#a bean speaks

[decaf-bean]

@capnhanbers been thinking about Catsup lately and actually trying to figure out markings/coat type and I’m genuinely so conflicted.

[mothers-and-fuckers-of-the-jury]

just to clarify. because this is the piss on the poor website who needs nuance spelled out for them like babies and ive gotten more than one pissy anon about it. my commentary on this post is not the most well thought out and edited and re-written opinion nor am i saying that Mangione is completely innocent and is being falsely accused/framed by the NYPD.

my main points were that a) people need to read media publications about this case critically (which is true of all media, not just this case), b) to not immediately martyr him as the shooter until he's had a fair trial, and c) that the nypd sucks and is corrupt as hell and i would not be surprised if they planted evidence, regardless of mangione's actual innocence or guilt.

yes, he very well could be guilty. that would not shock me based on what i've seen. however. he deserves a fair and unbiased trial regardless. stop jumping down my throat about me being a crazy conspiracy theorist about his innocence.

[choochooboss]

Kalosian Emmet ideas are very entertaining rn, keep them coming ahah!!

[arxcii]

the four horsemen of the apocalypse (wherein you say something interestingly sus)

[whumpacabra]

I don’t have a posted DNI for a few reasons but in this case I’ll be crystal clear:

I do not want people who use AI in their whump writing (generating scenarios, generating story text, etc.) to follow me or interact with my posts. I also do not consent to any of my writing, posts, or reblogs being used as inputs or data for AI.

[gunsatthaphan]

"so what do you want me to do?"

[nighthaunting]

I know we’re all just clowning here on tumblr dot com but I do think the perception of Morgott as like, ultra-religious and sort of blindly following the Golden Order despite their hatred of Omens is a really contextless reading of his situation.

If we read the description of his great rune it says:

That the Omen King was born of the golden lineage, and that he was indeed the Lord of Leyndell.

Morgott was the rightful ruler of Leyndell, Omen or not that was his golden city full of people who would revile him if they knew of his true origin.

I think his motives are less someone who’s tricked themselves into believing in something that hates him and more someone who’s wanted a place where he belongs for so long that now that there’s finally a place that he provably has a right to he’s never leaving.

Morgott isn’t deluded about what the Golden Order is or he’d never have invented the Veiled Monarch. Even the lines about his becoming the Erdtree’s protector don’t really indicate he had a particularly faith-based reason for doing so, but rather that he found that he came to love the Erdtree despite not knowing love.

Morgott is the gothic heroine who just inherited a big cursed estate but he wants a place that’s his own so bad he moves into the haunted house anyway and starts loving the architecture despite it being full of ghosts that hate him.

Morgott who led the Night’s Cavalry to hunt Tarnished, and beat the shit out of Rahdan, and launched the Seige of Mt. Gelmir and prosecuted the bloodiest and most costly war in the Shattering is not a guy who is getting his blind fundamentalist on, he’s a guy who’s decided that he’ll pile up a mountain of corpses before he lets anyone take away or threaten his place and is willing to be extremely proactive about defending it.

Editing to add:

And see the thing is, I think there’s even more nuance to it than just Morgott finally having a scrap of something to call his own and being willing to defend it with all his might!

In hindsight, I actually think Morgott had a better idea than anyone what the Tarnished would eventually have to do to get to the Elden Throne.

His dialogue as he’s dying makes it clear he’s known about the thorns blocking the way into the Elden Throne and been considering every way anyone might get through them.

In his dialogue as Margit in Stormveil, he says very specifically “the flame of ambition” and speaks of snuffing that flame.

I think Morgott realized that the only way a Tarnished could get into the Elden Throne would be to burn the Erdtree, and not only has he come to love this fixture of the haunted house he chooses to live in, but he knows that burning the Erdtree would destroy the place he calls his own.

Is it any wonder he’s so proactively trying to stop any Tarnished from even approaching Leyndell in the first place, when in his eyes it wouldn’t be unreasonable to view a sufficiently powerful Tarnished as a direct threat to the piece of the Lands Between that he’s carved out for himself?

[bunsandstuff]

While I’m posting ooc and art things, have this Asexual meme I made. My flavor of Ace is Aegosexual which what this represents ✨ The more you know 🌈⭐️

[berylian]

So I'm getting top surgery (revisions) on the 15th. I'm still unemployed so I'd appreciate if anyone could toss me a few bucks so I can get misc. essentials (food and transit).

paypal.me/portmanteu

Venmo @Jerrie-Martinez

Cashapp $JDMara

Gonna set my goal a bit lower than my last surgery:

662/1000$

[lgbtlunaverse]

How I feel about this and next week's dungeon meshi episodes

I'm already seeing people going at it and it's gonna get SO much worse next week when The Fight™ happens. I am so tired. I just wanna stare at my and marcille's hot dragon chicken wife. Is that too much to ask?

[divinebunnii]

another year of surprise nudes on their phone, another year of squeezing and sucking, another year of gentle love and primal fucking, another year of unbridled hedonism, another year of not feeling guilt in what we find pleasurable, another year of constantly learning self love, another year of new and exciting ways to love not only those we cherish but those we don’t yet know, another year of new friendships and ending toxic relationships, another year of we fucking got this let’s get sexi

[decaf-bean]

I return from the grave with more art for @capnhanbers because ohhhh my gosh.

Finally. FINALLY came out of my cave and caught up with JOAT and was compelled to draw more Hot Naya Rights. Like we all KNEW the dress was a hit. Please enjoy these two I love them.

[leafie-draws]

thinking about pokemon again and I'll never forgive them for getting rid of Lapras' fangs to make it look more cute and friendly or whatever

[ripdragonbeans]

Snow Angels // modern!Aemond x Reader

Summary: Aemond is too engrossed in his book to come out into the snow so you come up with a plan.

Warnings: smut

Looking out the window, soft flurries of snow drifted down from the sky. You smiled brightly; snow always made you happy. Pressing a hand against the cold window, you leaned forward as though you would dissolve through the window and to the outside world.

Your boyfriend’s apartment was cozy. The heater was on and he made hot chocolate for the both of you. Drinking it made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

“Aemond, let's go outside,” you suggested to your boyfriend.

Aemond was lounging on the couch, a book in his hand. He was engrossed in A Christmas Carol. It's the book he reads every winter. He says it gets him in the Christmas spirit.

“One more chapter and then we can go out, I promise,” he said without looking up.

“Aaaeemond,” you whined. “I wanna make snow angels and snowmen.”

“You can always go without me.” He turned a page.

“But it's not fun without youuu.” You crawled over to him and took his book out of his hand. “Let's see where you are.” You cleared your throat dramatically. “‘I will honour Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year. I will live in the Past, the Present, and the Future. The Spirits of all Three shall strive within me. I will not shut out the lessons that they teach.’” You marked the page before shutting it. “See! You're almost done! You can finish it off later. Let's go!”

Aemond tried to grab the book from you but you were quick to run away from him. Already dressed in cozy clothes, you quickly slipped on your shoes as you held onto the book and ran out the front door.

Snowflakes drifted down and landed in your hair and on your eyelashes, dusting you. Aemond followed you out the apartment dressed in his sweater and sweatpants. He rushed to put his shoes on so they were still untied.

“Babe, really?” He said exasperatedly.

“You're basically done with your book. If you want it you're gonna have to come and catch me!” You laughed as you ran away, putting the book under your jacket to protect it from the snow.

Sprinting off the best you could, you ran around the front of the apartment, relishing in the chase. After a few minutes of staying away from Aemond, you finally stood still and let yourself be caught.

Aemond, not expecting you to stop running, tumbled into you. Both of you fell to the ground, the book still protected by your jacket.

“Hey, baby,” you giggled.

“You got me outside, are you happy now?” Aemond didn't move to get off of you but pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“Yes, yes I am.” You flashed him a giant smile and gasped. “Now we can make snowmen and snow angels!”

“Um, you haven't returned my book.” He gave you an accusatory look.

“Make one snow angel with me, please,” you drew out the last word.

Aemond sighed, “Fine, but you have to promise to return my book first.” Once he got up he offered a hand and helped you up.

Snow covered both of your backs. The cold seeped through but you welcomed the feeling. It was winter, after all. Still holding the book under your jacket, you enveloped Aemond in a hug as best as you could.

“I love you, you know that?” You asked him.

“Yes, I do.” He smiled and kissed the top of your head.

You handed him his book before letting yourself fall back on the snow covered grass. Laughing, you moved you arms and legs to make the perfect snow angel. Aemond placed his book in front of the door where there was a small roof to protect it. Instead of flopping down on the ground like you, he carefully lowered himself, laid down, and spread his limbs to make his own snow angel.

After a few minutes, you stopped moving and just laid there staring up at the snow flurries. This was perfect; you and Aemond in the snow.

Aemond rolled over to you. “Are you happy now? I made a snow angel.”

“Yes, I am. And your snow angel is perfect, just like you,” you giggled. Carefully, you got up to admire your work.

Aemond's angel was just as you said, perfect, even though one wing was flattened out because he rolled over to you. He laughed as he got up, looking at both angels.

“Let's go inside now, I'm freezing.” Aemond wrapped his arms around you.

Nuzzling into him, you murmured your agreement. You looped your arm through his after he picked his book up off the ground. When you enter the apartment you expected him to let go and go back to his book. Instead, Aemond tossed his book on a loveseat and pushed you onto the couch.

He pinned your arms above your head. “Were you thinking you could get away with stealing my book without a punishment?” He was a breath away from your lips.

You smiled. “Maybe.” You moved to capture his lips with your but he moved away.

“No kisses for naughty girls.” He ran his nose up the length of your neck before kissing that spot right under your ear. “You'll take what I give you.”

“Fuck, Aemond,” you breathed out.

Slowly, Aemond released your arms and began to strip you of your clothes. He was in no rush; he took his sweet time. Lazily, he unzipped your jacket. He helped you sit up so he could take off your two layers of long sleeved shirts. When you were left topless, except for your bra, he kissed his way up your arm.

“Beautiful,” Aemond whispered. “Stand up and take those pants off. I need to see that ass.”

Following Aemond’s lead, you took your time getting up and taking off your bottom layers. Swiveling your hips, you danced to the music in your head to give him a show. As you pulled the layers down, you turned around so he could have a perfect view of your ass.

Aemond's hands immediately went to your ass, cupping it and squeezing it. With a quick motion, he slapped it with a crack then quickly pressed kisses to soothe it.

Biting your lip, you groaned and shook your ass in his face, wanting more.

“Patience, my dear.” He slapped it again. Aemond pulled you by the waist so you landed in his lap. Peeling off your panties, he circled your clit with his thumb. You ground against him.

“So eager, are we?” he taunted you.

You nodded.

“I need you to use your words.”

“Yes, Aemond,” you said breathlessly.

“Good girl,” he praised before sinking a finger into you. “So fucking wet for me and I've barely touched you.” He slowly pumped in and out, bringing his other hand around your waist to rub your clit, making it easier for him.

When he added a second finger you moaned and rocked against his hand. You reached around to pull him down to you so you could kiss him but he moved out of the way.

“You'll take what I give,” he reminded you. He pressed a teasing kiss to your cheek.

“Yes, Aemond.”

When he took his fingers out of you, you whimpered but he quickly silenced you by pushing you lips open with them. “Suck, baby. Taste yourself.”

You moaned around his fingers, loving the taste of yourself on him. Releasing his fingers with an obscene pop, he moved you from his lap to the couch. You watched Aemond with wide eyes as he undressed himself. His cock was already hard and sprang up against him when he pulled his clothes down. Your mouth watered at the sight of him. Gingerly, you leaned forward and took his cock in your mouth.

Aemond groaned and threw his head back as you took as much of him in as possible. “That's it, baby. Such a good girl.” His hand went to your hair to keep it out of your face.

You bobbed your head back and forth, greedily taking him all in. Releasing him, you spit on his cock to make it easier to slide him in and out. You brought your hand up to help work all of him. His precum danced on your tongue and you lapped it up. You loved making him feel this way, having him at your mercy.

Before he could come, he pulled you off of him and pushed you back on the couch. “Spread your legs, baby, it's my turn to eat.” Aemond delved straight between your legs and licked the length of your pussy. “Fuck, I love how you taste.”

All you could do was nod your head. You were in bliss as his tongue danced all around your pussy. He always knew the best way to make you come.

Aemond moved his mouth to your clit and began sucking. Bucking up your hips, you silently begged for more. You could feel smirk as he held your legs down. Soon, he plunged in three fingers without any warning.

You screamed in pleasure. “Aemond, I'm gonna come!”

That only made him move faster.

Pleasure built up in your stomach and soon you hit that beautiful bliss at the top. Stars danced in front of your eyes as Aemond continued to finger fuck you through your orgasm. When he pulled out he allowed you to pull him into a bruising kiss.

“I need you in me,” you whispered against him.

Aemond, no longer able to keep up his facade, quickly followed your directions and buried himself in you. One quick thrust was all it took and you were together.

Both of you sighed when he entered. You loved the stretch that occurred whenever he first entered you. It was pure ecstasy.

Aemond soon began thrusting in and out of you. Wanting to feel you pulse around him. “Can't wait to feel you come around my cock. Can't wait to fill you up with my come,” he said between breaths.

“Mmhm,” was all you could say. You held him close as he fucked you and captured his lips in another kiss.

You devoured each other, not being able to get enough. There was no way to get closer but you wanted - needed - to be closer.

“I love you, I love you,” you said as he picked up the pace.

“I love you too,” he replied. “Fuck, please come. I can feel you pulsing around me.”

He was right. Your core was tightening and you were close. Aemond thrust harder and hit that perfect spot inside of you. You came hard and fast in his cock.

“Aemond!”

“Fuck, baby, I'm gonna come.” He thrust quick and hard, searching for his own release. He soon found it and spent himself inside of you.

Collapsing, you both fell back on the couch and refused to get up. You wanted him inside you as long as possible.

“Don't leave me, you're warm,” you told him.

“You're warm, too,” Aemond said.

After a few peaceful moments, Aemond slowly pulled out. He picked you up to carry you to the shower where he cleaned up both you and himself. When you were done he carried you again back to the bed.

“We'll clean up the couch later,” he joked.

“Okay, baby,” you yawned.

Aemond pressed a sweet kiss to your forehead. “Sleep well, baby.”

He wrapped his arms around you and you fell asleep in love more than anything.

[muffinlance]

Read "Suki, Alone". Liked it in general. But can they please, please hire someone who knows both the show's actual events and how to follow through on a character arc? Because guys. Guys. That comic is not implying about Suki what they meant it to be implying, and all because of literally one line.

So like. From a writer's standpoint:

What they meant to do: show Suki as a community-oriented person who cares for her people, and believes in everyone succeeding together.

As opposed to (spoilers): the thief girl they set her up in contrast with, who's pretty upfront and consistent on primarily looking out for herself. She betrays Suki for one (1) corn chip to improve her own life at the prison, no surprise.

But the problem is: they give Suki an inspirational line to the effect of "we're all working together and we'll all break out together"

You know

The thing she does not do in the show

So if both the show and this comic are canon, then instead of setting up a compare/contrast with the thief girl, they've just set up a comparison. One were Suki is arguably worse, because she's been leading a significant number of prisoners on with her "we'll all fight and win our freedom together!" business, only to straight up cut them out of the escape loop and abandon them, whereas the thief is only leading Suki on in the sense that Suki keeps telling her what it's morally correct to think and confuses snide replies with agreement

My dudes. My fellow writers. You people actually being paid for this. There were so many ways to fix those awful implications against our girl's character, the simplest of which would be to not include that line. Or they could have, you know, made it canon compliant with what actually happens in the show, so that this comic doesn't set Suki up as a betrayer instead of a community builder. Like... just send all her good prison buddies off to other prisons in the wake of the warden finding out they're colluding. Have it timed to be right before the next new prisoners arrive, thus setting it immediately before the Boiling Rock episodes, so Suki didn't have anyone left in the prison she'd want to take with her on a breakout. For bonus points, include a page or two of her and her Kyoshi warriors opening up the cell of one of her prison friends post-war, thus implying she's tracking down and actually fulfilling her promises. Maybe even show her doing the same with thief girl, who was established as being imprisoned on false charges anyway, and also showing that Suki is A) the bigger person, and B) willing to acknowledge her own role in mistakes (because I cannot emphasize enough how much thief girl was not hiding her own priorities, and it was Suki who approached HER with all this, not the girl ever doing anything special to weasel her way in) (this would also open up an opportunity for paralleling Suki's earlier in-comic mistake of not listening to one of her friend's very valid thoughts and feeling, which lead to the girl leaving their island alone pre-canon; a "seeing people as they are, not what you want them to be" moment)

Anyway yeah enjoyable enough for a quick read but another one for the "this can't be canon or the characters are So Much Worse than they were in the actual show" pile

At least Aang didn't promise to murder anyone in this one

[whumpacabra]

I am thinking about a character coming home late. I am thinking about their friends being worried, relieved beyond belief to see them again (because the last time they disappeared…it was bad). The character doesn’t want to talk about where they’ve been, and that’s fine, but their friends just want to know they’re not hurt -

And at that the character snaps at them, violently pushing them away and running to hide in the nearest room with locking door. They’re fine, they just need space - because they are hurt (it’s bad) but they don’t want to worry their friends, they want to be able to take care of themself.

(It wasn’t supposed to happen again.)