#No its not because it full of detail or anything

[dangerousstrawberryshark]

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⚖Pairing(s)⚖→ Andy Barber x male reader ⚠CW⚠→ gay-sex, gay, bottom male reader, top Andy Barber, cockwarming, daddy kink, age difference (the reader is 25 and Andy is 43), breeding, creampie, anal play, anal fingering, bondage (he uses his tie.), anal sex, sort of friends to lovers, and marking (biting and kissing.).  ⚖Rating⚖→ Explicit ⚖Request⚖→ Yes

⚖Word Count⚖→ 3.2k

⚖Summary⚖→ Life was spiraling out of control for Andy. His son got accused of murder and is trying to clear his name while fighting with his wife, which escalated to a divorce. The only thing he can look forward to is seeing his legal assistant. He found solace in your presence, but these feelings transformed into a deeper meaning.

Read before continuing: IF YOU ARE YOUNGER THAN 18 OR ANY OF THE WARNINGS MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE, DO NOT CONTINUE READING! 

This fic does not follow the Defending Jacob series and stands on its own! I haven’t watched the show yet, so there might be some mistakes.

“You’re doing good, baby. Warming my cock like a good boy.” Andy purrs as he gives small thrusts into your tight heat. His hands roam your naked body as he licks and bites your nape area. His teeth grazing your skin, grip tightening as he starts thrusting faster into your ass. His heavy breathing brushes against your ear. 

“I’m the luckiest man to have an assistant like you. Taking my cock and finding everything I need. I love you so fucking much,” Andy said as he pulled your head back, smashing his lips against yours. You would return the gesture, but you weren’t listening to the older man's words. Your mind turned into mush from Andy’s cock hitting all the right places, his large and warm hands making contact with your skin, and the bites and kisses he marks on your skin. 

You gasped as Andy’s rough hand wrapped around your weeping cock. His thumb swirls around your cockhead, gathering the translucent precum and lathering your cock with it. The older man grins as he licks your neck, thrusting faster and encouraging you to hump his hand. 

It was euphoric to be in the hands of someone older and more experienced. His gentle touches, mixed with his roughness, were everything you wanted. Andy was loving and had some dominance in him. He was a lawyer, and the stress of the profession and having to find a way to clear his name was stressful. Thankfully, he had you, his young, loving, and submissive boyfriend. Sometimes, you remember the memories and moments that led to the scene you are in now. 

It’s been almost a year since it happened. 

One year ago

You had been friends with Andy for a long time. You first met him when you got your bachelor’s in paralegal studies and ended up as his assistant. The two of you became friends after a while. Something clicked when you met him. Andy didn’t notice, but you certainly did. However, you never engaged because the older man was married and had a kid. It was also unprofessional for an assistant to pin after their boss.

Everything was going great for the most part, although you couldn’t get your feelings to change. If anything, they only worsened as Andy always praised you or gave you a slight touch. His affirmations and physical touch made your cock ache– maybe touch starved - and being lonely best described you. You always craved his touch and the words of affirmation from Andy, who was dominant but loving towards you.  He saw you as a son, mainly due to the age difference. 

Then it happened. You heard the news that Andy’s son, Jacob, was accused of murder and was swiftly arrested, awaiting trial. You watched the older man going into overdrive as he tried to clear his son’s name of the accusation. He had you conduct research, draft the documents, collect the evidence, etc. He was stressed, but it only got worse. 

You didn’t know the full details, but Andy and his wife were getting divorced. You assumed it was because Jacob was accused and the older man worked so much that he neglected his wife. Andy now has to deal with Jacob, and a divorce is the final nail in the coffin. 

The divorce proceeding went swiftly and dividing the assets was quick, but the trial for Jacob’s innocence was still going. Andy turned to you for relief and comfort. You would sometimes wake up at odd hours of the night to loud banging outside. Opening the door, you were often met with a disheveled Andy, his hair and clothing messed up as he wobbled into your living room. He would blabber and cry as he laid on the couch, and being the good friend you were, you comforted and soothed the older man. 

Andy was grateful for your presence and comfort during the hardest time in his life. You even reprimanded him for overworking and drinking too much. You were a rock for him, a foundation on which he could stand. It was during a time like this that the older man began reevaluating his feelings for you. He knew he was bisexual but never had any attraction to you. He only saw it as a platonic relationship.

As time passed, the older man began to notice things he never did about you; little quirks and some physical attributes. He found it cute, sometimes catching himself checking you out. Andy would glance whenever you tripped, getting a good view of your ass. The way your tight dress pants would hug your ass was boner-popping. 

Whenever you would leave for lunch, Andy would sit back and unzip his pants, pulling his aching cock and stroking it, letting his imagination run wild. The older man would imagine you laid out on his desk, naked and heaving, your body covered with his marks and cum, and your eyes filled with want and lust as you beg for him. 

“Fucking hell.” Andy moans as he fucks his hand, imagining it's you beneath him and his hand is your ass. The older man’s groans bounced off the wall, precum oozed from his cockslit; spreading the liquidy substance all over his cock, making it easier to thrust into his hand. He imagines you moaning for him, crying for him to go faster.

“Of course, baby, anything for you.” Andy groans as he fucks his hand faster. His heavy balls slapping against his hands… plap, plap, plap, plap. He imagines you crying from his large cock hitting your bundle of nerves deep inside your ass. The older man licks his lips as he feels his balls tightening, cum rushing to erupt out of the cockslit. 

The older man’s imagination then flashed to him and you kissing as he gave one thrust and bred you. In the real world, Andy gave one thrust into his hand, ropes of pearly cum squirted out, painting his suit and beard with the thick white liquid. He was breathing hard from his most intense orgasm yet. 

Post-nut clarity set in: he had jerked off to his friend, whom he considered to be his son, and nothing else. Andy didn’t feel bad though, something in him was telling him that it was alright. The age difference was notable, he was eighteen years your senior. He should feel ashamed, but he didn’t– he felt thrilled. 

The next few days left Andy confused about his feelings. Everything you did for him, he liked it —no, he loves you! He enjoyed being around you and being in your presence. He loved you and lusted for you! Andy kept telling himself he wouldn’t jerk off to thoughts of you in compromised positions, but that was a lie. 

For every day, for the next few weeks, the older man would jerk his cock to you. He would have multiple orgasms a day, but no more how many times, his cock was still hard. It was like he was a teenager again, discovering the world of gay porn. Nothing worked, he needed the real thing, he needed you. 

A week later

It was another hang-out, like always, with Andy coming over for dinner and chilling while watching movies or doing random stuff in your room. You didn’t know what led to this moment, but you were pinned down on your bed by the older man, his calloused hands holding yours down. You could feel Andy’s scruffy beard grinding against yours as his lips pressed against yours. 

Andy’s body was grinding against yours. You could feel his large cock straining in his pants. “You taste delicious,” the older man says as he lets out a breathy groan before diving back into your mouth. His tongue pushes past your teeth and invades your oral cavity. It was easy for Andy to establish his dominance over you. 

It was hot. The sensation of Andy’s cock grinding against yours, the heated kiss, and the heavy breathing was making your cock painfully erect and throbbing. The older man pulled back and looked at you– it was everything he imagined. Your body is disheveled: your hair is messed up and tangled, your lips are swollen with drool coating around them, and your soft pants as you try to calm down. The sight served to make Andy’s cock harder. 

Without wasting any time, Andy began stripping. He hastily took off his clothes, fumbling with his zipper before his glorious body was fully exposed to you. Without fear of receiving backlash, you admired and gazed upon the older man’s body. Your delusional dreams before Andy’s divorce weren’t so delusional after all. 

Andy’s body was huge. The older man grinds as you admire his body. He started to flex his muscles, showing his large biceps. He had chiseled abs that looked sculpted by God himself, you just wanted to trace your tongue against them. His pectorals looked big too, most likely hard but soft to touch and grope. He’s also very hairy, especially around his pecs and abdomen area– a happy trail leading down to his crotch and pubic region.

Speaking of the crotch region, Andy’s cock was perfect: size, thickness, and eavy hanging balls, swollen with so much cum. You could tell that he likes keeping his groin groomed and not too hairy– just how you like it. 

“Come on, darling. Don’t leave me hanging.” Andy says as he pulls you closer to him. His hands roam your body as he removes your clothing until your naked divine body is revealed to him. The older man drinks in your appearance– magnificent and perfect. He doesn’t know why he was blind to you before, but it's better that he realized now than never. 

He held you closer to him, worshipping your body with his mouth and hands. One of his legs pushed between your legs as he laid you down on the bed. You gasp softly as Andy’s hands squeeze your hips and knead the flesh of your ass. His mouth sucks and bites around your neck, making sure he leaves his mark on your body. You start humping his thick thigh, grinding your throbbing cock and smearing precum all over Andy’s thigh. 

“Can I do this?” Andy says, pulling himself off of you and gesturing to his tie. You knew what the older man was thinking and agreed on the spot. Andy uses the tie and wraps it around your wrists, putting you in bondage. He tightens it but makes sure it wasn’t tight enough to hurt you. The fantasies the older man had about you were coming true. 

“There’s lube on the nightstand,” you said, moving your head in the direction. Andy nods and reaches out for it. He grabs the bottle and pops it open, squirting a generous amount of the substance on his fingers. One hand gripping your tied wrists while the other one went down to your ass. 

You start breathing heavily as you feel Andy’s thick fingers circling the rim of your hole. Biting your lips as this was the first time you’ve had sex. “I need you to calm down, baby boy. Breathe.” Andy says as he kisses your knee. Your body started to relax, allowing Andy to slowly push his thick fingers in. 

Air was kicked out of your lungs as you felt the older man’s thick digits push deeper into your tight heat. Your moans got louder with each time Andy thrust his fingers deeper. Arching your back as you felt yourself riding his thick digits.  Following what you were doing, Andy began thrusting them faster– each time you pushed down, Andy pushed up. 

Suddenly, one particular thrust caused you to ascend to a higher plane. You scream in pleasure and Andy correctly assumes that that must be your prostate. The older man began making sure to hit that same spot, memorizing it. You feel your cock was about to erupt, Andy was gonna give you an anal orgasm. However, the older man didn’t want that. He wanted you to cum from and on his dick. 

Andy pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his large cock. He slowly sinks in, groaning and biting his lips as his cock is swallowed by your tight and warm hole. The older man pushed until he was completely inside, his heavy balls pressing against your ass. This was better than any pussy Andy had had. It was tight but not tight enough to where it felt like his dick was being suffocated. He always wanted to try anal but his wife declined.  He never pushed the topic and just buried the thought of anal sex. 

Whatever level of ascension Andy set with his fingers paled in comparison to his cock. You were higher than ever before; on a different plane of existence. Your ass was filled to the brim with the older man’s cock. You could feel every vein and crevice of Andy’s cock. It felt like the puzzle piece you’ve been looking for all your life was found and connected with yours. Your moans could be heard throughout the apartment building, you are most likely gonna receive noise complaints tomorrow. 

Andy gave you time to adjust to his size. It felt like he was going to burst instantly. Your ass tightened around him with a vice grip. His breathing got heavier as he didn’t want to cum just yet and leave you unsatisfied. After a few minutes, you permit Andy to move. 

“J-Jesus Christ… fucking hell… you feel so good baby.” Andy moans as his hands grip your hips. He began giving slow thrusts, sliding his cock in and out your tight ass softly, his thickness stretching you perfectly and his cockhead teasing your prostate. Your cock was weeping, oozing precum over your abdomen as it twitched back to life. 

His thrust got faster as Andy felt himself being consumed by the pleasure. “My God… Oh fuck yes.” Andy’s eyes roll back as he slows down, giving slow but powerful thrusts. His grip tightens as he feels your hole becoming tighter around him and it feels like his cock is melting. Your hands grip the sheets during a short pause before your bundle of nerves are hit again but Andy’s cockhead. 

“Daddy!” you scream before covering your mouth and realizing what you said. You thought Andy would be turned off as he stopped midway. Your face was flustered as you tried to explain that it was mistaken, but the air was punched out as Andy started thrusting fast. “Call me daddy again, baby boy. Call me daddy.” Andy moans as he lost himself and fucks you like a wild beast. Ramming his cock deeper into your depths and abusing your prostate. You could feel your body becoming overstimulated.

“D-daddy! F-feels so good~ making me feel so good~” You cry as your back arches. You start to push back, meeting Andy’s thrusts. The older man’s groans grow louder, “I know, baby. You love daddy how is fucking this tight ass? This?” Andy said before slapping your thigh, grinning as he watches the flesh jiggle from the impact. “This ass belongs to me.”

You could hear the sounds of Andy’s heavy balls slapping against your ass, your groans and moans mixing with his to become a symphony of gay sex. Your cock was bobbing and slapping against your abdomen. “Yeah, you like that? You love daddy’s cock don’t you?” the older man growls as he leans down and starts sucking your neck, leaving marks to show that you belonged to him. 

“I love your cock, daddy~ So perfect! It fills me perfectly~” you cry as you wrap your arms around Andy, pulling the older man closer to you. Andy became deaf to everything, only hearing your moans and cries for him– calling him daddy as he fucks your ass, but more soppily. His cock was throbbing inside and balls were tightening as he was ready to bust his load. 

“I’m gonna cum, baby. Want me to cum inside this ass? Breed you till my cum oozes out this hole.” Andy growls as he bites and nimbles your neck softly. “Y-yes! Yes, p-please… oh god… inside! B-breed me, breed me, breed me!” You cried desperately, your hole tightening to milk Andy’s large cock of its cum, your fingers digging into the older man’s back. You move one of your hands from your side to jerk your weeping cock, wanting to cum with the older man. 

“Almost there baby… cum!” Andy growls as he sinks his teeth into your skin, digging them as he wants to leave a permanent mark. He gave one last thrust before a wave of cum floods your hole. Your velvet walls were painted white as the older man kept filling you with his thick cum. Your cock spurts its load after the feeling of being bred and marked was the breaking point. Your chest was painted with your thick pearly substance. 

You could feel Andy’s larger body collapsing on top of yours. It was quiet besides the heavy panting and breathing. You both bask in each other's presence. Andy slowly pulls out, a loud plop sound echoing with cum gushing out your gaping hole. You whimper at the feeling of being empty and hug the older man tighter. A moment of silence falls over the room before you speak.

“I love you, Andy– daddy~” you say, saying daddy in a teasing tone. Andy laughs before returning the same gesture. “I love you too, baby.”  

Ever since that day, you and Andy have been in a relationship. About 7 months into the relationship, the older man asked if you wanted to move in with him, and you gleefully accepted. He did have rules for you; you were to be naked at all times, only dressed whenever guests arrived. Andy wanted to have full access to you. He also wanted you to cockwarm him while he worked and did your research. For a man his age, Andy was certainly horny, fucking in every corner of his house. 

You didn’t mind at all, as long as you got to be with him. 

THE END

A/n: hello, my strawberries! I hope you enjoy this fic! Took me a while due to procrastination. Also had to watch a porn video of a guy humping a pillow and moaning… the things fanfiction writers look up and watch.  TAGLIST: @hiddens-eden @spnfanboy777 @buckyshusband0 @zamfam4272 @raspberryyuuki @maxxioislost @furiousflowercreation @ghostking4m @sluttyhusband @wolf-knights @your-cow-boy @mack-thedork @starboye @boypied @geminiflanagan69 Very special thanks to my proofreader; @sagethegaywitch Join my taglist!

[22ayla21]

Thank you for doing my request!!🥺🫶🏻🫶🏻 It was so adorable to see her child expressions when they heard their mom tell them that she used to be nameless.

Can I req again but this time with their child (or with amphoreus men too) go to the express and explore other planets maybe like Penacony or Xianzhou Luofu? If you don't mind, I love your work!! Thank youu🫶🏻🫶🏻

Children's Journey Among the Stars

Astral Express comes to visit their old friend, and seeing that her children have the same spark of the Nameless, they decide to arrange a little adventure for them.

When the Astral Express arrived on Amphoreus, it was quite an event. The children, raised in the traditions of Amphoreus, were delighted by this mysterious train that crossed the stars. And Mydei, too, was so happy to see when the people cheerfully got off the train and greeted his wife with obvious warmth.

He may not have been a fan of surprises, but here he watched with a warm smile as his wife was immediately surrounded by her old comrades: Welt with her unfailing reserve, Himeko with her gentle smile, March 7 - always energetic and talkative, Dan Heng - the one who kept the most distance, and, of course, the Trailblazer, whose cheeky smile immediately made Mydei want to assess his strength.

When the children learned that their mother had previously traveled with these people across the galaxy, they literally stuck to her with questions. The youngest tried to climb aboard the train, while her older brother tried to pretend to be serious and reserved, but his fiery gaze betrayed genuine admiration.

The Express team, observing the children's reactions, suggested: why not arrange a little adventure for them? Penaconia with its eternal festival and Xianzhou with its great fleet seemed like great places to show the children the beauty of the universe.

Mydei was initially against it. As Chrysos Heir and the main protector of Amphoreus, he could not just leave him. But his confidants (some with respect, some with a sly grin) reminded him that time spent with family is priceless.

When they finally got on board, the children were running around the Express, looking at every detail. The eldest son tried to act reserved, but his wide eyes gave him away when he saw Pom-Pom for the first time. The youngest daughter was already trying to climb onto one of the sofas in the main car without a shadow of a doubt, while March 7 was telling her about her mother's adventures.

When they got to Penaconia, the children literally fell in love with the place. Huge bright lights, endless festivals, sweets and games - it was a real paradise. Even Mydei could not hide his slight surprise at the thoughtfulness of this world.

The eldest son, trying to prove that he was "serious like his father", tried to participate in some kind of contest, but almost ended up involved in a strange betting game. Mydei literally pulled him out of the crowd with one hand, throwing a murderous look at the organizers. The youngest daughter had to be caught almost every five minutes, because she wanted to try everything.

If Penaconia was chaos to him, then Luofu Xianzhou inspired respect. Discipline, order, ancient traditions - there was something in it that he understood. He was even offered to participate in training duels, and, to his wife's surprise, he agreed. She was even more surprised when their son, watching the duel, began to secretly imitate his father's movements.

When the journey was over, the children were so full of emotion that they couldn't stop talking about it. Even Mydei, though he kept his usual equanimity, allowed himself a slight smirk from time to time, watching their delight. His wife only smiled softly, knowing that despite his grumbling, he would not give up this experience for anything.

When they returned, the eldest son, looking at the stars, said:

- Mom, I want to be like you when I grow up. I want to see the worlds.

Mydei, hearing this, grinned, but said nothing. His wife only squeezed his hand, feeling how pride for his son and fear for his future fought within him.

When his wife's former comrades arrive on Amphoraeus, Anaxa is initially wary. They are loud, lively, and bring chaos to his orderly world - and this irritates him a little. However, seeing how happy his wife is to meet her old friends, he restrains his comments and simply observes their interactions.

The children, however, are immediately impressed: their mother is not just a scientist, but a real traveler who once plied the vastness of the universe! They run around the carriage, looking into every room, bombarding Himeko and Welt with questions about how this majestic ship is controlled. The Trailblazer and March 7 arrange a "mini-tour" of the Express for them, telling funny (and slightly exaggerated) stories about their adventures.

Anaxa, having entered the ship, behaves reservedly, but it is clear that even he is impressed by the technical perfection of the ship. When the idea of showing the children other worlds comes up, Anaxa is at first skeptical - he has responsibilities. However, his confidants convince him: he cannot always live only on work, and the children will remember this trip for the rest of their lives. Succumbing to their arguments (and, perhaps, to the pleading look of his wife), he agrees.

For the children, Lofu Xianzhou is something out of fairy tales: floating sky islands, majestic warships, graceful architecture. The girls especially liked the shopping district, where an old acquaintance, Miss Tingyun, a beautiful girl from the fox people, bought the girls everything they liked.

Anaxa keeps a low profile, but at one point you can see him studying the local combat maneuvers, pondering tactics and strategies. He even found common topics for conversation with General Jing Yuan himself.

Finding himself in a world of eternal entertainment, the children immediately jump into the flow of joy: carnivals, rides, unusual treats. Anaxa initially experiences culture shock from how noisy and chaotic everything is here, but later begins to relax, watching how happy his children are. His wife, with a slight smile, reminds him that he was once ready to rush into adventures too ... albeit not on such terms.

The Trailblazer, of course, drags him into some ridiculous situation, for example, "accidentally" signing him up to participate in a local competition. Anaxa loses the bet and is forced to participate, and his children, laughing, cheer for him.

On the way home, the children fell asleep on the Express, cuddled together, overwhelmed by the experience. Anaxa and his wife sit nearby, watching them. He quietly admits that the journey was worthwhile, even if he had doubts about its necessity. His wife smiles and says that perhaps they will repeat it someday, to which Anaxa just silently rolls her eyes.

When the Express arrives at Amphoraeus, the children look at it with admiration. They always knew that their mother was a traveler in the past, but now her stories come to life before their eyes. Phainon watches with restraint as his wife greets her old friends with a smile, who remind her of who she used to be with warmth and light banter.

The idea of taking the children on a little space adventure comes almost immediately. Welt, as always reasonable, cautiously suggests the trip, and Himeko nods approvingly, pouring Phainon a strong drink, as if to say, "relax, father of the family, let the children see the world." The Trailblazer and March 7 add to the fun, engaging the children in conversation about the upcoming adventure.

He is well aware that he has responsibilities, but his comrades assure him that everything will be under control. He sighs, looks at the children's shining eyes and his wife's smile, and then reluctantly agrees: "Okay... but only for a little while."

Once on board, the children immediately begin to study every detail. They look around the control cabin, listening with admiration to stories of travel. Trailblazer and March 7 eagerly give them a tour, and Dan Heng answers questions with restraint but patience. Welt watches from the sidelines, comparing their curiosity to a younger version of their mother.

The children are no less impressed by the Loufu Xianzhou. They look at the majestic warships, watch the martial arts battle, and the eldest son even dreams of fighting with the local masters someday. From time to time, Phainon makes comments like: "No way, no fights without serious training," but he himself watches the young fighters with an appraising eye.

Penaconia becomes a real discovery. Bright lights, a festive atmosphere, games, restaurants - the children are delighted. Phainon looks at the toy machines with doubt, but his wife cheerfully hints that such entertainment used to suit her just fine. In the end, he reluctantly gives in and even helps win a prize for the children, receiving a radiant smile in response.

When they return, the children are full of emotions, vying with each other to tell about their impressions. The wife jokes that now Phainon will have to keep an even closer eye on them, because they will definitely want to travel in the future. He just shakes his head, but can't hide his satisfied smile. After all, he enjoyed the trip too.

Phainon realizes that the trip gave not only the children, but also himself the opportunity to see his family from a new perspective. He is grateful to the Express crew for this experience and, although not immediately, he comes to terms with the idea that perhaps this was not their last family voyage among the stars.

[bleeding-star-heart]

Post Veilguard, the entirety of Thedas has a huge reckoning on its hands re: mages

After Solas was defeated, several things are quickly going to become public knowledge: 1) That Solas, an elven deity created the Veil in order to quarantine the Blight. 2) That the elven deities-who were in fact real the whole time-created said Blight by killing the Titans, indirectly screwing over the dwarves in the process. 3) That the elven deities also manipulated the Tevinter empire of old by what is essentially dragon-assisted (metaphorical) Groucho glasses.

4) Finally, that the Tevinter magisters did not in fact release all the Blight onto the world, but merely a tiny amount of it. All these things, when put together, pretty much removes all the blame from the famous Magisters Sidereal. Yes, they did walk into the Fade and bring the Blight into the world. But they aren't responsible for tainting the Golden City (which was likely just Arlathan anyway), their "hubris" didn't create the Blight, and they didn't even bring all of it into Thedas anyway. In other words, everything the Chant of Light claimed about them is total bunk. And thanks to Solas, Elgarnan, and Rook and co., that is public knowledge. And since a huge portion of the Chantry's justification for their treatment of mages is tied up with the Magisters Sidereal... The possibility of a whole new mage rights revolution has opened up. Especially if you take into account the Inquisitor's letters detailing how the Orlesian aristocrats apparently had no problem siding with Venatori. (A piece of bad writing if ever there was one IMO, but that's neither here nor there.) Many previously accepted pro-Templar, anti-mage rights arguments are no longer going to hold water in the face of this new information. After all, you can't indirectly blame all mages for the Blight if the Tevinter magisters are barely responsible for it in the first place. And the threat of demonic possession is a harder sell when the very famous Lucanis is walking around with free will intact. Consequently, a lot of people are going to lose faith in the Chantry and Andrastianism as a whole. Others will fanatically cling to the Chant, denying the truth Rook and co. publicly exposed and choosing instead to paint the Veilguard as heretical liars. These two factions will inevitably oppose each other, and it would be damn near impossible for any sort of reconciliation or "reaching across the isle". Thus making Anders and the Mage-Templar conflict of Inquisition are likely small potatoes compared to what's about to unfold. Of course, one problem is, we don't know how the Mage-Templar conflict was "canonically" resolved. (the default Inquisitor is apparently Lavellan, but that's all Bioware cared to tell us). The factions the Inquisitor sided with, the ruler they chose for Orlais, the identity of Divine Victoria...all that is up in the air. Therefore, the Chantry's reaction could be just about anything. See, if a softened Leliana became Divine Victoria, and the Inquisitor supported the mages, there's hope that all these changes might be more peaceful. Leliana's radical reforms would likely have already paved the way for a peaceful transition to full mage rights. But if Vivienne is Divine, or the Inquisition was pro-Templar, then southern Thedas is fucked. It is violent revolution o'clock. (And not just because of the Blight).

[commiegoth]

Okay at this point I gotta be real: season 2 of Severance has not been nearly as strong as season 1 for me. But I feel like a lotta the criticism I've seen from outlets and stuff has been kinda missing the mark a little bit on why it hasn't been working (to me). Like a lot of the criticisms I've seen kinda go on abt how the show introduces more mysterious elements without resolving them and people on reddit or whatever have their theorizing threads to occupy them but the show is only stringing them along, which is true to a certain degree this season but here's the thing: resolving all the little mysterious elements wasn't really the point in season 1. It kinda didn't matter what the numbers did because the show was really about the characters, and their arcs in terms of "waking up" from the indoctrination innies go through and fighting back. The show is a big ol allegory for working in a corporate office that treats you like shit so it kinda doesn't matter if the numbers do anything because they fulfill the role of mindnumbing busywork and a lot of the other little details are just worldbuilding set dressing and don't need the show to put a lot of attention on them. And of course once the show progresses to a second season we want some of these mysteries to actually get addressed. Of course we're invested in why Mark's dead wife is really alive and of course we're curious about what top secret evil thing Lumon is making the innies participate in through their work. But fundamentally that shouldn't GET IN THE WAY of the focus being on the core cast of characters, their relationship to one another, and the arcs they go through. The thing that, y'know, the show is about.

So the season started out pretty strong. Characters have new motivations since the first season based on where they left off, we have some intrigue with Helena's involvement from the outside (and inside too maybe wink wink), and some new variables introduced with Milchick promoted to floor manager and the "more ethical" changes made to their work environment. Fertile ground for exploring the themes and relationships we loved so much in the first season, oh boy! But then we get to Woe's Hollow and. The characters are dropped into a contextless environment, so we are pulled out of the momentum the preceeding episodes built. And it ends with one of the characters getting fired, so he's cut out of the core dynamic and spends the rest of the season divorced from the primary action, reduced to a secondary character. Then the season chugs along. Then we get an episode entirely devoted to flashbacks and another character divorced from the core dynamic. Then that episode is immediately followed by another episode entirely devoted to a different character divorced from the core dynamic. And then the next episode we see all our main cast again but they're all up to stuff that is, again, divorced from one another and the dynamic that made the first season so interesting, and we, the audience, are reminded of just how little time we've spent with Dylan and Irving and innie Helly this season. Their plot arcs are given a bit of a wrap-up in the lead up to the finale, and we're left to wonder how much more satisfied we might feel if the season had given them adequate time to establish further character development too.

And all this is not to say I hate this season or anything, in fact it's because I LIKE this show so much that it's so disappointing to me when it doesn't reach its full potential. There's plenty of stuff I enjoyed about this season, Milchick's arc in particular, and I liked what we do see of Burt and Irving, the idea behind Dylan's arc, etc. but it feels like wasted potential when we have barely enough time spent on them before their storyline wraps up. And none of the bottle eps are "bad" necessarily as stand-alone episodes, but when you only have ten episodes to tell your story in, it really detracts from the pacing to have like a third of the season draw us away from the stuff that made the first season so interesting. It's the shift away from character arcs and how the main cast of characters influence and interact with one another, and towards addressing the "mysteries" established earlier and then establishing more "mysteries" to build hype for a third season that really hurts the writing and my investment in the show. Even the commentary on capitalism and corporate culture seems to fall to the wayside (again, great ideas but where did they go??), which in conjunction with all the fucking CROSSOVER ADVERTISING we've been seeing leaves a bad taste in my mouth. This show could be good. It could be so so good. Why were these choices made to make it less good. Jesus christ.

[lsd-astronaut]

Hi!! Would you be willing to write some cute headcanons for what it would be like to date the hobbits? The main four (Frodo, Sam, Pippin, Merry) and also Bilbo if you’d like! Preferably a fellow hobbit reader, I wanna live in the Shire so bad haha. Can’t wait to see what you come up with! 😊💛

Hello! Thank you so much for your request, you're a sweetheart 💕I relate SO much to your wanting to live in the Shire, I feel like that could solve 99% of my problems. How lucky that we're getting that Tales of the Shire game in July of this year, eh? Anyways, I hope you enjoy, but keep in mind that this is my first time writing anything for LoTR so I apologize if it's not good.✨

Dating the hobbits (x Fem!Hobbit!Reader)

✦ Frodo

Book dates! He is a certified bookworm and would love to either read to you or do some parallel play where both of you are reading different things in the same room, and there aren't even words exchanged except maybe he is lying on your lap or viceversa, and it's super cozy. If you're not much of a reader but show enough interest, he would still try to recommend you something he thinks you'd like.

Following this line of thought, I believe he can read you so well! He is very perceptive of your moods, and is always two steps forward. However, he won't say anything, and just hand you the thing you need and just smile sweetly as you stand there like "...how" Those blue eyes can bore into your soul.

Can I also say tea parties? I feel like he would love tea (what happens when you have Bilbo as an uncle), and every time he knows you're coming over, he will literally plead for Bilbo to let him use his best tea set, and who is Bilbo to be in the way of young love?

He would also invite you every time he goes to the Green Dragon, and is delighted that you get along with Sam, Merry, and Pippin so well. Frodo just loves the people he considers his family and his heart has space for one more.

✦ Sam

Yeah, this hobbit cannot believe how lucky he is when he asked you out and you immediately said yes. He still cannot believe it as the years pass. It's a feeling he thinks will never go away, which is a good thing because it makes your relationship something that will never lose its shine.

Honestly, I didn't see him as a poet guy, but I'm warming myself to that idea. However, I feel like he wouldn't be writing long sonnets about your beauty, but instead little poems of a few verses, comparing you with a flower of your garden. You can tell when he's writing one of these because he will blush red like a tomato, but you've decided not to tell him for his poor heart's sake. Besides, you love his face when he sees you reading and reacting to one of his poems!

His go-to gift in anniversaries or special days, or sometimes when he feels like it, is bouquets of flowers he picks from his garden. Merry and Pippin tease him for being so down bad for you that he's willing to do that (honestly, you're the only person, not even Mister Frodo gets the privilege), but he chooses to ignore them. He also loves to cook for you on these days and loves to see your face as you try his food.

His family is constantly asking him to bring you over and his poor nerves can only handle so many questions about you two, but he is secretly glad they love you almost as much as he does.

✦ Merry

Certified little shit #1 whom I love very much.

He knows he's pretty and he's not humble at all (secondary effect of rich kid syndrome) but when he started dating you, he was like "wait, I think I actually want to be better for them."

Dates would either consist of full on philosophical conversations fueled by so much pipeweed that would give the two of you the biggest munchies known to man hobbit, or drinking contests in the Green Dragon topped by dancing on top of a table in true hobbit fashion.

Now, on a more serious note, he is SO good at remembering every single little detail about you. You are pretty sure he has a little notebook where he keeps everything you tell him, but alas you haven't seen it, and his lips are sealed. He also keeps strict schedules for dates on more important days, and gets a bit nervous when something happens outside of what he's planned for, but a kiss will surely steer him back on track sooner than you can say 'shire'.

Adores how well Pippin took to you (see what I did there lmao) and is happy to see you both get along even if it sometimes comes back to bite him in the ass when you two team up to either tease or prank him.

✦ Pippin

Certified little shit #2 whom I love very much.

Once again, he knows he's cute and yet he, like Sam, still can't believe you choose to stay with him, but Yavanna forbid if he won't make use of this opportunity he has been given.

He makes so much effort in the relationship. He has to be the best boyfriend ever, and will break his back to make sure you're happy. This would lead to a conversation about your expectations in the relationship and how Pippin does not have to prove his worth constantly. You are not going to get mad at him if he makes a mistake, and he appreciates that.

Sweetheart that loves to talk about you to whoever is present and willing to listen. Frodo, Merry, and Sam still try to listen to him, but if Pippin is drinking, he will just go on and on, and they will probably just tune him out after a bit.

He asks Merry for advice when planning dates for you, and Merry is more than glad to exercise his role of older cousin. The success of said plans between these two is better left to your imagination.

Bonus: Bilbo

He is an indoors hobbit so dates are mainly spent in Bag End with you reading and him writing (parallel play well done is so relaxing and I will die on this hill), or both of you drinking hot cocoa in front of the fireplace as he tells you some stories from his little adventure to the other side of the world.

Dating him would be so entertaining in the sense that you'll always receive visits from so many different relatives. The first time, Bilbo was very apologetic but after seeing you dispatch Lobelia swiftly and politely, he found his heart beating very fast and knows you don't need his protection as much as he wants to keep you safe.

For me, no one died in the Battle of Five Armies, so he would invite you to his yearly trips to Erebor. The dwarves do come by Bag End every once in a while, but he likes to go to the Mountain to see Thorin and Fíli, who can't really go anywhere because of their duties as King and Prince Under the Mountain.

When Frodo's parents die, Bilbo is conflicted between adopting him or not. He doesn't want to impose a whole ass child on you so he sits you down and hears what you have to say about this entire thing. Feels very relieved when you tell him you see no problem in adopting the little hobbit.

Very happy with his family, both hobbits and dwarves.

My first request done! I have no idea why it took so long, I had so much fun writing for this, even though I know these are very general daring headcanons, but you can only get better by writing. Anyways, I hope you like it, and that I did them justice!

Please, like and reblog!

[factual-fantasy]

25 Asks! Thanks y'all :}}🦍

I haven't gone into detail about what I've been battling for anonymity reasons, but there's not much to be said anyways.

Its basically "You don't have anything on this huge list so we're feeling like its probably this. Here's some stuff for you to do and see if it works."

So far I have not been cured. 💀

After reading through these, Cybertron and Beastwars peaked my interest :00 But I just don't think I could stomach the others. Especially not animated 😅

Thank you very much for these reviews tho! It was greatly appreciated!! :))

@mothpendragon

SCREMASS THANK YOU SO MUCH!! :DDDDD

And YEAHHHH LES GOO!!! Another Ratchet fan! :DDD I love Ratchet he's so grumpy and so full of love and care but he wont admit that🧡🧡🧡

@misscherrypie

(Spanish to English translation: I'd like another 45 tangerines)

XDD Yup! That's me for sure. I've wolfed down like 4 bags in the last few weeks! XDD 💞💀

(Referencing this post)

Thank you so much!!! :DDD And I do kind'a wish we saw more of a reaction from Optimus when he saw for himself that Raf was ok at least..

When Ratchet called to Optimus during his battle "Optimus.. we did it." (Referencing that they cured Raf) it didn't look like Optimus heard him.. which made me think that Optimus was going to be noticeably more tense/angry/panicked once he got his memory back. Because as far as he knew Raf was still dying, and that caused him to freak out earlier sooo...

I expected him to look distressed until he walked into the base and saw Raf and realized that he had been cured. Oh well 😔 I can say tho that Optimus immediately addressing Raf by name to make it clear he remembers him was a sweet touch 😌❤️

@gas-station-chip-dip

AAAAAAA THANK YOU!! :DD THAT MEAN A LOT!! :}}}💞💞💞

@1nksp1ll

:DDD THANK YOU!! :}}}}

@badlyblurry (Image is from this post)

HDJHBHBF THANKYIUUUU XDDD IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE HOW I DRAW HIM!!! :}}}}}}

@minnesotamedic186

I just made it up! :0

(Referencing this post)

Ooooo that's a good question. And I kiiind'a think I have an idea for it..?

I imagine that synthetic energon- (when fully completed and when not) is a green/turquoise color. I pictured that the process of making it artificially is what makes it off color. So what if any fluids that their body makes with synthetic energon is ALSO off color? Maybe instead of red tears they would be orange? Or yellow? Probably orange..

Now with dark energon.. I kind of imagined that all the fluids in a transformers body are replaced with dark energon due to its mythical/endlessly powerful nature. Instead of crying lubricant, Megatron just leaks dark energon.. 💀

ALSO SEHFSHEF THANUYOUU XDD

Ah sorry, but I have privated my TFP OC ref sheets. 😥

@imafrealinrainbow478484

Not doing so great today, hoping I feel better tomorrow 😔 Thank you tho! <:) I hope you're feeling better than I am! <XDD

@kaiserdarken

There would be chaos 💀

@artistiemi

HAPPY (late) MARIO DAY!! :DDD

What does this mean 💞💞

@neo-metalscottic

AAAA THANYUU SO MUCH!!! 😭😭💞💞💞

Now for the vehicons.. are they not actually clones? I always assumed they were.. If the canon suggests they aren't clones there's a loooot of rethinking I need to do 💀

(Link in ask)

I thought Tailgate was a bit chaotic I didn't know he was straight up unhinged-

(Takes notes for my tfp Tailgate👀)

(Link in ask)

Breakdown is/was a nurse? Is this canon.? I don't remember that.. I always thought he was just a generic soldier meant to counter the wrecker class :0

Its easy for me to draw through all the sickness and aching, because its my favorite thing to do and cheers me up a lot! :)

@candyglumboy

I've always kind'a liked Sonic. But I'm not sure how I'd dive into making comics for it.. There seems to be a lot of lore I need to catch up on.. 😞

Also I watched the 1st sonic movie and thought it was alright. I've played some odd sonic games here and there too! :)

@doodleclownbunny

AAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!! :DDD

And ooooo! :000 That's a fun Wally design! :)))

YES SIR MR.ANON SIR🫡🫡

@beryl-shade

Well... yes, I suppose it has! 😅

I will keep my eyes peeled for this 👁️👁️

@webbdiverr

Its like they always say, great minds think alike! XDDD

[icewindandboringhorror]

I'm so heavily anti-advertising that all pitches sound goofy silly to me/I can never take them seriously, so I have no idea how I'll manage to to advertise my game even if I do finally finish it soon-ish lol...

[passerinesoncaffeine]

the irony of one the first main things established about omori as a character is that he's known for his great memory as if he hasn't lost the entire fucking plot repeatedly for years.

like he has a great memory!! if you don't take into account He's Actually The God Of Repression.

[in-fair-verona-we-set-our-scene]

Something I really adore about Minthara is she's the only companion--and honestly the only major character really--who truly brings the horror and tragedy of what is being done to the True Souls to the forefront, and reveals just what an awful fate you and the companions avoided by mere chance. Because at that point you're mostly thinking about turning into an illithid and true destruction of the self, not how you would've been a True Soul--but still you--slaughtering your way across the countryside like every other infected.

Because it doesn't matter how good or noble or strong-willed you are. Every companion, from Astarion to Wyll, would've been willing to commit atrocities in the Absolute's name were it not for the Prism.

The way she describes the Absolute is so insidious. How she had no choice, or more accurately her mind had been warped to the point that whatever the Absolute wanted was the best choice she could ever make. Minthara is Minthara, she expresses absolutely no shame for some truly horrid things and proudly claims evil actions taken in the name of survival or faith as her own, and yet what she did under the Absolute's control is what she outright rejects as being in any way her fault. The way Orin tormented her and then it was remembered as something revelatory, divine, rather than a moment of fear and violation, is so fucked up. Minthara is such a genuinely proud woman, so seeing her so affected and her declaration that she'd rather die than have her mind and agency stolen again, is very disturbing.

There are a few moments where the True Souls get a bit of narrative sympathy and humanity. Those siblings outside of the Grove for example. But Minthara is the one who truly brings home how every True Soul is a person who has been taken and violated and exploited with no real say or ability to resist. They are victims and their Chosen-ness is almost a mocking parody of the relationship between the gods (Bhaal, Myrkul, Bane, Shar, Mystra, Vlaakith) and their Chosen (Durge and Orin, Ketheric, Gortash, Shadowheart, Gale, Lae'zel) where the entire farce and delusion of it is laid out for us to see. At the very least the vampire spawn have some sort of will outside of their master, the True Souls don't even get that. And you still have to kill them.

Very fitting for the tragedy-horror theme of the 2nd Act though.

[bonnieisaway]

now in my head i understand and i know it's a very good and cool artistic choice that during the scene in s3 of seven saving thirteen (you all know what i'm fucking talking about let's be so fr do i even need the screenshot) that when it plays back seven actually reaching out for thirteen that it's not a fluid animation and it's frame by frame movements to illustrate how little time they had and how quickly seven was moving to save her. yet however as an editor with a specific taste for my own content i'd fucking love this thing to have a bit more GODDAMN MOVEMENT /J

[22ayla21]

Grandmother's Spirit

No matter how hard the parents try, but because of royal duties they cannot often spend time with their son, but the late grandmother decides to help them so that her grandson does not feel so lonely.

The throne room of the capital of Briar Valley was filled with the sounds of quiet conversation and rustling parchments. Malleus and you, his queen, sat at the table, drowning in a sea of paperwork and state duties. Every now and then your eyes met, but long hours of work deprived you of the opportunity to talk.

Your son, sitting on a small carpet next to you, watched his parents with bored eyes. He felt that they were busy, not paying attention to his small, but important needs. Although he knew that they loved him, the burden of royal duties left them no time for games together or just conversation.

Malleus, without looking up, noticed how his son yawned more and more often and looked around, bored in solitude. He sighed heavily, but could not distract himself from his work. You, sitting next to him, also felt the same guilt. You knew very well that your son felt lonely.

Suddenly, a cool but gentle wind seemed to flow through the air of the castle. It was not like the usual drafts that sometimes walked through the corridors. This wind brought with it quiet, almost imperceptible sounds.

Your gaze moved to the window, but you did not notice anything unusual. The next moment, you felt an icy cold touch your skin. You looked at Malleus, and he, clearly sensing something strange, also put down the parchment, rising from the throne.

- Do you feel it? - he asked, his eyes sparkling, and a mixture of alarm and surprise in his voice. You nodded.

- This is something unusual…

Your words were cut off when suddenly laughter was heard in the hallway – a child’s laughter. It was quiet, but distinct, and its source was none other than your son. You and Malleus stood up at the same time and hurried towards the sound. You didn’t even notice your son leaving the throne room.

When you reached the hallway, you began to look for where his laughter was coming from. When you found it, you saw that next to him stood a figure that you could not forget. A woman in a long dark robe, with black hair that flowed smoothly over her shoulders like water, and with eyes that shone with an emerald light. It was Maleonor, Malleus’s late mother.

You stood there, unable to move, and Malleus seemed to have frozen as well, his gaze full of surprise.

Spirit Maleonor laughed as she played with her grandson, her hands lifting him delicately into the air and gently lowering him. The boy laughed as if he didn't know that his grandmother wasn't something tangible and material.

- Are you... are you my grandmother? - he asked, his eyes shining with happiness.

Spirit Maleonor smiled softly, touching his small horns and said softly:

"Yes, dear. I am your grandmother."

There was a magic in the air that neither of you could quite place, but you knew it was no ordinary spirit. Maleonor was long gone, but her presence was unimaginably alive and warm. Her magic was like the stirrings of an old tree, like the breath of an ancient forest.

Malleus stepped forward, stunned, but you caught his hand, holding him back.

- She will not harm him. This is her spirit.

Your voice was barely audible, but he was certain. Malleus nodded slowly, though his eyes remained intense. He stepped down the corridor, his gaze never leaving the figure of his mother.

- Mother… you… - his voice was hoarse, thick with emotion. - How did you… Why now?

Maleonor’s spirit turned to him, her face calm, but there was a bitterness in her eyes that could not be hidden.

"I came to see my grandson, Malleus. I could feel how lonely he felt, and I couldn't leave him alone." Her voice was quiet, but it sounded confident.

You and Malleus stood, listening as the spirit continued to speak gently to the child. But one detail made you freeze. Maleonor began to sing a lullaby, the same one that Lilia had once sung to Malleus. You knew the melody because he often sang it to his son, but now you realized that this particular song could only come from Maleonor. Malleus realized it too. His eyes filled with tears as he approached the spirit of his mother.

- Mother, you will always be with us, won't you? - his voice was full of pain and love.

The spirit of Maleonor did not answer, but quietly kissed her grandson on the forehead. At that moment, you felt how the magic of the surrounding space was filled with warmth and peace.

After that, the spirit slowly disappeared, leaving only a slight aftertaste of her presence. You and Malleus sat in silence, your son in your arms, still not understanding what had just happened.

- She will always be with us, - whispered Malleus, hugging his son.

You nodded, feeling inner harmony, despite the surprise and shock of what had just become obvious: the spirit of Maleonor came to remind you of her love, and to leave a piece of herself in this world.

[snekdood]

i think the reason ppl get so uppity about you calling a scam a scam rn is bc they feel so powerless about the situation in i/p that they'll take ANYTHING to feel like they're contributing. they dont want to be the bystanders who have no real sway that they are, they want to be the heroes of the story, and if they dont at least have the scams to rely on for their image, how will everyone know how good of a person they are and praise them for saving the day???????????????

[rabbitmotifs]

i love my parents (at least one) but our house is completely unfit to live in

[mechawolfie]

i get a therapist (HELL YEAH AWESOME, THIS IS GOOD !)

she tells me to apologize to my mom (HORRIBLE, I AM CONSIDERING MURDER)

[wolfwarrior142]

Oh boy howdy have you not seen The Dragon Prince fandom

fandom tumblr was another casualty of streaming services. we used to be on here posting about the episodes that were coming out weekly and posting gifs and writing insane shit about the tv shows we liked. now a new season of a show will drop and we’ll talk about it for a week. two weeks tops. and then that show will leave collectively conscious for 1+ year till the next season drops. there’s a reason succession sundays was a blast on here

we used to have real television

[arolesbianism]

If I had the freedom of not knowing there is going to be future new lore stuff added to oni I would do unspeakable things to so many of these guys. Or Id just make them normal guys who just sorta exist. Either or.