#THANK YOU GOR SHOWING ME

[unriding]

Zevie’s man spotted

OMG ???

[lawrites]

Drunk Confessions with Plus Size Female Reader and Bane! Basically...Bane shows up at your door unexpectedly, drunk, and he causes problems, but also is very welcome to cause problems. This is more of a general Bane than a specific version :)

This fic is part of a Valentine's Day exchange for @finniestoncrane

Thanks to @riddle-me-ri for beta reading <3

CW: NSFW, body insecurities, slightly dubious consent (nothing happens outright, but Bane is drunk), and translated Spanish (I speak very little, unfortunately).

You hear the raucous laughter booming down the hallway before you can even leave your kitchen. Wiping your hands on a towel, you walk to the entryway of your apartment, trying to discern if you are truly hearing what you are hearing. Unfortunately, your suspicions are correct, as you hear a very loud knock on your door followed by a familiar voice.

“¡Mi corazón! Let me in! I need to see your glorious face smiling at me!”

You hurriedly swing the door open to keep him from knocking AGAIN, leaving Eduardo with his hand raised. His face morphs into one of confusion as soon as you open the door, looking from his hand to the empty space, before spotting you.

He grins so wide you are honestly worried about his cheeks. “¡Mi vida! ¡Creo que te amo!”

And then he lunges forward, trying to grab at you in an uncoordinated way that you manage to dodge easily…not something you usually accomplish given his athletic ability.

“Hello to you, too, Eduardo, please come in.” You say in a slightly sarcastic, lower tone. “Which is a normal way to greet someone! Get in before you wake up the entire building!” While your whisper-yell was still louder than you would have liked, it was a hell of a lot better than his booming voice.

Your cheeks are flaming from embarrassment already. You can practically feel the heat emanating from them when your neighbor, a nice old lady named Florence, peeks her head out the door. Giving her a sheepish look back, you try to escort the hulking figure into your apartment quickly.

Bane, for all his usual skills, seems to have lost the ability to pick up on subtleties or notice your haste to get him through the door, as he just looks down, stops in his tracks, and exclaims, “¡Tu rubor es como rosas! Beautiful, darling, gor-”

Eduardo finally notices that you are actively pushing on him, (getting nowhere, of course), and chuckles. His face morphs into what he must think is a smirk in his drunken state, “Ah, if you would like me in your room, all you have to do is ask, osita.”

You whisper-yell from behind him, pushing with all your might on his wide, muscled back, “I’m asking! Just get in the apartment!!”

He moves suddenly, making you trip over your own feet with the force of your momentum and causing you to stumble. A strong hand stops you, and you look up to see Bane staring back. His other hand reaches out to gently turn your chin upwards so you face him better. “Linda.”

You are unsure what exactly that, or anything else he has said, translates to in Spanish, but the gentle tone he said it with does nothing to quell your blush. What you do know is you probably have 5 seconds until Florence sees if you need any help. You move his hand away from your chin, quickly turn to wave goodnight and mouth “sorry!” to Florence, and then shut the door behind you.

Sliding your locks into place, you turn around and cross your arms under your chest, showing him your disapproval. You notice his eyes are looking down, near your hips, and he seems to be in another world.

You clear your throat, and Bane jumps a bit, your voice bringing him back to the moment. “Ah, forgive me, mi amor. I was…somewhere else.”

He sways on the spot, his eyes taking on a joy-filled shine. “I was out drinking and needed to see you, mi corazón.”

It's your turn to screw up your face in confusion, both at his confession and at his words. “Eduardo, you know I don't speak Spanish…what do these phrases mean?”

Bane gasps, like the fact that you don't speak Spanish is a revelation to him. Or perhaps he was not aware that he was even switching to Spanish due to his slowed mind. Earnestly, he moves closer to you and takes your hands, “Forgive me! No wonder you are so cross with me. You do not understand what I am saying!”

Ok, the fact that he spoke those words like he was speaking to a child, loudly and slowly, did not help with your annoyance. “Bane, I'm annoyed because you showed up, made my nice neighbor Florence wake up, and-”

He cuts you off, “Don't call me Bane, mi amor. I like it when you call me Eduardo. I like hearing it from your pretty lips.” His eyes are not subtle as they glance to your mouth, staying there for a few seconds before looking back up.

The way he manages to switch between being a complete drunken buffoon to an unrepentant flirt is breaking your mind. He has never acted like this around you before.

You realize that he is still holding your hands and gently pull yours away while he pouts at the loss of your touch. “Eduardo, then.”

You try to make up for leaving his hold by smiling gently at him. He looks back at you like he's looking at the Sun. Ignoring his staring, which he seems to be doing a lot tonight, you continue,“I'm not mad, I'm just worried I'm going to get a noise complaint.”

He chuckles and playfully rolls his eyes, “Oh, no need to worry. I will kill your landlord before he tries to do anything.” You gasp, about to berate him, but he continues on, undeterred. “I would kill your landlord for no reason, if you told me to.”

That's…kind of sweet? But for some reason, his train of thought seems to always lead back to you tonight. “Eduardo, please, why did you come here?” You pause, trying to figure it out yourself. What do you usually do with him?

“Do you just want to wind down and watch a movie while I make us some snacks?” That does seem to be your usual routine, so maybe his mind, in its drunken haze, sought some comfort.

He shakes his head, looking like he's contemplating something. “Oh, mi amor, that sounds incredible. You are so sweet to me. But no…that isn't why I came here.”

Frustrated with himself now, the alcohol slowing his usually quick mind, he sighs, “But I won't say no to being with you, now, osita.”

He collapses onto your couch with less grace than usual, and you get out his usual blanket. Your hands gently cover him up with it and tuck him in. You hear him giggling and then muttering to himself, something that sounds like: “sweet…bear…so good…mine.”

Shaking yourself mentally, you move to make some popcorn, but a strong hand stops you by wrapping around your arm. It digs into the soft flesh while you sigh and roll your eyes.

“Eduardo, I can't make us snacks if you don't let me go. I'll be right back, I promise!”

But instead of releasing you, Bane uses his impressive strength to pull you to him, positioning you so you are on his lap. You blush, trying to get off of him and worried he will feel your dips and rolls, but he just sighs and digs his hands into your hips to keep you still. You look down, not meeting his eyes, feeling embarrassed for being so heated too quickly and for the weight he must feel from you.

His strong arms maneuver you until you are resting against his chest, like you weigh nothing. Your blush only gets bigger as you sink into the softness of his pecs and tummy.

“You're staying right here.”

You admittedly do not want to leave your current position, it's comfy and has been a part of your dreams for the past year. You try to argue, anyway, but your voice does come out slightly muffled thanks to Bane’s impressive chest. “B-but I don't want to h-hurt or crush you or-”

Bane cuts you off with a sharp laugh. “Ha! You think you can hurt me?” He laughs again, reaching a hand down to rest against your soft side. “I don't think anyone could do that. And I know how to handle a gorgeous body like yours anyway."

You can't help the whine that leaves you at that statement, but the noise also brings you back to reality. You're sitting on your best friend's lap…you quickly try to maneuver away from his chest and cover your mouth.

“Eduardo, I'm so sorry! I-” you do your best to clamber off of his lap, but his strong arms keep you in place once again.

“My Darling…” his voice plies at you while his head leans down to whisper into your neck. “...do not worry. I did not mind. In fact, I loved it. I need to hear more.” His lips make contact with the junction between your neck and shoulders, and he chuckles at your soft squeak.

Confused, a bit turned on, and now overwhelmed, you hold out your hands, “Wait, Bane, stop!”

His hands immediately release you, eyes shining with worry. “Mi amor, I am…I am so sorry. We will stop whenever you need. I did not mean to pressure you.”

Your mind is in pieces from being given so many confusing and conflicting inputs in one night. Previous experience is telling you that there is no way he is actually wanting to sleep with you, but Eduardo’s sweet words contradict it.

He must be…desperate, that's it. He must need to sleep it off. Maybe you can talk in the morning and put all of this behind you.

For now, you sigh and try to hold back your tears. “It's…it's fine, Bane. I just…I think you should sleep this off and we can talk in the morning.”

You walk away to get some pillows and a blanket for him, hugging yourself for some comfort. He insistently begins to speak again from behind you, “But, darling, I lo-”

You cut him off before he can finish, swinging around to look in his direction, but not directly at him, “Don't, don't. You're drunk and you won't even remember this. I don't want you saying something you'll regret just to scratch an itch.”

Eduardo thankfully settles back against the couch at those words, perhaps finally feeling the alcohol weighing down his body…but he's muttering to himself, again, the whole time you set up his bed on the couch around him. “Itch…scratch an…itch?? That can't be…no…no…surely not…do not believe…”

After tucking him in once more, he seems to doze off almost instantly, which is a relief. You set a big bottle of water and some medicine next to him, just to make sure he'll be ok in the morning. After that ordeal, you make your way to your own bed, collapsing on it and feeling immediately tired, yourself.

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You wake up confused, looking down to see you are in your own bed. Blearily, you stumble out and run a hand through your slightly tangled hair while yawning. A clink sounds from your kitchen, and you freeze, the memories from last night flooding your mind.

“Bane?” You call out, your voice scratchy.

“Ah! You are awake, my love. Please, come in. I have made you coffee.”

Rubbing your eyes, you enter your living room to see Eduardo holding two of your mugs, steam emanating out of them.

You shiver, cold in the morning, and Bane sets them near the couch, rushes to get you a blanket, and wraps you up in it. “Please, sit. Drink.”

You shuffle over and settle onto a cushion. “How did you manage no hangover?”

His sits next to you, at a respectable distance. “My body is in peak physical form.” He grins, partly arrogant and partly teasing. “But I also had a wonderful nurse who knew exactly what I needed.”

You try to casually bring up what happened last night after taking a sip from your mug, wanting to get it out of the way quickly. “It was nothing, Bane. I'm…glad I was able to keep you from doing what you would probably regret. Let's just…move on, okay?” Your eyes are glued to your lap during your speech.

You hear the couch squeak, followed by heavy footsteps moving towards you. A large finger settles itself under your chin, forcing you to look up. Oh. He looks serious, more serious than he had all last night. “Do you think that Bane would do anything without purpose?”

You shake your head, “Well, no, but you were drunk and that-”

He cuts you off with a snarl, “You think Bane would lower himself to take care of his urges, scratch an itch, with just anyone?”

You flinch, as if his words physically attacked you, and brace yourself.

“I do not want to sleep with anyone I don't think is worthy. And I do not offer myself lightly.” His tone is scathing.

You shake your head a bit, tearing up at his tone, now. “I understand, which is why I stopped you! I was hoping you wouldn't be offended by my reactions last night or-”

His lips meet yours and he moans, his hands holding your shoulders, digging into the soft flesh. He takes over your mouth, dominating, as he does in all things. With a groan, he separates from you. “My silly, frustrating osita,” his hand weaves itself into your hair gently as he sighs and shakes his head in disbelief. “I did not want to sleep with just anyone. I wanted to sleep with you because I love you.”

You pause. Ok…he isn't drunk, now. He knows what he is saying. Maybe…he's just feeling bad that he said things last night? “A-are you sure? Really? Me?”

Bane chuckles, sitting down on the couch once more and picking you up easily. He sets you on his lap, straddling him and hugging you against his chest. “Do you think that I would spend my time watching these inane shows or walking around this wretched city unless I enjoyed the company I was keeping?”

You sniffle, the remnants of your previous emotions still present. “I-I guess not.”

His hand is under your chin again, “Look at my eyes, gorgeous. That's it. Good.” You blush and he smiles. “If you don't want this, say so, right now.”

You hesitate. “I just woke up, though. I'm sure my hair is a mess and I-”

Bane rolls his hips up against yours, and you feel him against you, hard. With a sigh, he leans down and nuzzles against your neck. “You are so gorgeous like this, though, mi amor. You've seen me at my worst, during my withdrawals, and you think that your pretty, wild hair and your…” he actually breathes in at the junction of your neck, groaning, “...your natural, addictive scent would scare me off?”

His hands begin to wander, one of them finding your hip and digging his hand in, the other moving to your front and tracing your soft tummy. “I'm in love with every part of you, osita.”

You bully your scattered mind into being able to form words. Especially after that, you need to say this before he goes further, “I-I love you too, Eduardo.” He gasps, and he squeezes just a bit harder, grinding up into you and making you whine. “God, I think I've loved you since you let me comfort you when you were crying.”

It's your turn to cup his face, as he stopped his trail down to your breasts and pulled back, almost embarrassed. “You let yourself be vulnerable, showed me the worst parts of yourself…and you think I couldn't love that?”

You move one hand to rub at his bare head, bringing him closer to you for a kiss, while the other traces the veins running down his bicep. You moan together when your center hits his, separating again. Breathing hard, your foreheads touching, you continue, “I love every part of you, too.”

With that, he picks you up suddenly. His hands position you so you are straddling his waist as he walks, quickly, to your bed.

He gently lays you down, muttering “preciosa” in the process. Then, he growls, actually growls, with a smirk on his face and a wink, as he crawls over your body. He stops to nuzzle at your plush belly, moaning, and then continues until his hips are slotted against yours.

You feel his lips against yours, insistent, and he tries to speak around them, “Darling…tell me…you're ready…because…I am…dios mio…I'm…”

He pulls back to look at you, a sheepish grin on his face. “I'm embarrassingly close, getting to finally feel you like this.” His hand reaches behind you to fondle your ass, and he drops his head against your shoulder, sighing. “I'm in heaven.”

You nod, quickly, knowing how wet you've been from basically the moment you saw him this morning. “I've been ready since you pulled me to your lap. Please, please, Eduardo.”

He leans back, fumbling around until he releases himself and has your panties pulled down. You struggle with his mouth attached to your neck, but you manage to kick them off and say, “Done,” in a breathy voice.

Bane takes one large finger and rubs it against your center, checking to make sure. You whimper and he groans, “So wet…all for me?”

You nod, giggling, out of breath, “Almost all the time. It's embarrassing, really.” His eyes meet yours and you both laugh, but then he lines up his cock with your entrance and your laughs turn into moans.

“O-osita, can I?” He's trembling once he bottoms out, holding himself back. You nod, pulling his head against your chest. “P-please, Eduardo.”

And he sets a punishing phase, pulling all the way out before slamming into you. You wail, scratching your nails into his broad, muscled back. He pounds into you, his impressive strength forcing him to hold you back so you don't hit the headboard with his thrusts.

He starts to suck at your breasts, which he's freed from your shirt. Between bites, he tries to speak, “God, I know…fuck…it's soon…but...mmmm…tell me you're close…mi amor.”

You nod, unable to even form any words other than the first that enters your mind “Bane…Bane!”

He brings one hand down to your center, desperately but expertly circling your clit. “Please, darling, say my name.”

You struggle, but eventually your mouth forms “Eduardo!” around your moans. It makes him let out a sound like he's been punched, and he empties into you, groaning out obscenities sprinkled with his sweet names for you. The feeling of him filling you up forces your orgasm to hit you suddenly, making you spasm and wail out his name again.

With both of you breathing heavily, Bane collapses to your side and pulls you to him, running his large hand up and down your soft side. “My beautiful she-bear. Mine.” He mutters against your hair.

You giggle, and he pulls back to look at you, “Is that what osita means?” He nods, grinning at you. “Well I guess this means I should learn Spanish officially, huh?”

Bane chuckles and hugs you closer to him, “I'll teach you, mi amor, my love.” His thigh slots between yours, kissing you gently, “My darling she-bear.”

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Ok so I obviously do not speak Spanish that well...if anyone has any critiques please do let me know. 💙💙 I hope you enjoyed it :)

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

the bafta livestream out of context: top 60 cursed quotes.

There is nothing more cursed than the livestream I just witnessed, and I made a summary post but now I'm just going to put in quotes by the worthy maggots in the stream with no context, because BELIEVE ME THE CONTEXT DIDN'T MAKE ANYTHING BETTER. The livestream chat was NOT A PLACE OF THE LORD.

I'm going to make the quotes that were by me a different colour. Please know that I am NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR A SINGLE QUOTE OTHER THAN THOSE. SO HERE'S THE TOP 60 IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER:

Barbenhimer awakened things in me ok

aroace people the most disturbingly sexual talkers on the planet fight me on this

WHO JUST GASPED

MICHAEL SHEENS BABY TALKING BARK BADK IM A DOG BARK WOOF

I feel so sorry for this woman. She's being so heartfelt and we're here thristing over a slinky that possessed a man

IRELAAAND PLEASE ADOPT ME AS YOUR OWN PLEASE TAKE ME TO THE LAND OF UNPRONOUNCABLE WORDS, GREEN FEILD, CATHOLISISM AND HOZIER PLEASE

the urge to go to france and misgender a croissant is real

Devastated the slutty knees have gone away

So many men nowadays are so submissive and breedable like thank you lord for these men thank you

witches and murder slime tutorial

speaking of royals did the bloke who ISN'T lizzy's husband but her son apparently die yet

Turtleneck Crowley is my gender.

WE COULD HAVE LEFT IT AS NOT SAFE FOR WORK WHY THE DRTAOLS ASMI

SAY AN BFUIL CEAD AGAM DUL GO DTÍ AN LEITHREAS AN WE'LL LET YOU THROUGJ

"Oompa loompa doopety dee, I really hated being in this movie" -Hugh grant probably

IF YOU'RE A CHILD AVERT YOUR EYES FROM THAT MESSAGE IM SORRY

i want the kilt back this a betrayal

if someone put me in a room with kilt!david tennant one of us is walking out of that room pregnant and its not gonna be me

a lot of these words are in the bible and none of them should be in that order you need jesus

Can we vote to make david wear that kilt back? Maybe make him do a twirl this time

You mean Bildaddy? 😏

Honey what make you think a dude who roamed around with prostitutes and got himself more holes for mankind won't be calling bildad bildaddy? [this was about jesus btw.]

FREE THE KNEE

Show us the knees!

AND YOU'RE COMING AFTER ME FOR MY BLOWJOB BANANA

He looks like those fancy chocolates. Imma take a bite outta him. Think you'll leak molten goo like them?

My brain isn't working, I read "bratty couch jr"

i'm sorry the what holes

FIND ME ON GOAD AND I WILL MAKE YOU PAY APPROPRIATELY

I genuinely thought it was a road typo and I thought you were threatening asmi with physical violence on the road

OHH FLOWER OF SCOTLAAAAAAND

Combine that with the unfortunate oranges and see what happens.

DEVASTATING NEWS I ATE UP ALL OF THEM SO I'VE BROUGHT A BLOWJOB BANANA INSTEAD

That reminded me of the army video where the guy was deepthroating a 7 inch banana without a hitch.

OMG THEY JUST FLASHED BACK & I GOT A GLIMPSE OF THAT KILT 🥵🥵🥵

thats why apollo had to deliver you at an illegal sushi restaurant

How long do you think it would take to get david naked from his chocolate man suit? Can we set a new speedrun category?

SUPERBOWL FOR TENNANTISTS

Big feelings about pants straps in the chat tonight

Last time i check yoire supposed to thank the lord gor his gifts

HEY GUYS ASMI'S FROM A PARALLEL UNIVERSE CONFIRMED

I just have a deep appreciation for ireland

Can you use suspenders as bondage gear? I mean it looks like it would be fine? I mean if you make the length a bit more they might be more comfortable than ropes. Just sayin

All i can think when i see him in the costume is the one specific ken and oppenhimer slash fic. Lord help me i can't be saved

GIVE MY LOVE TO THE LEPRECHAAAAAAAAAAAUNSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

Like a giant orange slice on her one arm.

Stop hitting the lectern geez / what if its into that?

Men who wear suspenders are such losers like why do you need so much cloth to keep your pants up. Why dont you just wear a belt. Where do you live. What is your timezone. What are you office hours

what is this suspender shaming ari chappal for you

Aziraphales office hours are: fuck off

Put me ina room with a suspender wearing man and he shall have the same fate as kilttennant

MARIYADAM E ILLAI

It was titled "snake in my b***" It meant butt lmfao

CROWLEY AND LOKI MY GENDERFLUID ICONS

THE KNEES ARE BACK

THEKNEES GOD SAVE ME FROM THESE SINFUL THOUGHTS

What if slutshaming is my kink?

NOT THE BLOWJOB FACE NO

AT THIS POINT IF NEIL HASN'T UNFOLLOWED ME YET HE'S ASKING TO BE MENTALLY SCARRED IM SORRY

I am failing

Tagging the main culprits whose tumblr handles I know:

@thearoacemess @vitrilol @queermarzipan @good-usernames-were-taken

Cheers, maggots.

[stanford--pines]

*appears out of nowhere with a wine bottle and a couple of wine glasses*

HEYYY FORDSY! NICE TO SEE YA IN THIS POUNR IN YOUR LIFE, SIXER! SAY, IVE SEEN ALLLLLLL THECWAYS TOU SHOW YOUR DEVOTIOM AND SLL BUT, AH, CAN I HEAR YS DAY IT? I BROUGHT WINE GOR US TO DTINK IF YA LIKE!

- @askdrunkbillcipher

*jumps startled by the sudden appearance before instantly relaxing and smiling up at Bill*

it’s a pleasure to see you my muse! It always is, I enjoy your company greatly. I can’t thank you enough for your gift! Though I must admit I haven’t tried it yet, drinking alone isn’t as enjoyable as it is when I drink with you.

Say it? Say what exactly? That I worship the very ground you walk on? That I would be nothing without you? You are the center of my galaxy my muse. You can have my mind, body and soul as long as you let me pester you for the rest of my measly life span.

wine would be nice

[whimsiandwild]

Pairing: Astarion x Female!reader; Former Gortash x Female!reader

Word Count: 1400

Triggers [PLEASE READ]: Mentions of past abuse, panic attacks, PTSD, verbal abuse, implied non-consensual, hurt/comfort, some fluff at the end.

A/N [PLEASE READ]: So, this is coming from a very personal place upon some revelations I've had today. It's heavy so please don't feel obligated to read it. And please, please don't read it if you are triggered by any of the above; I know how hard it is to deal with this stuff on a daily basis and never want to be the cause for anyone. To anyone who does read it, thank you <3

“Tav, are you alrighht? What’s wrong?”

Icy fingers on your shoulder made you jump, grabbing the offending limb and shoving it off. Spinning around, Astarion grabbed the top of your arms to still you. The concern on his face had never been more genuine.

“Darling, are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine.”

Your smile didn’t reach your eyes and he frowned, taking your hand in his and linking your fingers as he led the party into Wrym’s Rock. He knew something was wrong, and that it had something to do with the man you’d all been summoned by, he just didn’t know why. Gods, you’d always hoped you’d never have to tell him.

There had been telltale signs that he’d recognised as the two of you grew closer, similar things that occurred in him when a particularly awful memory of Cazador resurfaced. He’d asked about it, but you’d always told him it was nothing. Just a bad memory you didn’t need to dwell on. And you hadn’t, not really. Sure, the trauma attached was still there but you could handle it, you had for years. But then you’d seen him before the fight with Ketheric Thorm. A man you’d hoped to never see again, now being ordained archduke of Baldur’s Gate.

The guards showed you into the ceremony hall, your hand sweating in Astarion’s grip as you began the long walk down the aisle; it felt like a lifetime, a force beyond your control forcing your legs to move. You couldn’t look up, feeling bile rise in your throat as you stared at the carpet. Everything you’d worked so hard to forget was coming back to hit you full force. You wanted to hurl, and cry, and scream, and run away. Mostly, you wanted to hurt him. Hurt him the way he’d constantly hurt you, but you knew that was a line you’d never be able to cross.

“Well, well, well. Look what’s been dragged back into my home.”

Your legs almost gave out beneath you, his voice still as charming and alluring as ever, your free hand clinging to your vampire’s shirt sleeve. Astarion had become more than a little concerned by this point, Lae’zel and Gale flanking the two of you.

“Still as ignorant and disobedient as ever,” he scoffed, and you felt Astarion tense beside you, your grip only tightening in an attempt to keep him by your side. “Look at me when I’m speaking!”

Without a moment’s hesitation, your head snapped up and you were staring into the all too familiar eyes of Enver Gortash. Still handsome as ever, and with that vicious glint in his eyes that always occurred when he looked at you, at his property.

He’d been Enver Flymm when you’d first met him. He hadn’t been the most loving of partner’s, but he showed it… in his own way. Soon, however, he got lost. Then Enver Gortash was born. An abusive tyrant who had put you through hell until you’d finally managed to escape. You could still remember that nigt. The way your wrists had bled as you’d tried desperately to break free of your restraints, the painful swelling around your eye and the deep gashes along your legs. The scars seemed to flame against your skin at the memory.

You couldn’t speak. You couldn’t breathe. Why was breathing so hard? How was everyone so seemingly fine? Astarion was staring at you in bewilderment, worry etched into his furrowed brow. You didn’t know what to say, couldn’t think of the words to convey the fear that was threatening to bubble over any minute and make you run screaming.

“Your manners clearly need improvement,” Gortash sneered, his hard, cold gaze never leaving your cowering figure. “Now, it seems we all have some things to discuss, regarding all this ridiculous Absolute business. However, I have a ceremony to begin. You will stay and watch, won’t you, kitten?”

The use of the old pet name he’d used to degrade you was enough to finally break your resolve. Bursting into tears, the last thing you saw as your companions dragged you away was his smug, arrogant smile.

His hands were everywhere. You tugged at your hands but, as always, the bonds were tight and unbreakable. Panic began to flood your veins as he grabbed at you too tightly, bit too harshly, moved your body too roughly. And there was nothing you could do but lay there and let it happen.

“I don’t see why you’re being so difficult, kitten. You’re normally much more compliant.”

Tears leaked from the corners of your eyes and wet your hair, shaking your head in denial. He was lying, you knew he was, but it still caused the same guilt and shame to flare up it always did. He was always so good at making you believe you were the problem, the one who’d done wrong. He’d done it so many time you almost believed him.

With a sharp tug at both your knees, he spread your legs as wide as he could, the sudden jolt of pain shooting up your thighs making you cry out in agony. One hand freed a leg but you weren’t brave enough to move it back. He used his now free hand to run against your core, smirking as he glanced in satisfaction at the slick on his fingers.

“You filthy little bitch. All this protesting and you’re already dying to have me.”

“Enver,” you begged, your lip trembling as he towered over you suddenly. “Please don’t.”

“Shut up!” he shouted, making you flinch and look away. He gripped your chin and forced your tearful eyes to stare at him. “You’ll take it, and you’ll enjoy it.”

You struggled against him as he lined himself up, screaming as he entered you with no care in the world for your wellbeing…

The screaming got louder and louder to your ears until you realised you’d screamed yourself awake, along with your poor partner. Astarion was bewildered as his hands cupped your wet face in an attempt to calm you. You were panting by the time you’d realised you’d been dreaming, your heart close to breaking out of your chest.

“Darling, what happened? What’s wrong?”

“Oh gods… he…. he-!”

You sobbed into your hands, unable to finish your sentence as he cradled you, embracing you for however long you needed him to. Eventually your tears stopped falling, though the ache in your chest wouldn’t fade, no matter how hard you tried to rid yourself of it.

Astarion was more quiet and patient than you’d ever remembered seeing him. He was clearly deep in thought, and you didn’t want to disturb him. Instead, you wrapped yourself around him and enveloped yourself in every aspect that was him. He was your safe space, and you needed to relish in that right now.

“I have to ask, darling,” he said quietly after a long while. “This Gortash,” He all but spat the word. “Did he… did he treat you as Cazador treated me?”

Nodding, you buried your face into his chest as his grip on you tightened. You were relieved he hadn’t asked you to elaborate; you didn’t think you’d ever be able to speak out loud the horrendous things that man had done.

“Tav, please know this, and know it to be true,” His fingers tilted your chin so you were gazing into his liquid crimson eyes. “If he comes near you again, if he merely looks at you, I will rip him to pieces, revive him, and do it all over again. You never need to tell me details; I’m sure I can understand well enough; but know I’m here. I won’t let anyone hurt you like that ever again. I… I love you, darling.”

Breaking down, you let him hold you for the rest of the night, your head on his chest as he comforted you with words of love and soft touches. Sniffing, you dried your face, and sat up on your elbows, staring down at him.

“I… thank you, Astarion,” you whispered, pressing a hard kiss to his lips. “I love you.”

He said nothing, just flashing you that charming smile of his before he pulled you back to him, holding onto you like his livelihood may depend on it. You stayed like this for as long as time would allow, and you’d never felt safer.

[pinkluver93]

Is This Jealousy I'm Feeling?

Dr. Keh X Player fanfiction. I posted it on Aooo too. Enjoy :)

After a long day at your shop, you harvest the 300 artichokes Keh told you to grow (why the heck did he need so many anyway??) and drive over to Keh’s shop. As soon as you walk in with them in a grocery tote, he approaches you, smiling that punchable smile you hate so much….

“I see you’ve been harvesting a lot of artichokes. I’m impressed, I had such low expectations for you.”

As he takes the tote from you, you mumble something under your breath. “I’m impressed your ego allowed you to have any expectations for me at all…”

“What was that, Ovenist?”

You straighten yourself up and watch what you say next. He can easily not allow you to search the shop if you give him attitude, after all. “I said thanks for that and all….”

Keh raises an eyebrow at you, maintaining his Cheshire cat grin. “I’ll let you look around my shop, even though I still don’t want you here. But before you go wrecking it, do you have anything to show me or tell me?”

As he looks down at you into your eyes, you gulp. Why is he so….intimidating? “Nope, I’m good.”

As he goes back behind the counter to look at his store’s final sales of the day on his tablet, you take a look around his shop, your pen writing down what you see in your investigation. As you look around, you feel so inspired looking at his futuristic décor and technology, and you see his menu board, with his grinning face hanging right next to it. Next you see his grinning face AGAIN holding a pizza right next to his NIT (National Institute of Toppings) degree.

You roll your eyes, and quietly scoff, with a grin. Just what someone wants to do when they eat a pizza here….stare at this man’s smug face!

You look even closer at the pictures again, and you sweat.

That well-taken care of…handsome…gor-

RING RING RING RING!

The sound of a ringing phone (almost a trendy, futuristic ringing) brings you out of your trance and Keh answers. “Keh-lifornia Pizza Kitchen; the home of the world’s most renowned pizza….ah, you’d like to place a catering order for tomorrow? Of course you do, I’m the only shop in town that can properly fulfill that kind of order….”

You multi-task between looking around his shop and listening to his conversation, and boy, Keh is as smug on the phone as he is in person. With your notebook, you look around. After you see the trophies on the wall and take note of them, you go behind where Keh is standing to try to reach up to pull a rope, but have trouble. It appears to be too high up, and you jump up, groaning. As Keh continues to chat with the potential customer on the phone, he notices you struggling.

“Hold on one moment…” He puts the phone on hold, and, with his 6’3 height, easily pulls the rope up and showcases what’s behind the curtain. He grins down at you. “You remind me of a cat trying to reach into a tree. Quickly look around, Ovenist. I need to lock the shop up very soon.”

As he returns to the phone call, you roll your eyes and look around, taking note of what you see. Special sauces in test tube bottles, fancy cooking tools imported from Italy, and some sort of group of papers (you put these in your backpack to analyze later, as they may be important for the case and cannot be read quickly). You look around for more things when some fancy envelope on top of the oven catches your eye.

What’s with that fancy envelope? Who is he writing to?

You didn’t dare ask for help again, even though it sounded like Keh was off the phone now. You jumped up really high to grab the letter and look at the front.

“To Michael…from Angelica..”

You drop your jaw, as well as the letter. You grip your notebook tight.

Angelica Bechamel?? What is he doing writing to HER??

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Footsteps approach you, and soon, Dr. Keh walks by with the artichokes he was bringing to the kitchen. He sees your jaw open before you quickly close it.

“What’s with you? You look as though you’ve come to the realization that you’ll never have a pizza parlor as magnificently sumptuous as mine.”

You shrug. “Nothing’s wrong, I’m almost finished searching!”

He looks at the ground….seeing the letter. “Ah, I see you’ve found my letter from Angelica.”

You put your notebook down and cross your arms. He’s just coming right out with it! “Yeah, I did. It all makes sense now…”

He looks at you, curiosity in his eyes. “Oh, does it now?”

You nod, animatedly. There are butterflies in your stomach now, but it’s not like you can escape. You stutter out your next words with anxiety. “Yep, I totally knew you two were going out. You guys are SUCH a perfect match, aren’t you? That Pizzagram hashtag was so accurate.”

His curiosity in his eyes turns into wide eyes for a few seconds, then he chuckles loudly. “Is that what this is about? You think I’m in love with my former rival??”

“Well yeah! Who writes letters to each other these days unless you guys are star-crossed lovers? And that envelope must’ve cost as much as a week’s worth of rent in the city!”

Keh puts his hands on his hips. “I see. That’s your naïve assumption, is it? That only lovers write letter to each other, hmm? And pray tell, Ovenist, did you even look inside the letter? Or are you simply judging the letter by it’s envelope?”

You knew you didn’t read it, but….you feel like you didn’t need to since you pretty much saw everything. Who writes a letter to someone that closed their family business down?? ‘Hey Dr. Keh, thanks for closing my business. You really ARE the Master Ovenist! Talk soon! Love, Angelica’

“I…no, why would I read it?”

“Because then you would’ve seen that inside the letter were….business matters being discussed. Much to your chagrin, people tend to still compose letters to each other in modern times as emails are not very….confidential, if you will. And I am a much sought-after man after all, this tiring investigation aside….”

You look up at him in confusion. “Business matters?”

Keh grins down at you. “Nothing for a current rival to be concerned with….at least for right now anyway….let’s just say you should enjoy your little gravy train while you still can…”

You look down and sigh, with yet another worry in your head for the future. “Well fine….forget I said anything..gotta go!”

As you try to leave, Keh stops you.

“Where are you going so fast? Now I have a question for you…”

You look up at him in fear. Perhaps this is where he reveals himself to be that handsome villain from the movies that will tell you that you know too much, and that you must be…disposed of somehow…

”….w-what?”

“Why were you so upset to find a letter from Angelica of all people? I write to colleagues all the time, even those I went to NIT with….you seem very upset I am writing to her specifically….”

You blush, swallowing. “I-I don’t know, I-I just don’t like her, and just think that she’s a horrible person, and…”

“And I’m not? Is that what you were going to say, Ovenist?”

He’s caught you. The man has the highest degree you can get at any university, so he’s nowhere near stupid! Now you’re in trouble….

“No, not that, I didn’t say that! I-“

He smiles again, but this time….it’s almost a smile that….isn’t punchable this time? Instead, it almost looked….delighted?

“I can’t believe it, Ovenist….you’re JEALOUS, aren’t you?”

The blush on your face is even more red now, with red anger in your eyes added on. “No way! Why would I be jealous of you? Are you insane?”

He crosses his arms and grins. “Hmmph. Well you can’t be jealous of my pizza making skills, since you think your mediocre pizza is so much better for some reason. You’re still delusional as of this point. Perhaps….it’s something else….”

You start to shyly rub the back of your neck.

 “Ovenist….you’re attracted to me in some way, aren’t you?”

With sweat dripping off your forehead, you grab your notebook and run out of Keh’s shop and drive away. You ran out at super fast speed, that you don’t even realize that Keh has chased you outside, looking on as you drive away in the pouring rain…

You also don’t realize….he’s holding your pen you left behind….

[dirksawesomesprites]

Sorry for that one comment I sent you. I just wanted my requests done, and didn't want to be blocked for being a proshipper. If you want a definition of proshipper I'll give it to you.

Proshipper: Pro is a prefix, not short gor problematic. That's wordplay.Someone who is for shipping, regardless of ship; anti-anti. Can sometimes correspond with anti-censorship, pro-fiction, or anti-harassment. This term has sometimes been twisted by antis via wordplay as a way to harrass proshippers for what they ship because they deem it problematic.

Just finish my requests and be done with it, okay? Even the Geno sprite.

i dont harass proshippers, i leave them alone because they probably get enough hate as it is. i just block them so i dont have to deal with them.

the pro in proship means support, not problematic. i know that. it is pro-any ships. including stuff like incest or pedophilla. which is why i dont like to interact with them. if they arnt hurting anyone or being weird about it? i dont care.

ive been acused of being a proshipper enough to know the hate they get bombarded with, and im not going to encourage people to do the same to others. ive been harassed enough in my life and i dont want others to experiance that aswell. im not saying go harass shitsolkat or the favship blog whatever their name was. but i dont support them.

proshippers can do what they want, i dont care, aslong as it is not harmful or they are proclaiming that incest and pedophilla is ok.

i understand that most proshippers indulge in that to cope with truama or maybe other issues that do not concern me. but other times it could be a mask to protect them from being seen as an actual pedo or someone who indulges in real incest. i dont care if its of fictional characters, it dosnt effect me? but when its real people like eddsworld for example, that effects actual people. which isnt cool.

i dont like incest, pedophilla, whatever proshippers indulge in. but im not going to support it. ive made it clear i dont like them. but im not going to harass them. nor will i encourage my following to do so either.

listen i dont care what you do behind close doors, you or any other person. but when youre public about it dont expect people to be accepting, especially if you identify as something people dont agree with, like a proshipper. i honestly dont give a shit. i just dont want it on my dash.

i hope you guys can read this and understand. i know proship does not stand for problematic ship. im pretty well educated believe it or not, i just dont like to talk about stuff like this unless necessary like now, because my frequent typos and not the best grammer makes me look worse. but i do know what im talking about. im not trying to flex or something but as someone who has had college level academic scores since middle school and and know most shit adults dont i think i have a place here to talk.

again im not trying to "flex" my knowlage, just trying to show people im not an idoit and why i feel like i know enough to speak on this matter. i know what the pro prefix means. its the same pro used in things like prolife procensoreship whatever.

sorry for this long post but i need to clear things up

i am not a proshipper. thank you very much roxy and tree eridan for telling people so. /sarc

i do not hate proshippers. you can interact with my posts, but just know im not on your side. i will just ignore or block you.

and to my followers? dont harass proshippers, or any people deemed "problematic" if i see anyone who follows or interacts with me doing so you will be blocked. i will not let anyone who does that shit interact with me. i have dealt with harassment, second hand and first hand enough in my life and i will NOT let anyone else experiance what i did at the hands of others hatefull actions and words. even if you dont agree with them. just leave them alone.

you can bring awareness to someones actions, but do not harass them. it wont fix anything.

again i apologize for this essay post. but this is a sensitive topic and felt i needed to talk about it

[mjtheartist04]

She said she’ll forgive but never forget😔😢…😂

🐱

you scare me sometimes👁️👁️

am I dark and mysterious or what? 😈

[salanaii]

Learn Korean with me - Week 29

Day 1 - 3: Let's Speak Korean Ch 9 - Taxi (1 - 35)

** Don't forget your journals and of course Netflix.

택시!

Tae si

Taxi!

반포까지가주세요.

Ban po gga ji ga ju se yo

Please go to Banpo.

반포에가려고하는데요.

Ban po e ga ryeogohaneundeyo

I’m trying to get to Banpo.

주소를보여드릴게요.

Ju so reur bo yeo deu rir ge yo

Let me show you the address.

이게주소입니다.

I ge ju so ib ni da

This is the address.

목적지가어디죠?

Mog jeog ji ga eo di jyo

Where is the destination?

목적지는여기입니다.

Mog jeog ji neun yeo gi ib ni da

(Literal) Here (=this) is the destination.

여기로가주세요.

Yeo gi ro ga ju se yo

(Literal) Please go to here. = Please take me here.

어디로갈까요?

Eo di ro gar gga yo

(Literal) To where should we go?

빨리가주세요.

Bbar ri ga ju se yo

Please go quickly. =Step on iy, please.

빠른��로가주세요.

Bba reun gir ro ga ju se yo

(Literal) Please go by the fast route.

지름길로가주세요.

Ji reum gir ro ga ju se yo

(Literal) Please go by the shortcut. = Please take the shortcut.

여기세워주세요.

Yeo gi se wo ju se yo

(Literal) Please stop it here. = Please pull over here.

여기내릴게요.

Yeo gi nae rir ge yo

I will get off here.

수고하세요.

Su go ha se yo

(Literal) Keep up the good work. = Thank you/ Take it easy/ Good bye.

내비를따라가주세요.

Nae bi reur dda ra ga ju se yo

Please follow the navigation.

돌아가는것같은데요.

Dor a ga neun geos gat eun de yo

I think we are taking a roundabout route.

이길이아닙니다.

I gir I a nib ni da

It’s not this way.

이쪽으로가면안돼요.

I jjog eu ro ga myeon an doae yo

You shouldn’t go (to) this way.

카드로계산할게요.

Ka deu rog ye san har ge yo

I’ll pay by (=with) a (credit) card.

현금이없어요.

Hyeon geum I eobs eo yo

I don’t have cash.

요금이어무많이나왔어요.

Yo geum I eo mu mah I na oass eo yo

(Literal) The fare came out too much. = You are overcharging me.

경찰서로갑시다.

Gyeong char seo ro jab si da

Let’s go to the police station.

이건아니죠.

I geon a ni jyo

This is not right.

외국인이라고바가지씌우면안돼요.

Oe gug in I ra go ba ga ji ssui u myeon an doe yo

(Literal) You shouldn’t rip me off because I’m a foreigner.

직진해주세요.

Jig jin hae ju se yo

Please go straight.

계속가주세요.

Gye sog ga ju se yo

(Literal) Please continue going. = Please keep going.

좌회전/우회전해주세요.

Jwa hoe jeon/ u hoe jeon hae ju se yo

Take a left/right turn please.

여기서/저기서직진해주세요.

Yeo gi seo/jeo gi seo jig jin hae ju se yo

Go straight (at) here/there, please.

이번/다음신호등에서유턴해주세요.

I beon/da eum sin ho deung e seo yu teon hae ju se yo

Make a U-turn at this/next light, please.

이번/다음골목으로들어가주세요.

I beon/da eum gor mog eu ro deur eo ga ju se yo

Go into this/nest alley, please.

지나쳤어요.

Ji na chyeoss eo yo

You’ve passed it.

너무많이왔어요.

Neo mu manh I wass eo yo

You’ve come too much (=far).

여기가아닌데요.

Yeo gi ga a nin de yo

(Literal) Here (=This) isn’t (the place).

아까거기로돌아가주세요.

A gga geo gi ro dor a ga ju se yo

(Literal) Please go back to that place (=where we were) before.

[taco-bee]

EVERYONE PAY ATTENTION

Ok you can ignore this if you want but it's important to me so I post what I want.

I grew up with this man for most of my god damn life. And when I am not joking when I say I am crying right now. 13 years of chaotic lore and counting animatronic toes.

I'm excited to see what happens next and when he shows up randomly after the exit in March.

To 13 years. Thank you.

Thank you for the times I was bored

Thank you for all the weird facts and things I know now

Thank you gor those moments where I walk with my freinds and discuss FNAF lore.

Thank you for all the times we all say, "But that's just a theory, A GAME THEORY"

Thanks for watching.

[filthypen]

Kaede akamatsu has it all!… except for one thing, a GOOD DICKING! Turns out that while being an absolute flirt and bimbo looking smart and teasy unit, Kaede is also a sub in bed. And for weeks now she’s been aching for a good ol rough and passionate sex session! And sure she could go submit and become one of the MANY cumdump of kokichi’s ultimate femboy harem, sure she could show kaito how much maki’s good but kaede’s massive G cups are better, sure she could go annoy and tease kirumi until the Amazon of a maid is so furious she either grows a futa cock or strap on but in any way she punish kaede’s through fully.

Alas while lust is good, great even. Love + lust is better. And love wise Kaede is Head over heels for the fat ass shy femboy goth detective so hard, just thinking about him or even his smell make her drool and temporally loose some IQ. But the issue ? If she’s a sub shucihi is a mega sub! No matter her flirt he never made a move on her! She knows he isn’t gay (thx kaito for the intel) and he DEFINITELY loves kaede’s body and huge boobs and butt and thick thighs (she saw the poorly hidden junko magazines and the many time he oogle at her) plus thanks to the tape she left in his room (everybody does that right ?) she knows he stays awake LATE at night and makes a lot of noise, moaning her name most of the time as he jerks off (which she jerks off to of course~)

But Kaede found the solution~! Being FREAKY~ she knows he quite love sex toys, and for the payment of a few sloppy make out and boob grope, miu accepted to turn Kaede into a leaving breathing next generation sex doll~! Well more like sex bot considering how advanced it is. Looking like herself but even more thicc~! Then Kaede will deliver herself in a box to Shuichi, and will pretend to be a sex toy for him~! That way he would fuck her! Or at the very least she’ll be able to see him jerk off~ she’s quite confident in her acting too so it should work~!

What she didn’t account too ? Shuichi having a cock matching kokichi’s if not bigger, cuming 100 L trash bag sized condoms, and being much, MUCH more passionate, kinky, rough and Dom that what she anticipated~! Giving her the fuck of her life for 24 hours row~ and making her addicted to be that boy’s sex toy~

''E-eeeeh… Miu… are you really sure this will work…? That looks like a toy gun you bought on a gift shop…'' Kaede was standing up in middle of Miu's lab, wearing only her now classic cow bikini that got stretched out by her double Gs and chair breaker ass, waiting for Miu to turn her into a… more suitable partner

''KYAHAHAHA! Oh come on, Bitchede! You should know by now that when it comes into becoming a proper nasty sexy fuck, i am REALLY serious!'' She said while preparing her weapon, it was a bright metalic pink alien gun with lots of tubes of all kinds of flashy colours, it clearly looked like a child's toy but oh well…

''Aaaaaah… fine, you better not leave me so… dizzy with it'' Kaede got into position, sweating a bit

''Oh don't worry, you will love your new form~'' Miu aimed at Kaede with the gun, and after a loud charging noise… a neon bright pink ray came out of it, hitting Kaede!

''O-OHH! W-WHAT IS HAPPENING-'' She got interrupted as she started floating in the air, and in a magical girl transformation, her body slowly changes! First, some tal heels made out PURE gold apear on her feet, then, her thighs and ass got 2 times bigger! Her ass now being so big it would need 2 chairs to fit in! Then her womb got a tattoo, with a big heart surrounded by roses and a familiar cap of certain boy… her tits went from double Gs to double Js! Almost covering her thick torso~ Her hace also gor some make up with a blue eyelashes and lipstick for her now plump lips, her blonde hair became even MORE bright, almost looking like gold, and with some cow horns apearing on her head… oh and clothes? Easy, her cow bikini became mere pasties on her huge nips and her pussy and could only be taken off if she was REALLY horny~

When the transformation finished, she fell to the ground on her heels… and was smiling

''It… worked… Miu… it worked!!'' She tapped the ground and gave a spin on her own body, making her tits swing around and clapping her ass!

''It worked… to well… damn… i will give this a try… later hehehe…~ o-oh yeah, the box!'' Miu ran quickly and came back with a wooden crate ''I-i know is… too small for that body so you'll have to squiiiiiiiishy a little~'' She laughed like a maniac, as always

Kaede giggle a little, and after a LOT of struggle, she managed to get all that MEAT on that crate, and Miu closed it leaving it in front of Shuichi's door, and ringing the door, Miu's work was done, so she ran away to her lab, to try that gun on herself, and Kaede, preparing herself, already panting and drolling~

Shuichi was chilling around on his room, didn't had any work to do so he was just on his phone on bed (obviously looking at porn, but just being 1% hard~), when he heard the door ring. He was surprised, he was not waiting no one, not even Kaede, who told him she was gonna be with some friends today! He just hoped it wasn't Kokichi teasing him with his mega harem…

''Kokichi, i swear that if is you again i will-'' He opens the door and sees no one, except just a crate with some wheels. He was obviously confused, he didn't ordered nothing online, specially something of this size…

''Heeeeeeey, someone there? Is this a joke…?'' He said while looking around the hallway, no one on sight… so he just put the crate into his room and closed shut the door. He was wondering what it could be, already fearing it was something to scare him, probably sent by Kokichi, he thought…

The right moment he unlocked the box, the box EXPLODED from the pressure of what was inside of it, pushing him to the bed ''W-WOW! W-WHAT WAS THAT, A BOMB-'' When he could sit on bed, he saw it… Kaede was standing up, yawning and stretching her body like a cat, sticking out her fat ass and her tits smoshing the floor…

''Aaaaaaah… i thought you were never going to open it…'' She looked at him, instantly going in horny mode, her eyes growing hearts and her now 10 meter long tongue rollig out and liking her own body sloppily~ ''…m-my dearieeeeee~~'' (Part 1/3, please check the other parts!)

[bi-bats]

5, 6, 10, and 18 <3

Hiya bestie!! Thank you for the ask 💖

5. What’s a fic idea you’ve had that you will never write?

Probably The Birth of a God, which is a very complicated greek mythology au where Jason is Icarus and he falls in love with Apollo (Tim) and builds the wax wings because he's trying to reach him. After his death he gets revived as Ares (I've assigned out greek gods to over half of the characters in this fic including Dick as Aphrodite, Bruce as Hades, Damian as Thanatos, Barbara as Hephaestus, Cass as Athena, Alfred as Hestia, Duke as Helios) and doesn't tell anyone, but Tim goes to Bruce to get Jason back, which Bruce refuses because he can't. He doesn't tell Tim that he can't because Jason isn't actually there, so of course Tim wages war on him, which drags Jason into it because he's the god of war even though Tim doesn't know that and adkljfdlkfjdlkfdlfjlkdj

Look I love this idea and I'd love to read it but. I'd have to WRITE it and the amount of research I would have to do to twist the plot around the way I want would be insane so it's probably going to die in my brain 😭😭😭

6. Are there any fics from others you reread all the time?

Oh yeah absolutely. Lemme link a few (that aren't just smut lol):

sweet dreams (are made of thee) by @yasmindifference (jaytim dreamsharing 😭😭😭)

and a hand to bite by Sister (the jaytim exes to lovers of all time and also the fic that inspired Rooftops and Bookshops)

chaos is a color I wear well (and it looks mighty good on you) by @glaciya (jaytim angsty feels fic I love this one so much)

Like a Bat out of Hell by @allacesandeights (this fic. This fucking FIC. It's literally one of my go-to recs for when I'm trying to get people into JayTim and it deserves so so so much more recognition than it has holy shit this fic is so fucking good like. I very rarely read fics where I think the plot is perfect but this one is just so well done all around and akjdfajdfsdf read it)

I Didn't Say I Liked You by Generatorcat (I reread this one a LOT it's just delightful I love when they play chicken and you do it SO well, thank you for this one 💖)

Show Me the Meaning (Of Being Lonely) by @timmyjaybird (like. holy shit this whole series. I owe my life as an author to this series. This is the series that got me to consider shipping jaytim and also the first damitim fic that ever made my brain go brrrrrrr I've literally read this series like. 20 times at least and I never would have fallen deep enough into this fandom to start writing without it so thank you thank you thank you and everyone go read it)

10. Is there a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?

Definitely, and it's Now Kiss. I did not expect the response on that and if you know me, you've heard me talk about that. It just felt so rushed when I was writing it and I didn't get a chance to really edit it the way I wanted to and I've worked way harder on fics before and even if it was one of the ones that I was the most excited to share for JTW, there's just a part of me that's like: that's the one everyone loves so much?

That said, one thing about the response that has been lovely is that I've taken it as permission to trust myself a little more. There were a lot of things with that fic that I was uncertain about, but I liked them and decided to leave them alone even if I wasn't 100% sure because I was on a deadline and wanted it posted. They were probably the kinds of things that I would've fretted about incessantly and edited to death if I'd had more time, but people liked them, so it's been really nice to be able to let go of some of my self-doubt!

18. What’s one of your favorite lines you’ve written in a fic?

Damian has always hated that Tim can carve the meat from an action, pull the bone of it out clean.

grughauhgaruharhgau just. I love this line so much. It says so much about both of them. It was also a tight race between that and this:

Everyone believes Goldie, all of the time. He just flashes that gorgeous smile like a fucking master key, and Jason’s always been a tiny bit jealous that everyone else turned out so goddamn endearing. 

also this one 😭😭😭 I really like the way that it reads like Jason's voice and also this is one of those things that he would never ever say because he can barely admit that it's true, even though it is

[daisiesandgiggles]

Hey hey @daisiesandgiggles

It's Fat Tuesday!!

In a music class, I had New Orleans swing street band music as one of the topics. I stumbled across these guys. They're fun and, of course, I like the title🤭🤭 🍈🍈Thanks for the song request earlier, too... 🧡🧡 love you, sexy mama!! I adore our friendship!! 😘😘 I know you're working, but show your ®®🤭🌕🐇🧡 thanks for hosting!!

Totally forgot today was Fat Tuesday as I looked at everyone in all their purple and beads today. DUH!! 😀Thanks gor the reminder Hunny Bunny@fullmoonbunnyjunction . Never heard of these guys before so something new for me. Love this sexy little tease ,as for me, I can't really show my girls off because Daddys not around to ask, so I shall keep my good girl status and resist the temptation. 🙊🤣 but maybe I'll share privately with you.😈😁😜 on that note thank you beautiful for stopping by Tuesday TUNESday to share this bad ass song with @guardianw and I.🤗🥰💜

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[lullabyalikpoptarot]

Omg thank you lots for the sunoo career reading! He said he has a gift prepared for us so hopefully is that cover and that's the solo opportunity you gor from your cards! I really dont know what's about that boy, maybe it's because he has a lot of hidden potential but I can't help but being interested in what he does next. Ive been distancing from kpop from a while now, only checking content and music from the groups I like from time to time, but I keep getting pulled in to support him, it's like when you watch a great but obscure show and you want everyone to watch it to see how great it is. Maybe it's because the way he is managed doesn't really make sense in my head too. like from the time iland ended he should have been promoted as a vocal/personality member like seungkwan from svt, though I'm not familiar with svt at all but I as a non-fan I recognize seungkwan for being a great singer and being great in variety shows, belift should have pushed that image for him.

In fact, all of them could be managed so much better, no shit they all seem pretty frustrated with their careers. But specially for sunoo, like you said, I dont think he will get to shine his brightest while he's in the group/company as it is. I love his idol activities and it would break my heart for enhypen to disband but he's definitely being hidden in there. In the end something will have to give, sunoo will have to bring a gun to those contract negotiations.

Your reading gave me sumn to look forward. Hopefully whoever that higher up is gets fired or wtvr. I dont think it's heeseung either, maybe he is mirroring that energy...? yknow I always saw heeseung as kind of the leader when it comes to the artistic part of enhypen career, after he helped produce(? or direct(? bite me recording.

Another note, I don't really remember where I saw it, but there was another sunoo career reading where they got the lovers and 2 of cups, and they talked about partnerships too. Maybe he's the type to date with the people he works with 😭 I dont know, I can't remember one example but I think there are plenty of actors/musician that do the same, and when a project ends so does the relationships 😭 lmaoo.

Anyway, talking about dating, I'm sure you already got a request for this but maybe you should do a reading about jungwon and winter situation. Despite what he says, jungwon has a lots of friends in the industry, good for him! they all seem to adore him and see his as a pure person. If they are really friends and considering their personalities I'm sure winter and jungwon relationship is v cute too, sadly we wont get interactions ever because of weird fans :(

that's all sorry for the long rant I wanted to get it out my chest

Interesting message here. No worries about it being long. I enjoyed what you had to share. Now, are people sure it was Jungwon? Like, I saw a picture, but the person was covered up, so I am not sure if that was really him.

Now, from the cards I am getting if they did meet up, it was for business, like I see these two wanting to come together, because they both may dislike how things are in the industry, and they seem to want to make changes to that. When I pulled cards for their interaction. I got the Queen of Pentacles, Justice. Emperor rv, 7 of wands, also got the 10 of cups and Queen of Cups rv. They both energetically seem frustrated with the control they have over them and want more joys and stability. I am not getting much about a close connection here. The Queen of Cups rv gives me there ain't nothing romantic I am seeing. They could be friends coming together over issues they have about the business.

Pulled some astrology cards for more clarification, got the House 2, Virgo, the Sun, once again something about finances, money, security and wanting things to improve here. This is giving me if these two do come together it is about how messed up this industry and comparing notes. It is pretty business related.

Now, that doesn't mean they can't be dating. People can date and just be about that business lol Tarot can only show so much. This is just showing the energy of them two. I am not going to pretend that I know if the rumors are true or not. At the end of the day, they can do whatever they want, but I am not even certain they were meeting up and if that was even him.

[loopstagirl]

Firefighting

@flashfictionfridayofficial prompt 202: The Devil You Forgot. Words: 1000

“Make sure it doesn’t happen again.”

“It won’t. You have my word.”

“Very well. Dismissed.”

It took effort not to salute his father (unironically) before walking out. Gordon left the infirmary, hating that the debriefing had to take place in there. But no one wanted to leave Virgil, despite him still sedated against the pain of the burns.

Gordon didn’t want to leave, either. But there was something he had to do.

He moved with purpose, taking the stairs two at a time. He rapped once on Alan’s door then barged in without waiting for a response.

“Gordon!” Alan’s tone was too high, too eager. At least he wasn’t completely oblivious.

Gordon ignored him. “Tin-Tin, honey, can we have a minute?”

“She can stay.”

“It’s okay.” Tin-Tin glanced between the two brothers. “You look like you need to talk.”

As she moved, Gordon winked at her. “Loving the new parting by the way, suits you.”

“Thank you.” Tin-Tin smiled at him, but the look she shot Alan showed it wasn’t only Gordon he was in trouble with.

“I said something looked different,” Alan protested. But Tin-Tin left, closing the door behind her.

“So-,”

“Why did I just cover for you?” All the levity had gone from Gordon’s voice. “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t tell Dad and Scott what really happened out there; why Virgil is in the infirmary.”

Alan went pale. “How is he?”

“3rd degree burns, Alan. How’d you think? Brains has him sedated for now.”

Alan sat down on his bed; hands clasped between his knees. He’d gone pale, but Gordon was in no mood to comfort him.

“You need to see him.”

“I can’t,” Alan muttered. “I can’t face him.”

“Deal with it. I covered for you with command, but you owe Virgil an apology. And why, exactly, did I even need to cover for you? You were on the rota to check the foam levels.”

“I did.” Alan deflated under Gordon’s glare. “I thought I did. I guess I just… forgot.”

“Forgot? The devil you forgot! Distracted, more like.”

Alan flushed. Gordon wondered how many shades his brother would go through before this conversation was over.

“I thought I’d done it!”

“No. You thought you’d skimp on it, sneak off with Tin-Tin and hope we didn’t get a rescue needing the equipment. But we did get a rescue, Al. One you didn’t even go on!”

The fires had raged hot and fierce. Gordon had joined Virgil and Scott on the ground, tackling some by hand while Virgil had taken the FireFly further in to reach trapped survivors. He was almost there when the foam had run out. It shouldn’t have done; it should have had twice as much in the tank.

But Virgil, being the heroic idiot that he was (and clearly having spent too much time around Scott), decided it didn’t matter he was in the worst of it. He’d got out, grabbed nothing more than a glorified fire extinguisher, and gone in on foot.

He’d rescued the trapped civilians. He’d got them back to the FireFly.

That was it.

Scott had ordered Gordon to use the cannon on Two to douse the rest. They hadn’t previously – too much of a risk for the trapped survivors. But it didn’t matter anymore. They trusted the FireFly could pick up where it’d failed before, and keep Virgil safe.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s not me you have to say it to,” Gordon snapped. Before he could stop himself, he’d sunk on his brother’s bed, lying back. He was exhausted.

Coming home, he’d put Two on autopilot so he could be with Virgil. But it’d still been stressful, and a relief when his father and Brains had appeared.

“Why did you cover for me?” Alan asked quietly. “You could’ve told Scott.”

“Bro-code, Alan,” Gordon muttered. “Since when have we grassed each other up?”

For their entire lives, they’d been covering for each other. But Gordon propped himself on his elbows.

“But I’m not doing it again. Not for this.” He meant it. Pranks were one thing. Alan being distracted this time could’ve cost their brother his life. “You’ve gotta grow up, kid.”

“Contradiction,” Alan said, with an attempt at a smile. Gordon rolled his eyes.

“C’mere.” He held out an arm. Alan smiled, going in for a hug, then yelped when Gordon pulled him into a headlock instead, digging his knuckles into the younger man’s scalp.

As he shoved Alan away, his little brother looked at him.

“Are we okay?”

“Apologise to Virgil,” Gordon said, “then we’ll be okay.”

Heck knew he could never stay mad at his kid brother.

-x-

Back in the infirmary, Jeff looked at his eldest son. Scott wouldn’t leave Virgil’s side until his brother could come as well. There was going to be a long battle ahead of him to wrangle his boys. But he didn’t care. As long as they could get Virgil back on his feet, that’s all that mattered.

He cleared his throat softly until Scott looked up.

“Gordon.”

“What about him?”

“He’s covering for Alan, isn’t he?”

He’d guessed as soon as Gordon had made his report. If he’d truly been responsible, he wouldn’t have been standing to attention. He would’ve been as close to Virgil as he could get.

But he also knew Scott knew it. There was no way his Field Commander would’ve listened in silence if he truly thought Gordon was to blame.

“Yeah,” Scott said, his tone heavy. “It’s what those two do.”

“Go easy on him.”

“On Alan? Look what he’s done.”

“No,” Jeff smiled. “On Gordon, for lying. You boys are too loyal to each other.”

He looked at Scott, almost on top of Virgil’s bed to be there for his brother, and smiled. He was furious with his youngest, but proud of his fourth-born. It took a lot to hold onto that kind of loyalty when this was the outcome.

Alan may have a way to go. But Gordon had grown up.

[aroacerick]

hiii sleepy :] random friendship ask time

what’s your favorite episode of rick and morty or house md?

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r&m + house md spoilers ahead

my fav house md episode is probably the end of season 4, episode 14 and 15, houses heart and wilsons head

house had just been in a bus accident and he lost a lot of his memory, and wilsons girlfriend had went missing. and a LOOOT of stuff happens, and it turned out that house accidently led to wilsons girlfriends death :-(

there is this really heartbreaking scene where wilsons girlfriend wakes up from her coma for a few hours before she dies, and wilson cuddles up with her and he cries so hard and it makes me. so sad. its such a good episode it makes me ugly cry

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and my favorite episode of rick and morty is unmortricken (s7e5) and the fear hole (s7e10). both are INSANE I LOVE THEM SO BAD

unmortricken follows evil morty, morty prime, rick c137, and rick prime, with all of their nonsense. they have their big fight and whatever and i looove evil morty he is literally me irl

the fear hole..... is big with morty and his relationship with rick and its so good...... it shows how bad their relationship is and how little morty thinks rick thinks of him aufhaufuahf im obsessed with them so bad it kills me wberytime i rewatch

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