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CFWC Writer of the Month: the-pale-goddess

Each month CFWC highlights one of our talented fanfic writers, and this month’s writer of the month is @the-pale-goddess! We hope you will enjoy learning more about her and her work below! The writer is selected at random. More info can be found on the navigation page.

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1- When did you start playing Choices? What was the first book you played?

I downloaded Choices in an extremely terrifying moment of my life in late 2019. I was seeing the ads everywhere and thought that this game might serve as a fairly decent distraction. Well, I wasn’t wrong skfjksjfk

I’m not sure which one was actually the first, but it was either the default TRR or Save The Date promoted at that time.

2- When and why did you join Choices fandom?

My obsession with Open Heart and Ethan Ramsey tied nicely with the release of the second book in 2020. The lockdown allowed me to explore this fictional world further, so I started looking for more content. I found the legendary Denise, aka @justanotherrookie, while lurking on IG. That’s when my long-forgotten Tumblr account came to my mind, and I logged in with the intention of scrolling through the tags to satisfy my EJR thirst.

3- How did you pick your blog name?

Oh, dear…It’s very silly! My skin is extremely pale and I have always been obsessed with music; hence the combo.

Fun fact: this account is quite old (though still not as old as my tumbroke card; I had like three other accounts before this one), and I was slightly embarrassed to enter a new fandom with my dusty aesthetic blog signed by some ominous name, but decided to go with the flow. Then the-pale-goddess has become my brand, and it was too late for any changes–anyone who has changed their URL knows how problematic blogging is afterward.

4- Pull up the first post in your archive, and tell us about it!

My first fandom post was inspired by the frustrating ending of the softball chapter AND the first hiatus announcement…It didn’t age well. As we all know, Ethan & MC didn’t ‘talk about it.’ What’s more, we had to survive a long OH drought before PB decided to resume the second book.

Three years later, the very same shitpost is still the most popular Choices post on my silly little blog lol

5- How long have you been writing fanfiction?

3 years, fanfiction is my pandemic baby! Though I’ve been writing since I was a kid, it was mostly poetry and never in English. But as time passed, I got more occupied with my teenage life and eventually lost motivation to write. That old passion resurfaced several years later, at the beginning of the pandemic. Apart from the obvious need for distraction from the COVID situation, I was frustrated that my English skills were getting rusty, so I decided to dive in.

6- What is your favorite Choices book, and what is your favorite Choices book to write about?

No surprise here: Open Heart (the first book) and Open Heart 😂 I never tried writing about any other Choices book.

7- Share the first fanfic you wrote with us. Do you still like it, or would you change it if you were writing it today?

Miami Heat aka my smutty Miami AU. The concept is brilliant, but the execution…Yikes! I often think of rewriting the entire thing because the writing is amateur at best and my inner perfectionist cringes whenever I think of this mini-series.

8- What is your favorite fic that you’ve written?

It all depends on my mood, so here’s a list of my favorites!

9- Do you have a fic that you didn’t expect to be well received, but it was? What about one you expected to be but found could use a little more love?

Cabin Fever - apparently this 69 plotless smut is iconic for some reason? I don’t really get the hype. It has an insane amount of kudos on ao3, my other fics can’t compare lol

Burnt - Book 1 mutual pining E&T classic and one of my absolute favorites (we’re talking top 3); it could definitely use a little more love!

10- If you could write only angst, fluff, or smut for the rest of your writing life, which would it be and why?

I’ll shock you all and say that I wish I could write fluff for the rest of my life kjgkdgjkdf But since I suck at it, I’d love to be stuck with angst and a dash of smut.

It’s probably a sad thing to admit, but I feel the most comfortable while writing angst. The realism of pain and the emotions that follow are simply very familiar, and it’s easy for me to conjure up a creative image to match the idea. Besides, there’s so much to explore in the angsty realm: all the flavor, nuance, layers, and symbolism. The possibilities are endless!

Smut doesn’t need an explanation, does it? I live on the thirst street 🤡

11- Do you ever recognize yourself in any of your MCs or in your writing?

I do. That’s probably why Open Heart got me sucked right in–OH MC felt very real and relatable, I couldn’t help but see bits of myself in her. Though we share many traits and experiences, Tiffany definitely isn’t an extension of me. I poured my heart and soul into this woman, but she has become her own person and I try to avoid self-projecting into her character unless there’s a clear purpose.

12- What element of writing do you struggle with most?

Recently, I have been struggling with writing in general lol The internet is ruthless!

My biggest issue is that self-loathing perfectionist who doesn’t let me enjoy the process, nothing seems to be good enough for her, and that attitude dims my motivation and hinders creativity.

On a more technical note, I absolutely suck at describing basic movement. I could churn out a long essay on a character’s internal struggle explaining the most complex emotions or a 4K elaborate smut, but when it comes to finding the right words to portray the simplest action, like walking down the stairs or setting the scene for an early morning conversation at the hospital, I feel lost kdhdkhdkdb

13- Do you have any neglected work you really want to finish?

Pretty much all of my WIPs are neglected 🤡 But here are the most important projects I’m hoping to finish at some point in the not-too-distant future:

Home With You AU

Past, Present, Future

My Way Home Is Through You

14- If someone you know in real life (who isn’t involved in fandoms) asked to read your work, would you let them? If yes, what would you recommend they read first?

Since fanfic is based on an existing work of fiction, and the core plotlines and characters should be well-known to the readers, I guess it could be a tedious and confusing read for someone who isn’t involved in the fandom. But then I have received comments from people unfamiliar with OH who have stumbled upon my fics and gave them a chance, so maybe I’m wrong lol

I like to think that I would be okay with sharing my works with someone I know and trust in real life, but let’s be honest: my crippling anxiety would stop me ksjfkjssd However, if I were to pick a fic rec, I’d choose Heaven Upside Down AU because it doesn’t need an extensive OH knowledge. Plus, I’m very proud of this series.

15 - Are there any writers (published authors and/or fanfic writers) who influenced your writing?

While I try to keep my writing style unique and simply mine, there are three lovely ladies who had a huge impact on my writing journey:

@writinghereandthere (aka an actual genius and my writing role model) was the direct source of inspiration behind my fanfic revelation. I fell in love with Ethan and Mariana, Ana’s beautiful prose, her wit, unparalleled talent, and fantastic characterization. Her writing changed the trajectory of my life. Though she left the fandom long ago, her masterlist is a must-read for everyone, trust me! (Ana, if you’re reading this: I miss you more than words can convey. Sorry for the spam I leave in your inbox every now and then skgjksgjk Hope to hear about your original work soon ❤️)

@starrystarrytrouble & @terrm9 - these two literary geniuses have inspired me to follow my own writing path and develop a distinctive style. Their masterpieces offer poetic, raw emotions, encouraging me to allow myself more creative freedom. I’m in constant awe of their unmatched talent and come back to their works whenever I want to feel things ❤️

16- Which one of your stories would you most like to see as a movie/series?

Can I have all of them, please?

I would pay all my money to watch a TV series based on my canon OH plotline…I’m not kidding, I even made a bunch of Netflix edits because I need it in my life. On the other hand, my precious AUs would look amazing on the big screen! The most scrumptious one still hasn’t left my head though, so you have to trust me–the cinematic potential is truly there kdgjkdgjk 17- Do you write original fiction?

I have a few ideas, but they’re so complex I’m stuck on the outlining phase. Mayhaps one day?

18 - What other hobbies do you have?

I’m a certified music freak and a cinephile. I practice destroying male egos on a daily basis. I love photography, niche sports, playing with my dog, lifting people’s moods, random unhinged facts, and ignoring reality, and I have just entered my skincare expert era.

19 - What’s your favorite emoji?

🥰 + ✨ + 💀

These three emojis perfectly encapsulate who I am as a person, I think: full of love and magic, but also dead inside ksjgksjgks

20: BONUS - tell us anything you’d like (if you want to)

I’d like to thank our lovely admins for giving me this exciting opportunity to ramble about my tiny corner on this hellsite and showcase my word vomit. My heart is full of gratitude! I may not be as active as I used to be, and real life doesn’t allow me to change that, but our fandom will always have a special place in my heart, and I feel very lucky to be a part of this community. Thank you for still putting up with me and supporting my fictional world ❤️❤️❤️

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wicked-jade · 2 months ago

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Tagged by @vimesbootstheory, thank you, dear! 🥰

Rules: You will be given a word. Share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that start with each letter of that word. My word was FUEL.

F: From the next chapter of 'Karate DILF'. Anthony and Johnny finally get a moment.

“For the pizza, dipshit. If you have any left, you should fry it up and add it to the prosciutto pizza you’re making for dad. Don’t get me wrong, your first attempt was good, but it was missing something. And everything’s better with bacon.”

Dumbfounded by the boy’s sudden desire to be helpful, Johnny stared blankly at him for a few more beats before narrowing his eyes in suspicion.

“Thought you refused to be part of this farce. Why are you helping me now?”

“Whoever cooks doesn’t do the dishes,” Anthony explained slowly, like he was speaking to a five-year-old. “House rules.”

“Not what I meant.”

U: I had a lot of problems finding sentences that started with a 'U'. Could've sworn I used the word 'unfortunately' a lot more than this. 😂 Anyway, I had to dig deep into the ol' WIP pile. Here's a snippet from my long-forgotten vampire fic, 'I Ain't Evil (I'm Just Good Lookin').' In this scene, Daniel is have having trouble coming to terms with Johnny being a vampire.

Underneath those soft, threadbare flannels Johnny was all rough edges, not a cultured bone in his body. He wasn’t smooth or particularly stealthy. And he sure as hell didn’t live in a castle. It was hard to imagine him guzzling anything besides his beloved Coors Banquet, needless to say blood.

He couldn’t even get the man to eat raw fish.

And that was another thing. He’d seen Johnny eat and drink! Usually it was absolute garbage, but still… Vampires couldn’t do that, right? Daniel let his eyes roam over Johnny’s weathered skin and sun-kissed hair. It was graying at the temples, just like his own. Silver claimed it’d been two decades, but Johnny had aged. Every year and hardship was carved into his ruggedly handsome face.

“You can’t be a…” Daniel shook his head, lip caught between his teeth. He still couldn’t bring himself to say the word, even if he was thinking it. It was too preposterous. “You can’t! I’ve seen you in the sunlight! Both of you! We train outdoors, for god’s sake!” he pleaded, voice high-pitched, edged with hysteria.

E: 'E' is for Eli, lol. This snippet is from the long-delayed next chapter of 'Delinquent Valley High':

Eli flipped the book open to the flagged page. He stared blankly at it for a good 20 seconds before he finally realized just who and what he was seeing. His eyes widened in shock.

“Is that…”

“Uh huh,” Robby said, fighting back a smirk.

“No way!” Eli cackled. “That can’t seriously be Sensei Lawrence?”

“Why not?” Robby asked, innocently slurping at his milkshake.

“Because this kid’s… he’s, well, he’s a –”

“Dork?” Robby helpfully supplied. “A dweeb? A total fucking nerd?”

“Actually, I was gonna say he’s a dead ringer for Bert,” Eli said, tilting his head as he squinted at the page. “A taller, blonder Bert.”

L: And this one's from 'Heroes in a Half Shell.' It's a Halloween fic I've been talking about since last year but haven't posted yet. For some context, it's an AU where Johnny is the one raising Robby.

"Like, there probably aren’t any Ninja Turtles left. And if there are, they probably won’t be your size. Maybe if we wait and go to next year’s carnival, I can get you a really badass costume so you can win that contest. How about that?”

Robby looked at him like he’d grown a second head. “But I don’t care about winning. I just wanna go.”

It took all of Johnny’s willpower to not roll his one good eye. Jesus. Didn’t care about winning? Sometimes he really wondered if this kid was even his. Sure, he had the DNA test results to prove it, but those things could be faked, right?

They did it all the time on Days of our Lives.

Thanks again for tagging me! I'm gonna tag @desolateice and @phoomwhoosh and @newlacesleeves and anybody else who wants to play! No pressure, though! Your word is FIRE.

#wip ask game

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jadelotusflower · 1 year ago

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Stargate rewatch: 1x14 Singularity

lol, we just love to go to other planets and putting up signs announcing our presence.

Daniel sneezes! So we haven’t forgotten his allergies entirely.

Throughout the show, each member of SG-1 will get at least one Emotional Support Child. This is Sam’s.

However Teal’c is the first contact with Cassandra as he’s sans hazmat suit - I love how gentle he is with her. We only got a glimpse of him with Rya’c in a tense situation, this gives us a better idea of what he’s like as a father.

We know from Cold Lazarus that Sam is an Aunt, and she does have a sweet Auntie vibe in the scenes with Casandra which becomes more maternal as the episode progresses.

I think this is the first time the element the Stargate is made from is identified as naquadah.

Daniel isn’t wearing his glasses in the briefing - I wonder if Michael Shanks got sick of wearing them all the time or the director didn’t want to bother trying to avoid the lights reflecting in them. Perhaps both.

This time it was Mario Azzopardi, who also directed the pilot and several other season 1 episodes.

Not an issue here, since the reflection comes from an onscreen light source.

I do love these kind of shots!

Oh hey, head of surgery Dr Warner is back, nice continuity.

Daniel also had a coffee cup - I don’t know if this is the first one in a while or if I’ve just been forgetting to look.

It’s another episode on the heels of Hathor where Sam is The Girl, but much more successful as there’s actually some character work going on.

Daniel outside reading a book waiting for Sam is very sweet, but he uses a piece of paper to mark his place instead of a bookmark like an absolute savage.

Sam: “I just - I want to do this” Daniel: “Okay. But I guess what I’m saying is that you don’t have to do this alone.” Their friendship!

The first season is full of randos in the briefing room.

Our first mention of Nirrti, although identified as male by Teal’c - whether he was wrong or at one point Nirrti had a male host is undetermined.

Nirrta is a Hindu deity that is either male or female depending on the scripture. The name is derived from the Sanskrit Nirrti which means decay, and is probably why they were chosen for this episode.

Sam feeling she needs to be detached because of her military training 🥺

What was that post about traditional tv framing having everyone stand unrealistically close to fit into smaller screens? Exhibit A right here.

“In fact the decision is quite easy - the consequences are what’s difficult.” Great Hammond line.

Gut wrenching performance by Amanda Tapping. Also Katie Stuart as Cassandra - she knows exactly what’s happening when Sam leaves her in the bunker, red tag of death still attached to her clothes.

Sam guesses that the bomb isn’t going to go off, but ultimately she goes back down because she made a promise to Casandra not to leave her, and couldn’t live with herself if she broke it.

In Thor's Hammer, Daniel asked Sam if she'd ever had a feeling that made no logical sense but turned out to be right - this isn't quite that since Sam did have a reason to believe the bomb wouldn't go off, but this the start of Sam starting to trust her instinct and made big logical leaps that inexplicably pay off.

This will get her into trouble later on as risks don’t always pay off, but will also allow her to make incredible achievements and snap victory from the jaws of defeat more than once.

Compare Sam in CotG, skeptical of Daniel's claim that the Stargate was part of a network because they’d run permutations with no result, to here where she has an idea but trusts her gut that it’s right, not necessarily the evidence.

Cassandra’s cover story about being from Toronto is funny seeing as the Stargate universe is basically Space Canada.

My last three brain cells.

#stargate sg-1 #stargate rewatch #1x14 singularity #sam carter #jlf watches stargate

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horizon-verizon · 2 years ago

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What word would you use to describe a 50 year old man having the relationship described Daemon had with Nettles a 16 year old girl? Please enlighten me and give me the correct word?? It is appealing to you?? Cute?? Lovely?? Not creepy for you,then what? An old man giving expensive gifts,spending 24 hours,living,bathing,sleeping near each other?? Just give me the correct word please…

(Pt.2) "Oh and it’s the first time I’ve written to you, your long post popped in Nettles tag, so I don’t know what to tell you about a Swan Song lol"

Actually Answering your Non-Question (For the Last Time) About Nettles and Daemon

Anon is also referring to these quotes in Fire and Blood:

Mushroom would have us believe it was not. By the dwarf’s account, Daemon Targaryen had come to love the small brown bastard girl, and had taken her into his bed.

("Rhaenyra Triumphant”)

AND

Prince Daemon took eagerly to the work of the gold cloaks, and oft prowled the alleys of King’s Landing with his men. That he made the city more orderly no man could doubt, but his discipline was a brutal one. He delighted in cutting off the hands of pickpockets, gelding rapists, and slitting the noses of thieves, and slew three men in street brawls during his first year as commander. Before long, the prince was well-known in all the low places of King’s Landing. He became a familiar sight in wine sinks (where he drank for free) and gambling pits (where he always left with more coin than when he entered). Though he sampled countless whores in the city’s brothels, and was said to have an especial fondness for deflowering maidens, a certain Lysene dancing girl soon became his favorite. Mysaria was the name she went by, though her rivals and enemies called her Misery, the White Worm.

("A Question of Succession”)

AND

How much credence can we give the fool’s testimony? Nettles was no more than ten-and-seven, Prince Daemon nine-and-forty, yet the power young maidens exert over older men is well-known. Daemon Targaryen was not a faithful consort to the queen, we know. Even our normally reticent Septon Eustace writes of his nightly visits to Lady Mysaria, whose bed he oft shared whilst at court...with the queen’s blessing, purportedly. Nor should it be forgotten that during his youth, every brothel keeper in King’s Landing knew that Lord Flea Bottom took an especial delight in maidens, and kept aside the youngest, prettiest, and more innocent of their new girls for him to deflower.

("Rhaenyra Triumphant”)

So we have Septon Eustace convincing Gyldayn through Daemon already sleeping with Mysaria and being unfaithful (a claim that I do not take stock in). And we have Daemon’s past and the brothel keepers reporting/knowing about him looking for young virgin girls to have sex with for the sake of “removing” their virginity. Gyldayn & most people who are not thinking about Daemon & Rhaenyra's relationship as more respectful as it was have thought these two things are enough to let us think that Daemon definitely slept w/Nettles.

However:

Rhaenyra & Daemon had 10 long years together w/o any reported sightings of Daemon cheating on her while they lived on Dragonstone, & their first child, Aegon, was most definitely conceived not even 5 months after BOTH their lovers and spouse died in 120 A.C.

Daemon made the plan to avenge Luke, who though was not his bio son, he took as his son as Rhaenyra took his daughters as her own.

We never see or hear of him trying to overrule her decisions on either Dragonstone or out of it until the very end regarding Nettles, and with her age that's most likely either because he got to know her as a "pupil" trying to learn more about how she could ride a dragon OR she was his actual bio daughter. how could he kill his own daughter, after living as a father for years and seeing how alike Nettes was to at least Baela, even close in age?

And we know this bc from what we see of all--including the Velaryon boys...we have reports of them having a rivalry with Alicent's sons, so if they actually were distant or had a contentious relationship w/their stepfather AND with the greens trying to have any advantage over the blacks with their rumor-mongering, we'd hear any inkling about it--their kids, there were no negative feelings towards either her or Daemon.

Daemon is the one to suggest they send out letters to various lords against Rhaenys' saying they should attack the greens and supporting Rhaenyra's protest against them endangering her sons, who'd be the ones fighting in those dragon battles.

Instead of running away from Westeros with Nettles when he could have, he decided to kill Aemond and went knowingly to his death to take out one of his wife's biggest enemies and threats.

Mysaria conspired against him; if he was truly her lover after they landed in KL, why would she do this, especially when she had all to gain in the blacks' victory?

No, Daemon not only loved Rhaenyra, he regarded her highly.

We remember that Fire and Blood is Watsonian-ly written by another maester, Gyldayn. He uses biased perspectives of a Septon, an attention-seeking, creepy jester, a few written or vocal royal decrees and documents (so more objective), two maesters, as well as various unnamed persons for the Dance account. Thus esp the Dance is written with an unreliable narrator(s). And we learn that the entire work is a frame narrative, where one story is in another story, and sometimes that second story is in another story. Some frame narratives have an in-universe narrator actively writing the story being told. The benefit of a frame narrative is that the real-life writer (GRRM) can use it to create a voice that exists outside the confines of the story while still being its own and giving additional context or different views.

But because of this distinction, we also have to judge how the author/narrator writes or relates details: what language and sources they use and the language the sources use and the placement of those sources’ words [diction: vocab and syntax] (and not just throw him away entirely without reasoning why he’s wrong).

The first problem here is that the person, or “voice”, writing Fire and Blood is a maester and Maester Gyldayn is highly prejudiced.

Again, this doesn’t mean that he’s totally wrong or incredible and we should throw out Fire and Blood entirely (otherwise, why are reading it? why write it?). It just means we have to analyze how he tells us the story and frames the events/sources in his written history.

Maesters are men and humans subject to scrutiny. While they are the knowledge gatherers, recorders, and keepers, they still have their cultural biases. They are also men who have never felt as compelled to accommodate for a female perspective because they are always men, serve male rulers, report to men, and have deep ties w/the Hightowers and the Faith. The same Hightower who have paid for much of their projects and patronized them. And this is a society that prioritizes the lord/man’s power over how that abuse of power affects women and children who aren’t useful for these men maintaining and/or gaining power.

Therefore, the maesters themselves will write more details towards men and give them more grace (like what Gyldayn does with Rogar Baratheon) than they would by women who act or look outside of gender norms.

This all matters for what I will bring up in Point “C”.

Gyldayn often uses Rhaenyra’s weight against her and is often very willing to let her looks or unconventional actions color the morality of the written history, while he doesn't ponder over details like how Ser Arryk could ever have caught Rhaenyra and Daemon at all, since Ser Arryk was never responsible for Rhaenyra like Criston was. Or how Arryk should not have been able to just barge into her or Daemon’s room.

The sources cited for Nettles and Daemon’s relationship are two: Mushroom and Maester Norren’s writings of what he said servants said and saw. He and these servants served the Lord of the Maidenpool, who hosted Daemon and Nettles during their stop for pursuing Aemond.

The second problem here, anon, is that Mushroom was used as the primary and foundational credible source.

Meanwhile:

Mushroom is already prone to provide ribald, exaggerated, or very likely tales to promote himself

he wasn’t there at Maidenpool to witness Daemon and Rhaenyra, so how could he know anything?

Whenever Mushroom is ever brought up as a source for an implication or for Gyldayn’s arguments, we must always weigh the context, the language Mushroom is using, how he involves himself in events (like how he says he was there when Harwin and Rhaenyra had sex and even joined them) think about where he was to see if there is reason to believe he actually witnessed said events.

The third problem is how Gyldayn used Maester Norren.

Unlike Mushroom or Septon Eustace, Maester Norren would have less of an emotional connection and personal history with Daemon, so you’d think at first that his distance immediately disqualifies him from being unreliable. Maester Norren would be more objective.

Maester Norren says that:

“the prince and his bastard girl” supped together every night, broke their fast together every morning, slept in adjoining bedchambers, that the prince “doted upon the brown girl as a man might dote upon his daughter,” instructing her in “common courtesies” and how to dress and sit and brush her hair, that he made gifts to her of “an ivory-handled hairbrush, a silvered looking glass, a cloak of rich brown velvet bordered in satin, a pair of riding boots of leather soft as butter.” The prince taught the girl to wash, Norren says, and the maidservants who fetched their bath water said he oft shared a tub with her, “soaping her back or washing the dragon stink from her hair, both of them as naked as their namedays.”

Now anon, while Daemon is told to be naked in baths with Nettles, it’s very clear that his interactions with her resembled a fatherly or mentor-ly one. Daemon had to teach Nettle to do things she either never was able to do or that she could only do occasionally. And he gave her practical gifts that were more ornate and not previously within Nettles’ reach before she joined the blacks, all of them being tools for grooming and protecting one’s skin. It never gets more than that. This indicates that off all the time they spent together, Daemon and Nettles platonically bonded.

It’s also unlikely that a person would be sexually attracted to another person they had to teach to clean themselves.

That he says that the maidservants "oft" saw him naked with her as he washed her is not Norren himself saying that Daemon and Nettles banged, but that the maidservants thought Daemon and Nettles weird.

And what exactly is "oft"? Once, twice? Norren doesn’t specify.

Once or twice would be enough for Nettles to learn how to clean herself, but it would take only one time for rumors to spread around. The sight would be alarming to commonborn women and girls taught to not be too close to royal/noble men in fear of getting the wrong lords’ attention (Aegon II).

Yet Gyldayn doesn’t take that into account, despite him saying this:

None of this constitutes proof that Daemon Targaryen had carnal knowledge of the bastard girl, but in light of what followed we must surely judge that more likely than most of Mushroom’s tales. Yet however these dragonriders spent their nights, it is a certainty that their days were spent prowling the skies, hunting after Prince Aemond and Vhagar without success.

while before he went on about how Nettles definitely wasn’t a virgin as a way of arguing that Daemon could be attracted to her..

Which doesn’t help the Daemon-just-loved-virgins-or-Nettles idea at all, since Daemon seemed happy with not-virgin Rhaenyra for years, who by that point had not been a virgin for years (once again, there is no evidence or suggestion of them not being happy together at Dragonstone).

So virginity was attractive to young Daemon in the context of sex, but it wasn’t essential to Daemon--past and present. Sex doesn’t equal love.

Especially since Gyldayn immediately puts Norren’s writings after Mushroom’s assertion, which makes it as if Mushroom’s account is more credible.

But remember---Mushroom was never there! So why does Gyldayn think that this placement was valid?

This shows that Gyldayn believes that they had some sexual liaison, despite him trying to use Nettles’ nonvirginity to devil’s advocate the scenario of Daemon not sleeping with Nettles.

I think another reason why you’re adamant about Daemon and Nettles is that it mirrors the accusation Daemon is once again in the position of “teaching” a young girl in an intimate setting and in physically intimate ways. Alarm bells rang for you here.

Back when Daemon came back from the Stepstones for the first time and Rhaenyra was 14-15, Mushroom tells us that Daemon “taught” Rhaenyra sexual tricks so she could entice Criston Cole. Mushroom tells us that Daemon and Rhaenyra were then repeatedly intimate with her:

He began by giving her kissing lessons, if Mushroom can be believed. From there the prince went on to show his niece how best to touch a man to bring him pleasure, an exercise that sometimes involved Mushroom himself and his alleged enormous member. Daemon taught the girl to disrobe enticingly, suckled at her teats to make them larger and more sensitive, and flew with her on dragonback to lonely rocks in Blackwater Bay, where they could disport naked all day unobserved, and the princess could practice the art of pleasuring a man with her mouth. At night he would smuggle her from her rooms dressed as a page boy and take her secretly to brothels on the Street of Silk, where the princess could observe men and women in the act of love and learn more of these “womanly arts” from the harlots of King’s Landing.

Just how long these lessons continued Mushroom does not say, but unlike Septon Eustace, he insists that Princess Rhaenyra remained a maiden, for she wished to preserve her innocence as a gift for her beloved. But when at last she approached her white knight, using all she had learned, Ser Criston was horrified and spurned her. The whole tale soon came out, in no small part thanks to Mushroom himself. King Viserys at first refused to believe a word of it, until Prince Daemon confirmed the tale was true. “Give the girl to me to wife,” he purportedly told his brother. “Who else would take her now?” Instead King Viserys sent him into exile, never to return to the Seven Kingdoms on pain of death. (Lord Strong, the King’s Hand, argued that the prince should be put to death immediately as a traitor, but Septon Eustace reminded His Grace that no man is as accursed as the kinslayer.)

While it's definitely possible that they touched each other in some way, that they at least flirted more, OR that Daemon courted her, the luridness and exaggeration of them having oral sex needs to be approached skeptically. Especially when Mushroom's trying to say that Rhaenyra was only after Daemon for Criston Cole, when the later accounts of her break with Criston Cole BOTH imply she never slept with him and whatever happened occurred after she's pressured into marrying Laenor. If she did approach him for sex, it'd be bc of this pressure and she wanted to feel desired, not necessarily bc she loved Criston more than Daemon/Criston was just there and available (show-like). If it wen like Septon/ Eustace said, then she never approached Criston at all and her childhood crush likely fizzled out and she only wanted Criston as her devoted guard to follow her into her married life. And "old" into her "new".

Mushroom:

was not there on the “lonely rocks in Blackwater Bay” to see Daemon and Rhaenyra do sexual things

asserts that he was there to join Daemon in doing sexual acts with Rhaenyra

again mentions how big his own penis is

wasn’t there to see Rhaenyra and Daemon together in the Street of Silk, as he tries to assert--therefore, did he really see them together doing stuff and watching the whores?

credits himself for revealing Daemon’s involvement with Rhaenyra

All of this is to say, again, that the specific accusation of Daemon “teaching” Rhaenyra sexually cannot be held at face value. Mushroom is trying to make himself seem much more important than he actually is. And he's trying to imagine Rhaenyra in any sexual capacity, revealing his own obsession with her.

Again, it doesn’t mean that Daemon and Rhaenyra definitely didn’t at least kiss or get into some touching at all. But it does explain (to me) why you feel so strongly that Daemon would use “teaching” to be sexually close to Nettles.

[EDIT: upcoming -- bad logic, removed paragraphs]

You already believe that Daemon is a groomer and pedophile and as a groomer/pedo, Rhaenyra is just a victim to his manipulation and is totally helpless under the psychological harm he performed against her. Thus she cannot think or reason properly enough against Criston maybe or thought her own husband was more trustworthy than he was. However, that's simply not true for the facts we're presented and the stuff in b/t the lines.

As a 14-15-year-old royal/noble female person in ASoIaF, Rhaenyra has already come to her marriageable age because she would have had her period for years by that point. Even if Daemon didn’t exist, this would be true. She would have been already taking in suitors and like many other girls and women, she would have married before she turned 18. (And she marries Laenor when she’s 17). She absolutely knows this and she understands the implications for her, the female heir, specifically, and despite her probably being a bit more naive bc of how noble girls are kept separate from sexual matter--the higher ranked, the more sequestered and kept "pure"--and with Daemon gone, Laenor gay, etc., she understands that she is severely sexually limited. Her chances of having trustworthy people to have intimacy with are also extremely limited. which means she is also accommodating her options in lovers and impatient to have one. Can we blame her, when it's possible that she would have been married to an too-older man (Laenor was doomed by the narrative)?

Daemon did not prey on Rhaenyra and he never evidentially went against her authority until the end. Again, anon, he disobeyed her while killing one of her worst and biggest enemies--Aemond.

It is this last part (Aemond being killed) where people who ship them (or accept that they loved each other or that their relationship at least had no abuse in it) that people muse over how Daemon acts romantically or “good”.

A swan’s song is a phrase to mean a person's final deeds or words right before they depart or disappear from the public eye. However, since you seem willing to continue to not-debate with me, I now assume that you’re hunting instead.

EDIT #1

This POST by @the-king-andthe-lionheart also goes into more contextual detail as to why Daemon and Nettles would be sleeping in the same bed if they did and why they would be sharing a bathtub. Basically, there is historical precedent for meideval peope wahing in cmmunal baths. Privacy is not the same in the meidval world as today.

#daemon and nettles #asoiaf asks to me #nettles' characterization #daemon's characterization #mysaria's characterization #mysaria and daemon #rhaenyra and daemon #unreliable narrator #fire and blood comment #fire and blood characters #fire and blood #asoiaf #mysaria #nettles #rhaenyra targaryen #gyldayn #maester gyldayn

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mayahawkins · 6 months ago

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Girl tumblr IS your journal. It's fine, it's all our journal. This site holds our deepest privatest secrets and we wouldn't have it any other way

that is so true bestie thank u 🫶 i was just spiralling a bit bc i was scrolling through my personal tag and had forgotten how depressed i’ve been on and off over the last decade and it just kinda hit me that i literally have spilled my guts on here so often but it’s whatever, i don’t actually care that much, i’m not about to delete posts (though i will make them unrebloggable lol)

#ask #anon #thank u for the reassurance though genuinely

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moonflower-rose · 2 years ago

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I posted 951 times in 2022

37 posts created (4%)

914 posts reblogged (96%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@everythingfox

@onbeinganangel

@but-the-library-of-alexandria

@alltoowell-blog

@onemadeofglass

I tagged 58 of my posts in 2022

#rosie answers - 13 posts

#my asks - 12 posts

#fanfic ask game - 6 posts

#drarry - 3 posts

#jason momoa - 3 posts

#my fic - 2 posts

#lamen - 2 posts

#curators on tumblr - 2 posts

#that ass - 2 posts

#god damn - 2 posts

Longest Tag: 103 characters

#and i absolutely can smell specific things like ploughed earth and oncoming rain and wet cement and hay

My Top Posts in 2022:

Ugh you’re back

22 notes - Posted August 18, 2022

I’ve forgotten how to do any tumbling, but hello strangers, I made this:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/41093517

36 notes - Posted August 18, 2022

Do you have to be so rude? I'm not the person who asked for recommendation, lol. I was just curious about sitp-recs opinion on the matter. You just insulted two people for literally no reason. Are you okay?

Lol mate are you? I do indeed need to be rude, I really do. And my care factor for whether anons get insulted by it is immeasurably small.

People who use the various anonymous features of various platforms to be dicks to other people are the ones who are the dicks, you see.

If we all meekly say nothing about it, we’re kind of saying that behaviour is fine and normal, and that we accept it. So the people who do it keep doing it from behind their invisibility cloaks and experience no consequences, while the people receiving the asks (and other forms of anonymous message) who generally are just trying to live their lives and create things to be shared and enjoyed by their community, continue being hassled and miserable, and feel undermined and lose their confidence.

I could have just sent that whole rant of mine as my own anon ask and @sitp-recs may or may not have answered it, and had a go without the shield to protect me from attracting the attention of people like, well 👀…but I prefer to put my name to my opinions. You know, unlike, well 👀

This next bit isn’t really for you, because I suspect you know all this and you just get a thrill from doing the anon thing and you won’t really absorb anything, so just cover your invisible eyes or something.

For the others reading: some of us laugh and post ‘rude’ rants about stuff like this and it doesn’t affect our confidence etc, but how many times have we seen nasty asks on our feeds, answered by some poor person who needed fandom to be a place of solace, maybe be the only place they can really express themselves in the way they want to…and then some cockwomble comes along to give them a hard time about whose penis goes where or whether they’ve interpreted a character with a different racial background than is usually depicted, or any number of choices they made in the thing they created for free in their leisure time, whether fic or art or a rec list? ‘Why didn’t you include THIS fic’ or ‘why did you make Harry shorter than Draco’ or ‘why did you make it so dark because I hate dark!’ Again I ask these entitled anons, why do you think you’re entitled to anything from any fandom creator when you’re not paying? There’s no contract for services rendered here.

Or maybe that person is, I don’t know, trying to enjoy a game where people ask them what they like from a proforma list of questions that everyone and their auntie is playing, and they simply answer honestly that they don’t enjoy the specific trope - let’s say, fluffy established relationship fic or ‘innocent and soft’ so-and-so - very much. They’re just trying to enjoy interacting with their fellow fans. And someone comes along and tells them that what they enjoy is RUDE! And WRONG! And up for DEBATE. And then it happens dozens and dozens of times a week, for people with large followings, and absolutely sucks the joy out of being part of fandom. And those poor buggers start to feel like maybe they’ll just stop doing rec lists or posting art anymore, or will stop writing for that fandom and focus more on another one they’ve been getting into. Now the anons have spoiled it for the creator and their devoted audience. All because some folks want to be able to be dicks without suffering any consequences.

Does that sound enjoyable? Maybe you like it, I don’t know your life. You’re hiding behind your invisibility cloak, so I never will. But I suspect you don’t because you also came all the way over to whinge to me about it, that you didn’t like what I said and you found me rude. If you’re not really the person who asked for the rec (insert ‘sure jan’ gif here) then you’re someone who took an opportunity to have a little jab when there would be no direct consequences for you.

Let’s pretend I believe you asked in good faith. You could have gone off anon and just privately asked. You could have stayed on anon and said ‘hey about your prior answer, I’m curious as to whether you feel a sweet and innocent character can ever be complex and flawed as well?’ Or something to that effect. But that’s not what you did. If you didn’t mean it to come off as a challenge to defend rather than being interested in exploring more in conversation, then here is a handy lesson for you! Communicating intent is the responsibility of the sender of the message! That’s what tone of voice and body language is all about! And when those things are absent, it’s on you to try harder to convey those things! And you didn’t nail it this time.

Anyway mate, why do you care what I think? I just follow @sitp-recs likes thousands of other people. Let it go! Nobody knows it was about you anyway.

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I wrote this for @hd-erised 2021!

The softest thing I think I’ve ever written?

66 notes - Posted January 8, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Inbound rant, coming in hot

Listen.

You people who send anons to harass and provoke.

It’s time to have a good, hard look at yourselves. I know you won’t, but it’s time you did.

There is absolutely no point in wasting precious energy explaining why there is no correct top/bottom configuration, or that, in fact, penetration is not actually necessary for a ship to be valid. Because you already know that. You’re aware.

It’s pointless to mount a defense of preferences that people may have as readers or writers. BECAUSE YOU ALREADY KNOW.

If you and I are both walking down a street, and I’m wearing something that you don’t like to wear, or that you don’t like the colour of, or that you think is an unflattering look on me, and you stop to tell me ‘hey I hate cargo pants and I’m offended that I have to look at you wearing them’ - YOU are an asshole. Nobody but other assholes would argue that you’re not.

If I open a shop that sells only crab cakes, and you don’t like crab cakes, and you come into my shop again and again to shout at me that you don’t like crab cakes and the mere existence of my crab cake shop sends a message that all other cuisines can go fuck themselves and causes trauma to those people who prefer boiled rice - YOU ARE THE ASSHOLE. And also, a fucking idiot. Why are you in my shop? Please go somewhere else! The boiled rice shop is literally right next door.

PLEASE GATHER UP WHAT WITS YOU HAVE, CLUTCH THEM GENTLY TO YOUR CHEST, AND LEARN HOW TO COPE WITH OTHER PEOPLE LIKING THINGS YOU DON’T LIKE. TAKE YOUR LOVELY PRECIOUS WITS AND GO ENJOY THEM IN PLACES THAT MAKE YOU FEEL GOOD. DON’T DROP THEM ALL OVER THE PLACE WHILE SENDING BULLSHIT ANON MESSAGES, BECAUSE SOON YOU’LL HAVE NONE LEFT AND SADLY I THINK YOUR ABILITY TO MAKE MORE IS BROKEN.

Mummy and Daddy and your nonbinary godparent are in the bar having a well deserved cocktail, it’s time for good kiddies to stay in the ballpit where you can scream and howl and run around with other kiddies to your hearts content. We can both enjoy our own fandom spaces in our own ways. Sorry not sorry if you don’t like the way I’ve infantalised you, I could have said we’re enjoying a cocktail at the crab cake shop and you’re enjoying a lovely hot bowl of boiled rice at the boiled rice shop, however since this category of anons insists on acting like fucking toddlers, you’re in the ballpit. Hope nobody pissed in it. Unless you’re into that.

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alpacaparkaseok · 3 years ago

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The Girl Next Door

Jimin can’t keep his eyes off of the girl working the festival stall right next to him. Not that you want him to, of course.

mascot!Jimin x reader (he’s literally a Chimmy mascot lol)

warnings/tags: fluffy fluff

word count: 1k

a/n: thanks for the fun request! a picture of your request will be at the bottom of the post.

It’s the fifth and final day of the Flower Festival in Ilsan, and you’re not blind to the fact that an adorable dog-mascot has been loitering near your stall throughout the five-day festival.

It’s kind of cute.

...kind of creepy, too.

You smile warmly at the shy toddler waiting for her cotton candy, reveling in the way her eyes widen as you twist and pull the cotton candy for her. She half-hides behind her mother, who chuckles and tries to distract her with the adorable puppy mascot lingering nearby.

“Look Charlotte!” The mother coos, pointing at the yellow dog. “It’s a puppy! Don’t you want to say hello?”

Charlotte thinks that’s a horrible idea, as she promptly dissolves into tears. You hurry to give her her cotton candy, which does a little to subside her sobbing as she hiccups and munches away on the pink cloud. The mother pays you, offering a grateful smile as she scoops her child up and whisks her away.

For the time being, it’s just you and the dog.

“You know,” you drawl, “you really have a way with kids.”

You swear you hear an offended gasp from inside the giant yellow head, but it’s too muffled to tell. With careful steps (probably due to the oversized costume and clumsy nature of the wearer) the mascot comes to stand before your little booth.

“I think I’ve made more kids cry today than I have all week.”

You’re surprised at the voice you hear coming from the mascot, but you try not to give anything away. Instead you busy yourself with tidying up your stall and trying not to look too curious.

“That’s a weird thing to feel accomplished over,” you respond finally. There’s a strained chuckle in response.

“Yeah, well...take what you can get, right?”

Falling into an awkward silence, you let out a sigh of relief when a little family nears your stall. You fall into helping them, preparing their cotton candy with a forgotten smile on your face. The mascot - you should’ve asked for his name - wanders a few steps away toward his own booth which doubles as a doghouse. You catch the little brother and sister eyeing him instead of your cotton candy, and get an idea.

“Can you do me a favor?” You ask softly, hoping that the mascot isn’t looking your way. It’s hard to tell where he’s looking behind that giant costume.

The little kids scamper off to the side of your booth, looking excited to do whatever the nice cotton candy lady wants.

With one final scoop, you hand off some blue cotton candy to the kids. “Take this to my puppy friend over there. Tell him it’s a gift, for his big accomplishment today.”

“Ok!” The little boy chirps, snatching the cotton candy from your hand and racing with his sister over to the doghouse. You set back to work, watching out of the corner of your eye.

He hesitates a moment to take the cotton candy, but takes it after the children relay their message. You swear you can see his shoulders shaking with laughter under his costume, but you can’t be too sure.

“Here you go,” you say, handing off the last of the cotton candy to the young family. Once they’ve wandered off, you sigh deeply. Time to clean up. After five long but oddly fun days at the festival, it’s over.

Flipping on the “closed” sign and setting to work cleaning up your station, you hardly notice someone walking up to your booth.

“Thanks for the gift,” a familiar voice says.

You glance up, doing a double take as you see who stands before you. Carrying the head part of his costume under his arm, a young man smiles warmly at you. There’s a bit of blue at the corner of his mouth, proof that he ate the cotton candy.

If it weren’t for how strikingly handsome he is, you would have laughed at the strange get-up he’s in. With the body of a yellow dog and face of a Vogue model, you wonder if you’ve just met a modern-day sphinx.

“O-oh,” you stutter. “Yeah. Well, you know. Thought it was worth celebrating.”

The young man gives you a lopsided smile, head tilted to one side as he surveys you. If only his ears would perk up like a puppy’s; then you’d be convinced that he’s been spending way too much time in that dog suit.

“What?” You finally ask. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

He smiles wider, eyes twinkling with a bit of mischief. “I just really enjoyed the cotton candy. That’s all.” You huff, going to ignore him and continue cleaning when he clears his throat. “My name is Jimin, by the way.”

You pause, glancing up at him. He’s a little pink now, which is all the more endearing as he avoids your gaze for a moment.

“Nice to meet you, Jimin.”

He nods. “Nice to meet you, too....um...”

You offer him your name. He nods again, and you can practically see the gears in his head as he ponders what to do next.

The way he squares up his shoulders has you wondering if he’s been planning to do something like this ever since his little stall was set up next to yours.

“Let’s see...we’ve got thirty minutes before the festival closes down for the night.”

You nod. “That’s right.”

Jimin leans over the stall as though about to divulge a secret. You take the bait and lean in as well, a small thrill going through you as you stand a little too close for it to go unnoticed.

Again that mischievous glint is in Jimin’s eyes as he speaks. “What do you say we ditch our stalls and try to hit up as many booths as possible before closing time?”

You’re already there, untying your apron and throwing it onto the small table beside the cotton candy machine. “I thought you’d never ask.”

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#jimin x reader #bts fanfic #jimin fanfic #bts fluff #jimin fluff #bts oneshot #jimin oneshot #park jimin oneshot #park jimin fluff #park jimin #bts imagine #jimin imagine

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funkylittlebats · 1 year ago

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(tags from @comixandco)

#i don’t have all my thoughts aligned so i’m going to dump them and if they make sense? hooray!#there’s something to be said about how all of the lives she chose for them fell to ruin directly because of the memory wipe#i mean to a certain extent for magnus it was just incredibly bad luck#but over the course of 100 years he learnt so much and matured and i’m certain that red robe magnus would have treated kalen differently#than young magnus who believes in change and second chances for all like magnus will always try to help others and give them second chances#but red robe magnus lived way too long to let his guard down so soon after the rebellion (then again. red robe magnus Is the one who walked#into the desert and almost died so maybe i’m wrong lol) But like. res robe merle wanted to settle down on the beach and relax but young(er)#merle joined the ipre because he wasn’t ready to settle down and wanted to explore and have adventures! of course he was going to become#dissatisfied with his life and try to escape it it wasn’t something he wanted yet#and taako has always been sharp-edged and closed-off to strangers even when he was with lup#but without lup ever existing in his memory he went through his hard childhood on his own and he doesn’t like depending on others#and he doesn’t like sharing the spotlight. and why should he? he’s the only person like him in the world why would co-operation come#naturally to him? even if sazed hadn’t started working for him i don’t think taako’s cooking show was sustainable#because it’s not something he could have ever run by himself entirely and there was something that made his skin crawl every time he had to#work with somebody else right up until he met magnus and merle#who were also assholes. and pushed his nerves right back but never held anything against him. and something clicked about being around them#like he’d known them all his life even though they’d never met#idk idk does this make sense?#like. their lives didn’t work out because it was catering to the people they had become during their 100 journey#not who they had been and were reverted back to when lucretia wiped their brains#she didn’t fully think through what taking their memories would do to them and it ended up backfiring on the plans she’d made with the best#of intentions. i mean we Know she didn’t realise what it would do to them because she was so caught off-guard by davenport#do you think she’d planned him a life too? before his mind got so wringed and emptied#griffin probably said in the podcast and i’ve forgotten lol

STOP MAKING ME FEEL EMOTIONAL ON MY OWN POST

This is so good and true and aaaaaaaaaaaaah. Also, Griffin does give us a Watsonian explanation of why Davenport's memory was so barren, and it happens to be one of my favorite (of many) quotes from Balance: "For our captain—his life was the mission. He was impossible to edit around, so... his name was all he kept." (spoken by Lucretia in the last Lunar Interlude). This never made much sense to me, though, as the THB got to keep the memories of their childhood and such... but it lead to a headcanon that just got fleshed out even further thanks to your tags

Davenport, like Lucas Miller, had been fascinated with the planar system from a young age. We know so little about Dav, but I believe he must've had someone close to him growing up who studied the planes and taught him about it. Davenport grew up wanting to become what so many little kids want to become. An astronaut. And so he dedicated his life to that. From a very young age, he wanted to lead an expedition to different planes. Truly, his life was the mission.

But I think you're right. I think Lucretia hoped he would've been able to retain enough memories that wouldn't have been covered in her stories to live a good life. I don't know what she would have planned for Davenport (again, his canon is very elusive, even as far as rich personality traits), but she would have put a lot of thought and tears into trying to come up with something good enough for him.

I think that as he tried to remember his life before the IPRE, his mind kept trying to remember their journey as well. I think that it got to a point where if he didn't forget those memories as well, his brain would've fried. I think Fisher could tell, after 70 years spent on the ship. I think Fisher screamed when he felt Davenport's mind being torn apart. I think he blocked him from remembering, little by little, piece by piece, until- His name was all he kept. And I think it all happened before Lucretia got the first of the boys dropped off.

Anyway... your tags brought me to ANOTHER interesting and equally depressing thought! What could she have had planned for Barry?

I mean, he lost the love the defined him even before she made him forget about her.

Hey Taz Balance fans how do we feel about Lucretia striving to choose lives for her friends that she thought they could find joy and peace in (the beach with family for Merle, Raven's Roost for Magnus, a whole traveling cooking show for Taako) and checking up on them to see them safe and happy and using that as her only rock in her lonely and doomed mission to recover the relics, only to watch all three of their lives fall apart (Merle's lovless marriage + running out on his family, Governor Kalen destroying Raven's Roost and killing the love of Magnus's life and his father in law, the poisoning in Glamor Springs that led to Taako believing he'd killed 40 people and having to abandon his dream job). How de we feel about that gang.

#taz #taz balance #the adventure zone #the adventure zone balance #lucretia #taz davenport #magnus burnsides #merle highchurch #taako #lup #barry bluejeans #i don't entirely agree with the assessment of magnus' situation but i also don't disagree entirely and either way #i hate when ppl neg someone else's interpretation of a character/event #bc differing interpretations are blessed and beautiful haven't you ever been in an literature class disscussion #anyway i have to go cry over taz balance again. l8r <3

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ray-ray-writings · 4 years ago

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UMM THIS

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMe24dvmM/

Im sorry I know you are packed and busy but can I make a request based on that video?? BECAUSE HOT DAM JUST WILBUR ENTERING LIKE

‘WHAT IS THIS I HEARD ABOUT HURTING Y/N AND TOMMY ‘

LOOK AT THAT VIDEO LOOK AT IT AND TELL ME YOU ARENT SIMPING TO THAT MAN

I simply cannot tell you that because it would be untrue because I am SIMPING so hard…. Also this was way longer and had a lot more plot than I originally planned so…. There’s that lol. Hope you enjoy. (P.S. Because it’s so long, this is going to be the only post tonight, my brain is a bit fried rn lol. Have a great night everyone!)

Warnings: Mentions of very quickly losing a lot of weight, it’s brief but it’s there. As well as, manipulation from Dream. At one point the reader is like “wow it’s been three days since you hit me… Thanks Dream!” And a few swear words here and there.

Before Wilbur died, you and Wilbur were married. It absolutely broke your heart to watch the love of your life lose his mind (and then his life) for the nation that you and he created to raise and protect your boys in. But you stood by his side until the very end. You held his hand as he died and clutched his body with Phil once it was over. Ghostbur gave you somewhat of a shock. Because you’re husband was back, and he remembered you. He was the man you had married. The person he was before the presidency, before the war, before L’Manberg… You’re Wilbur was back. But you were still sad. You couldn’t hug him or kiss him like you were able to and although he seemed to be right in front of you, it felt like he couldn’t be farther away. Ghostbur can see this and decides that if he can, he really wants to try to come back to life. He tells his father and older brother about this and so they begin planning and researching. In doing this, they kind of accidentally turn a blind eye to what is happening to you and Tommy.

While those three are figuring out how to bring Wilbur back from the dead, you and Tommy are being harassed by Dream. Something else you lost when you lost Wilbur was protection from Dream. For some reason, Dream was always afraid of Wilbur. Perhaps it was his ability to always stand up for what he wanted and fight for the things he loves… Or perhaps it was because he was Techno’s brother. Doesn’t matter. Point is when you lost Wilbur you lost the protection from Dream. Dream threatens you and Tommy, trying to provoke Tommy and trick him into doing stuff so that Dream could get him in trouble and one day it finally works. Dream tells Tommy where George’s vacation house is because he knows that Tommy cannot resist checking a place out and looking through other people’s stuff. So Tommy drags Ranboo over there and while they’re there they accidentally knock over a lantern and burn some of the house and some of the chests. On the other side of the server, Dream is in your home, poking fun at you for losing your husband and telling you that it was partially your fault and just stuff like that. You didn’t react. You never could when talking to Dream. But his words stung and slashed deep, and he knew it. Finally after a while of this, Tommy comes bursting through your front door, out of breath and seemingly panicked. “What’s the matter?” You ask softly, leaving your kitchen and going to comfort your boy. Tommy is about to spill everything but when he looks up he sees Dream and immediately swallows his words. “We were playing tag… That’s all… Tag” he says. You absolutely do not believe him but you catch his gaze and know that whatever he’s done he cannot say it in front of Dream. So you decide you’ll just have to wait…. You don’t have to wait long.

“You burnt down George’s vacation home?” Dream’s deadly tone sounds from the kitchen. Your eyes widen and scan Tommy’s face and the look that overtakes him, you know it’s true. “I did not burn it down… I knocked over a lantern and a small fire broke out… I tried to repair everything, it’s fine.” Tommy insists. But Dream seems too pissed to listen to reason. “Come with me” he hisses, marching forward and snatching Tommy’s wrist tightly and marching out of the house. A small whimper left Tommy’s lips as he was pulled causing you to fly into a rage. “Let go of him!” you demand, chasing after them. Dream doesn’t listen and so you reach out and shove his shoulder causing him to stumble, let go of Tommy’s wrist and whip around to face you too. A chilling smile rests on his face, “Oh you just messed up big time.” Before you can react, he reaches out, grabs your wrist, grabs Tommy’s again and continues on down the Prime Path. You’d try to fight it but the grip on your wrist was just too strong. Dream pulls you to Tubbo and immediately jumps on the boy. He explains what happened as well as says that you assaulted him and that he wants you two exiled from L’Manberg or there will be hell to pay. Dream tells Tubbo he will start a war and will kill everyone and everything if his orders are not followed. You can tell Tubbo really doesn’t want to, but it’s something he has to do. Tubbo lets out a small sigh and nod, “Okay Dream. You win.” He murmurs, not looking at Tommy’s betrayed face. “Excellent choice, Mr. President,” the man spits out. “Tubbo” Tommy utters broken heartedly, staring at his best friend, silently begging him to say sike… It never comes. “Dream please escort Tommy and Y/N out of my country.” “With pleasure” You wrist is seized again and you’re being dragged away from your home.

After you three get out of the SMP, Dream lets go of your wrists and lets you walk for yourself. You approach Tommy and wrap a comforting arm around him. “It’s going to be okay Tommy. Everything is going to be okay.” You comfort the young boy who sighs and nods, “I just can’t believe that he would throw me under the bus like that,” Tommy murmurs. “I know kiddo. I know.” You follow Dream for a very long time until he is satisfied that you are far enough away from the rest of the SMP. “Okay, we stop here… Put your stuff in this hole,” Dream commands, digging a small hole for the two of you to throw your stuff in. You let out a scoff and roll your eyes, “No way. You’ve already forced us into exile. There’s no way we’re giving you our stuff.” Dream’s face flushed a bright red before he lurched forward and grabbed you. Putting in a headlock to where you’re back was pressed against his chest, his arm around your throat while he has a crossbow to your head. “I’ve had enough of you fucking attitude Y/N. You have no power here. I do. I’m in charge and when I say to do something, you do it. If I ask you to jump, the only thing you may ask after that is “How high?” Do you understand?” You don’t speak, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of obedience. But then the tip of the arrow digs into the side of your head causing you to let out a small pained whimper, “I said, do you understand?” he demands again. “Yes” you finally whimper out. He moves the crossbow away from your skull and lets you go and shoves you forward, stumbling into Tommy who catches you and stabilizes you. “Put your stuff in the hole… Now” he growls, not in the mood for any more ‘games’. You and Tommy share a look and then a sigh and slowly put your things in the hole like he demanded. And you could only watch as he placed TNT above it and blew up everything. All of your items that you had worked hard for… Gone in a moment. Dream leaves with a cackle. You and Tommy are just there. Shocked. Finally, after a few moments, you’re able to shake yourself out of it. “Okay… Let’s get started, there’s no time to waste.” Tommy just looks at you and then he sighs and nods. “Let’s do it then.” The two of you spend the rest of the day gathering materials and building yourself a little shelter. You were all alone… At least you were all alone with your brother.

As we all know, Dream comes back almost every day. He comes back, blows up your stuff and leaves. The first time he came back you tried to stop him… It didn’t go well. “Dream, please he just-“ He cut off your words with a harsh slap across the face. It sends you flying and leaves your head spinning. “Haven’t you learned yet? Stuff. Hole. Now.” And you have no choice but to obey. You watch with a broken heart as Tommy slowly begins to actually trust Dream and believe him when he says that no one misses him. You do your best to be there for him and convince him that it’s not true but as days go by and no one, not even your Ghostbur, you can’t help but slowly believe that they’ve forgotten about you two. As time goes on, it seems that you and Tommy fade. You lose a lot of weight. Your food source is scarce and you have to do a lot of work because you’re restarting every. single. day. You get hurt a lot easier and it takes a lot more time to recover. Every once in a while, Dream will physically hurt you. Whether it a slap or a small sword slash, he does it just to make sure you still remember who’s in charge. You just learn to take it and deal with it. It hurts, but at least it’s you and not Tommy. Ranboo visits you once and is horrified at what he sees. He’s worried about you, but knows he can do basically nothing to help you. He makes a mental note to tell someone about it back in the SMP…. And even though he has memory problems, this is one thing he cannot forget.

On the other side of the SMP, Philza, Techno, and Ghostbur have done it. They’ve cracked it. They have figured out how to bring Ghostbur back to life and to bring back Wilbur. The three make the plan and tell no one, especially not you. (Yeah…. They don’t even realize that you and Tommy aren’t around rn lol) They want to make sure this works before they tell anyone. So they do all the prep and the work and then they perform the ritual. They perform it in a cave somewhere just a little bit away from Techno’s house so that absolutely no one would know where they are or what they were doing. They begin just as nightfalls. Carefully completely each step and making sure they’re doing everything just right, knowing if they fuck up one small thing it’s over and they won’t be able to get Wilbur back. The three complete the final step and wait…. Nothing happens. “Fuck!” Techno curses, his eyes falling to the book, “We did everything right! It should have worked!” “Techno calm down, we’re all upset but at least we-” Philza doesn’t get to finish. All of the sudden a bright light floods the room. The light? It’s coming from Ghostbur. “Uhh guys?” the ghost questions in fear as he is levitated off the ground. Philza and Techno cannot look at him for fear of going blind. Ghostbur is unsure of what is happening but then the shredding pain fills his body. A scream rips from his throat as his whole form begins to physicalize. The skin begins to become real as the bones, blood, organs, and all other internal body parts forms. All memories that Ghostbur had forgotten flood Wilbur’s mind as his whole life flashes before his eyes, reminding him of everything. It only lasts a few moments more before the light fades and Wilbur is dropped from the air. His body hits the ground with an extremely harsh thump. He feels the impact and lets out a groan. His whole body is sore… But he’s there. He’s real and most importantly he’s alive. “Wilbur?” Philza asks hesitantly. Wilbur lets out another groan. The two standing men share a look before rushing to his side. They kneel beside him and gently reach out. Don’t tell anyone but tears threaten to fall from both men’s eyes, Philza and Techno’s, as their hands actually are able to touch Wilbur and they don’t go through him as if he were a ghost. They gently help him from his side to laying on his back. At the movement, Wilbur opens his eyes and is met with the tear laced ones of two of his family members. “Hey guys” he manages to croak out, “how’s it going” “Wilbur” Philza breaks, a tear streaming down his cheek before he lurches forward and wraps the boy into a warm hug. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry” the older man sobs to his son. “Shhhh,” Wilbur calms his father, “It’s okay Dadza. I wanted it. You did what you had to do. It’s okay.” To the two’s surprise’s Techno’s buff arms wrap around the two and join in the hug. “It’s uhhh… it’s good to see you Wilbur” Techno grumbles, not really liking the emotion that had built up in his chest. Wilbur let out a soft laugh, “Good to see you too Tech.”

The sweet moment is broken by someone calling Techno’s name a little ways away from the cave. At first, they elect to ignore it, but then the voice calls again, this time for Philza and they can tell now that whoever it is, is panicking. So the two help Wilbur up and gently help him out of the cave. They look out over the snow and find Ranboo there, standing on Techno’s front porch. “Ranboo!” Techno calls out causing the tall boy to turn around and then run at them. “Techno! Phil!.... Is that Wilbur? Like actual real Wilbur? He’s alive?” Ranboo asks, his tone still slightly panicked. “Yes Ranboo… It’s a long story but to sum it up we managed to bring Wilbur back to life… Now why are you here and why are you panicked.” Ranboo’s eyes shift back to Wilbur and gulps, “I knew you weren’t going to like this… But now you’re really not going to like this… Dream is hurting Y/N and Tommy…” All three, especially Wilbur, snap to attention at that. “What?” Wilbur asks harshly. Ranboo gulps and nods before diving into his story. He tells them about your exile and how Dream has been treating you two, blowing up your stuff and even physically harming Y/N. He tells them that Dream has the two convinced that nobody cares about them anymore. The three go stiff at that. Have they all been so focused they really missed all of this? Well time to go right some wrongs. It is almost as if all ache and tiredness left Wilbur’s body at the thought of his spouse being hurt, especially at the hands of Dream. He straightens up and takes a few steps toward Ranboo, “Take them to us” he speaks, his tone pretty damn dark. Ranboo nods and quickly turns around and leads the three men back to the exile spot.

Back in exile, you and Tommy built a house… Logsted! It wasn’t exactly your taste, but it made Tommy happy so you lived in it together. You had woken up, actually feeling kind of good. The bruises and nicks on your face had slowly begun to heal and Dream hadn’t hit you in the past three days. You had a nice dinner last night, you and Tommy had found some chickens and made a small chicken farm a little ways away from the house so that way Dream couldn’t easily find it, but point is you had chicken for dinner… that’s what I was getting at… I’ll move on. So long story short, you were feeling good. The sun had risen and so Tommy and you were just kind of waiting for Dream to show up so you could get the daily blowing up over with. And like clockwork, he shows up, but for some reason he’s angry. For the past couple days he’d actually be pleasant to be around, greeting you asking you how you’ve been. But today was different. He slammed the door open and begins digging a hole in the middle of Logstedshire… That’s really weird. He was going to blow up the stuff inside the house? No way. But he points to the hole and you know he wants you to dump your items in. You move to the hole but don’t throw your stuff in, “Inside the house? Can we please go outside, I don’t want to ruin our hard work” wrong thing to say. A growl escapes Dream’s lips as he reaches forward and slaps you hard across the face, harder than he’s ever slapped you. It is enough to make you dizzy, but you don’t even have time to recover because his hand is in your hair, yanking it back forcing you to look at him. “You stupid bitch. You would think that after all this time, you would have learned by now… I mean you were doing so so well. But it just seems that you never learn your lesson… Guess I’ll have to teach you yet again.” And he pulls out his sword and points it at your stomach, ready to slice you again. Just as he’s about to harm you, the door swings open again and someone stumbles in. They lean against the doorframe with their hand grabbing the top of the frame. You can hear Tommy let out a gasp and you watch Dream’s eyes widen in fear. “So Dream,” an all too familiar voice calls, “What’s this about hurting Y/N and Tommy now?” And then you’re let go by Dream. You crash to the ground, fall flat on your ass, but you manage to scramble to a stand as you stare at the door frame in complete... Shock? Amazement? Fear? You can’t tell. You’re husband, Wilbur, is standing there in the flesh. Literally in the flesh. He’s alive again and you cannot believe it. “Wilbur” Dream stutters out, “You’re alive? How-” “That doesn’t matter, Dream. What matters is the fact that you’ve been hurting Y/N and Tommy… We can’t have that. So now what is going to happen is I’m going to take my family back to L’Manberg and you are never going to hurt them again,” Wilbur announces, moving ever so slightly further into the room. Seeming to have recovered just a bit from shock, Dream actually retorts, “Or what?”. Two more people enter the house and it causes Dream to blanch even further. “I think you know what… now run along.” Not wanting to risk it, Dream takes off running.

Once you’re sure he’s gone, you allow yourself to speak. “Wilbur?” You whisper out, still not sure if this is real or if you’re dreaming. Wilbur’s attention shifts to you and he completely soften. “Hello,” he greets with a soft smile on his face, taking a few steps toward you, “Have you missed me?” Deciding you don’t care if he’s real or not, you rush forward and throw yourself into his arms. You, like Philza and Techno, almost cry at the feeling of your body’s connecting. He’s here. He’s real. And he’s alive. His arms wrap around you and hold you to him so tightly, you almost can’t breathe. But you don’t care. You’re hugging your husband. You’re actually hugging your husband. “I missed you so much, Wilby. I mean we had Ghostbur but it wasn’t the same. I missed you,” you mumble into his shoulders, the tears slowly falling out of your eyes. His hand comes up and slowly pets your head, in silent comfort and reassurance.

After a few minutes you pull away slightly, “How are you-” You’re cut off by his lips pressing against your and you cannot help but melt. It has been months since his passing and this was just the absolute best feeling in the world. You kiss back with so much passion it makes your head spin, this time in a good way. It’s also probably the only time ever his brother’s didn’t fake vomit at the sight of you kissing. You only pull back to catch a breath, but right as you breathe in, Wilbur’s lips are back on yours. The process repeats a few times, before you manage to breathe out a “Will,” causing him to pull back, but leaving his forehead resting on yours and his lips just hovering above yours. “Yes my love,” he mumbles to you. “Can we go home please” you ask, not wanting to be here at Logstedshire any longer. He gives you a warn grin, leaning the inch forward and kissing you once more before giving his answer. “Of course my love. Let’s get out of here.”

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⛓️Father, Did You Miss Me?

Pairing: Hanzo Hasashi/Kuai Liang Length: 2496 Words Rating: Explicit 🔞 Warnings: Supernatural/Modern AU, Priest!Kuai Liang, Demon!Hanzo Hasashi, Priest Kink, Deepthroating, Prostate Massage, Crying, Cathoclicism, Confessional, Catholic Imagery, Catholicism but make it sexy, Oral Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Anal Fingering, Coming Untouched, Size Difference Kinktober Day 10: Priest Kink + Deepthroating + Prostate Massage + Crying

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Notes: I’ve had this ongoing little AU in my head for a few years that I think I’ve posted snippet to my WIP tag on tumblr, but basically it’s an AU where Kuai is a priest, and Hanzo is a demon lord who asks Kuai for sex in exchange for his help hunting down and wrangling escaped demons. Of course, it doen’t stay just sex and they fall in 💕love💕 Because this is me lol. This basically belongs to that AU and maybe one day I’ll actually finish my WIP’s and do more with it lol Hanzo calling Kuai “Father” is the closest I’ll ever get to writing daddy kink lmao Again sorry if this isn’t at my usual standard, I’ve had an awful day. Nothing extremely wild or interesting, just bad. But y’know what they say about us AO3 Authors, we could be on our deathbed and still be posting. 🙃 Title is from “Going To Hell” by The Pretty Reckless.

“Father, did you miss me?”

Hanzo enjoyed the sigh from the other side of the confessional booth.

“Good evening Lord Hasashi,” Kuai Liang softly spoke through the grating. “Forgive me for being so upfront but may I ask why you’re here? I highly doubt your intending to confess your sins, given you are already a Lord of Hell.”

Hanzo chuckled, “Alway’s to the point, Father Song.” Hanzo listened to the man on the other side of the wooden box. There was a rustle but nothing more. “We have a deal, Father, I hope you have not forgotten that.”

Kuai made a confused noise, before saying, “no, I haven’t but forgive me Lord Hasashi I do not seem to recall being in your debt currently.”

“You aren’t,” Hanzo assured him, leaning back and inspecting his claws. “It has merely been a while since our last meeting, and I wanted to be assured that you remember our agreement.”

“You are surprisingly needy for a Demon Lord, you do know that?” Kuai sighed again as Hanzo laughed.

He wasn’t needy, not really, but he did find himself enjoying Kuai’s company and did rather miss him when they did not see each other for a while. Sometimes, demons escaped Hell so often it meant they spent weeks together. But times like this, when everyone seemed to actually want to behave? Well, Hanzo guessed he should be thankful he didn’t have to do much more extra work, but instead he found himself bitter that he didn’t get to see his favourite priest as much as he’d like.

He watched as Kuai’s shadow moved behind the shutter, he heard a door open and the shadow was gone. Seconds later the door of his booth came open and Kuai stood on the other side, with a hand on his hip and looking as gorgeous as ever. Hanzo always did have a thing for the holy, but Kuai Liang was something else.

“What exactly do you want for assurance?” Kuai asked, holding out his hand to help Hanzo to his feet. Hanzo didn’t need it, and given their size difference, it wouldn’t effect much, but he appreciated the gesture.

“Well,” Hanzo purred as he took Kuai’s hand and stood up. Once standing, he placed his hand on Kuai’s cheek and pushed his thumb against Kuai’s lips. “I had a few ideas.”

“You’re in luck, I am about to retire from my duties for the night,” Kuai claimed, raising an eyebrow. “But I get the feeling you already knew that.” Kuai pulled away and crossed his arms. “Just how long exactly have you been waiting for me to finish, Lord Hasashi?”

“Roughly 40 minutes,” Hanzo replied as he saw Kuai’s eyes rolls. He turned away and began to walk back into the centre of the church, Hanzo following behind like a lost puppy. “Forgive me Father, I just enjoy watching you dole out God’s will.” Even with Kuai’s back to him, Hanzo could imagine the frown on his face from the knowledge someone was listening in. “Although, that woman having an affair with her gardener-“

“Lord Hasashi, I do hope you aren’t trying to get me to break my vows and gossip with you about the members of this church.” He looked over his shoulder slightly, just as they got to the door to the private back of the church. “We may have arrangements, but I still have my duty.”

“Very well,” Hanzo replied, watching Kuai open the door before they both made it inside. “But hypothetically if you didn’t have your duty, would you say her husband really was having an affair first?”

“Oh absolutely,” Kuai said without hesitation. “With her sister.” Kuai turned around with a weirdly gleeful smile on his face. “And the sister’s pregnant, and wishes to keep the child.”

Hanzo blinked a few times. “Right well, once I’m done fucking your brain’s out you are going to have to tell me that full story.”

Kuai gave a small cheeky smile. For as much as Kuai liked to pretend he was above such things, Hanzo definitely got the juiciest stories of mortal sins from him. Maybe in some way, it was a form of release. It must be hard to have to listen to everything someone’s done to harm others all day.

Hanzo looked around the room. It was about as plain as it always was, Kuai really was not one for material possessions. Something about that upset Hanzo sometimes, if only because Kuai deserved far more than he allowed himself to have. Kuai’s selflessness was admirable, but Hanzo worried it might turn out to be his downfall.

One day, Hanzo would convince Kuai Liang to forgo his faith, and whisk him down to hell, where Hanzo could spoil him for all eternity.

He knew that wouldn’t happen any time soon however, but Hanzo was a patient demon. He could wait as long as it took.

Kuai sat on the edge of the bed, putting his hands on his lap and tilting his head.

“So, Lord Hasashi, how exactly do you want me?” He asked innocently, smiling softly like he was about to sing a sweet hymn rather than do sinful things with a demon.

I want you in so many ways, Hanzo thought the words he could never say aloud. In those fantasies where he took Kuai away, he thought so long about all the ways he wanted Kuai. But he couldn’t do them all right now.

“On your back, head off the bed, clothes on,” Hanzo ordered. As much as he loved Kuai naked, there was something he liked about doing things while Kuai was still in his robes. There was something so blasphemous about it, and while Hanzo really had no qualms with Kuai’s God, the influence of the underworld made him delight in the way he perverted it.

“As you wish.” Kuai swung his legs around onto the bed, and he scooted himself into the centre of the bed. As he went to lie down, he made sure his head hung off the side, his hands gripping onto his sheets in anticipation.

Hanzo approached, gripping his belt and waiting until he was in front of Kuai’s face to pull it away. He dropped his trousers enough for his cock to be revealed. He always enjoyed the way Kuai swallowed thickly whenever he saw it. His breathing quickened, and he opened his mouth wide in preparation. Hanzo brought his cock towards those lips and started to push in.

Kuai’s lips clamped around his cock, and Hanzo felt his tongue circle the head of his cock. Continuing forward, Hanzo pushed in slowly so not to overwhelm Kuai and make him gag. As much as he loved to have Kuai screaming, he preferred it to be from pleasure than pain. He never wanted to do anything to hurt him.

His cock hit the back of his mouth, only three quarters of the way in. He did pull back, before feeding himself back in, this time going a little further. Kuai did gag a little, causing Hanzo to pause and let him get used to it.

“Easy, Father,” Hanzo soothed, reaching down to stroke Kuai’s throat. “Just relax for me.”

Kuai gurgled in agreement, and Hanzo watched as his grip on the sheets increased. Hanzo attempted to go further. Keeping his hand on his throat, the deeper he went, the more he started to feel his cock bulging out from under Kuai’s skin. He removed the hand to admire it. It was always impressive just how much Kuai could take.

“You’re doing so well,” Hanzo whispered, as he made a final push to get his entire length inside. He could see Kuai’s hands clenching. “Sh, almost there, just a little more.” And with that, his entire cock was inside, and he could make out the outline. “There we are. Perfect. You take me so wonderfully.”

Kuai purred again, swallowing around Hanzo’s cock. Hanzo began to pull back, watching the bulge travel with it. He only pulled out until he was at the end of Kuai’s throat before testing the water with a hard thrust. Kuai’s body jolted, brighting his legs up at the knees, but otherwise didn’t react. He gave another thrust, seeing if that would be better. This time Kuai did not react, letting his legs drop flat again, although his hands still clenched at the sheets.

He brought his hand back against Kuai’s throat, pushing down slightly as he began to thrust in a slow but hard rhythm. He loved being able to feel the way Kuai’s body yielded to him. Regardless of it was Kuai’s throat or his stomach, he loved being able to see himself inside his beloved priest.

“You are so perfect,” Hanzo growled between his thrusts. “I just adore you.” He pulled his hands away, and just watched. “You are wasted on your God.” Kuai groaned around his cock, cut off when Hanzo pushed in as far as he could go. “So pretty, so good for me. Too good for these sinful heathens.”

He gave one last hard thrust, before he felt himself released right down Kuai’s throat. He could feel Kuai swallowing, and after a few more thrusts to make sure he was done, Hanzo finally pulled out. As he did, saliva pooled out of Kuai’s mouth, dripping down his face. It was enough for Hanzo to almost miss the tears in Kuai’s eyes.

Almost.

“Oh, Snowflake,” Hanzo whispered, reaching for Kuai’s torso to bring him up. “I’m sorry, are you hurt?” Kuai panted heavily, choosing to shake his head in reply. “You are crying.”

As Hanzo brought his hand to Kuai’s face, wiping away a tear that was rolling down his cheek, he replied with “O-Overwhelmed.”

“Why did you not try to stop me?” Hanzo questioned. He understood that verbally Kuai was incapable, but if he’d brought a hand up and tried to push Hanzo away he’d have gotten the message.

Kuai coughed a few times, bringing his hand up to try and wipe away his spit and tears. “G-Good overwhelmed.”

Ah. That made Hanzo feel better. He trusted that Kuai would have told him if it wasn’t good for him. Hanzo brushed his hair out of his face.

“My poor, sweet father.” He pushed Kuai to lay down on the bed with one hand, reaching across for a vial of oil. “I have been so selfish.” He grabbed onto Kuai’s trousers, roughly pulling them down and causing a short “eep” to escape Kuai’s lips. “Allow me to make it up to you.”

He poured the oil onto one of his fingers, taking no time to begin pushing it into his hole. Kuai gasped, squirming slightly and Hanzo pressed his other hand against his chest to still him. He began to feel around with that single digit, not stopping until it brushed against a spot that had Kuai gasping.

He chuckled, removing his hand to pour oil onto his second finger before letting it slip inside Kuai too. He immediately went back to that spot, pushing down and watching the way Kuai shuddered. He adjusted himself so he was majority towering above Kuai. He continued to press against that spot, rubbing around in circles and watching more tears gathering in Kuai’s eyes.

“Is that nice?” He asked, pressing down particularly hard and watching the way Kuai’s hard cock twitched against his stomach. He chuckled and said, “Good.”

“M-My Lord,” Kuai spluttered, bringing his hands up to Hanzo’s shoulders. He continued to move his fingers in circles, watching as Kuai’s back arched off the bed and Hanzo felt fingernails dig into his shoulders. “A-Ah, Please.”

“You always get so overwhelmed by pleasure, don’t you?” Hanzo lent down to kiss Kuai deeply. As he did, he paused his movements. “For all your church loves to talk of sin, the only truly sinful thing is that this has been denied from you for so long.”

“I- ah-“ Kuai shuddered again, his eyes screwing shut. “I knew t-that would be a sacrifice I’d have to make.”

“You give up so much of yourself for people who do not truly care for you.” Kuai looked liked he was about to argue against that, but Hanzo stopped him with another kiss. As he pulled back he said, “the second I asked for you as my payment, your church threw you at me like a lamb to a pack of wolves.” Granted, Hanzo was ever thankful for them doing so, but that didn’t excuse the potential danger they could have put Kuai into. “Your God cares for you, I can tell, I can feel his holy energy protect you. But they do not. For all they knew I could have done anything to you.”

“But you didn’t,” Kuai argued. He trailed his hand up to Hanzo’s face, stroking his cheek. “And I have faith that my Church and God knew you would not harm me.”

“You are so naïve, Father Song.” It wasn’t Kuai’s fault. Hanzo had no doubt that Kuai was favoured by his god, but he doubted his church cared for him as much. Kuai was lucky it was Hanzo whom the church made a deal with, and not some other demon lord. He could imagine with more than a few who would not have been as kind or gentle with him. They would have torn Kuai apart, and taken everything from him regardless of what he wanted.

“Maybe,” Kuai whispered, a faint smile on his lips. “But is that not part of why you love me?”

Hanzo didn’t reply, just pressed his fingers down in a way that made Kuai buck, and second’s later, he came. It squirted up onto his robes, the pearly white standing out against the black fabric. Kuai lay panting on the bed, looking up as Hanzo as if he were the entire world.

And Hanzo did love him. Truly. Even if he feared ever admitting it aloud. He had too many enemies, too many people who would use his attachment against him. He vowed Kuai would always be safe with him, he could not allow anyone to harm him.

“So, are you sated Lord Hasashi,” Kuai purred, in a tone so sultry it was hard to believe it was coming from a holy man. “Or do you require more assurance?”

“I may do,” Hanzo answered with a grin. “It may take me all night.”

“So long as I get a chance to rest every once in a while,” Kuai began, letting his body go loose and spreading himself open, “my body is yours for as long as you require it.”

Hanzo let out a growl, he could feel that he’d gotten hard again. He lent down to capture Kuai in a passionate kiss, lining himself up with the priests entrance, swallowing his moan as he began to push inside.

It would definitely take a few more times for him to be satisfied.

#mortal kombat #subscorp #kuai liang #sub zero #hanzo hasashi #scorpion #⛓️kinktober 2022

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lilyrachelcassidy · 3 years ago

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Birthday Cake

A/N: Suprise folks!!! *me laughing maniacally* The whole scenery for this fic somehow appeared in my head and I just COULDN’T let it slip away, so... My biggest inspo for that was @drawlfoy!! Remember her posting the fic where Draco and Reader work at McDonald’s and are total suckers in their job (arguing with the customers; preparing wrong orders; etc.)? Dee unfortunately, deleted this precious, but it’s stuck to my head ever since (lol lol, it’s the moment where Dee wants to get rid of something, but I kindly remind everyone it existed). Therefore I present to you the next Draco x Reader fic related to our fav fast-food rest. This time, however, they’re not working at the same workplace but... I'm going to stop here cuz I don't want to spoiler :P

**The second thing that triggered me to write this fic is the YouTube video I recently saw with a lady who orders the 'specials' appearing to be out of the menu list of McDonald’s, through the Drive-Through. She asked for a birthday cake, was laughed at a few times, but eventually got what she wanted. Applause for the attitude!!

About the fic (context, my bitches): ofc it’s the modern AU, non-magical world. Draco’s the worst boyfriend ever but always manages to turn things into their righteous place.

Summary: The birthday is upcoming, and Draco is in a rush to think up an idea for a perfect gift. His ingenuity fails, however, and leaves Y/N very unsatisfied with a disaster that has been forged.

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: my brain playing a total psycho, language, alcohol, sexual undertones/allusions to sex, Pansy being too much of her self... deal...

Tags: @drawlfoy @eltanin-malfoy

Such an unrestrained desire to strangle somebody you hadn't felt in a long time.

Really.

Today was your birthday, which you had been widely announcing for almost a whole month to people you might have accidentally forgotten about it. Having your boyfriend, Draco, on your mind in particular.

You doubted he would have the guts to omit your big day, though as repeatedly as he had done for a few years back. But something between foresight and the second sense of prevention told you to keep reminding him every day of the upcoming event, with a heap of birthday-themed emojis and uppercases in the messages.

Everything was planned out in your head: him picking you up from your house with the sharp-red cabriolet that he used only for special occasions; him driving the two of you to the fanciest restaurant he could find in town; him bestowing you with a nice-looking, golden necklace or a different piece of jewelry you had been suggestively pointing out in the store's exhibition; him booking up a hotel room for you two to celebrate.

Either way, that was much beyond your expectations, as it turned out. And now you were sitting in the front yard of your house, waiting for him to show up.

'If he was going to at all.' This thought invaded your mind for the last hour, try as might to subdue it. An hour you had been sitting tight, hoping it was only a delay caused by a traffic jam or other irrational explanation he could come up with. But you were deceiving yourself, you eventually presumed -- you had been checking up your phone every one minute, only to see if any message notification popped up on the screen, other than birthday wishes from friends who actually cared for you.

2.02pm: Nothing.

2.03pm: Susan 'Happy birthday bitch!'

2.04pm: Instagram notif. (Someone liked your photo, which you had posted before leaving your room, posing in front of the mirror in the best cocktail dress you could find in the wardrobe.)

2.05pm: Nothing yet again.

2.06pm: Still... Peace and quiet.

"Fuck it...Enough," you muttered under your breath, an annoying disillusionment falling like a heavy mile stone on your chest. Tears suddenly started sprinkling in your eyes at the regret, and you were very reluctant to admit that your friends were right -- Draco Malfoy was an egoistic, negligent, self-absorbed pri--

"Hi." You heard the raspy, panting voice says. "Sorry for the delay."

You blinked slowly, stupidly. You raised your head to assure yourself it was him. That his expression actually corresponded to his words and showed some kind of remorse for standing you up. But no... There he was: standing in front of you, plainly confident and unashamed, with his cocky smirk provoking you to slap him.

Oh, how much you craved to slap him right now. "Where to the fuck have you been?"

"I've tried to pick this up," he explained, simultaneously lifting up the paper bag he'd been carrying in his hand. The big, exclaiming letters 'McDonald's' with the brand's logo were printed on its exterior, and it was fully stuffed with something inside.

Not quite comprehending, you furrowed. You attempted to hide the venom in your voice, but somehow it found its way to leak out. "Couldn't you do that in advance?"

"Nope..." It was his turn to furrow, looking almost shocked with the question. And thanks to all those years of your relationship, you knew it was his piss-poor estimation of time taking over. "It was a last-minute surprise."

"Sounds like it," you commented irritably. "What's that?"

"Your birthday present, sunshine," he drawled happily, ignoring your remark. He sounded positively delighted and satisfied with himself at surprising you with that because he saw a slight crease of shock painting on your forehead. "Here you go."

You took his deposit out of his grasp, still quite unsure. What if his gift would only make a situation worse? Can it get any worse with Draco's total lack of tact? Yes. But it was only one way to find out.

Without even stealing a second glance at him, you ripped off all of the packaging that had been folded around, protecting the contents. You tried to do it carefully and without any impact of emotions revealing the way you felt inside, but your hands were shaking with rage, and you couldn't quite contain yourself. You had been highly aware you shouldn't have expected much from him, but still...

You wondered if the universe was playing against you.

There was a moment of tense silence as you struggled to deal with all the wrappings. Rather unfortunately, you wished you hadn't put so much effort in opening your so-called 'gift' because as you finally did, it only angered you more, seeing as the disappointment laughs at your face. And yes, as a matter of fact, the universe was against you today...

"Are you kidding me?" you asked in disbelief, fury reappearing in your eyes. "A birthday cake?! From McDonald's?" Ugly, little cake with the creepiest smiley face of a clown. It wasn't even fresh, you realized, when you smelled it and felt a musty reek of a freezer, it probably had been kept in. A confusing sense of sadness in your chest couldn't reach any higher at this point.

"Don't you like it?" he asked, detecting the wrath in your eyes. At that, you felt the dumbest urge to laugh and never stop. "I thought it'd be something original."

"Oh, I love it," you said sarcastically, a faint voice of hope telling you it was only a very bad joke was still lingering in your head. But it wasn't a joke.

"It's not just--" He struggled to form a coherent sentence. "I've been asking Blaise and Theo about any ideas. I told them, what you had said to me -- 'you didn't want anything fancy.' So we decided it's... something."

"Of course I didn't tell you I want anything, you dolt!" Your voice raised up almost two octaves, and the pulse sped up so fast it entailed a headache along. A neighbor from the opposite garden who was watering the flowers looked at you, startled, and eyes widened your exasperated tone. You didn’t care. "It's how it works: you don't tell other people you expect them to buy something!"

"But I'm your boyfriend. You shouldn't -- er-- feel uncomfortable to tell..."

"Exactly! As my boyfriend, you should have known!"

"Well... I didn't. If that's what's bothering you, we can...we can..."

"Stop." Listening to him and his pathetic excuses was the last thing you were going to do now. "What – why would you even – " You sputtered out, unable to process or express exactly what you were feeling. There was definitely anger and indignation. Curiosity, for another, as to why Draco would even fall for such foolish and ill-considered idea, and -- to the top of it -- hope it would make a good fit. And possibly, the last and most satisfying part, was the wicked impulse to throw the cake directly into his arrogant face, letting him taste his own medicine he had been serving you for years on each failed birthday.

"You know, for once, you could pay more effort and try doing something nice for me," you told him firmly, deflating to calm down your buzzing nerves.

"I've been tr--"

"Do you realize how much it costs me to pretend to be happy when you forget about me? Last year, I organized a big-ass party for your birthday, inviting over all of your friends and buying the best booze I could find to celebrate it properly," you said harshly and pretentiously, as you intended. "The best part is, you didn't even thank me." You stared at him, wringing your hands and expecting to perceive any trope of shame in his eyes. For the first time, you actually did.

"Listen, about that--" he calmly attempted to cut off your monologue.

"No, you listen..." Did you really want what was upcoming next? Maybe it was about time. "Today, I decided I'm standing up for myself. So, for the last time, get out from my porch."

He bristled, the thunderstruck air hanging around him. "Because of the stupid cake?"

"What?! No! It's just... I feel like you don't give a damn about me anymore." Gulp formed in your throat, and the tears finally left your eyes at the consciousness of what was happening. "I think we both deserve some time."

Your eyes moved to his, and you almost wished you hadn't looked. He was watching you, with pursed lips and a pure mixture of every emotion: anger, sadness, resentment, pretension, dejection. The faintest of his flustered blushes appeared on his cheeks, and you suddenly wished you could hug him. "So you are putting us..." His finger pointed at him and you as if expecting clarification. "...on a break? Is that what it is?"

You were truly torn, to be honest. Becoming single on your birthday was the last wish you had for this day, but you felt a strong sense of adequacy and pride for building up the boundaries of tolerance. Besides, seeing as it was heading nowhere, it was only a matter of time that your relationship came to an end.

Although, it hurt. A lot. "Yes."

You darted your eyes from him, not wanting to study his reaction in case it caused you to meltdown and jump to his embrace, apologizing endlessly for your words. You loved him. But you didn't regret what you had just said.

Something like a dry chuckle of disbelief escaped out of his mouth. "Is that what you really want?"

'No,' your thoughts prompted you instantly before you could even contemplate. 'I want you to say so many things you're never willing to say. But you don't know.'

So instead, you lied: "Yes."

All expressed, you spun around without peeking back and rushed into your room, already knowing there was no more sense in strives to make this day any better; all of it would bring only bad associations. It would be depressing, even more than it already was.

God, was it how the break-up pained? Because if so, you wanted to be deceased. The world spun suddenly, and you sank to your knees, shaking madly and doing your best to find your way back to your bed, located a few mere meters from you. Part of you felt numb, but your head was wide awake and alarming you that something in terms of a disaster had just happened. Because it did. The clutching in your chest was unbearable, and tears were dashing out of your eyes like a living waterfall, which made you bury your face in your hands. Never have you ever wanted to be so drunk before.

And so many questions rung up in your head at once.

Did you make a good decision? What if you are going to miss him, yet knowing you could never call? What about college -- are things about to get awkward?

No answers.

But you knew someone who would be able to reply to them.

With the blurred by tears vision, you struggled but managed to find your phone in the purse, and then clumsily scrolled through and tapped in your list of contacts before holding the phone to your ear.

Please answer, you begged. Please, please…

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" Pansy's voice roared from the other side of a line, as always, enthusiastic.

"Pansy." You tried to sound less brokenly than you were, feeling marginally worse at the reminder of your birthday. "Is Daphne around?"

"Ouch, you're a really nasty bitch sometimes, you know. I'm not goin' to point out today, but since you didn't let me end my wishes, I'll note that for the future reference." You were sure she was grinning at the teasing, seeing as much as she liked that. Normally, you wouldn't mind, but... "How--"

"Pansy, please..." you sobbed out, almost desperate to have someone to consult and share emotions with. Daphne -- contrary to Pansy, who could be very judgy sometimes -- was someone you had especially on mind now. "I need to talk to her."

You heard her sigh; the kind of sigh she used to either prove her resignation or concern. But, as much as it surprised you, she suppressed her curiosity and, without a second word, obediently handed the phone over to Daphne. At least, that's what you assumed because you heard a pause and subdued mutters in the background.

"Y/N?" the milder tone spoke up, and you felt suddenly very strange as if submerged in water of relief; relief to hear the familiar voice. That released you from keeping a distant attitude, and yet again, a sadness washed over you, triggering a loud wail to come out of your mouth. "Y/N, is everything alright?"

"No..." you sniveled, unable to collect yourself together. "I-I... We br-brok-e up."

"You and Draco?" Daphne asked, astonishment evident.

You nodded but then remembered she couldn't see you nor read your expression. So instead, you forced your vocal cords to work again. "Mhm..."

"What happened?"

Restoring the story in your brain again, you told her everything, still tearfully but much more coherently this time. You avoided the details, briefly skipping from one utterance to another, as your conversations had gone, and you were very much thankful she didn't press for more information about the prospect of the situation. If it hadn't been her sporadic gasps or loud inhales of breath, you would have almost presumed she wasn't listening. However, she was, and as soon turned out, Pansy was as well.

"That's bananas!" Pansy shouted somewhere from the back as you had ended, and despite your gloom, you giggled quietly at her comment.

"Shush," Daphne tried to silence her, covering up the fact she had put you on the speaker. You didn't mind because you knew Pansy, who would definitely expect Daphne to cite the whole conversation if needed. But knowing Daphne as well, you could bet she flushed more than she would want to at that point. "So it all started because of the cake?"

"And the delay," you added. "But it's not just about that, obviously. It feels like... he completely stopped caring. And I don't want to be stuck in a relationship where everything is about sex and having fun only. Draco wasn't looking for a commitment, which..."

"Sucks,"ended this time Pansy unhesitatingly, who wasn't now screaming from the other part of a room but openly participating in the discussion.

"Yeah," you agreed.

"As for me, I think he might love you more than you know, Y/N." It was Daphne talking again, and she sounded positively convinced about her view as for someone who had hardly exchanged any word with Draco for the past few years. As if reading your thoughts, she continued. "I've observed you a lot. I know he might seem unemotional, but it's you who discovered him. That must require a lot of trust, you know."

You contemplated, and some of the memories and images from your first encounter run across your brain, try as might to suppress it: spotting each other at the party; binging some whisky shots together; flirty teasing; the very masculine scent of cologne; and then... more spicy recollections -- eager lips pressing against each other; against each others' necks; against other parts of the body; stripping off the clothes in the passionate haste...

Receiving a long moment of silence, Daphne took a second chance and asked. "And what's with you? Do you want to end it?"

It felt like standing before the oracle of truth. Therefore, you couldn't deny it in front of yourself. "No."

"So what're you still doing there?" commented Pansy impatiently, and you could imagine her rolling the eyes. "Get out and find him!"

She was right. You will.

XOXOXOXO

"I thought I'd find you here..."

No. Actually, you didn't.

You had tracked Draco's phone with your own one with some help of an app that, as the two of you had established still in the relationship, would be a good idea in case of an emergency. That in itself proved to be more than helpful, believing that your argument may be pinned as something in terms of an emergency, right?

So having access to his location, you had found out he was in the park where he had taken you on the first date, shortly after dinner, to watch the sunset that, as he had described, 'was a typical cliche from every romantic movie.'

But you had fallen for that. So much.

You hadn't been aware the place had actually some meaning for him until now, and that... God, that he had even remembered it. Time showed, however, that it indeed did, to which your heart reacted with a happy jolting. But also with a nasty sting of nostalgia following shortly after.

Yet, that only had encouraged you to make up your mind and go looking for him, which hadn't been such a difficult task per se. He was sitting on the bench, in the shade of a tree, and hiding his a little too delicate skin from the sun rays. As soon as he had heard your voice, his gray eyes flew up to see you standing a few meters away.

"What are you doing here?" was the immediate question that tumbled out of his mouth. He arched his eyebrow, and to your surprise, he didn't even look angry or sad with you. Nothing near the edge; actually, almost something like the amusement was painting on his face.

"Aren't you mad with me?" you asked intrigued, completely forgetting about his question.

He frowned. "Why would I be?" His tone was so mild that you weren't sure if he was referring to the double meaning; but then he smirked playfully and said, "Besides, I knew you were coming."

"Wha-- How?" you asked, eyes dilating a fraction, in shock.

He smirked, pointing at his phone in an explanatory manner. After a moment, you finally figured out what he meant: the app must have registered he had been tracked and that your phone was trying to find his. At this notice, you reacted with a wave of flush, suddenly regretting your previous lie. His smile only widened at your expression. "Wanna sit? It's plenty of room here."

"Mhm..." You nodded, pleased to accept his offer, and walked over to the bench, doing your best to hide the evident embarrassment on your face. You felt strange he had taken you with such ease, seeing as merely two or three hours ago, you had burst at him like a cram-full volcano of unspoken emotions.

Draco shifted a package from his side, making more space for you to sit, and it took you a moment to realize it was a McDonald's cake from earlier. Everything started from that -- a stupid, little piece of cake which stood up between...

You shook the thought away, taking a seat next to him, close enough to smell his sandalwood cologne. "You didn't answer my question," Draco reminded you. "What's so important to make you track my phone?"

"I'm sorry, okay?" You rounded your face to him, flustrated, leaning at the backrest of a bench. "That's why I came. I wanted to apologize."

"Oh... Couldn't you call?"

You sighed. "I figured you wouldn't want to talk to me after...you know... our quarrel," you said half-despondent, half-desperate, watching your feet as if it were the most interesting thing to peer at now. "I didn't mean what I said earlier."

"I know," he said. Out of nowhere, he was gently grasping your palms which forced you to look up directly into his intense gaze. His eyes were swirling like molten silver at you. "But I should be apologizing, love. I made a mistake, okay?" His hands traveled all across to your tense shoulders, squeezing them lightly. "I know I should be more... affectionate with you. And this was...dumb. A dumb mistake. With that cake. But I'll try to be better if you give it another shot."

He looked so serious that you instantly believed him. You wanted to actually, with all force of longing, which grew up too rapidly in you when he wasn't around. Draco was a fool, you could easily say. But he was your fool, which was a thing you couldn't be more proud of.

Peeking slowly in the other direction, you asked, out of the topic, "You remembered the place?"

"Of course," he puffed jokingly, smiling. "Our first date. Officially our place from then on."

"Right..." You smiled back.

Honestly, the mere fact that he had called this spot 'yours' warmed up your heart, and you felt yourself grinning at his never-before-discovered emotionality. To assure yourself you weren't the only one caring, it was all you needed to hear.

The whole moment was intense, and now, you realized, is when you should have hugged him. Kissed him. Said something back at his sincere endearment.

But instead, spotting plastic cutlery next to your 'gift', you asked, "So what's the taste of the birthday cake?"

And you knew he had caught the subtext of your playful inquiry. And you knew that soon you would work things out again. But, as for now...

"I thought you would never ask."

XOXOXOXO

A/N: Looooooool. Such a drama-comedy, right? And I could easily say It feels like 50% Draco-x-Reader / 50% Draco-x-BirthdayCake... But whatever (2am is working like a drunken bud, folks). Happy beginning of August :)

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24kmagiic · 4 years ago

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Lazy Klonnie/Bonnie Week 2021

It seems as though our numbers are dwindling and since I don’t really have the time I once had to create a beautiful graphic, here I am stepping out on faith with just my words to get the creative juices going. For those of you still out there with an interest and a need, I invite you to participate in Lazy Klonnie Week. Post those long forgotten WIPs, drabbles, head cannons, pics, ideas, anything Klonnie related. To keep with a theme, please see the below schedule.

Sunday April 4: Forgotten WIPS Day

Post whatever you have or whatever you’ve deleted off the internet in the past. I think we can all agree that at this point, anything, finished or not, is better than nothing. :) As a writer, I know it’s easy to get caught up in perfection but as a reader, I implore you to post anything. (I understand how scary this is lol, but do it. If its not perfect, no one cares but you.... and that one anonymous reader that secretly hates on you but they don’t count.)

Monday April 5: Adopt a Fic Day

Create fanfiction of your favorite fanfiction. I cannot express this part enough but, if you can, contact the original author for permission and, at the very least if they’re no longer around, GIVE CREDIT WHERE CREDIT IS DUE! Do not steal. I will find you and fight you personally. No cap. Create your own fairytale ending of what you wished happened in a story or create an entirely new spin-off. (BUT MAKE IT YOUR OWN!) As a writer, I’ve always secretly wished someone would do this with something I’ve written because honestly sometimes I think my shit sucks and know that someone could do my crappy idea way more justice lol. (If you absolutely don’t want anyone touching your work, let me know and I’ll make it known.)

Tuesday April 6: Review a Defunct/Abandoned/Old Fic Day

Silent readers, keep reading. I know you’re out there. You tell on yourselves all the time. You message writers years later like “I LOVED YOUR STORY...” but yet there are no reviews to back up your claim lmao. Go back and review a story that touched your life. Hell, this don’t even have to be Klonnie related just do it. Let me tell you, it works. I had a reader write a review to one of my stories that touched me so deeply, it revived my entire writing career, no cap. Sis pulled me from the depths of hell. Thanks girl. Her excitement for my story brought me back after I’d abandoned it for FIVE DAMN YEARS. Anything is possible. Go show someone you care and tell them how their writing of Klonnie (or any pairing) made you feel. Even if they’re long gone, they will get that email notification and they will see it and who knows, they may come back. Awake those sleeping giants! A lot of content creators disappear because there is no audience.

Wednesday April 7: Graphic Creators Day

Post what you got and keep it moving. Post those drafts, finish a gif-set from 800 years ago that you’ve abandoned (I know I have one). Just offload what you have because years from now, no one will care about how perfect it was, just that it’s there.

Thursday April 8: Drabble/Head Cannon Day

Unleash those endless strings of thought onto us. Share ideas of what you wished happened, what you wish you had the chance to read. Rant about Bonnie’s injustice for old times sake. Put your ideas out there and hopefully, someone will pick it up and run with it.

Friday April 9: ...Pick It Up And Run With It Day

Take those ideas and do something with them. Anything. Help.

Saturday April 10: Give Back Day

Write a Comedy. Write a Shakespearean tragedy. Write something. Even if you’ve never written a single thing in your life, try. Don’t be a silent reader all your life. If not, thank a content creator for what they’ve done. We wanna read/consume media too. We get tired reading each other’s stuff over and over again lol. Not that it’s not good but we want to see knew people, new ideas, new perspectives. Rewrite the entire TV show from a nosey neighbor’s perspective or something.

Sunday April 11: Free Day

Enjoy what you’ve had a hand in creating this week.

You have a week to spread the news and get on board.

I’ve noticed in the tags the concern behind our dwindling numbers and that’s largely because content is being consumed without positive feedback and encouragement. I’m not saying it’s absolutely mandatory but in a way, it is. If you want the plant to grow, you gotta water it baby. :)

You may post on any platform but be sure to link it in the tag below so that we can all track it efficiently.

Official Tag: #KlonnieWeek2021

Happy Shipping! :)

#klonnie #bonnie bennett #klonnie week 2021 #official tag #i'd tag the other ships but this is for klonnie specifically #the ship wars be real outchea lol #still if you see this and are apart of another bonnie ship #please chip in!#here goes nothing #like this if you want to participate #message me if you have questions #although communication is not my strongest lol #imma try for yall doe #personal #klonnieweek2021

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hacawijo · 4 years ago

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Oh YEAH 😂 We’re Allowed to Just Support Our Ships Because We Like Them (Or, some reasons why I WANT Elriel to be endgame)

Tagging alternate ships because I want to hear from others why they love the ships they love!

Last night I asked myself a question I haven’t asked about a ship in a really long time: Why do I ship it (Elriel)?

I think that fans and shippers get so mired in evidence and proving that something will or won’t happen that we forget to sometimes just think about why we are in fact so passionate about the ships we like. Don’t get me wrong, I love evidence and theory and proof and close-reading posts - I’ve made a bunch, I’ll continue to make them, and I love reading them - but I’ve forgotten that it doesn’t always have to be about proving myself right or others wrong or about the great conversations/debates I have with other respectful, whip-smart shippers.

So, this post isn’t really about why I THINK Elriel will happen, it’s about why I WANT Elriel to happen. And I would love to hear the same from others about their own ships (Elriel, Gwynriel, Elucien, Vucien, or otherwise!).

1. As far as I can tell, it’s what the characters want. I really love Elain and Azriel. I think that Elain is different from pretty much every other Maas heroine and I’m always interested to see how she reacts to things. I also admire that she embraces small acts of kindness and thoughtfulness over grand gestures. I think that Elain’s love language is often thankless, and that’s something I want to learn more about. I also love Azriel. I especially love his relationships with Feyre and Nesta, and that, similarly to how I feel about Elain, I’m never exactly sure how he will react to something.

Setting aside those things, and many other little bursts of personality and character that I’ve enjoyed, I also think that both Elain and Azriel have suffered greatly in their lives, and I just want them to be happy. From everything I’ve read, it seems like the thing that is going to make both of them happy is if they are able to spend their lives together as partners.

Don’t get me wrong, I deeply care about Lucien and Gwyn as well (more thoughts on their characters in other posts will be coming). I want Lucien to be chosen and to feel valued and essential to another person’s life, and I want him to have a real home. I want Gwyn to continue to have agency over her life and claim the things she wants to claim (whether they be skills or friendships or recognition or what-have-you). But, as I see it, the scenario in which the most characters whom I love will be happy in the longterm is if Elain and Azriel are together. Which leads me to number...

2. I want Lucien and Gwyn to have their own stories, and as it stands right now, there is no way for Elucien or Gwynriel not to have a bunch of space taken up by Elriel. Angst has been established and it will need to be resolved before any endgames beside Elriel can happen. I don’t want the first half of Elucien or Gwynriel’s story to low-key be about Azriel and Elain. I want Gwyn to avoid that car crash altogether and have something totally new and her own. Obviously it’s more complicated for Lucien - he will be involved in Elriel no matter what because he is Elain’s mate. But from what I can tell, Elain just doesn’t want to be with him, and I don’t believe that Lucien wants someone who doesn’t want to be with him (again, I’m not trying to prove anything in THIS post, this is just what I think based on my readings of the books 🙃).

What’s more, I’m definitely not convinced that Lucien has any feelings for Elain beyond the mating bond - I don’t think they’re compatible. I think Lucien is good at talking to and figuring people out and that he likes to banter and flirt and be in the middle of things. I think it’s possible that pre-cauldron Elain could have vibed with that, but post-cauldron Elain is a different person. She is often content to listen and love and take up her own little corner of the world (and it’s not just being meek, she stands up to Nesta and PROTECTS that little corner of the world when it is threatened both then and when it comes to danger from outside forces). I just think Elain and Lucien would each be happier with someone else, and I think that Elain’s choice should be respected, and it’s pretty clear to me that she’s choosing Azriel right now.

You might be saying that Feysand’s early life was steeped in the angst and resolution of Tamlin and Feyre’s relationship, but here’s why it seems different to me. Feyre and Rhys’s relationship felt so separate from Feyre’s relationship with Tamlin because he was an antagonist in that story. In this case, any kind of love triangle/rhombus/word cloud is going to be tangled and far messier because all of the characters involved are beloved. And, Feysand had 2.5 whole books to build their story - whichever of the couples I’ve just talked about that end up endgame will pretty much only have one book and second- and third-hand hints that range from fairly numerous (Elriel) to hardly developed at all.

3. I want a love that flies in the face of the mating bond. I’m kind of over the mating bond thing. I think that I loved Feysand because Rhys and Feyre grew to love each other alongside their bond. Feyre fell in love with Rhys without knowing that she was his mate, and the mating bond was like a fulfillment of that love, that love was not really a fulfillment of the mating bond. Cassian and Nesta actually feels like a much more traditional mating bond story, in that they were deeply connected from minute one. The angst in that relationship came from Nesta’s inner turmoil and need for growth and independence to know and accept herself.

I’m ready for a bond that doesn’t work! I’m ready for some great people (who are apparently very different from a lot of previous nobility and significant figures in the courts of Prythian when it comes to respecting agency and being kind) who don’t let the cauldron dictate their lives to them. I don’t want to watch Lucien and Elain succumb to the bond, and I don’t really want Azriel to be chosen because of a mating bond with Gwyn. I want him to be chosen above a mating bond. And I want Elain to do the choosing!

4. I want to see Elriel because I think a relationship between them would be wholly different from Feysand and Nessian - and I don’t think that’s as true with Elucien and Gwynriel. I think that Lucien is more similar to Rhys and Cassian attitude-wise than Azriel and I think that Gwyn is more similar to Feyre and Nesta attitude-wise than Elain. I want to read about a love between two people who aren’t sassy and flirty and bold. Not that I don’t LOVE those ships as well, but I like it when Sarah does something a little different. Elorcan, for example, is one of my absolute favorite ships of all-time partially because it feels totally different from everything else in Throne of Glass (albeit in a different way).

I want to see how someone as kind and thoughtful and modest and romantic as Elain handles her intense lust and the massive potential for conflict and harm in pursuing a relationship with Azriel (and to be clear I don’t want to see her treat Lucien like trash, I want to see her use strengths that belong only to her to prevent harm that might have otherwise occurred if the bond was between Lucien and another). I want to see how someone as closed-off, controlled, cynical, and often melancholy as Azriel handles desire that contradicts his loyalties and the qualities on which he prides himself, and how he handles someone who sees him- really sees him, and just makes him un-complicatedly happy.

5. Also, as I said, I’m not going to get far into evidence or proof, but I do think the bread crumbs are pointing toward Elriel, and I do like to be right lol

Thank you for reading, as always I want comments and dialogue and thank you for being fans of these books with me!

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