#I ship them because I love them is not enough

[abrthephantomq]

:raises hand:

[tw: not a healthy relationship at ALL mentioned. our ex was the worst, basically, and divorce is why we're alive. and if we were to write a book about it and twist some details so we could claim that it was all fictional and that, y'know, any likeness to any real human being is "coincidental," well. This would be chapter one, probably.]

When we were 19, we got married to our high school sweetheart.

It wasn't the worst decision ever, but it was a pretty bad one. You see, our ex wasn't exactly.... the greatest.

We met freshman year at William Penn. Fourteen years old, 9th grade. We had Civics class together, first thing in the morning. Ex-husband sat behind us.

We noticed them right away. At that age, they were very deep in their emo-screamo stage. The swoopy hair. Jnco jeans. You know. That type of attire. We actually thought it was really cool but could "never find" anything in our size when we went to places like the Hot Topic at the mall.

[We weren't even big, back then. Like, a size 12-14? At 5'2-3 and always on the fairly muscled side of things? With wide hips? Tiny boobs? Like no, we were fucking adorable. We could've found clothes at the Hot Topic if we'd wanted to - we just couldn't afford to.

*snort* the hot topic... you're such an old man, uncle Jasper.

So our ex's actually fantastic taste in early 00 fashion sub-cultures aside, what exactly are you trying to imply here, Steven?]

Nothing, actually, damn. Chill out - I know that's how you would've dressed the body had we had the money at that age. When we were that size. Like, the size we were, not the size he --

(We understood, sweetheart <3)

Right.

Anyways, the point really was when we were in high school, the red flags were there. They were waived -

[You're spelling it with an "I" again, love.]

Yeah, sorry, I'm going to spell waive - wave - w a I v e like, until the end of time. that job broke the fingers, man. We talked about entering in waive fees so goddamned much that's the default way the brain goes to type it. -- but that's not the point.

Red flags. So many red flags. We had our future wife read our LJ entries from that time, years ago, at this point. She read them and was like damn, he was always terrible to you. Because he did shit like the silent treatment. My personal favorite is when he decided I hadn't come to his defense strong enough to his liking - and this was before we started dating - and he decided we were no longer friends and that he would never talk to me again.

And he did that the day before the day my mother went in to get a hysterectomy. Her uterus and ovaries were riddled with cancer. Stage 3 - now, I remember her saying it was ovarian. I've been saying ovarian since we were 15 years old.

Mom would later say it was uterine. Like a decade later, kind of later.

This man broke up with us at the beginning of senior year, too, by the way. Right around Christmas Break, actually. During Break we entered the Situationship Era - it was a whole thing. Before his 18th birthday, he shipped off to Parris Island.

A couple of months into bootcamp, he sends us a letter saying all sorts of things about how he prayed to God for an answer on what he should do etc, and apparently he wanted to get back together.

By the following Christmas, he asked us to marry him.

Not even 6 months later, in May of 2007, we got married. We were 19. He was 18.

He'd deploy for the first time less than a year later. When he got back, we bought a house and moved into it with our at-the-time best friend. He had plans to knock me up. He succeeded. We had to remain sober the day we turned 21, because we were positive we were pregnant, even if we couldn't prove that for like, another week. We just knew.

That child and I probably would not be alive today, if divorce weren't a thing. Because if we'd stayed together "for the sake of our kid," he would have for certain been responsible for my death, in one way shape or form, and who knows if he'd have been a safe parent for our kid without me being a lightning rod for his bullshit.

I don't mind being the fucking lightning rod. What I do mind is that even if all he ever does is hurt me, it still impacts my kid regardless. If I'm not doing well, that means I can't be the best parent I can be.

He doesn't understand that. Or should I say, he didn't understand that.

If only he had tried to.

i love divorce i love when people realize that they aren't a good fit for each other and get divorced about it. more people should get divorced

[minswriting]

MARKED TERRITORY - A.H x Reader x S.R

About: After that fateful encounter in Hotch’s office, a few weeks later you’re all on a case. Spencer decides he’s had enough waiting and visits yours and Aaron’s hotel room.

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, threesomes, blowjobs, oral (f), fingering (f), masturbation (m), dom!aaron, switch!reader, switch!spencer, loss of virginity (spencer’s), talking through it, boys kissing, etc. NOT PROOF READ because this is 5k of PORN.

A/N: This is part two of Unknown Territory! I just wanted to make a comment and say that I do not ship hotchreid but I do fantasize about getting fucked by them both while they also fuck each other in front of me. So live your slutty truths homegirls and let the demons consume you. If you don’t like, don’t read! Don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say it at all! Border was made by my homegirl @esote-rika because I love her.

Word Count: 5.3k words

After that fateful encounter that night in Aaron’s office, you could not stop thinking about it. The way you felt while Aaron was pounding into you, the way Spencer’s cock felt in your hand, the way your lips felt on Spencer’s, you wanted nothing more than to do it again. You wanted Spencer’s cock inside of you so badly. It had been a few weeks since the encounter, everyone had been so busy with cases upon cases that none of you were able to really sit down and discuss anything.

You only had time alone with Aaron which wasn’t really surprising as the two of you had already a pretty good dynamic going on. However, one night you had whined to Aaron about how much you wanted Spencer, and Aaron couldn’t deny that he wanted it too. The way the three of you meshed well together just seemed…natural. It was inevitable that the three of you would end up sleeping together.

So you had spent the past few weeks teasing Spencer—small compliments about how good he looked in his sweater and lingering gazes into each other’s eyes. Aaron would pat Spencer’s shoulder when he did well, praising him for the good work he’d done. And you would rest a hand on Spencer’s thigh occasionally when no one was looking, causing the boy’s breath to hitch.

It was no wonder that one day, while on a case out in Los Angeles, at the hotel, Spencer came to yours’ and Aaron’s hotel room dressed in nothing but a thin pair of pajama pants and a t-shirt. Completely out of the ordinary than his usual sweater vests and cardigans that he usually wore. When you had opened the door, freshly out of the shower in a silk nightgown, Spencer invited himself into the room, looking at you and Aaron, sitting leisurely against the bed's headboard, reading a file.

“You guys are unfair,” Was the first thing to leave Spencer’s lips after he had closed the door behind himself.

Aaron quirked an eyebrow, looking at Spencer. “How are we unfair, Reid?” He asked in his usual velvety voice, tilting his head ever so slightly.

Spencer glanced at Aaron and then at you, not-so-subtly checking you out. “I-” He paused as he tried to collect his thoughts, furrowing his eyebrows. “You guys have been…teasing me since that…night,” He said weakly, meeting your eyes.

You let out a tiny giggle, unable to help yourself. “What night?” You asked, feigning innocence. “You’ll have to be a bit more specific. There are many nights in a year.” You were standing next to Spencer.

Aaron hummed in agreement, closing the file and standing up off of the bed. He walked over to the two of you. “She’s right, Reid, you’ll have to be a bit more specific,” Aaron said in a teasing tone.

Spencer let out a small whine of frustration, realizing that the two of you were going to keep teasing him. “T-that night,” He swallowed, feeling dizzy. His heart was pounding as the memories of that fateful night roamed around in his brain rent-free. “When we-” He stuttered. “When you-” Spencer let out a groan in frustration. The only thing making you guys take pity on him was the obvious hard-on that Spencer was sporting, his cock straining almost painfully in his pants.

“What do you want, baby?” You asked softly, putting a hand on Spencer’s shoulder.

He looked at you with his beautiful brown doe eyes, licking his lips. “You,” He whispered. “And you,” He looked over at Aaron.

You gave Spencer a hum of acknowledgment, moving your hand to graze his chest. “What do you want from us?” You asked gently. Aaron was watching the interaction with a small smirk on his lips.

Spencer let out a shaky breath as your hand moved on his chest. “I-I want to learn,” He whispered. “To please you, to feel you.”

You glanced at Aaron, biting your lip in a small question. He simply nodded his head at you, a subtle sign for you to keep going. You moved your gaze back to Spencer. “So you want to lose your virginity, Spence?” Your tone held that same gentleness from before, giving Spencer a sense of comfort.

He nodded his head, looking at you with parted lips. “I-if that’s okay,” He whispered, looking at Aaron. He wasn’t entirely sure what your dynamic was. Whether the two of you were in a genuine relationship or if you were just being intimate with one another. You didn’t really know the answer to that either. You just knew that what you and Aaron had was enjoyable and that’s all either of you needed to know.

Aaron approached Spencer, standing behind him, causing Spencer to be entrapped in the middle by the two of you. “You want to fuck Y/N?” Aaron murmured into Spencer’s ear, sending a shiver down the genius’ spine. “Want to pleasure her as well as I can?” Spencer nodded his head again. Aaron tsked, putting a hand on the back of Spencer’s neck. “You need to use your words.” He commanded.

Spencer let out a tiny whimper, unable to help the noise from escaping his lips. “Y-yes,” He stuttered, maintaining eye contact with you.

“Good boy,” You replied, giving Spencer a small smile as you praised him. You saw how Spencer’s pupils dilated from the praise and how his cheeks reddened more than they already were. You grabbed Spencer’s collar, pulling him towards you as you placed your lips on his. The two of you kissed one another deeply and hungrily, just like you did a few weeks ago. And after a few moments, you pulled away. “Do you want me to stop?” You asked breathily.

“Just the opposite,” Spencer replied hurriedly.

So you kissed him again, this time with more passion as your hold on Spencer’s collar loosened. Your lips moved in sync as you bit his bottom lip, silently asking for permission to explore his mouth with your tongue. Spencer parted his lips and made a soft noise, allowing you to do so. Your tongue explored him, tasting the inside of his mouth.

After a little while, you pulled away to look at Spencer. Aaron turned Spencer’s head to the side, immediately attaching his lips to the genius’. You watched for a moment, seeing how Aaron and Spencer kissed one another quite hungrily. You couldn’t help the way your thighs clenched as you felt your pussy throb at the sight. You licked your lips as your hands trailed along Spencer’s torso, reaching the waistband of his pajama pants.

Spencer let out a small gasp in the kiss with Aaron as he felt your hands pull down his pants, his cock springing free from the confines. He was already so hard, his cock red and angry. Being the kind and amazing person that you were, you dropped to your knees in front of Spencer. He pulled away from the kiss with Aaron to look down at you, his brown eyes wide and blown out.

Aaron cooed, looking down at you before looking at Spencer again. “See that, Spencer,” He murmured into the younger’s ear. “She wants to make you feel good. Will you let her?” Aaron’s voice was sultry and smooth as he spoke.

“Y-yes,” Spencer whispered, licking his lips as he looked down at you.

“What was that? I didn’t quite hear you,” Aaron replied, smirking at you as he spoke to Spencer.

Spencer let out a small whine as you ran a ghost of a fingertip from the base of his cock to the tip. “Yes,” Spencer gasped, speaking a bit louder.

“Good boy,” Aaron murmured as he leaned down to press small kisses along Spencer’s neck.

You grinned at the two of them before wrapping your hand around Spencer’s cock. You slowly moved your hand upward, giving it a few experimental tugs. And then you leaned forward, giving the tip of Spencer’s cock a kiss, causing Spencer’s breath to hitch once more. You stuck your tongue out, swirling it around the tip of Spencer’s cock. He let out a whimper, unable to help the subtle way his hips moved forward.

Giving head was always a treat. Whenever you gave Aaron a blowjob, you always relished the way his body reacted to your touch. It’s something primal, something so natural in the way the human body reacts to such pleasures. Especially when you’re the one causing it.

You slowly eased your mouth onto Spencer’s length, making him moan as he finally felt what your mouth felt like for the first time. You made it about halfway before moving your head back up his length, swirling your tongue around the tip once more. “O-oh,” Spencer moaned, his eyes fluttering shut.

“She’s so lovely, isn’t she?” Aaron murmured into Spencer’s ear.

“Uh-huh,” Spencer nodded his head, his eyes still closed.

You quickened your pace, getting into a nice rhythm of bobbing your head up and down Spencer’s length. You put your hand on the base of Spencer’s cock, jerking off what you couldn’t fit into your mouth. This action caused Spencer to moan loudly, his hand going down to your hair and entangling his fingers into it. “So good,” Spencer whimpered, opening his eyes to look down at you, seeing that you were already looking up at him through your lashes. “I-I’m so close,” He gasped, expecting you to stop.

But instead, you simply hummed in acknowledgment as you continued your ministrations on Spencer’s cock. You wanted so desperately to feel and taste him. Sucking Spencer off had been something you’d been thinking about for quite some time, wanting to see how he fell apart simply from your mouth. You felt Spencer’s cock stiffen in your mouth, signaling he was about to cum as the grip on your hair tightened.

Spencer was whining and moaning, unable to help the subtle stuttering of his hips as he began chasing his high from your mouth. And when you bobbed your head back up his length and swirled your tongue on the tip, Spencer let out the most beautiful noise you had ever heard as he moaned your name and came down your throat. You continued to suck him off through his orgasm, only stopping once Spencer shuttered from overstimulation.

You pulled away from Spencer’s cock, leaving a trail of saliva and cum on your chin. You used the back of your hand to wipe it away as you stood up. “T-thank you,” Spencer murmured to you.

You simply grinned. “We have the whole night ahead of us, Spence,” You exclaimed. “We aren’t done yet.” You moved over to Aaron and kissed him on the lips. “Isn’t that right?”

Aaron hummed as he smiled against your lips. “Absolutely,” he murmured. Aaron put a hand on your hip while he reached his other hand to Spencer’s, pulling him over to the two of you. Aaron looked at Spencer. “You’re going to watch and learn,” he commanded softly. He kissed you again, putting both of his hands on your hips.

You kissed Aaron back, your eyes fluttering shut as you put your hands on his shoulders. The two of you moved together in sync, kissing one another roughly. Aaron’s hands moved to the bottom of your nightgown, slowly pulling the fabric upward. He pulled away from the kiss to take the nightgown off of you, throwing it somewhere in the hotel room. You weren’t wearing anything underneath as you normally don’t when you wear such an article of clothing.

“Look at you,” Aaron said, looking you up and down. “Such a pretty girl for me.” As Aaron looked at you, you couldn’t help the smile that graced your lips. “Isn’t she so pretty, Spencer?”

“The prettiest,” Spencer replied hoarsely as he watched you and Aaron.

Aaron hummed, bringing his lips back to yours for a moment before kissing your jawline and down your neck. He gently pushed you until the backs of your legs bumped the edge of the mattress. “I’m going to make you feel good, okay?” He whispered to you.

You nodded your head, biting your lip as you looked at Aaron. “How do you want me?” You whispered back.

“On the bed,” Aaron exclaimed. “Lay pretty for me, yeah?”

You grinned, nodding your head. “Yes, sir,” You teasingly said as you got onto the bed, lying down on the mattress with your head on the pillow. Aaron couldn’t help the smirk on his lips as he watched you obey him so willingly.

“And you,” Aaron turned to look at Spencer, who was standing there watching rather a bit awkwardly. “I want you to sit on the edge of the bed and watch,” He said, pointing to a spot on the bed. Spencer didn’t hesitate to obey either as he took a seat, turning himself to face you. Aaron looked at you both for a moment, unable to help the muttering under his breath as he said “If only you two were this obedient out in the field,” before he moved over to you.

Aaron grabbed your left ankle, pressing a light kiss onto the skin as he worked his way upward. He had a habit of worshipping your body any time he was going to go down on you. He wanted you to know that you were valued, not just a means of stress relief to him. He made his way to your thigh, kissing the inside of the flesh. You watched Aaron with anticipation as he kissed your skin and spread your legs as he took in the sight of your glistening cunt.

“Already so wet,” He said huskily, licking his lips as he looked at you.

“Yeah,” You whispered back, looking at Aaron’s dark eyes as he watched you with hunger.

Aaron glanced over at Spencer, seeing how engrossed he was in watching the scene. The boy was already hard again but made no moves to pleasure himself. How endearing. Aaron then turned back to look at your cunt, no longer hesitating as he buried his head between your thighs.

He slowly licked a strip from your hole to your clit, collecting your juices on his tongue. You moaned softly, still biting your lip as you watched Aaron begin his ministrations on your pussy. He took his time with it, wanting to savor the taste and put on a show for Spencer. After all, Spencer needs to learn how to make you feel good.

Aaron’s tongue began running laps around your cunt, making figure eights before his lips moved to wrap around your clit. He sucked gently, causing you to moan and bring your hand to his hair, tugging at the locks. “Aaron,” you whined, your eyes fluttering shut.

He began kissing your pussy, practically making out with it as his tongue circled around your clit. You were whining and moaning, basking in the pleasure that Aaron was giving you. You suddenly felt one of his fingers probing your entrance, slowly easing inside of you. You gasped at the intrusion before throwing your head back in pleasure. “Oh my god,” you whimpered.

Aaron began moving his finger inside of you, thrusting in and out slowly while his lips remained on your clit. You had one hand in his hair while the other gripped the sheets. The feeling of Aaron’s finger inside of you while he also ate you out was such a wonderful feeling. You knew you wouldn’t last long.

He eventually added a second finger, immediately curling them up and hitting your g-spot. The action caused you to cry out in pleasure, instinctively clenching your walls around Aaron’s fingers. “Aaron!” you cried out in pleasure.

He responded by humming and sucking on your clit, moving his fingers faster inside of you. You felt that familiar heat growing inside of you as you got closer. “I’m so close,” you moaned, arching your back. Aaron continued his movements, determined to make you feel good.

With the rhythmic movement of Aaron’s fingers moving inside of you combined with the feeling of Aaron sucking and licking your clit, your orgasm overcame you quickly and harshly. You came with a loud moan of Aaron’s name, pulling his hair and thighs clenching around his face. “Oh fuck, Aaron, oh fuck,” you moaned repeatedly as you came, head thrown back with your back arched high.

Spencer watched you, mesmerized by the way your body reacted to Aaron’s touch. In that moment, Spencer was grateful for his eidetic memory. The way Aaron moved his mouth against you and used his fingers, Spencer knew that one day, he’d get to make you fall apart against him. He licked his lips at the idea of eating you out. He should be grossed out by it, being a germaphobe and all. But the idea of eating you out was enough to have his cock stiffening. He had to will himself not to cum untouched, wanting to be inside of you before he allowed that to happen.

When you relaxed against the mattress, relaxing your muscles and unclenching your thighs, Aaron pulled away with a smirk on his lips. He removed his fingers from your cunt, the digits soaked from your juices as was his chin. Aaron looked over at Spencer, seeing the way he was looking at you and Aaron. “Do you want a taste?” Aaron asked hoarsely as he held up his hand that was covered in your juices.

Spencer nodded pathetically, his lips already parting as he looked at Aaron with big doe eyes. Aaron couldn’t help the low chuckle that escaped him as he moved over to Spencer, bringing his fingers to the genius’ lips. Spencer immediately took them into his mouth, sucking on the digits as his tongue lapped around them. He moaned around Aaron’s fingers, loving the way you tasted.

“She tastes so divine, doesn’t she?” Aaron murmured, his other hand caressing Spencer’s hair. “She feels even better.” He practically purred.

You watched the scene happening in front of you as your breathing evened out. The way Spencer looked at Aaron with that blown-out expression he’s had all night, you could feel yourself getting wet again. You let out a small whine at the sight, clenching your thighs together.

Aaron glanced over at you, seeing the way you were already turned on again. “Needy, baby?” He asked.

You nodded your head. “Yes,” you said in response.

Aaron turned his attention back to Spencer, removing his fingers from his mouth. “Are you ready to feel her?” He asked, still caressing Spencer’s hair.

“Yes,” Spencer rasped out, glancing over at you. No other thoughts were in his brain as he thought about finally being inside of you. Over the past few weeks, it had been embarrassing how much he had jerked off at the idea of fucking you, feeling how wet you’d be on his cock.

“Good boy,” Aaron praised, sending a shiver down Spencer’s spine. “Go over to her. I’ll teach you what to do.”

Spencer nodded his head at his boss, licking his lips in anticipation. He cleared his throat as he got up from his seat at the edge of the bed, moving closer to you. Aaron stood next to the bed. “How do you want me?” You asked, looking at Spencer this time.

Spencer didn’t quite know how to respond. He wanted you in every way imaginable. But he knew tonight was about learning, about losing his virginity and learning how to make you feel good. He looked over at Aaron, who looked at Spencer with a quirked eyebrow. Spencer’s cheeks flushed as he was put on the spot. “I-uh-“ Spencer stuttered, looking at you. “J-just the way you are?”

That would be the best way, wouldn’t it be? You were already on your back, hair sprawled out on the pillow, with your legs spread and ready for Spencer. Spencer couldn’t help but look at your cunt. The way you were still so wet. He couldn’t wait to bury himself deep inside of you. But he waited for further instruction, not wanting to ruin the moment by his own greed.

“Are you ready for me to guide you?” Aaron asked Spencer in that soft velvety voice.

Spencer let out a shaky breath, nodding his head. “Yes, please.” He murmured.

Aaron looked at you. “And are you ready for Spencer, darling?” He asked you in the same tone.

You nodded your head enthusiastically, giving Aaron a small grin. “Want it so bad,” you replied breathily. “Been dreaming about it for so long.”

Aaron chuckled as Spencer blushed. “I know you have, baby,” Aaron cooed, putting a hand on your thigh. “You hear that, Spencer? She’s been wanting you for a while now. Will you give her what she wants?”

“Y-yes,” Spencer stuttered as he confirmed. To say he was nervous was an understatement. What if he wasn’t good? What if he came too soon and didn’t even make you feel anything? What if you decide you don’t want to speak to him anymore after this and things get awkward? All of those thoughts rushed through his head as his nerves began getting to him.

“Relax,” Aaron murmured into Spencer’s ear, as if attuned to Spencer’s ray of emotions. Spencer took a deep breath. “Firstly, you’re going to pull her closer to you. Don’t hesitate to manhandle her a little bit. She likes that,” Aaron spoke, teasing you slightly as he did so.

“Don’t tell him that,” you replied lightly.

The small banter between the two of you helped ease Spencer’s nerves. He put his arms underneath your legs, gently pulling you closer to him. You gave Spencer a soft reassuring smile. You could feel the tension radiating off of him. “There’s no need to be so tense, Spence,” you said softly. “I know it’s your first time and that’s scary. If you want to stop, that’s more than okay.”

“I don’t want to stop,” He replied immediately. “I just-I’m nervous is all. What if it’s not good? Or I don’t make you finish?”

You shook your head. “Firstly, it’s about the experience which is why foreplay is so important. If I don’t finish, that’s okay because I got to be with you and that’s all that matters.”

Spencer took your words into consideration. “You don’t care if you don’t finish?”

“Well nothing says you can’t do the job with your fingers after.” You grinned.

Spencer let out a breath that he didn’t know he was holding as he relaxed. Your words really did help to make him feel better. He looked at Aaron. “And that’s okay?”

Aaron nodded his head. “More than okay,” He replied. “Are you ready to continue?” He asked.

“Yes.” Spencer replied, sounding more sure of himself which made you smile.

Aaron hummed in approval. He reached down, grabbing Spencer’s hand and guiding it to the base of Spencer’s cock. “See how wet she is?” He leaned in so that his breath was fanning Spencer’s ear. “You’re going to spread the wetness around with your cock.” He whispered. Aaron moved Spencer’s hand that was gripping Spencer’s cock to your cunt, using the tip to spread the wetness up and down your slit. Aaron let go of Spencer’s cock, allowing the boy to do it himself.

You let out a soft noise, the feeling of Spencer’s tip against your pussy making you want him even more. Spencer couldn’t help the small whine that escaped his lips as he felt your wetness against his length. He was careful to make sure he was slow with it, not wanting to ruin the experience at all. He looked down at the way his cock moved against your pussy. Spencer swallowed and let out a shaky breath. Experimentally, he rubbed the tip against your clit to gauge your response.

And god, it was the right thing to do as you let out a “Spence!” in a way that he had been dreaming about for so long.

Aaron watched the two of you. He was the only one that was still dressed. The obvious tent in his suit pants was proof enough that he was affected by this whole ordeal. But he ignored it, wanting to focus on the two of you.

Spencer continued to circle the tip of his cock against your clit. “Spencer, please,” you said in a whiny tone that could’ve had Spencer cum right on the spot.

He let out a small moan. “You’re so wet,” he rasped out.

“Please fuck me already,” you said, still in that same tone.

“You heard her, Spencer,” Aaron spoke, his voice rough. “Give the lady what she needs.” Spencer bit his lip as he looked down at you and then at Aaron. He brought his cock to your hole. “Go slow,” Aaron commanded gently. “You don’t want to cause any discomfort or blow your load too soon.”

Spencer nodded his head. He looked down at you again as you looked at him with lustful eyes. And without any further hesitation, Spencer slowly eased himself into you. He let out a choked gasp, bringing his free hand to his mouth and biting down slightly to ground himself. The feeling of your wet cunt engulfing his cock was a lot and it took everything in him to not cum right then and there. Especially because he wasn’t even fully inside of you yet.

You moaned at the feeling of finally getting filled. Like anytime you had sex, there was a sting at the feeling of being stretched. But it was a good sting and you adored the feeling.

Aaron began unbuttoning his shirt, watching the scene unfolding in front of him. “When you’re fully inside, you’re going to wait. Don’t move until she’s ready for you to,” he spoke, tossing his shirt to the side.

As soon as Spencer was completely inside of you, he stayed still, taking deep breaths to not cum so quickly. “Y-you’re so tight, oh my god,” he couldn’t help but groan.

You laughed breathily. “You’re big,” you replied simply.

The two of you stayed like that for a few minutes as you adjusted to having Spencer inside of you and he calmed himself down enough to not bust inside of you immediately. “I-I’m ready,” you said softly, reaching your left hand out to intertwine your fingers with Spencer’s.

Spencer held your hand with his, the action helping him feel better. He looked over at Aaron. “Start slowly,” the older man stated, palming himself through his suit pants. “You don’t want to go too fast at first because you want it to last.”

Spencer took one more deep breath before pulling his cock out and thrusting back into you slowly. The action made him whimper as he felt his cock glide against your walls. “Oh-oh my,” He whimpered out, his grip on your hand tightening as he tried to control himself.

The first few thrusts were experimental, to familiarize himself with you and your pussy. And the look on your face helped reassure him that you at least liked it with the way your lips were parted in an “o” and how you were letting out your own small noises.

He began to get into a rhythm of slow movements, not wanting to go too fast. The feeling of your pussy around his cock was absolutely heavenly. You were so wet, so tight, and so warm. Spencer had wondered why it had taken him so long to lose his virginity. The way his cock moved against your walls made him feel as though he was going to burst at any moment. And the soft noises you were making? All because of Spencer's cock? You were truly a work of art that blessed the Earth with your presence.

“Faster,” you breathed out, licking your lips as you did so.

Who was Spencer to deny such a pretty request?

He began moving his hips a bit faster, picking up the pace. The change in friction made him let out a slutty whine as his cock dove in and out of your pussy. You moaned loudly, moving your legs to wrap them around Spencer’s waist, deepening the angle.

Aaron had removed his pants and boxers and was thoroughly jerking himself off, matching the pace that Spencer had set. He pumped his cock, watching the two of you as he brought his thumb to the tip, spreading around the precum that had already leaked. Watching the two of you was more than enough for him. He’s been having you all to himself for the past few months. It was only fair that he took a step back and allowed Spencer to have you all to himself.

As Spencer’s pace quickened, the squelching sound of your cunt filled the room with each thrust of his cock. “Oh my god,” Spencer whimpered, looking down at the way his cock moved in and out of you. Your cunt was soaked, glistening with your juices. He knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. So in order to make it good for you, Spencer put his fingers to your clit. Thank god for anatomy classes and studying the human body as he began rubbing circles against the nub.

You gasped, throwing your head back in pleasure. The way Spencer’s cock thrusted in and out, grazing against your g-spot, as he rubbed your clit. You could feel your release coming which was definitely surprising.

The room was filled with a chorus of grunting, whining, and moaning as everyone basked in the pleasures. Aaron quickened his hand, pumping himself faster.

“Feels so good,” you moaned with your head thrown back against the pillow.

“I-I’m not going to last much longer,” Spencer whined, looking down at you. Your breasts bounced with each thrust. At some point, Spencer would love to fuck you with his face buried between your tits. He continued to rub your clit and thrust his hips, trying to focus on your pleasure while chasing his own.

“Me neither,” you mewled. You opened your eyes to glance at Aaron as he had been so quiet. Seeing the way he stared at the two of you while pumping his cock. You could tell by the way his chest was flushed that Aaron was close. You reached out for him with your other hand, replacing his hand with yours as you jerked him off fast.

“Oh fuck,” Spencer moaned. “So close. Can I cum inside of you? Please, please, please,” He babbled as his hips moved more frantically.

You nodded your head. “Yes,” You moaned loudly.

And with a loud groan, Spencer buried himself deep inside of you as he came, filling you with his cum. The feeling of being filled sent you over the edge as you arched your back and moaned Spencer’s name rather pornographically, cumming hard around his cock. The feeling of you cumming making Spencer let out a rather pornographic whine.

The sight of the two of you finishing was enough to send Aaron over the edge as he came on your tits, his seed painting your chest as he grunted. You continued to jerk him off through his release.

And when the three of you were finished, the room was filled with heavy breathing. Silence overcame you guys as you all basked in the post-orgasmic bliss. After a few minutes, Spencer pulled out of you and laid down next to you just as Aaron leaned down to kiss your forehead before going to the bathroom to get a cloth and clean you up.

When you were all cleaned up, relatively so anyways, Aaron gently moved you over and laid down next to you. You looked between him and Spencer before finally breaking the silence. “So we’re in agreement that this is happening again, right?” You asked with a cheeky grin on your face, causing them both to chuckle.

“Oh absolutely,” Aaron replied.

“I’d like that,” Spencer said softly.

Well, let’s just say after that, that threesomes were now a frequent occurrence in your everyday life when you guys weren’t working.

[nakylvr]

Hey, can I request for Daniela Avanzini where Y/n is also a member of katseye and she’s dating dani (at this point they’re very popular) but Dani gets jealous because Y/n and Megan have been getting shipped a lot on tiktok and people make edits of them. Y/n gets a little annoyed bc she keeps telling Dani that obviously nothing is going on between her and Megan so she has nothing to worry about but Dani doesn’t wanna let it go.

I know it’s a lot lol but I love that you’re literally the only person writing katseye and I love your writing style. Thank you!

thank you so much for requesting this it was so fun! 🫶 im sorry it took a while 😓 and it lowkey went off the rails from the req im sorry

— ENVIOUS

daniela avanzini x fem!reader

warnings/tags: angst/happy ending, jealous!daniela, language, 7th member!reader, established relationship, mini argument, not proofread

main masterlist | katseye masterlist

it wasn't hard for daniela to get jealous. she could get jealous at someone merely looking at you for a second too long. but those were with people she didn't know. you figured she wouldn't get jealous over something silly like fans shipping you with megan and edits being made of you two.

you were unfortunately wrong.

it's what causes the first real argument in your relationship. you and daniela started dating right after the end of dream academy and the lineup was announced, having feelings for each other during the whole survival show and actually officially dating once it was all over. and it was great. you debuted, you went to kcon, you went on a mini asia tour, and everything was great.

you obviously knew it was easy to get daniela jealous. after debuting and getting popular there would be some celebrities that would try to talk to you or hit on you and she would suddenly appear beside you to drag you off somewhere. but you didn't think she would get jealous because of one of the members who was most definitely not into you.

the fans had grown to like you and megan as a duo, a ship even with some of the edits you've seen on tiktok. to the point where you two were one of the more popular ships in the fandom. you thought it was silly, and you would occasionally giggle at the edits because you didn't take it seriously and you thought it wasn't serious enough to worry about. until daniela saw.

she knows she shouldn't get jealous over it to the point she's essentially ignoring you. but that's just how she is. she knows she can't officially say anything cause management would go ballistic and they'd probably go on hiatus. she knows megan doesn't see you that way. but that's just how she is.

you knew something was wrong when daniela started ignoring you. and that was hard for her, you both knew that. she couldn't stand being away from you, let alone ignore you for days on end leaving you wondering what you did to cause this. so you knew something was seriously wrong then.

the girls noticed it too. the tension that had suddenly grown was odd for them all watching dani ignore you while you would stare with sad eyes trying to figure out what happened. but they couldn't do anything. daniela wouldn't budge on telling anyone anything. so everyone was left in the dark while you had to deal with how to address it.

it was late at night when all the girls were asleep that you decided to confront her on it. she was in the living room reading one of her books when you left your shared room with sophia and yoonchae, which you weren't surprised about. her eyes flickered up from the book only to look back down a second later once seeing it was you.

you slowly approach the couch before sitting down at the edge of it, keeping a distance between you two which the blonde notices. you glance over at her, letting out a sigh before speaking. "can we talk?"

"about what?" daniela responds, her eyes focused on the book but not reading anymore.

"gee i don't know, let's start at you ignoring me," you say, shaking your head and scoffing quietly.

"i'm not ignoring you." daniela's eyes stay fixated on the book, her hands gripping it more tightly in her hands.

"really? that's what you're going to say?" you look at her with furrowed eyebrows. "obviously you're ignoring me, and i don't know why. so please talk to me."

"there's nothing to talk about," daniela mutters.

your lips pursed in a thin line, your irritation starting to become greater at every word she says. without a second thought, you yank the book out of her hands and put it on the table in front of you, seeing her eyes widen as she finally looks at you.

"what the fuck, yn?"

"what the fuck?" you repeat. "what the fuck, daniela? that's what you have to say?"

when daniela's eyes meet yours for the first time in weeks, she can see the mixed emotions in them. you're angry, upset, confused. all because of her. she feels a twang of guilt rush through her at the sight.

"after ignoring me for weeks you're surprised i'm fed up with it?" you shake your head. "look, i don't know what i did, but i can't fix it unless you tell me. why have you been ignoring me?" you ask the question again.

"i'm not ignoring you."

you take a deep breath after her words, your anger starting to bubble up before you speak. "fine," you say, standing up. "if you won't tell me what's going on, then i think we should end this."

"what?" daniela's eyes go wide and her head jerks up to you when you stand, the expression on her face finally changing into something you hadn't seen, panic evident in her eyes. "you're not serious."

you just stare down at her, your arms crossed over your chest. "i am. we can't fix things if you won't say what the problem is. that's for everything. i don't even know what i did, daniela, because you won't tell me. how do i know if it's something serious or something petty like you being jealous? i don't. so yeah, i'm fucking serious," you tell her, your voice and look on your face being enough to tell her you are serious. "if you don't tell me in the next ten seconds then i can assure you this is over."

daniela feels her mouth go dry at your words. you're serious. you're serious about leaving her. she knows you're right. she knows she has to just suck it up and say it. just say it and she won't lose you. just fucking say it.

"i don't like how close you're getting with megan," she blurts out.

the words take a moment to process in your brain, and before you can even think of a response, she's continuing.

"i know she doesn't see you that way and you don't see her that way but i don't like it," she says. "i've seen all the edits, i've seen all the tweets, i mean fuck it's like how much more obvious can i be before people realize that you're with me? i know we can't officially say anything but i can't stand it. i trust you and the girls, of course i do, but what if a pr stunt happens? what if the company says you're dating some random celebrity and i-i'm left behind and you realize you don't really love me and–"

"dani, calm down." you sit down again, closer to her and cupping her face in your hands, cutting her off of her rambling. "are you really jealous over megan of all people? the clingiest girl ever? dani, there's nothing to worry about," you tell her. "it's nothing serious, you should know that. i love you, daniela. okay? even if for some random reason the company does a pr relationship i promise nothing will change between us. so please, stop worrying."

daniela slowly nods along to what you say, her eyes flickering across your face. "i'm sorry for ignoring you," she says in a quiet voice.

"it's alright," you reply, your thumb drawing circles on her cheeks. "i love you," you whisper.

"i love you too," she whispers back.

[sundew199]

Zoro doesn’t understand why you’re so upset with him, why your bright eyes burn with tears that hold the weight of anger and frustration. He swore his intentions were true, rushing to your side in the midst of battle to shove you away, so why were cheeks stained with salty tears that make his heart hurt?

You’re never truly angry at him, mostly annoyed or frustrated at his constant playful teasing, so it worries him the more your face pinches and twists with distain. Had he truly done the wrong thing in coming after you, watching you struggle from afar with a Marine who gained the upper hand? Surely he hadn’t.

“I don’t need you to swoop in like I’m some damsel in distress.”

The remark felt like a sword grazing his skin, not deep enough to make him bleed, but enough for a sting to linger. He blinked, deflated in his posture on the edge of the bed, confused and hurt that you didn’t appreciate his quick reaction. He knows you’re capable and possess skill that uphold their value in the crew, but his gut instinct screamed at him that you wouldn’t recover from the upper hand being swept from you and the thought of losing you when he could’ve done something to prevent it makes Zoro physically sick.

Lose is a familiar feeling for him, a familiar experience that lingers over his shoulder like a shadow, haunting him as a reminder that no one is ever safe. Maybe it was bad luck, or a punishment for a sin that he had yet to atone for, Zoro wasn’t sure. Whatever it was, Zoro felt that shadow rest its cold wispy hand on his shoulder as he spotted you across the way, the whispered warning springing him into action.

“But you’re not, I only helped because it didn’t look like you were going to regain the advantage.”

His tone was soft and remorseful, apologetic for making you feel less than what you’re worth, and how dare he? The warring sides of wrong and right were muddled yet clear. Zoro knew he did the right thing, but guilt clung to him in such an odd way.

“I had him Zoro.”

“Did you?”

Emotions switching at the bite in your tone, the way bitterness bled through like ink to a rag, quick and furious. You physically shot back, uncrossing your arms, pulling your brows tighter than they had been before.

“You’re the one who built up my confidence, trained me on close combat and now you questions me? Was it all so you could bring it all down and prove I’ll never be as strong as you?”

A long breath was inhaled through his nose, needing to calm himself before even letting the anger rise. Tensions were high on the ship, no one would deny it, Marines catching them at every corner it felt, bearing down on the crew in hopes it would squash like a bug.

“No.”

A scoffing disgusted sound scratched at your throat, throwing your arms in the air. There were a lot of things Zoro didn’t like to admit aloud, afraid of speaking them into existence and watching the shadow that always hung around, greedily take what meant most to him, away.

“Then why Zoro? You know if I ever need help in a battle I’ll tell you in some way and I didn’t this time so why did you-“

“Because I can’t lose you!” Shouting through your words, cutting you off, unable to keep the one thing he feared most inside. You stood frozen in front of him, appalled at the confession and the genuine fear written on his face. He watched the way the lines on your face contorted with conflict and reason, unable to come to a conclusion. Whatever was between the two of you was unlabeled, but spoken and unspoken love washed over the both of you in a gentle wave. Platonic at first and quickly turning romantic, a connection that excited Zoro and then later scared him as the reminder of what happened to those he loved. In some way or another it was ripped from him unexpectedly, eventually making it easy for self isolation to creep in and become a friend. All that changed with his captain drug him aboard for an adventure, soften his wall and making it almost easy for you creep into the cracks and urge him to accept you, and for a while, all without the fear of losing you.

“I can’t lose anyone else, I’ve lost enough.”

Forcing himself to meet your gaze, the buried emotions of a boy who spend more than ten plus years of his life alone coming forth. He never got the opportunity to know his parents enough to mourn them like a child who did, his father a faint figure and his mother a blurry face when he tried to think of her. He was never able to understand his grief when Kuina died, so young and full of fire that her death only motivated him to continue to pursue their shared dream. Zoro pushed forward when life threw his curveballs, accepting them then storing them away so they wouldn’t cloud his judgement or deter him from his goal. But that didn’t mean he was incapable of caring or fearing, honing the skill of hiding early on.

This crew, his captain and ship mates were the one thing he refused to lose. He refused to let you slip from his grasp, to watch the life fade from your eyes as he begged for you to hold on. Zoro doesn’t think he’d recover if he were to experience that. You were the light that peaked through the clouds of his gloomy life, the small ray of sun that he accepted and let shoo the other clouds away.

Seeing you lose the upper hand to the marine earlier, struck a fear in him like none other, something he doesn’t think he’s felt before. And Zoro would be damned if he didn’t make to you in time.

“I’m sorry,” beginning again but being silenced by the hand cradling the side of his face, warmth from the palm he’d grown so fond of.

“No I’m sorry Zoro, I-“ Wavering words broke, a sniffle of regret prompting him to bring you down into an embrace. Arms wrapped securely around you, holding you as if the shadow would cruelly take you as a sort of joke for confessing his fear.

“I just can’t, I don’t know what I’d do with myself if you weren’t here, I’d regret not reaching you fast enough and die lying by your grave and wishing it were me instead of you.”

And he meant that, every word. One little scare gave him a glimpse of what could possibly be and Zoro hated it. You were more than a fellow crewmate at this point, and call him selfish but Zoro didn’t want to imagine the crew without you.

“You won’t have to, I promise. I’m sorry for my reaction, I didn’t know and thought you saw me as weak.”

Bringing you away so he could look you in the eyes and wipe away the tears, Zoro smiled faintly.

“You’re anything but that, I just don’t want to take any chances.” Cradling the back of your neck, bringing his lips to your cheek and kissing over a tear streak. Your hands found its way to the short hair toward his neck, threading it through your fingers and holding him close.

You didn’t say anything else and Zoro took it as understanding, acceptance for his worries and forgiving him even though there wasn’t anything to forgive. Words didn’t need to be said to know the love Zoro held for you was strong, strong enough to throw himself in hopes of sparing you from a blade or bullet. And though Zoro couldn’t live in a world without you, he’d be okay with sacrificing his own if it meant you’d get away unscathed because Zoro couldn’t handle anymore loss, even if that meant trading your loss with his own.

꧁༄꧂

a/n: needed to write something sort of gentle for him, sorry if it’s slightly angsty ~(>_<~)

[yanderedrabbles]

Hi I love your stories and characters so much.

Reading your stories always makes me happy. They are a huge comfort💖.

I hope no one has asked you this question, in case I apologize🥲.

I wonder, of your yandere characters, who would be able to threaten you by saying that they would hurt one of your family members (a sibling, a parent), to tenderi by their side?

Who would be able to hurt or worse kill them?

Or would they not because they would know that it would make you unhappy to lose a relative?

It occurred to me while reading the story about Yandere!Yakuza.

If he were to hurt our little brother so that he wouldn't leave us, I would be extremely sad.

(Instead, I think characters like Yandere! State Trooper or Yandere!Pirate, wouldn't care much about your feelings and would hurt your relative if they saw them as a danger)

-smally anon

Yanderes Who'll Threaten Your Family - a totally wholesome collection I promise

Yandere! Yakuza tries to be a nice guy. He really does. But don't ever forget that he's a criminal. You have no idea the things he's seen, the things he's willingly done. It won't be his first option, but if it comes down to it he'll happily break as many bones as it takes to get you back in his arms. And if he feels a family member is being a particular hazard to your relationship? Well, him and his boys are just gonna have a friendly chat. Of the baseball bat to the face variety.

Yandere! Military Contractor won't hesitate to put a bullet in the gut of anyone stupid enough to get in his way. Hell, he'll do it right in front of you if he has to. To him, strength and brutality are all that matters. Is it any surprise that guilt over bloodshed doesn't even feature on his radar?

Yandere! Pirate thinks of himself as a gentleman criminal. The rougish counterpoint to the rich merchants and naval captains that infest the sea. But don't be fooled - he's a killer and a criminal to the bone. How far do you have to go to become Captain on a ship of dangerous, heartless pirates? Trust me, you don't want to know.

He won't kill them in front of you. No, that would just complicate things. He doesn't want to needlessly frighten you. Getting you into bed would be so much less enjoyable if you were constantly trying to claw his eyes out. He'll claim to not know anything about your suddenly missing brother or fiancé, honest to God above. But oh, the sharks do seem so very well fed.

Yandere! Cyberpunk Mercenary is another ex-soldier with a rotten heart. He's got a soft spot for you - sheltered rich girl that you are - but that doesn't mean he's above bloodshed when necessary. In his case, it's almost inevitable. Your parents will keep sending people after you, desperate to get their daughter back from the filthy criminal that has her. He'll try not to let you see any of it. But the acid vats on Titan and the nuclear reactors on Europa have seen more than a few unorthodox disposals.

Yandere! Mobster is... well, he's not a bad guy. Tries to help folk out, look out for the community. If there's any trouble with your family, he trusts his reputation will solve it. No one wants to tell the Don's favorite enforcer that he's not good enough for their family. That's how a person's car ends up in the river with them in the trunk. No, no one in your family is stupid enough to get in his way. And if they did... well, you never liked your cousin Vinny that much, did you?

Yandere! Riot Control Officer is lining up to hurt them as we speak actually. He doesn't even need an excuse. 

[violentdelightshavevioletends]

Nothing… just Violet wearing Xaden’s shirt and stealing his clothes, and Xaden asking to help wash her hair and taking care of her, while making sure his mind is open to her so the bond can wrap around her now-dreamless-nights and never let her be alone, and joking about how far they’ve come beyond any “breakup point”, and really channeling the “old married couple” vibes the squad said they had at the beginning of this book only double-dosed on fluff.

[dwarf-vader-of-middle-earth]

Ok these are FUCKING AWESOME and I'm gonna do them for Khyrus Morn Dynar (aka Nenalata Dynar), my beloved Ayleid ESO character.

Nenalata bets on crabs and watches INTENTLY with ABSOLUTE FASCINATION unyielding, and he'd probably forget to eat and sleep for like 3 days because he's just so hooked!!!

Nenalata loses his fucking mind after like 2 days, give or take. And the one narrating his life is, of course, Sheogorath. Nen is ready to fucking DESTROY the prince, barge into his realm with Meridia's armies and lay waste to EVERYTHING unless Sheoth takes these damn boots off him!!!

So I think Nenalata would try his hardest to recreate some traditional Ayleid baked goods of a sort, probably not thinking to do the simplest one with few ingredients to minimize damage. Instead he just does one his father always makes him, and he keeps getting things blown up, and he breaks down sobbing and crying hysterically in overwhelmed frustration and he's charred half to death but still, by some miracle, alive.

Tbh Nenalata would totally befriend the skeleton. Necromancy? Eh his ancestors are KNOWN for it. A skeleton that isn't trying to kill him is a plus already, and one who doesn't stop making jokes?! He's got an ally for life, and he welcomes the skeleton on any future adventures without issue!

Hmmmm... I don't know what Nen would do! Probably, he would just order them all to cuddle him and he'd basically have every demon dog-beast thing hugging him at once which Nenalata would LOVE SO MUCH OH MY GOD!!! Of course his husbands would be uneasy with this, but I feel like Emeric would warm up once he sees how kind the hounds are.

The pirates absolutely demand King Emeric as ransom, but Nenalata slyly agrees to. If they are fine with drowning. And then he pulls some Ayleid magic shit and rocks the boat TERRIBLY so that the pirates FEEL like they're gonna capsize but they don't actually, and then the drop the king and flee, and Nen just keeps the magic going on the pirates' ship until they're far enough away that it's safe to stop.

Nenalata definitely takes up a frying pan and a meat/butcher knife. He is actually REALLY successful, to a STAGGERING degree that even Boethia is impressed! She wants to invite him back for another competition, but Nen is so exhausted and frustrated that he threatens to rip the prince in half where she stands if she does that again. And based on the brutality shown, she knows this might actually happen. Ffs he killed Molag Bal AND Mehrunes Dagon!!!

Ok so, Nen is GREAT friends with Hyrmamora. The prince and him go WAY back. So naturally, Mora knows DAMN WELL that this man's poem is going to be absurd and asinine as fuck, and he's right. Nenalata gets on the platform and gives his poem, and it's about a gay pirate who is lured in by a gorgeous siren man. Unbeknownst to the siren, this pirate has achieved apotheosis, and because he's so in love with this siren, the siren who lured him in has no choice but to forever love this doting pirate man and be his husband even though this wasn't what he wanted. At all. It's the folly of immortality.

Hmmm... So I think Nenalata would most likely just use his outright brawn and strength, going against the mudcrab as himself and nothing more. And surprisingly, he wins! It's a struggle, yes, but that man is nothing if not determined as fuck, and brawny. He learned from his father to use strength first and foremost.

Nenalata knows this will inevitably be Sheogorath's field day, so he invites the prince along and they go to fling cheese as Sheoth just goes to the cult members playing into their insane delusions of cheese moons and is SUPER convincing and rallying things until shit get so out of hand that Nenalata just... has to leave. It's too wild for him. And he needs out.

Well first off, Nenalata just says he's glad I made him at all, and thanks me PROFUSELY for giving him the love and family he obtained, from being a Nord named Khyrus Morn, to becoming an Ayleid named Nenalata Dynar, and reuniting with his adoptive father, Laloriaran. Then Nen just apologizes to me because of why I made him with this story at all, and for all the shit I've endured, and he promises me that, as always, he's there waiting patiently to adventure with me again when I need to escape. He's here for me as I've been there for him to bring him across Tamriel. He wants me to know beauty and fun and love all the same.

Uhhhhh... I think Nenalata would try to do some sexy strip tease, showing off his flawless Elven abs and beefy arms, he'd do sexy crushing of tough things like barrels and frying pans with just his brawn, do the dramatic sexy hair flip, etc. Sheogorath is SWOONING and he gets why so many men love this man! Azura is DISGUSTED that this fucking imbecile would even TRY to think sex is a talent! Have you SEEN her?! She would know that sex is just a thing, not a talent, and Nenalata is selling himself short. He should join her side already. And then Mehrunes Dagon is... fucking pissed. He's ready to sabotage the entire performance and boos Nen the second he steps on stage and doesn't stop the entire way. This fucker killed him and now he's trying to be sexy? Fuck no.

Same as 6 as OP said, so yeah, same response lol.

Nenalata uses the spell for when someone REALLY pisses him off. And they don't even need to be making HIM angry, they just need to be like, maybe, talking to someone random like an asshole, and so Nen summons the bees to swarm the asshole and get them away. If someone is breaking the law, Nen summons the bees. If someone pisses him off directly? Bees.

Oh fuck, that scrolls is gonna have A LOT to tell him. But the most bizarre thing it tells him? It would likely be that Nenalata needs to stop delving to ruins to speak with the corpses of his deceased Ayleid kin because they're not going to listen, they hate him because he was born a Nord and became Ayleid, and when the fuck is he going to recognize this?!!??! His father isn't going to be there to fight off the swarms every time and even HE is hated because Laloriaran doesn't believe in Elven supremacy so the ancestors are against both of them as is, and Nen just needs to take a fucking chill pill and give up.

Welcome to TES OC Questions 2: Absurd Scenarios Edition!

(Before I start, I'm so so sorry)

Your OC stumbles upon an underground mudcrab gladiator ring. Do they bet on a crab, join the fight, or try to liberate the crabs?

Your OC finds a pair of high stats enchanted boots that- surprise! - once put on cannot be taken off. They also find out that the boots won’t stop loudly narrating their every step. How long before they lose their mind? (And who voices it?)

Sheogorath challenges your OC to a baking contest where the ingredients randomly explode. What dish does your OC create, and how do they survive the chaos?

A skeleton tries to tell your OC bad jokes during a dungeon crawl. Does your OC laugh, fight them, or join in with their own terrible puns?

Your OC is crowned ruler of all nixhounds. What’s their first royal decree?

A crew of pirate mudcrabs hijacks your OC’s boat. What do they demand as ransom, and how does your OC outwit them?

Boethiah forces your OC to compete in an arena battle where all the weapons are household objects. What does your OC pick, and how absurd is their victory (or failure)?

Hermaeus Mora invites your OC to a sea-themed poetry slam in Apocrypha. What bizarre poem does your OC compose, and how do the seekers react?

A giant mudcrab challenges your OC to a game of tug-of-war over a fish. What unconventional tactics do they use to win?

Your OC encounters a cult that believes Nirn’s moons are made of cheese. How do they respond when asked to join a ritual involving catapulting cheese wheels into the sky?

Your OC brews a potion that temporarily allows them to see the player controlling them. What do they say or do with this sudden revelation?

Your OC must audition for a talent show judged by Sheogorath, Mehrunes Dagon, and Azura. What ridiculous act do they perform, and what are the judges’ reactions?

A crew of pirate mudcrabs hijacks your OC’s boat. What do they demand as ransom, and how does your OC outwit them?

Your OC learns a new shout/spell, but it only summons a swarm of bees. What creative use do they find for it?

Your OC reads an Elder Scroll, and instead of cryptic visions, it starts giving unsolicited life advice. What’s the most bizarre thing it says?

GUYS IM DUMB. 6 AND 13 ARE THE SAME 🫠

[to23623ken]

I'm genuinely fascinated by the existence of "Javert, t'es amoureux", because its creator—Jean Vallée—wasn’t just any singer or actor; he was the very first Javert in the musical adaptation of Les Misérables. And out of everything he could have taken from playing the role, what stuck with him enough to turn into a song? The idea that Javert was in love. That’s incredible.

It completely shatters the notion that Valvert is just a modern, fandom-driven interpretation cooked up by chronically online shippers or queer theatre kids projecting onto the material. No—this reading of Javert, this underlying tension, has existed since the beginning. Before Tumblr, before AO3, before any of that discourse, the original musical Javert himself saw something there. And not just saw it—he felt it so deeply that he wrote and recorded a song about it.

"Valvert" isn’t just a modern fandom invention. The very people who have embodied these characters—actors, writers, and directors—have seen and acknowledged these dynamics. Whether it’s Jean Vallée writing "Javert, t’es amoureux", Andrew Davies (screenwriter of the BBC adaptation) stating that "One can even see a twisted kind of love in Javert’s obsession with Valjean," or countless performers playing these characters with that subtext in mind, the interpretation holds weight.

Never let anyone tell you that your queer reading isn’t valid. The idea that there’s only one “correct” way to read a story is a lie—a lie that has been used for centuries to erase, silence, and delegitimize voices like ours.

Queer readings don’t need to be “proven” to be valid. They don’t require a writer’s approval or an actor’s acknowledgment. They are valid because queer people exist, and when we see ourselves in a story, that means something. That matters. And no one can take that away.

And this isn’t just about Les Mis. It’s about the truth that queer readings of stories are valid, full stop. Literature and theatre have always contained queerness, whether hidden in subtext or woven directly into the narrative. And when actors, directors, and audiences pick up on those themes—when they lean into them, embrace them, and bring them to life—it’s because those layers were always there to be discovered.

So if someone tells you that your interpretation is "just a ship" or "not what the author intended," remind them that stories do not belong solely to their creators. They belong to the people who experience them, who see themselves in them, who bring new life to them. And if queer people have seen themselves in Les Misérables—and we have, over and over again—then that queerness is real, it is valid, and it is part of the story, no matter what anyone else says.

Yes, I want everything to be queer, because I am queer, and I love me.

[ranticore]

Is there any "canceled" settings that never got out? Or just some canned ideas like OG modified people(?) thera

I have loadssss of canned ideas which couldn't work in the setting I envisioned:

the first story idea for Siren i had was going to be about an unmodified human (employed by modern atom corp) crashlanding there, and the three explorers (huarvaa, qedivar, and terwy) would volunteer to help them travel to the precursor settlement to find parts to fix their space ship. But along the way they would all make the discovery that they were all humans all along (obviously with the unmodified human believing they were being helped by three aliens). So there'd be points in the story where they'd be like "huh what a weird coincidence that [some similarity they share]" finally turning into "wait so your people made us to be slaves on this planet??" and the unmodified human having to absorb the rammys. Reason I didn't go with it: didn't like the focus on an unmodified human, I felt it a disservice to the sirenians' intelligence to imagine that they couldn't figure out all that shit on their own.

That one jumps to mind as this was originally a Siren blog and I do still work away at it here haha.

For outright cancelled settings and stories, kiiinda ISOK, i don't really make new things about it anymore and it never grabbed my attention enough, I'll draw my faves but don't feel like developing stories or characters there right now

Twist the manticore came from a very recently fully cancelled story about curses which you can find in the #manticore tag on my big art blog. Basically a concept of a really fucked up city built on a mine of the substance which allows people to visualise magic spells and particularly curses. The story was about a curse broker who would be hired to cast curses not necessarily of his own design, but he'd be the one pulling the trigger because it's like this nightmare gig economy where you need an endless supply of new people to cast curses because each casting takes a cumulative toll on the body. Anyway I fell away from it because it was hard to write a very actively suicidal pov and I never figured out the ending so it felt aimless. Sometimes when I have no ending in mind I can just go on and on throwing new scenarios at the characters to see them react but I wasn't feeling it here. But I liked the manticore and sphinx designs

Obviously all of my 21st century Inver writing is gone noncanon now which is great. The future now is entirely uncertain yippee!!!

I've also had one billion story ideas which are up on the shelf kind of waiting. A big one you might know from my werewolf sketchbook is the glam underground werewolf subculture stuff which I came up with while watching dog shows lol but essentially warring werewolf packs decided to cut down the body count by doing head to head dance battles instead based on the beauty and aesthetics of their werewolf forms, it was a little inspired by drag balls but it's something I'm not very familiar with so if I were to go at it seriously I would need to do a lot of work. The story would be about a guy who got bitten and had to find his way to one of these spaces where because of his lovely werewolf form he gets poached by a pack and ends up competing with them, until he stumbles across the dead body of the current best in show competitor, rival to his new pack, and is accused of murdering him. He is charged with proving his innocence, but also finding out who the hell bit him because it seems like it may have been done on purpose to create a scapegoat for this murder. Anyway yea full murder mystery and the werewolves had show names which were as extravagant and striking as u can imagine*, essentially leaving their straightsonas at the door once a month to queen out among the only people who understand them. The only setting I could possibly imagine for it was vegas lol but in a more homophobic era (the underground lycanthropy scene being analogous to gay culture ofc).

Another story I wanna work on eventually is a revamp of the radio dragons, I realised ultimately that I was still trying to 'fix' pern with it when presenting a rebuttal to the ethical problems with dragon rider stories ends up really boring ("the dragons are in charge and they pick their riders when the riders are teens and there's an element of choice etc etc" boring). Ultimately I should just be completely inverting the dynamic and leaving it unchanged so that the issues are made blinding rather than fixed - in this case, the dragons are in charge, but they are picking their riders from birth. Newborn human baby instantly hooked up to an adult or at least older adolescent dragon and treated like a particularly smart parrot for most/all of their lives. And the story told entirely from dragon pov of course (dragon would do anything for their beloved rider!! even maybe let them vote?)

I have more but that's off the top of my head

[synnthamonsugar]

I've been playing a lot of Prophecy lately (the only part of Season of Arrivals that remains) and I feel like the Eris and Drifter dynamic was originally meant to be like her dynamic with Cayde. Neither of them liked each other, Eris made jibes at both of them about wanting to hurt/kill them (Drifter: You're killin' me, Three Eyes! - Eris: I would love to kill you. / Cayde: Don't worry, I'll keep my ear to the ground. - Eris: And I will try not to step on his head.) and it seems to me like someone at Bungie just thought it was hilarious when Eris had beef with some guy she hated. (Drifter was also just a stand-in for Cayde in a lot of ways once Cayde bit it.)

But then someone ELSE walked into Bungie Studios and went "omg a man and woman bickering? That means they LIKE each other!"

e__e

You're 100% correct, both on Drifter filling Cayde's roll as "funny roguish guy with a dark history" and Eris' and Drifter's dynamic originally mirroring her dynamic with Cayde.

This is probably going to get me marked for assassination but I liked Eris' and Cayde's dynamic. I also liked Arrivals thru Beyond Light-era Eris & Drifter. Even if it flanderized both characters, I think it was funnier than not, and there was just enough tension that I could understand the shippers even if I didn't ship them myself. (Full disclosure: I indulged in a bit of both as a guilty pleasure, though neither was ever a favorite.) Overall, their dynamic was such that one could read into them as platonic, romantic, or even having a bit of a sibling rivalry. It was fun!

But whatever's happened to both of their characterizations is even worse than flanderization, IMO - it really does feel like watching someone's bland OOC "this is a vehicle to have these characters who I think are hot kiss" fanfiction put to screen. It's bitterly funny, but also leaves me with secondhand embarrassment. I can't say I get much schadenfreude, even if I feel validated because I called it playing out in this way years ago.

I think the sexism (and racism) of the D2 writing team is beyond question at this point and leaning on overplayed tropes like bickering = love, grumpy x sunshine, women taming men/men domesticating women, characters being humanized through romance, dead gf for sympathy, etc. kinda drive home both the extent and the mundanity of it. For a few years now I've been saying "how did this survive any sort of scrutiny" when it comes to story beats in D2 (the continual sidelining of black characters, villainous lesbians, killing off disabled characters... etc.) and at this point I'm inclined to think there is none. Everything feels both insincere and self-unaware.

[solarmorrigan]

For the prompts! Drunk - and if we wanna get specific I love the idea of someone wanting to make a move while they’re drunk but the other person is like very consent informed obvi and is like no but the drunk person takes it as rejection so the sober person comforts them / clarifies they’re into it just not then. But you can do any type of drunk scenario! Or maybe anxious? honestly anywhere inspiration strikes with this message, even if it seems left field 🙏🏼🫡

Hello! It occurred to me as I was reading this just now that nowhere in your ask did you specify a ship, and that I just... kinda filled in Steddie. I hope that's okay??

3. Drunk - Eddie/Steve

cw: alcohol use, dubcon (Steve is drunk; he also tries to continue kissing Eddie even after Eddie says no, but it does not progress past that point)

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It feels like some kind of daydream when Steve pushes Eddie down onto the couch and straddles his lap. Eddie’s definitely imagined it enough times – how Steve would feel over him, or under him, how warm and pliant he would be, how soft his mouth would be, yielding under Eddie’s. He’d never imagined the sharp taste of liquor on Steve’s tongue, though, and that’s enough to wake him up.

His role as designated driver is to get Steve home safe, to get him into bed where he can sleep the night off; it definitely doesn’t include this.

He puts a hand to Steve’s chest, gently pushing him back.

“Hey, Steve, you’ve gotta stop,” Eddie says, regretful as Steve’s lips leave his.

“Why?” Steve asks, leaning in to kiss across Eddie’s cheek and down to the curve of his jaw. “You want this.”

What Eddie wants doesn’t matter, he reminds himself. Not right now. “You’re drunk, Steve,” he says, again pushing back against Steve’s chest.

“’m not that drunk,” Steve insists, as if Eddie hadn’t been the one to chivy his wobbly ass out of the car and into his house just minutes ago. He cranes his neck until his lips are brushing Eddie’s ear. “You want this. You want me.”

And Eddie does want Steve. It feels like all he does is want Steve. It feels like his heart vacates his chest and runs to wait at Steve’s feet like a loyal dog anytime he’s nearby. Eddie wants.

But not like this. Not when this isn’t something Steve would do sober.

Steve rolls his hips down against Eddie’s, and Eddie can’t help the noise that escapes him – he’s only human, and Steve feels so fucking good. But then he gets a firm grip on Steve’s hips, stilling him in his lap.

“Steve,” Eddie says, low and warning.

“S’okay,” Steve insists, brushing a few kisses up Eddie’s neck. He continues his mumbling in Eddie’s ear, “promise. You want me, you can have me. You don’t have to love me back. S’okay.”

Eddie’s heart skips a beat. Skips several, maybe. “What?”

“You can have me,” Steve says again, pressing an off-center kiss to Eddie’s temple for emphasis.

“No, what did you– Steve, look at me,” Eddie says, reaching up to take Steve by the shoulders, pushing at him gently. Steve whines and tries to burrow further into Eddie’s neck. “Fuck, sweetheart, just look at me.”

Maybe it’s the pet name, maybe it’s the firmness of Eddie’s voice, but Steve slowly leans back until he can meet Eddie’s eyes. His gaze is glassy, a little hazy, but he’s about as focused as Eddie’s going to get him.

“You think I wouldn’t love you?” Eddie asks.

Steve blinks, tongue darting out to wet his lips. “You– you don’t have to. I can be okay with just this. With whatever you want, just– You want me,” he says quietly. “…don’t you?”

The question is soft, heart-breakingly uncertain, small and pleading in a way Steve should never have to be.

“Steve,” Eddie reaches up to cup Steve’s face in his hands, “how could I not love you back?”

Steve gives a little shrug, glancing away, even as he leans into Eddie’s touch.

“No, baby, listen: it’s fucking crazy how much I love you, okay? It’s – I want to write songs about you. I want to be wherever you are all the time. I want to see you every day and I want to stay awake all night because I don’t want to waste a single minute sleeping when it could be spent with you,” Eddie says, brushing his thumbs across Steve’s flushed cheeks. “I love you so much that I’m going to get you a glass of water and put you to bed so I can tell you all of this all over again when you’re sober, okay?”

For a moment, Steve just stares at him, lips parted like he’s in awe. “You love me,” he whispers.

Eddie can’t help but laugh, just a little thing, fond and quiet. “Yeah, sweetheart.”

“And you’re– you’re gonna stay?” Steve asks, still a little small.

“I’m gonna stay,” Eddie promises.

Slowly, Steve nods. “Okay.”

He’s cooperative after that, if a little floppy. Eddie gets him into pajamas and into bed, and even gets most of a glass of water into him before he looks ready to pass out.

“Hey,” Steve says, hand shooting out to grab Eddie by the wrist just as Eddie is making to leave the bedroom. “I love you, too.”

Eddie smiles, leaning in to press a kiss to Steve’s forehead. “I know,” he says. “You can tell me that in the morning, too.”

[caladblog]

im still working on my stupidly involved post about the stupidly involved process of doing laundry in victorian times (the followup to my guide to victorian clothing) but i'm pausing to laugh & point out

that unlike all of the legitimate sailors, there is a ZERO percent chance that cornelius "if that is ur real name" hickey knew how to wash his own clothes when he stepped on board hms terror

much less that he would be expected to do so

if he'd stabbed his way onto LITERALLY ANY OTHER SHIP IN THE NAVY he would've been the purser's favorite guy (because he is so unprepared & thus has to buy everything from the purser at the Steepest Markup Ever Invented), but alas he chose the HMS Even If This All Goes Perfectly It'll Be A Fight For Survival and i can only imagine the nervous laughter + growing sense of disquiet felt by his messmates about three weeks into the voyage when he started asking them where the laundress is at

"but he grew up poor so surely--" nope. it's women's work. i cannot impress upon you enough how much this was women's work, and furthermore the poor living in cities literally did not have enough space, or time, or water, or buckets to do their own laundry, even if they were inclined to take up this extremely arduous manual labor, which as we all know hickey loves bc it ennobles his immortal soul and cleanliness is next to godliness and all that :)

[emptymanuscript]

I feel like the central issue is that Musk has seen Total Recall and thinks it is a great idea. He wants to love his job the way that Cohaagen does.

The thing is, you can own all the air on Mars. It might be extremely difficult but that's a point in Mars' favor. The only way that Mars is going to generate air on planet is going to require control of infrastructure. There's nowhere near enough Oxygen in the atmosphere but there is enough dirty ice you can go mine it and crack it to produce enough Oxygen to make a dome habitable. And if you plant your dome close enough to the ice, you can use the waste hydrogen from the cracking to power the mining infrastructure to go get more oxygen. It's perfect because someone in control of everything can control the air for everyone who probably can't go out and produce their own in any meaningful quantities. You can exacerbate this situation VERY simply with social controls like the ones Musk uses at Tesla. Settlers of color can go outside and mine the ice making them skilled labor but extremely vulnerable to accidents. High(er) wage, high(er) fatality rate, high(er) turnover so you can keep resetting the wage to starting pay. Then you have the white settlers working the water-cracking and life support systems. Low(er) wage, Low(er) fatality rate, Low(er) turnover. This creates an experienced workforce which makes it hard to break in so we're not racists, it just requires too much on the job training unless you started at 10 years old. Then you foment a lot of racial tension around the fact that Settlers of color get higher starting wages - even though they're actually working at significantly more risk and the high pay is actually extremely rare due to the risk of going outside where one slip up means you're dead. AND in spite of the fact that there are low wages on the bottom of white workers, the majority actually do get paid more because they stay on the job longer for more raises. It doesn't matter what the facts are, just what the talking points communicate. As long as they're set at each other's throats, they won't unite, preventing the people from ever being able to make air without the Corporate Government, essentially cementing the Corporate Government in power unless you can convince executives to rebel on the worker's behalf. Which rarely works.

You do have to go a little slowly at first to set this up. At first, the Corporate Government WILL be dependent on the Governments of Earth. They will need Earth's industrial capacity until they can create a self sustaining one. But that check will be weak and local control will accelerate relatively quickly. The more Musk can control the levers of immigration and shipping (which he is positioned to do at the moment) the more quickly he can completely control the situation on Mars. Because, let's face it, there's pretty much no way to justify the cost of launching a rescue and/or enforcement mission. Earth does not, at this time, require anything from Mars except space to exercise the human desire for Lebensraum. Which means you're stuck with Corporations or Governments raising that money due to popular will and considering how popular tax cuts are, the idea that we're going to spend HUGE sums of money to rescue people who volunteered for the risk is unlikely to get a lot of political capital.

On the other side of the coin you have space stations. It's even easier to control oxygen on space stations but the population you can support is, for the foreseeable future, a tiny fraction of what you could support on Mars. You're not going to feel like the King of the World with less subjects than you have digits. A rescue mission would still be very expensive but a fraction of the cost to go to mars, so the will to launch a rescue mission is feasible. Worse, you can't be self supporting on a space station with currently ready to implement technology. The dependency on Earth manufacturing and resupply is essentially total and unavoidable. There both will be a resupply mission already planned if there are people up there - again reducing the still quite expensive costs - and it requires literally zero effort to starve a space station out. All you have to do is NOT send the resupply mission and the situation will get extremely dire aboard a space station. A King of the Station can't resist Earth because he is too close and too dependent. Musk would be able to keep power over essentially no one, only for as long as he maintained his influence over the powers that be on Earth. That doesn't make you King. It makes you a Marquis. Which isn't what Musk wants.

Even more on the down side, while initial manufacture and control is more doable for Mars (the essential problem is the profoundly difficult, costly, and long term shipping) once you get the stuff to Mars, it's also the same thinking as trading high-speed rail for an airtight hyper-loop. Yes, an airtight hyper-loop, if it COULD be built, is better than a high-speed rail train. But we CAN build high-speed rail right now with proven engineering and easy trade of already made to spec parts from the manufacturers who have already built and are currently maintaining working rail systems while the hyper-loop has to be made from scratch. It doesn't exist yet and there are meaningful problems that have to be figured out before one CAN be built. Same for Mars. There is no ship, currently manufactured, that can safely get to Mars. We have the tech to get there. But a working model has never been made. The more likely outcome is either that you get neither or that it is a total boondoggle because we can't solve all the difficulties in the real world instead of in principle. If we built a Mars spacecraft now, a likely outcome is a one way trip. Which also benefits Musk with probably no way to remove him from power. OR benefits him with the accumulation of wealth that he never actually has to spend. Getting a ship to Mars we have already done. Getting passengers to Mars alive and back... there are some gaps in what we know needs doing there.

The best way to develop life support, enabling two way trips, is building space stations where we can test long term survival and all the other things we need to get to Mars. If Musk really wanted interplanetary trade and a thriving multi-planet humanity, the most efficient and safe way would be to iterate space stations. It would take significantly less time and expense and allow for reliable tech increases. The same way we could improve a high speed train that we had. Like the hyperloop, it is more likely a way to stall progress so Musk can do something else. We don't build a train in favor of a loop, which never materializes, but the Tesla does, and there is more incentive to buy a car, any car, when public transportation is less available, especially when it is fundamentally unavailable because we haven't built any of it. There's much less political capital and social will for expanding public transportation because it doesn't exist in the first place and, now, because we waited on the hyperloop, it is years and fortunes away from a first build.

BUT there are extremely valuable endeavors that use the same physical technology as space travel.

An unmanned space miner - which Musk has already proven capable of transporting with launching his car at Mars - would allow Musk to obtain lots of wealth without all the pesky costs of innovation that sending a colony ship to mars would require. Once all you have to do is send a machine, the process becomes both simpler and much more tried and true. It would also make Musk a whole lot more money than sending PEOPLE to Mars. Just past Mars, long before getting to Jupiter, which we've already reached with unmanned probes, is more mineral wealth than exists on Earth. If Musk has the budget to get to Mars with people, he has the budget to bring precious metals back to Earth in amounts that will make his current wealth look like one of your paychecks. Nothing. He can essentially use the combination to simply import the kind of fortune that no one will ever be able to exceed. It is a much cleaner and more realistic plan to be King of the World if he simply has more money than the rest of the world combined. He doesn't have to conquer any worlds if he can just buy it from willing sellers.

Unfortunately, that is also a relatively good scenario.

The tech that has already been developed and which he can get a hold of quite easily with this kind of funding and control is more than sufficient to make him the most powerful arms dealer on the planet. The same tech that can get you to Mars can get you to anywhere on Earth the same way an ICBM can. The same energy outputs are sufficient to wreak untold damage on a target. He doesn't have to develop nuclear tech or obtain enriched Uranium. All he needs to do is launch a ship supposedly fueled for Mars and crash it on a site he dictates. Done intentionally, the physics works for him. There is no such thing as an unarmed space ship. A space ship is easier to use as a weapon than it is to use as a space ship. If Musk makes a tiny fleet of Mars ships, even if they can't do remotely what he says they can, they would be more than enough to make him the best armed individual of all time, with extremely few checks and balances. There is a reason we do our best to deorbit into the ocean. Launch a launch vehicle, spin it around in high orbit, and accelerate toward a target with the huge amounts of fuel that would be on board, accelerating past terminal velocity of the mass, and the result with even a relatively tiny ship would make a nuke look like a firecracker. Something the size of the old space shuttles would be sufficient to cause global climate disruption. On the plus side - after the earthquakes, hurricane force winds, and walls of fire - we wouldn't have to worry about global warming anymore. We'd settle nicely into the old 70's obsession of nuclear winter. Not even much radiation.

Is that a likely scenario? Well, I suppose it depends on how the next election goes. People would certainly try to stop him from using his space ships that way. But we're witnessing right now how much people are able to restrict his actions with all the power we've given him.

I will admit it is more likely that he would sell the ships to get more money and build better ships. He probably really does want to go to Mars. But getting Cohaagen's job is such an expensive endeavor that many a starry eyed politician before now has quietly dropped that hope and promise with the realization that they probably couldn't ever get people to agree to the necessary budget to successfully get living humans to Mars and back, let alone set up a trade route for a growing, thriving colony.

Musk can promise us the stars all he wants but he also likes being rich and somebody has to fork over that money. I do doubt it is going to be him. So expect your taxes to go up. And question heavily why he is so against a space station that already exists or new space stations that would let him test his tech MUCH more cheaply. Chances are pretty good he is lying and actually wants something else. At least at first.

And, you know, if the choice is watching the Earth get annihilated or laughing at Musk's shitty sense of humor on X, I think I would give in to that terrorist demand. Money can't buy love but enough money and existential threats to survival can make people fake it. Better not to give him an inch beyond what he has already got because he already has too much and can already do way too much damage. No, I don't think he wants to nuke the world right now. But when the rebels are closing in and he might go to jail for breaking the law (he has violated multiple constitutional clauses already) he might not be thinking at his clearest. He might decide that taking all of us with him has an ironic humor to it.

And by "recommends," they mean "posts on Twitter."

[acourtofthought]

Had Sarah proven to me on page why Elain and Lucien did not work, I would be fine with it. It's easy (for me personally) not to ship a ship where the author shows me how two people aren't right for one another but it's not as easy to do that when she gives two characters a super special mating bond, the thing that all fae hold in the highest regard, and just tells readers "Oh, but Elain said she doesn't want her mate regardless of never spending any real time with him and regardless of the fact that he is undeniably a really decent and hot guy who is set up to be a super powerful High Lord and treats her with nothing but respect".

What established readers is going to buy that unless it's found in fanfiction?

Sarah is not afraid to have the FMC explore the wrong guy before getting with the right one. She did it with Feyre. She did it with Aelin (twice). Hell, she even went back and wrote the TOG novellas showing Celaena and Sam's love though we knew it was doomed. So it's logical to wonder why, if she were going to write a rejected mates story, would she not show us valid reasons for the rejection? Why not give us the angst of Elain and Lucien sharing something only to have them walk away because it just wasn't meant to be? Anti's can step off with the misogynistic BS of "because Elain said she wasn't interested" which is NOT a valid argument when it comes to books and I think they know it. There is meant to be drama in fiction and characters are meant to change and grow as the story progresses. Sarah creating the Elucien mating bond only to never have them explore it before deciding whether they want to reject it would be a pointless storyline and she's a seasoned author who I should think would realize that. If she takes out pages and pages of banter (something she loves so much) because it doesn't add anything to the story, then there would be zero reason for her to keep in a mating bond that she never planned on doing anything with. If she wanted E/riel as endgame then she could have kept Graysen as Az and Elain's biggest obstacle (a fiance she loved and wanted to be with is plenty reason for E/riel to build a story on - it would have represented the difference between Elain's past life and the new life she was struggling to embrace). She could have taken Graysen out of the equation entirely, given Elain a mating bond with Lucien and had Elain getting to know Lucien in books 3 / 3.5 / 4 while simultaneously showing us how Lucien wasn't what Elain needed all while Az stood patiently in the wings being the one to support her every time Lucien let her down.

But that's not what Sarah did. Instead she has shown us how every other guy has failed Elain (Graysen, Az), while she refuses to get the know the one guy who has done nothing but what is best for her ever since their mating bond snapped despite her refusal to get to know him.

After reading so many romance / romantasy books, the setup is fairly easy to recognize and it's made even easier knowing Sarah's preferred tropes and style of writing. When it comes to romance, she is not a "tell" rather than show author, she does not shy away from a character falling in love with the wrong guy only for us to eventually understand who the right one always was. So no, it's really not enough for me to have to "take Elain's word for it" when it comes to her not wanting to ever get to know her mate. It's not enough for Sarah to give two characters what is considered a blessing in their world, only for it to be so easily discarded with absolutely no real exploration.

[ran-orimoto]

Hello greetings! Thanks for follow me! May i ask why do you like junpei-nisan and ship him with izumi-ne? Sorry f9r my rude and bad english..

Hello! Don’t worry about your english because first of all it is not bad; second, I’m not english myself so, honestly, who cares🤫. What matters the most is to understand each other, right?

I’ve recently written a little post about why I love Junpei so much:

But I guess I could tell so much more about the reason why I love Junpei. That post isn’t exhaustive at all ahaha.

For example, I could tell you about how much I love his personality being so flawed and going through a development that does happen in the background, but it’s still so beautiful. From seeing him starting off as a selfish, rude kid wanting the world to rotate around him, to observing him finding his role in the group, taking step backwards because of their sake (very ehw, but I admit it was written well from his perspective, at least).

As far as concerns Junzumi, the reasons are so many even when it comes to them. I used to ship Takumi (Takuya x Izumi) in the past, but I had never watched Frontier tbh. When I started my watching, my immediate liking on Junpei soon laced itself with a growing interest in the pair. Going beyond the fact I have got a soft spot for pairings in which a boy is so devoted to his crush, loves her so endlessly and would do anything to make her happy, I could make a little list about the main points making me like Junzumi so much.

• The main reason why I love it is that they are both lonely kids and they get constantly paired up at the beginning of Frontier because of this characteristic of theirs. They just deal with it in different ways, indeed, opposite ways: Junpei searches for friends so desperately he even sells himself, becomes a people pleaser, exchanges friendship for material stuff; Izumi has got no friends because she doesn’t want them, she doesn’t want to be treated as a special kid, being put at the center of attention (whereas Junpei DOES want to be the star of situations XD). Both also cope with this situation of theirs in different ways, almost specular, with Junpei feeling a void inside himself but trying repressing it, lying to himself, and Izumi being perfectly aware of her condition but not wanting to go deeper and looking for its root. What really makes this point (and couple) so special to me is that in some profiles about Junpei it’s stated he felt drawn by Izumi at first sight because he could perceive she was as lonely as him.

And I…I am a lonely person too, I must admit. I’m an only child like them and somehow I do relate to their need to have someone around themselves.

• They are the most well-developed duo in the whole Frontier and have got ton of potential because of their personalities clashing, but always finding a way to get along. They are…The Mum and Dad of the group, this is a certainty, but they are also great partners when they collaborate. They started off with Izumi not standing him, Junpei not knowing how to even conversate with her in a normal way. Yet, they soon learn to appreciate each other, unconsciously learn they can grow up thanks to each other. Who’s the first (indeed, only) member of the group Izumi opens up to, has got the best heart-to-heart with? Junpei. Who is the one for whom Junpei goes beyond his limits, understanding how important for him is to protect those he cares for? Izumi. Let’s also add Junpei gets interested in italian thanks to her, but this is something I have to add because of my endless love for this aspect of Junpei’s.

• They can be both a platonic and romantic relationship and, in my personal opinion, in a couple it’s so important to balance the two sides.

• Their personalities help me come up with thousand of ideas for them and it does matter for a creative person like me, I assure you. Imagining them older and applying those explosive personalities of theirs in a boyfriend/girlfriend or ,even funnier, husband/wife context is just everything to me. Junpei is the loyal, extremely devoted, affectionate, sometimes also wise husband pleasing his wife in the most disparate ways he could. There’s nothing he cares more about than seeing her happy and making her believe she’s the most beautiful, -inside and outside-, woman on Earth. Izumi is the wife liking teasing her husband, being so strict at certain moments, taking the reins of any situation and holding the scepter of the household. Yet, at the same time, she’s the most lovely companion of life, making husband feel the most desiderable man on Earth.

AND FEEDING HIM WITH BEST FOOD.

EHM, yes, moments in which you are flooded by emotions. Waves of emotions.

• They are Wind x Thunder, parts of tempests. Their elements also have got a special bond in one of the V-Pets.

• Their Digimon are both bugs in their adult forms and, Jesus Christ, consider me stupid, but I ship Fairymon and Blitzmon so hard too (especially after Blitzmon is revealed to be a simp for her in the 2019 drama).

These are some reasons. SOME, though, because there are ton of others. I…I would be banned from Tumblr because of the excessive length. Anyway! I hope I was clear and answered your question in the way you wanted. If you wanted to know something else about these topics or share your opinions, you’re welcome to do it💕 (just like you’re welcome in my blog from now on).

Thank you for the ask and have a good day🎶!

[kandismon]

totally lore-accurate swanqueen screencap redraws 4/∞

they're on their first date :3c