#I have been thinking about this non stop

[asparklethatisblue]

Somewhere on route to China in 1841, James decides it's time to make matters into his own hands. And get rid of a handfull.

I mean... if it's the heroic age of medicine, if you know a guy you can probably talk them into doing recreational surgery 

[smolgloves]

No because I'm trying to write this now!

Personally, I do think Astarion would view borrowers as lesser, would he eat them? Idk I'm thinking not because of how small they are, but he ABSOLUTELY would make jokes about wanting to eat them, definitely call them a bite sized snack or say they wouldn't be a mouthful of blood. If he's not making vore jokes, he is definitely calling them mouse/rat/pest or other derogatory small names just to get a reaction out of them. Borrower would definitely have to earn his respect (much like Tav does anyways in the game)

Honestly, we have a good enemies to lovers fic here.

Any g/t peeps here a fan of Baldur's Gate? Specifically Astarion? I'm wanting to write a borrower x Astarion fic but I'm wondering just how he would react to seeing a borrower. Would Astarion see them as food? Would he regard them the same as he regards gnomes, halflings, kobolds, etc? Or would he simply be fascinated by them?

[dizzybizz]

critters to obsess over......

[jessmalia]

Mal's Avatar: The Last Airbender rewatch: The Western Air Temple 3.12

[adorablegorilla]

Yeah

[embraceweird]

Are the Bad Kids ever going to have a normal spring break?

Junior year: not looking likely

Sophomore year: we all know how that went

Freshman year: weren't they in jail?

[hiibe]

only thing in my brain is bbs

[coolestork]

Of obedience and silence.

Perturabo x Reader

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Note: The idea of Perturabo taking joy from the little cruel interactions with his favorite serf had me GNAWING at the bars of my enclosure.

Warnings - Toxic power dynamic, Dub-Con, Implied sexual themes.

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The light was sparse in Perturabo’s chamber, as always; he preferred the dimness, the sense of sanctuary it gave him. A mechanical hum filled the silence, whispering to him as he worked, precise strokes of calculation etched on fragile data-slates as if they were paper. And there she was, quietly standing at his side, a figure of silent obedience, his serf.

She had been with him for some time, a fixture in his life of iron discipline and rigid control. At first, she had been nothing to him but another loyal subject, a thing molded by his demands, made to serve him without question. But as the years passed, something within him twisted, molding itself around her. And now, her downcast eyes, the slight tremble in her posture – they sparked something in him. He felt himself leaning into the thrill of it, into the dark satisfaction at seeing her nervous, wondering what she had done wrong this time.

“Tell me, Y/N," he said slowly, his voice heavy, “do you ever resent the role you play, so willingly beneath my heel?”

The question hung in the air, leaving her stricken, her expression uncertain. There was the faintest flicker of distress in her eyes, which she quickly masked with bowed submission. “My lord, I exist to serve you as I am commanded. I could not resent it.”

Perturabo smirked, though it was humorless. “Lies. A good serf doesn’t lie, does she?”

She paled, and he felt the gratification ripple through him. The power he had over her, the way her world seemed to rest on his word – it stirred something he had once dismissed as weakness. He leaned closer, his eyes fixed on her face, catching the subtle fear beneath her exterior.

“What use are you to me if you cannot even be honest, hmm?” He spoke slowly, enjoying the way she squirmed beneath his stare. “Perhaps I should reassign you, find some other creature with the will to serve me honestly.”

Her lips parted, a silent plea hidden in her gaze. She had grown attached to her place here, he knew. And the thought of losing it, losing him, made her ache with desperation.

“Please, my lord,” she whispered, her voice quivering, “I only wish to please you.”

The words tasted sweet, and he allowed them to settle before responding, knowing that every moment of silence filled her with unease. He savored it, the weight of her fear mingling with her desire, the way she would lower herself again and again if only to have his approval.

“Then prove it,” he murmured, his voice cold as he spread his legs. He didn’t need to spell it out; the command was implicit, a game of cat and mouse in which she was ever the cornered prey. And yet, some part of him, the part he rarely acknowledged, wished to keep her close, to keep her his. No one else could know the twisted pleasure of this dance, he thought to himself.

As she whispered her affirmation, her voice trembling but resolute, he felt something tighten within him – a cruel, possessive satisfaction.

And slowly, she approached his chair and knelt.

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Note: SOMEBODY SEDATE ME 🗣‼️

I left it implicit because I'm still a little new to writing for WH40K, and I'm low-key trying to figure out how to write p0rn featuring primarchs or astartes. Their size makes logistics kinda complicated BUT there is a lot of kinky potential with these beings bc they are kinda Fucked Up and there is so MUCH to do with the authority they inevitably have. ANYWAY, if you have any suggestions on who I should write my first smut about, let me know.

[marlahey]

"sorry, is this alright?" "i don't see how else you'd fix it." aka dr. jack "dodger" dawkins touching belle (aka the love of his life) for purely medical reasons aka hands hands hands for @missgoalie75

Thomas Brodie-Sangster and Maia Mitchell The Artful Dodger (2023–)

[rapidhighway]

the way I was introduced to dc was teen titans in which nobody ever uses their secret identity ever. They never use their names, only their pseudonyms and that has stuck with me for some reason. Idek if they know what Robin looks like. Robin is Robin, Starfire is Starfire. Stop calling him dick grayson stop deadnaming him

[necrotic-nephilim]

there is not enough femslash in batcest circles. the girls deserve to be just as weird about each other as the boys are. if BruDick gets to be weird father/son/brothers/lovers/friends/rivals/soulmates then it is only fair that Babs/Cass get to be mother/daughter/sisters/lovers too. Something about that deep intrinsic but undefinable love that is born out of trauma, especially if you consider Cass not knowing what healthy love looks like in the first place. i think it's fun and deserves just as much fandom content.

besides that, you can get even more niche with rarepairs like Helena/Steph. Huntress/Spoiler: Blunt Trauma is already a fantastic comic and even though it's their only real canon interaction it has so much potential. very comparable to TimJay in how Helena tries to get Steph to understand her morals and the corruption you could play with it.

batman: huntress/spoiler: blunt trauma (1998)

that comic also highlights on how both Steph and Helena are outcasts of the Batfamily and don't have the approval of Bruce to be doing what they do in "his city". I think there's so much Potential in Helena taking Steph under her wing because Bruce won't let her in and it becomes a weird codependent toxic sapphic mess. I think the protectiveness Helena feels over Steph from the get-go is so clear and the way she wants to look out for Steph, wants to make sure Steph understands the real world? I love them. Helena should be allowed to steal Steph, actually. I think it'd be fun.

there are a lot of other possibilities too like Babs/Steph or even getting weird with Helena Bertinelli/Helena Wayne and the existential question of "is it selfcest or not." But these two specifically live in my head rent-free, especially Helena/Steph and one day I'll convince everyone else to ship it too.

[souenkun]

Pokémon Masters EX spoilers ahead!

Kabu likes to play TAG with his pokemon... and he's shown to have a much softer side beneath his strictness in pokemas too... he's so grandpa-shaped to me 😭💖

[dearabsolutelynoone]

“From the moment I saw you trying to go over the wall…I have loved you desperately. I cannot breathe when you are not near. I love you, Charlotte. My heart calls your name.”

[knifearo]

seeing all those posts from ppl ab how miserable they are without a partner like sorry can't relate. i'm doing great and in fact i hope i die alone 🖤

[furiosophie]

@amikoroyaiart and i have this pre mw headcanon going that ghost and alex are actually rly close friends bc price and laswell sent ghost "on assignment" with alex post ghost coming back from the dead™ so alex could help him reintegrate and relearn how to act human

i've been having a lot of feelings about it over here on twt

[augusts-sketchbook]

"....you’re a good person, and I like you. And I’m sure a quiet and peaceful life is waiting for you out there."