dead, though? He’s survived everything before! Can we contact Leia—”

“We don’t have comms, remember? No signal tracing us to here, nothing to tell Vader you’re here instead of at the ambush site. We gotta wait for Leia to come and get us.”

“And if Leia—” He broke himself off.

Han looked jittery now, too. “Leia’s fine, alright? Everything is fine. If you don’t stop worrying like that you’re gonna make me sick and scared…”

“Sorry.” Luke tried for a watery smile, but it dropped immediately. Nothing about this situation, from the moment Madine had hatched this plan and muscled him into going along with it, warranted a smile. “What do you think Vader wants me alive for anyway, Han? That was a lot of money in the bounty.”

“Hate to admit it, but General Syndulla’s idea makes a lot of sense.” Han grimaced and waggled his fingers. “That energy field stuff?”

Luke swallowed. Hera had been the Rebellion general most opposed to this plan—she’d tried so hard to get him out of it. Every time she was on base, she was a rock to him, even though he knew memories of her Jedi were painful. “You think he wants an Inquisitor, like she said the Empire went after Ezra Bridger? Or an apprentice, like Maul?”

Despite himself, Han chuckled. “Maul,” he repeated. “Whoever named that guy—”

“Han.”

“I think it’s not impossible! If he believes in this poodoo like you do I’m sure he sees the benefits of having a magical guy like you at his disposal, working for him.”

“I’ll never join him,” Luke swore. Chewie voiced his solidarity. “He’s killed so many people! Biggs, my aunt and uncle, my father—”

“Well, you won’t need to!” Han kicked up his feet onto Luke’s bench and leaned back against his own, the permacrete wall of the bunker not looking comfortable to lounge against. But Han could lounge against anything. “Because he’s dead.”

“I don’t—”

“Don’t jinx it, kid! Didn’t you feel that explosion? There’s no way he survived that. Leia’s gonna come down here any minute, key in the code to get in, and—” He broke off as there was a grinding sound. “There. There’s her coming through the first door. Get ready to open the second one for her.”

“We have to wait for her to key in the all-clear code, first,” Luke said.

“All-clear? Why wouldn’t it be all-clear? She—” But Han cut himself off when the chimes rang out, and Luke ran to check the numbers on the monitor. “That’s… not the all-clear code.”

“I told you!” Luke was shaking slightly as he glanced it over and referenced the codes they’d established for this mission. “That’s Leia, alright, but she’s compromised. Something’s wrong.”

“What does that mean?”

“I think…” Something dark swept over him, and he shivered. He looked towards the door and felt an eye the colour of acid searing through the three solid feet of durasteel that separated them. “I think Vader has her. Came here with her.”

“What?” Han leapt up, his hand on his blaster. “We need to—”

“I’m going to open the door.”

“Yes, but—” Chewie groaned and Han nodded. “You said it, buddy. We need to save her, but how’re we gonna take on Vader? Should we?”

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