#also tried to keep it vague so you can fill in the gaps of what harry may or may not know!

[labwebs]

@h-osborn​ asked: ❛  do you want to talk about it?  ❜ - For Peter 3?

“I... I mean I dunno if I should, y’know?” Peter shrugged, hands stuffed in his pockets to keep from fidgeting too much. “’s not time travel but it’s, um, still knowing stuff you probably shouldn’t.” Really, he wondered if he’d said too much already. It was eerie, though. How much, despite their different appearances, that this Harry reminded him of the Harry in his own universe. Was that what it felt like for people who knew multiple hims?  Though oddly he reminded him more of the Harry he’d known before Norman had shipped him off to boarding school. Before Harry had found out about the ticking time bomb in his cells that he’d inherited from his Dad. And yet he knew from this universe’s MJ that Harry, this Harry, already knew. It made him wonder how things might’ve gone different if he’d been a better friend...

“I mean I’m uh... not exactly an expert. But I’ve- I’ve watched a lot of sci-fi, y’know?”

[wandanatswitch]

Hour of the Owl

Pairing: Dowager!Queen Alicent Hightower x Targaryen!Fem!Reader

Genre: Angst w/ happy ending

Summary: “Love can become both a sanctuary and a peril”

Warnings: NSFW +18 minors DNI, age gap (reader is aprox 18, Alicent is aprox 37), step-cest?, mentions of targcest, fingering? (reader receiving) oral (reader receiving), semi-public sex, mentions of infidelity (not between the main characters), religious shame and guilt, mention of suicidal thoughts, emotional dependency/obsession, mentions of homophobia, kinda? Toxic relationship, manipulation, I kinda wrote the reader from a BPD perspective so she could have some traits. Let me know if there's anything missing! NO DANCE OF DRAGONS AU! Note: English is not my first language! And this is my first time writing a fic so please let me know what you think <3 Also there is very few use of Y/N! 

Words: 2.9K

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“May I join you, Princess?” 

The oh so familiar voice echoes through the empty gardens of the red keep perturbs your quiet late night stroll.

“Of course, Your Grace…” You reply while looking at the bushes filled with different coloured roses. “Is something the matter?”

 You wished to deny her, you really did… but as always, you failed to do so, you just could not bring yourself to say no to her, nor to reject her presence, the one that made you feel that stupid agonising passion that made you wish it was possible that two people were one. You wanted to be binded to her. You wanted to lay down under the same tree where you kiss her so desperately, and merge with her so you could never be separated from one another ever again.

She approaches ever so carefully, moving her hand slightly forward, making your hands faintly touch… An innocent mistake is what she would answer if you reproach her.

“Not at all” She gently caresses the edge of the rose petals in front of you. “I simply wished to know if you have received any letter from my son” A lie. “I know i have not received one since he left” Another lie. You knew for a fact that Aemond had written to the Dowager Queen, he told you himself in the only letter he had written to you, and you had heard Princess Helaena trying and failing to tell Aegon about what their brother had written to their mother… “Mother said he was vague , but that he was well… he wrote that he is not bored as he expected to be and that he is actually having a good time…” is what you heard Helaena say, but you stopped listening when Aegon groaned at his sister-wife’s words.

“What is your need to lie to me, Your Grace?” You did not look up from the flowers, you did not dare. “You always lie, at this point i find myself believing that lying is the only thing you know how to do”

That gained you a sigh from her “You are right, I apologize…” she whispers “I just wanted to be alone with you—”

“Please, do not say anything else and just leave” you cut her off in a hostile tone but whispered voice “You said it yourself, we are sinful. This is a sin. We are wrong and the Gods will punish us if we do not stop whatever twisted and vile-” she cut you off when she placed her hand on your cheek, caressing it gently with her thumb.

“I know, my darling but—” she tries to plead, but her words get cut off again. You step back, causing her hand to drop back to her side. “You always do this!” you whisper loudly “You always do this! And it is not fair that you get to treat me like a stupid toy that you only wish to hurt!” Tears are rolling down your face at this point, much to your dislike.

“I am so stupidly tired of this, and I simply cannot bear this anymore…” You closed your eyes and tried to be strong and take a deep breath, but it came out shaky and broken. “...I have two children, Alicent… What am I supposed to tell them when they see me cry in front of them because I just can’t take it anymore? That their grandmother's favorite pastime is to hurt me…? 

“Princess, you are speaking foolishly—” The Dowager Queen tries to say calmly, but once again, she finds her words being cut off.

“Am I?!” You are shouting at this point. The anger, the frustration, the pain, the hurt, everything, finally finding a way out. “Yes you are!” The older woman shouted, matching your tone. “My goal has never been to hurt you! Your pain is the last thing I would ever wish for! Ever!” “You are a liar! You have proven yourself to be—”

“I do not lie to hurt you, I lie so I do not lose you!” She starts to lower her voice, although her tone is still full of frustration. “I love you, you know that very well” “No you do not, if anything you despise me” The Targaryen princess tries to say firmly, but her voice wavers from the tears she has spilled “You would have to despise someone to hurt them like you have hurt me” You look at Alicent right in the eyes “Maybe is not me who you wish to hurt. Maybe you wish to hurt my mother and I am nothing more than a discardable piece to accomplish it.” Your breath quickens, your heart hurts and you feel like dying… you feel as if nothing matters anymore, and at this very moment you just wish to die. 

“You just cannot stand the fact that my mother is Queen, can you? And you are not only taking your frustrations out on me, but you are also trying to hurt her through me. That is what I am to you, right?”

“I will not allow you to say such idiotic, and simply untrue words” Alicent is angry. Angry at herself, angry at the Gods… but she is not angry at you, not fully at least. How can she blame you for thinking that? 

She should have been smarter about this whole relationship, the Hightower thought to herself. She should have never given into her sinful desires, but the want overpowered her… If she didn't know better, she would have thought that you were the reward the Gods had given her for enduring more than fifteen years of not only being Viserys' wife, but also a Queen… Turns out you were not her reward, but her damnation.

“I love you, Y/N” She states, her voice unwavering “I do. I love you more than i have ever loved anything before” The auburn haired woman lets out a tired sigh before walking closer to you. She lifts a hand to place at your waist out of pure habit, but she decides against it when she sees the anger and hurt still lingering in the younger girl's eyes. “I do not feel angry at the thought of Rhaenyra sitting on the throne, I promise you that. If anything, I am relieved… I do not have as much responsibility as I had before… And I do have more liberties too, the eyes of the court are not on me anymore, at least most of the time they are not… If Aegon had been crowned king, most of the responsibility still would have been thrown at me, besides I know he would have not been a good king…” Alicent fidgets with her hands as she continues “And the stupid anger i had for your mother, the foolish one sided fight i had with her for years… is over. I know the tension remains, but I promise you, Y/N, I do not hate her, nor do I wish for her downfall or to cause her pain. I wish her well in her reign.” The older woman’s hands grip the fabric of her dress in an attempt to keep her emotions at bay. “So no, you are not “a discardable piece”, Princess” The Princess does not know what to say, so she ultimately decides to sit at a nearby bench in complete silence. “My dear…” Alicent whispers to the younger woman. “I do not believe you.” The princess does not look up from the ground. “I do not believe a word of what you just said.” Alicent has to swallow a sob, but she cannot hold the tears any longer.

“...Why not?” The Hightower whispers as she tries to wipe her falling tears.

“Why…!?” You stand up from the bench and walk towards her, “Why do I not believe you, you ask?! Because like I said before, you have proven yourself to be a liar, Alicent!” The Princess looks up in an attempt to stop more tears to fall, but quickly realizes that it was a futile attempt to stop what she cannot control. “And because you have never once told me about what you just said. You never open up or tell me how you feel! So how am I supposed to believe you?!” The older woman tightens her lips before speaking up. “Alright. You want me to open up? i will.” Alicent steps closer to you and lifts both of her hands to place them on your waist, and this time she decides not to stop the action. “I wish I was born a man so that I could have you like your husband has you. I wish that I was a man so that loving you was not a sin, but I have slowly come to accept that I would gladly be damned to any of the seven hells if it means that I get to have you, to love you, or to even see your face every day. But I still wished that I was born a man… because it is not fair that my own son gets to have you but if I do as much as to touch your hand I will be considered a sinner by the Gods.” She sounds desperate… She looks desperate. 

“I wish I was a man, so I could grab you by your waist, and push you against a wall, and kiss you until you stopped breathing, and do it without fear” Her hands move to your hips. “….If I were a man, I would use you, I would spoil you, I would devour you, but above all I would love you without fear” Alicent’s grip tightens against your hips. “Oh, Princess… How I would love you… If only fate would have been kinder…”

You have stayed quiet up until this point, the words you are hearing have both made you feel like the most loved woman in the seven kingdoms, and the most doomed one at the same time. “...I do  not want you a man, I want you…” You whisper, but your voice does not lack certainty. “I want you as you are…”

Alicent’s eyes look at your own. She is looking at you with such love and tenderness… the kind that makes you melt and doubt if anyone has ever been loved like that before. “I know, sweetling…” The woman’s right hand moves to your tear stained cheek.

You look at Alicent with a pained expression “I love you” Your hand reaches her cheek as you lean forward for a kiss. You kiss her softly, trying to demonstrate with a kiss all the love you feel for her.

On the other hand, Alicent needs you. She needs to feel you, she needs to taste you, she needs to love you… So she deepens the kiss and squeezes your hips. You break the kiss, but not the distance. As you two look at each other, Alicent’s hands move up from your hips to your back. She wastes no time in starting to undo them with practiced ease. “Alicent—” She finishes unlacing your dress, making it loose on you. “Shhh my dear…  We will be fine…” The older woman utters before kneeling on the soft grass and extending her hand to you, a silent invitation.

As soon as you kneel, her hands are on you again, taking off your dress. You gently grab her face and pull her in for a hungry kiss, which makes her moan in your mouth. 

The princess’ hands are tangled in the Hightowers' hair, pulling her as close as possible, trying to become one with the woman that she loves oh so dearly.

As soon as your dress is out of the way, and you are only covered by your undergarments, Alicent’s mouth shifts to your collarbone, peppering kisses as she works on removing your undergarments. She was like a woman starved. She needs you, and you need her just as much. When your undergarments are not an obstacle anymore, her mouth reaches your breasts. She kisses the soft flesh with a mix of love and hurry, making your throat release sweet gasps and making your back arch.

Oh Gods, the sounds… They only fueled Alicent’s want more and more, and it did not help that your fingers had started to unlace her dress, making it each second more and more loose.

You needed that damned dress off of her, you needed to take it off of her just as she had taken yours off of you. You needed to feel her bare body against yours. You needed her in the way you have never needed anything else… In fact, you are sure that nobody else has ever experienced this kind of need and want.

Alicent continues worshipping your breasts as if they were deities themselves. Her tongue licks your nipple while her hand massages the other, and the moans that come out of your mouth are inevitable.

You finally manage to take the dress off of her, leaving her only in her undergarments… But still, that was more clothing that you wanted her in. “I think it is a little unfair that you have those on while I am almost completely bare, do you not think so?”

The older woman sits up a little bit, stopping her ministrations on your breasts. “You are right, princess… It is not at all fair” Right after she says those words, she removes the upper part of her undergarments, leaving her chest exposed to you. Your mouth finds itself immediately in her breasts… kissing, biting, licking…

A sweet moan falls from her lips , causing you to softly moan in return.

Alicent gently pushes you to lay on the grass, but not before putting your dress as a blanket for you to lay on, causing you to smile at her caring act. “I love you so much… I did not think it was possible to love this much…” You whisper to her, and those may be the truest words you have ever said.

“I love you too. More than anything” She lays down next to you, and instantly kisses you again while she runs her hands through your body. “You are all I need, and there is no such thing as something that I would not do for you, my sweetest girl”

Alicent’s hand reaches your hips and as soon as she grabs the hem of the bottom part of your undergarments, she slides them down your legs.

“We should go to my chambers… or yours, anyone could see us here—” Your words are stopped when two of her digits rub your clit in the way only she could “Oh Gods…!”

Any thought of getting caught had suddenly vanished from your mind, and instead, it was replaced by pleasure and Alicent’s name.

“No one will see us, my darling” She moves her fingers faster, while her other hand caresses your hair “It is the hour of the owl…” She stops her movements so she can position herself between your legs “And everyone knows that this pacific garden is yours, my love, no one will come, do not worry in vain” She reassures you once she is kneeled in between your legs. 

The only response you could give to her was a weak nod, but that quickly changed once her tongue made contact with your core, making you moan her name. 

Your hands made their way to Alicent’s hair, tangling themselves between the strands. The only thoughts you had were of Alicent, nothing more, nothing less. 

One of Alicent’s hands grips one of your thighs, while the other one travels up and towards your chest.

The Dowager Queen was lost on you. On your taste, on how you feel, on how you sound… This is everything she could ever want.

“Alicent…!” You moan loudly as your back arches, involuntarily searching for more. “Alicent I’m close…!”

The older woman's hand reaches for your own, stopping her movements on your breast , and instead intertwines her fingers with yours.

“Go ahead, my darling” Alicent says without moving away from your clit, softly moaning at the taste.

Your grip on your love’s hair tightens, and your eyes roll back. It felt as if you were on fire, and you never wanted it to end… You moan and gasp Alicent’s name as you reach your climax,  your hips bucking up towards your lover’s mouth to ride the last waves of pleasure.

Alicent crawls up and lays next to you… Her hand gently caresses your body as she places a sweet kiss on your lips, when she pulls away she takes her time to admire you… spent, panting, and underneath the moonlight. 

“...Run away with me…”

[marsadler]

INTRO

Hello!

I thought I'd do a bit of a more formal intro as I try to move over to engaging more on Tumblr now that other social media platforms are becoming steadily more unusable.

I'm mars or Kaye, I write lots of weird sensual horror and cross-blended speculative fiction with horror, all with trans and queer characters. I first self-published a short story on itchio in March of 2023 after years of wishing I could leave ghostwriting to publish my own work. (I still haven't fully escaped that occupation, but we're getting there.)

I'm a big, huge fan of publishing on itchio, although I'm also published on Amazon as a necessary evil, boo hiss, tomato tomato, etc.

PUBLISHED WORK

2023

FIRST CREATION: my debut novella, 22k words/98 pages, religious horror featuring an angel and a demon on opposite sides of a never-ending war escaping together, and a whole lot of cannibalism and fruit metaphors. It was a finalist in the 2023 Indie Ink Awards. Transmasc protagonist, M/M pairing.

Blood & Flowers (currently undergoing a re-release process that's adding roughly 11k words and a new cover, so it's not available for sale right now): won the Queer Indie Award of 'Best Sophomore Novel' in 2023, enemies to lovers, vague Romeo and Juliet retelling, vampires and haunted houses. I'm so excited to share the re-release of this early this year! Transmasc protagonist, M/M pairing.

EYETOOTH: another novella (I really love writing novellas), 18k words/90 pages, t4t eroguro medkink fever dream. A trans art student undergoes an experimental surgery at an underground plasma donation center, but afterwards, the doctor disappears and leaves him to deal with the aftereffects and strange cannibalistic urges. Transmas protagonist, nonbinary love interest, M/NB pairing.

2024

Dead Cowpokes Don't Wrangle: Probably the coolest thing I did last year was curate this anthology with a good friend and fellow author, H.S. Wolfe. A queer collection of weird west stories and gorgeous artwork from 18 creators, this is an absolute banger, if I do say so myself. My story in there, Red as Blood, Black as Tar, deals with people coming back from the dead, gunslinging outlaws, and a lot of weird, gross tar. F/NB pairing, ~10k words.

UNHOLY FAVORS: 22k words/90 pages, a short story duet about making deals with supernatural entities that go wrong. Featuring trans protagonists, monsterfucking, weird dreamscapes and hellhounds, this is an odd little itchio-exclusive collection. M/M pairings for both, each story is around 10k words.

The Apples of New Eden: 57k words/251 pages, my first full-length novel. Sci-fi horror, taboo romance. Two brothers struggle to reunite for Christmas in a dystopian war-filled future. Featuring cybernetics, wire play, heavy handed anti-establishment themes, and some really weird dogs. Itchio exclusive, transmasc protagonist and M/M pairing.

WIPs For This Year

Sequels: one of my main goals this year is to actually publish a sequel to one of my three started series. (First Creation, Blood & Flowers, and Eyetooth are all the first books in series.)

Sweet Lamb: novel length, religious horror. I tried to release Sweet Lamb early in 2024 but it just wasn't ready. I'm glad I waited, because I'm a lot clearer now on what I want to do with it. It's a very personal book to me, and I want to make it the best it can be. Polyam trans rep, new age cults, weird fucky angels.

Clipped Wings WIP: novel length, religious horror, anti-establishment themes as well as a toxic age gap pairing. What happens when you take an angel's wings away?

Several Novella and novelette length wips: I won't list them all out because I've started SEVERAL, and I'm not sure which I'll get done first, but I'm hoping to get at least a couple of them out this year.

Other work: I'm very excited to be a part of several other cool collaborative projects I can't talk about yet, but there's several things in the works right now, so keep an eye out!

Alright, that's it for now, thank you for reading this, and I'm so excited to meet new people on this platform and get weird about queer horror with y'all! You can always DM me or ask me any questions, I'm chronically online.

All my books have CWs in their front matter for those looking, and on itchio in the listing. They're also available on my website, which is marsadler.carrd.co

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Hi! Can I request a mommy Wanda x fem reader where they’re at an amusement park and after awhile R gets overstimulated because the sun is sunning and there’s no clouds so she’s really hot and she’s also hungry and thirsty and her legs hurt but she doesn’t tell Wanda any of this because she gets really quiet/almost non-verbal when she’s overstimulated but Wanda is able to figure it out anyway? Much comfort and love 🤭💕

Mommy!Wanda Maximoff x autistic!fem!reader

Summary: It's time for a trip to the amusement park, but everything is overstimulating you.

Word Count: 1K

Warnings: Age gap relationship (W=34 R=23), Dom/sub dynamics(vague), comfort fic

Authors notes: I'm actually not a huge amusement park person (I don't like rides) so I hope this is good!

The sun blazed overhead as the bustling sounds of the amusement park surrounded you. The Avengers had planned this day off, a rare chance to relax and enjoy some fun together. It had started off great, with everyone in high spirits. Wanda had been especially excited, dragging you from ride to ride with a contagious enthusiasm.

But now, hours into the day, you felt the oppressive heat bearing down on you. Sweat trickled down your back, your mouth dry and throat parched. Your legs ached from the constant walking, and the cacophony of sounds—the shrieks of joy, the clanking of rides, the chatter of the crowd—felt like they were closing in on you.

You tried to keep a brave face, not wanting to ruin anyone's day. The others, including Wanda, seemed to be having such a great time. You didn't want to be the one to bring that to a halt. So, you stayed quiet, your usual chatter reduced to nearly nothing. You could feel yourself retreating into your shell, the overstimulation pushing you to the edge of being non-verbal.

Wanda, however, was incredibly perceptive. She had been keeping an eye on you throughout the day, and it didn’t take long for her to notice the subtle changes in your behavior. The way you trailed behind a bit more, the lack of response to her excited chatter, the small frown lines that had appeared on your forehead.

"Hey," she said gently, pulling you aside as the group decided on their next ride. She cupped your face with her hands, her touch cool against your flushed skin. "Are you okay?"

You forced a smile and nodded, but you could see the concern in her eyes. She wasn't buying it.

"Sweetheart," she said softly, "you don't have to hide how you're feeling. I can see you're struggling."

Your resolve crumbled a bit at her words, your eyes filling with tears. "I didn't want to ruin everyone's day," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

Wanda's expression softened even more, and she pulled you into a hug. "You could never ruin our day. If you're not okay, then we're not okay. Let's take care of you."

She led you to a shaded area, where you could sit down and take a break. The rest of the Avengers noticed and quickly joined, their concern evident.

"Hey, what's going on?" Natasha asked, crouching down beside you.

"Wanda thinks I need a break," you said quietly.

"Smart move," Tony agreed, handing you a cold bottle of water. "It's brutally hot out here."

As you sipped the water, feeling it cool your parched throat, Wanda sat next to you, her arm around your shoulders. "We're going to find some food and take it easy for a bit, okay?" she said.

You nodded, feeling a wave of relief wash over you. The team's understanding and support made the heavy weight of overstimulation a little easier to bear. Wanda kissed your forehead, her touch grounding you in a way that nothing else could.

"Thank you," you murmured, leaning into her.

"Always," Wanda replied. "Your well-being is what's most important. We're here for you, no matter what."

With that, the Avengers rallied to make sure you were comfortable, taking the rest of the day at a slower pace, making sure you were hydrated, fed, and rested. The love and care they showed you made you realize that you were never a burden, and that taking care of yourself was just as important as having fun.

The day continued at a much more relaxed pace. Wanda stayed by your side, her arm wrapped around your waist as you both wandered through the amusement park. You had insisted that the rest of the team continue enjoying their day, reassuring them that you were in good hands with Wanda. They reluctantly agreed, but not without checking in on you periodically.

Wanda, being your girlfriend, never minded taking care of you. To her, you were her precious little girl, and she took great joy in making sure you were happy and comfortable. She suggested you both try the carnival games, and you eagerly agreed. You played game after game, laughing and cheering each other on.

You managed to win a few adorable squishmallows, each representing your favorite Avengers. You secured one of Wanda, Natasha, Cap, and Peter. Each time you won, Wanda's eyes would light up with pride, and she'd kiss your cheek, making your heart flutter with warmth.

As the sun began to set, the amusement park transformed. The rides and stalls were lit up with twinkling lights, casting a magical glow over everything. You and Wanda decided to take a leisurely stroll, enjoying the cool evening air. The day's heat was finally dissipating, and the breeze felt refreshing against your skin.

You started to feel the exhaustion creeping in, your steps becoming slower and more unsteady. Wanda noticed immediately and didn't hesitate to scoop you up into her arms. You wrapped your arms around her neck, your head resting on her shoulder.

"Looks like someone is ready to call it a night," she teased gently, her voice soothing.

"Mhm," you mumbled, already feeling your eyelids drooping.

Wanda carried you toward the parking lot, her gentle rocking motion lulling you further into a sleepy haze. The day had taken all your energy, but it was worth it. Spending time with Wanda, winning those silly squishmallows, and seeing the amusement park lit up at night—it had all been worth it.

As she walked, Wanda spoke softly to you, her voice a comforting melody. "You did great today, sweetheart. I'm so proud of you for pushing through. I hope you had fun."

"I did," you whispered, nuzzling closer to her. "Thank you for taking care of me."

"Always," she replied, kissing your forehead. "I love you."

"I love you too," you managed to say before drifting off completely.

By the time you reached the car, you were fast asleep in Wanda's arms. She gently placed you in the passenger seat, buckling you in securely. The rest of the team soon joined, and everyone exchanged quiet, tired smiles as they settled in for the drive home.

As Wanda drove, she kept one hand on the wheel and the other holding yours, your fingers intertwined. The squishmallows you had won sat in the backseat, a reminder of the fun and love that had filled the day. You might have used all your spoons, but with Wanda by your side, it had been more than worth it.

[leighsartworks216]

Small Hands

Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader

Title based on the song "Small Hands" by Radical Face (definitely listen to it, it fits this so well)

Note: This has (vague) spoilers for Act 3, but also I have not seen the scene with Cazador in question (I started to, but then my heart just hurt too much to keep watching)

Warnings: references to violence, swearing, hurt/comfort

Word Count: 718

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It's been several hours since... since Astarion earned his freedom. He could still feel the rage and despair and fear just below the surface, bubbling like acid. He can feel the angry words he spat at you burning his tongue, even now.

And despite it all, you were right. Ascending would not have brought him the safety he desired. It would have consumed him, as it had consumed Cazador, and his master before. A never ending cycle.

Now that he's had time to think about it, to think clearly away from that wretched place, all he wanted was to be held. Safe. But not because he wields the power to crush everyone beneath him - because he would be protected. Cared for, unconditionally. Loved. And, of course, the one little detail that had him pacing for the last hour, he had no idea how to ask for something like a cuddle from the person he screamed at for refusing to help him ascend.

He couldn't bear the awful feeling that swelled in his gut, or the way his skin crawled with discomfort. He couldn't go the whole night like this. So, before he could think about it much longer, he left his tent and sought you out.

As usual, you lay under the stars in your bedroll. The fire was burned to embers. He wanted to crawl into a hole and stay there until the next century passed. His nails dug into his palms as he crossed the space to reach you.

You shifted as he neared, until you were blearily looking up at him though heavy-lidded eyes. You didn't scowl or turn over to ignore him, you just stared. He tried again and again to speak, to explain what he wanted and apologize and just - anything. But instead he just stood there like a fish gasping for water in a desert.

When you moved in your bedroll, he fully expected you to curl up and ignore him. What he didn't expect was for you to open up the blankets keeping you warm, and what’s more he didn't expect you to open your arms as though preparing a hug. He was stunned speechless - as if he weren't already. He was shocked back into his body when he noticed a shiver run through you.

Carefully, as though you'd rescind the offer with one wrong move, he slipped in beside you. You'd cuddled before, more times than he can admit without becoming embarrassed, but it felt like the first time. He didn't know where to put his arms or legs or head; an uncomfortable gap full of cold air separated you both, but he dared not fill it.

You closed the blankets around him, absent-mindedly tucking him in. And, he couldn't tell if it was purely subconscious or if you were somehow awake enough to notice his reluctance, you wrapped your arms around him and scooted closer. You tangled your legs with his, drew his head to your chest with your arms around his shoulders, and pet his hair.

He ignored the burning behind his eyes as he relaxed into the gentle caresses and heat you provided. He wrapped his arms around your middle and pressed further into your chest, turning his head until his ear was right over your heart, beating steadily behind your ribcage. Beating for him, despite it all.

You sleepily tangled your fingers in his curls, running through them and feeling the way they stubbornly bounced back. Your movements were so very slow, and really quite uncoordinated, but it was the best feeling in the world to him right now. He released a shaky breath and felt you squeeze him around the shoulders in response.

With time - no more than ten minutes - your loving ministrations slowed to a stop as your breath evened out. Fast asleep once more. And still holding him. Even after everything. Even after he cursed you for stealing a life in the sun from him. You were so, so good to him, even when he didn't deserve it.

What little sleep he finds is accompanied not with visceral images of stabbing his master to death, or of the innocents he lured for the ritual, or even those 200 years of pure shit. No - he dreams of laying in your arms like this. Forever.

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[commodorez]

What is the appeal of vintage computers to you? Is it the vintage video games or is it the programs? If so, what kind of programs do you like to run on them?

Fair warning, we're talking about a subject I've been passionate about for most of my life, so this will take a minute. The answer ties into how I discovered the hobby, so we'll start with a few highlights:

I played old video games starting when I was 9 or 10.

I became fascinated with older icons buried within Windows.

Tried to play my first video game (War Eagles) again at age 11, learned about the hardware and software requirements being way different than anything I had available (a Pentium III-era Celeron running Windows ME)

I was given a Commodore 1541 by a family friend at age ~12.

Watched a documentary about the history of computers that filled in the gaps between vague mentions of ENIAC and punch cards, and DOS/Windows machines (age 13).

Read through OLD-COMPUTERS.COM for the entire summer immediately after that.

Got my first Commodore 64 at age 14.

I mostly fell into the hobby because I wanted to play old video games, but ended up not finding a ton of stuff that I really wanted to play. Instead, the process of using the machines, trying the operating system, appreciating the aesthetic, the functional design choices of the user experience became the greater experience. Oh, and fixing them.

Then I started installing operating systems on some DOS machines, or playing with odd peripherals, and customizing hardware to my needs. Oh, and programming! Mostly in BASIC on 8-bit hardware, but tinkering with what each computer could do is just so fascinating to me. I'm in control, and there isn't much of anything between what I write and the hardware carrying it out (especially on pre-Windows machines)! No obfuscation layers, run-times, .dlls, etc. Regardless of the system, BASIC is always a first choice for me. Nova, Ohio Scientific, Commodore, etc. I usually try to see what I can do with the available BASIC dialect and hardware. I also tend to find a game or two to try, especially modern homebrew Commodore games because that community is always creating something new. PC stuff I focus more on pre-made software of the era.

Just to name a few examples from a variety of systems: Tetris, terminal emulators, Command & Conquer titles, screen savers, War Eagles, Continuum, video capture software, Atomic Bomberman, demos, LEGO Island, Bejeweled clones, Commander Keen 1-3, lunar lander, Galaxian, sinewave displays, 2048, Pacman, mandelbrot sets, war dialers, paint -- I could keep going.

Changing gears, I find it funny how often elders outside of the vintage computing community would talk about the era I'm interested in (60s-early 90s). [spoken with Mr. Regular's old man voice]: "Well, computers used to be big as a room! And we used punch cards, and COBOL!" I didn't know what any of that meant, and when pressed for technical detail they couldn't tell you anything substantial. Nobody conveyed any specifics beyond "that's what we used!"

I noticed that gaps remained in how that history was presented to me, even when university-level computer science and history professors were engaged on the subject. I had to go find it on my own. History is written by the victors, yeah? When was the last time a mainstream documentary or period piece focused on someone other than an Apple or Microsoft employee? Well, in this case, you can sidestep all that and see it for yourself if you know where to look.

Experiencing the history first hand to really convey how computers got from point A to B all the way down to Z is enlightening. What's cool is that unlike so many other fields of history, it's near enough in time that we can engage with people who were there, or better yet, made it happen! Why do you think I like going to vintage computer festivals?

We can see the missteps, the dead-ends, the clunkiness, the forgotten gems and lost paradigms, hopefully with context of why it happened. For the things we can't find more information on, when or documentation and perspectives are limited, sometimes we have to resort to digital archeology, and reverse engineering practices to save data, fix machines, and learn how they work. The greater arc of computer history fascinates me, and I intend to learn about it by fixing and using the computers that exemplify it best, and sharing that passion with others who might enjoy it.

[zvtara-was-never-canon]

What do you think about the way the creators are developing Aang's character as the last survivor of his kind? I personally think it's quite good in the series! But in the comics and in other projects, I feel like the creators don't really know how to handle it. They replace the Air Nomads with acolytes, it's a good idea, I don't dismiss anything. I also saw this comic where they talk about the Air Nomads' festivals, but once again, there is relevant information, but it's vague. In The Legend of Korra, the Air Nomads return through this harmonic event.It's touching, it's cool, but once again, it ruins the lore, the story of the war of the traumatized. Aang's culture, I find it is not explored enough. I know there are books and that there is some information to pass on.

But overall I have the impression that they give us a little glimpse without saying more, in the sense that they provide us with information about his culture, but it is not detailed or explicit, it's always quite vague. So, I think there's a lot to know about Aang's culture.I can list many things that the creators could delve into about the culture of the Air Nomads, but they don't.

They also don't want to show what happened during the 100 years before the war when Aang was alive, the massacre that occurred in his culture. I think that the people who watched Avatar in 2005, since then, they have been left without content, they are not showing anything. (I know they showed it in live action, but I'll be talking more in the context of the series!)

Many protagonists have this type of development, like the search for identity, knowing who you are; protagonists with different types of writing that can resonate with viewers who will watch them and identify with them.But, in Aang's case, it's different because it addresses an interesting theme of being the sole survivor and tackles very interesting topics that can raise awareness among the audience about war, trauma, and those who have experienced genocides in their cultures. As I already said, in the series, they do it quite well. But then, it's like, we're forgotten, airbombs no longer exist, get used to it, we replace everything, don't worry, airbombs will return through a harmonic event.

I'm writing this because I think that, with the new series approaching, moving into a futuristic world, I find that they have left enough gaps in the Air Nomads' culture on how to handle a person with trauma and being the survivor of their kind.

Let me put it this way.

How it was handled in the original show: flawed, but good. They could have tried to have more flashbacks to Aang's life to give us a bit more of a glimpse into air-nomads and their culture, but it could NEVER be explored in the same way the other nations were BECAUSE Aang was the only one left. Gaps in information and major losses to the world because knowledge wasn't passed on are a FEATURE, not a bug. It's the realistic consequence of literal genocide.

How it was handled in Korra: TERRIBLE, as almost everything, especially with the "Actually, let's undo some of the damage with the harmony thing" factor. It's the story cowering away from one of it's core themes - genocide and war do IRREPARABLE DAMAGE.

How I fear it will be handled in the new show: Even worse than Korra. Avatar simply doesn't work with futuristic shit. It already didn't work with prohibition era stuff. Almost like a universe that is designed to only work with BENDING taking the role of technology to keep society functioning because it would not harm nature (and by extension not piss off spirits) is immediatelly BROKEN when you try to "update it."

On Netflix showing the air-nomad genocide: It was pure shock vallue, added nothing to story, was gross, and literally only happened to pander to Game Of Thrones fans that have a complex about enjoying anything that isn't grimdark/filled with violence to "prove" it is indeed a mature story (I liked the first 3/4 seasons of the show and I love the books, but MAN, George R.R. Martin's work has cursed the world to deal with so many pretentious edgelords that are alergic to quality, subtlety or simply not showing gory details when they're not needed).

[firewalkzwit]

peace of mind // miguel o'hara x reader (2)

this is so mid but i lost everything mid work so this is a rewrite lacking some stuff from the og i also reiterate that english is not my first language and while im fluent at it, grammatical mistakes are bound to appear i hope u can bare w me :>

Masterlist

AO3 parallel

summary: In the eve of 2050, Spider-Woman is New York’s vigilante trying to maintain order in a revolting society, soon to collapse. The only reason to keep going is the hope for change, as the darkest hour is just before the dawn, but an unexpected turn of events will result in more than just New York to watch over.

(Contains some elements and references I gathered off other pieces of media to inspire the universe and, vaguely, the character.)

word count: 2.2k

Chapter 2

The least amusing part of her work was certainly the one where she had to serve hours of desk work on her computer in order to earn enough to sustain herself. While economically she wasn't in trouble, it was incredibly monotonous, and even if she was thankful that the era of office work was long deceased for minor employees like her, working from home was just as unstimulating. It was in fact hard to find anything stimulating when it contrasted heavily with the adrenaline rush of being Spider-Woman, and performing tasks that demanded the full capacity of all her senses. Even if she had reached a point where most of her vigilante work was also easier and eventually somewhat routinary, she had lately began to feel the excitement of being Spider-Woman again, which only turned up when she had a match in battle or simply something to feed her never-ending desire for mental exercise. The white entity from a day ago had disappeared from her radar leaving no trace, and she was only hoping it would turn up again in the shape of some conflict. Naturally, being Spider-Woman had taught her that supernatural beings tend to not like to settle, and consider such thing to be very human, so some ruckus was expected to happen and she was just waiting for it to call for her. This drive made her especially anxious to leave as soon as her senses warned her of commotion, getting rapidly geared up and shooting herself out the window with impressive speed. For someone in such a big and cramped city, one needs special agility and sense of reflex to get by, and with time she had learnt to master it, swiftly swinging through the crowd and swinging over and under the spiraling lanes that contorted around and across themselves like dozens of snail staircases. She jumped and swung moving further from urbanization and into the more open and spacious region of the city, filled with corporative colossal buildings. As her senses guided her through the turmoil of thousands of cars and the roaring sounds of the urbanization beneath it, she slowly descended onto walkable fields, pulling her hood back up to blend with the multitude. There was a growing commotion that manifested itself in the shape of agitated people walking with no sense of direction and tumult building up, which she tried to catch on to using her sharpened senses. A peculiar looking clairvoyant shook her hands in circular motion summoning a forming group of people around her as she chanted a warning "¡El hoyo en el cielo simboliza el fin de los tiempos!"* The concerning prophecy provoked her to quickly look up and eventually detect the cause of horror in the crowd. Just as the divination stated, multiple black holes that seemed to only take whoever dared to enter them into infinite void, contorted opening and closing several gaps of dimensional warping in the sky. She used her webs to jump onto a light post to catch a better glimpse of the anomalies, soon detecting just what she was expecting; the white entity jumping in and out of the hollow like it was completely casual. 

"Can those swallow you into eternal void?" Spider-Woman asked ironically as she jumped up onto the crown of a large and rusty hologram propaganda projector, trying to jump towards the nearest building in the hopes of crawling upwards to see clearly, however once she initiated her motion, she was met with an unexpected appearance of one of the black holes which consumed her into miliseconds of nothing but emptiness, before quickly opening back up like a portal, where she was met with a feisty kick in the face that sent her down on a rapid fall. She used her webs to grab onto the nearest surface that would aid her at dodging the impact, and once again fleeted back onto the top of the projector, crouching on it with her hands on the floor. "They can swallow you into eternal void, but they can also take you places. Was about time you showed up, Spider-Man." Behind her mask her brows furrowed into a frown of confusion, as far as she was concerned there was nothing masculine of her appearance. "Okay, rude.. But I gathered by your lack of a face that it might be difficult to see." As she tried to muster up the courage to retry her jump, having in front of her the clear possibility of another risky failure, a hole popped in front of her and the creature came out of it like a mole.

She finally was able to get a clear view of it, and not wasting too much time on staring at it, she attempted to strike a punch, which only ended up in half of her forearm being sucked into the abyss of a big black spot in the creature's face. What she thought at first were black spots around it's body were in reality multiple black holes such as the ones it opened in the sky. The hole pushed her out like a spit, causing her to fall on her back. "I haven't even introduced myself and you're already trying to punch me." She scoffed while getting back in a defensive possition, which camouflaged how puzzled she was at how to face a villain like that. "I mean you did kick me in the face first, so I owe you that." What only seemed like a painfully artificial laugh on it's behalf soon turned into silence before another hole opened in the gap between them. The white creature's arm popped out of it in an attempt to punch her, which she rapidly dodged catching it's wrist with a web to jump into the hole and meet it right in the beginning of the new one, finally being able to strike an offensive. She rapidly jumped back to the projector. "Ouch. I take it you're the Spider-Girl, Spider-Woman.. Spider-Whatever of your dimension." She nodded in a grin taking pride in the recognition of her image, but soon enough as she tried to take a step forward, she fell into another hole which only took her to another freefall that she saved herself from by swinging on a light post and immediately jumping onto the roof of a smaller building. As she launched a web into the hole it was jumping in, she was able to latch onto it's back and pull the creature out of it and by consequence, on top of her. Continuing to make attempts to catch the entity, which ended in her hardly being able to punch it a few times, she threw a web into one of the hollow dark gaps opened by the creature, soon ending up hitting her on the head instead as it opened it's continuation in front of her, sending her down to the ground violently. "Listen, I know it's your job to save the city and all that, but if you make this easier for us I will trully get rolling from this dimension as soon as you let me. Trust me I have no intentions of staying... here." The creature hopped onto another hole and continued to form a staircase of the anomalies towards one of the big windows on the skyscraper next to them.

"Why would it go there?" She mumbled to herself as she thought of a way to filter herself in. Soon enough, it was giveaway thanks to the giant Alchemax sign which projected itself in a giant hologram; dimensional warping, dimensions, Alchemax. Whatever that mysterious figure was up to couldn't be no good. She squirmed, releasing herself from her own webs before securing a strong grip of webs against the windows of the skyscraper. She jumped, propelled by all the strength she could give to her legs. She possitioned herself to be ready to kick the thick glass into shattering, which resulted in a painful fall, rolling in the cold ground of the office. The tumult caused by the spotted being's unconventional entrance seemed to only become graver as it moved closer to the collider. Spider-Woman slided on tables and webbed herself to any surface that could help her move faster, but her attempts of catching the figure were quite useless, as it seemed to flawlessly master the use of it's holes to move around the space and dodge her webs. A sudden noise that could only be described as the distortion of the sound field itched her to look back through the corner of her eye, only to divise the formation of another hole of dazzling warm colors which distorted the ones around it. Both her and the spotted being had interrupted their battle to observe the phenomenon, which she could only hope was just as unexpected to the creature as it was was to her.

From inside of it jumped a dark silhouette which ejected neon ropes that seemed to play a role similar to her webs, attempting to reach the hole where the creature was in to catch it. "Careful with that-" She witnessed the new guy commit the exact same mistake as she did, meeting the same painful fate of a sudden and unexpected strike in the head. Her face contorted into a painful frown, as she ran towards them. The spotted entity soon warped another hole into the office next to them, locking itself within it by activating a large veil of hologramic particles that prevented their entrance. Ridding itself from all the scientists inside it using it's holes, she made unsuccessful attempts of breaking the barrier, with the help of the guy who had just jumped out of what she supposed was another interdimensional hole.  "Look, I know this is a bad time to introduce eachother, but I have no idea who you are or why you came out of that hole, and maybe you know why we're fighting this-" Her beginning of a sentence was abruptly interrupted by the man beside her, masked by a suit quite similar to her's. "The Spot, he's getting away!" Spider-Woman only gathered from that rude cut-off that whatever that white entity was, his name was Spot, and by the vicious nature of the strikes the mysterious guy was uselessly giving to the hologram curtain, she assumed the initiation of the collider, which was an extreme liability to her city, was also risking wherever he came from. 

The collider had been used before, but was still in a testing field, and was of extreme danger especially if used by potential villains, but that's just stating the obvious. Now clearly to these guys there was no need of a collider to move around through dimensions, at least for the mysterious one with the neon webs. Spot seemed to have the capacity of creating gaps in the dimension he's in to move around where he pleased, but he seemed to need a collider to move accross them, probably indicating that he was not from her's. The other guy however seemed to be able to do this without the need of a giant collider. People from her universe had been trying to grasp the concept of interdimensional travelling for about ten years, and as far as she knew, it was plausible and possibly confirmed that there existed other Brooklyns with other Spider-Women in charge of saving the city simultaneous to her timeline, however it was hard to grasp that they could be male, or could jump into her dimension unanounced.

The Spider-Man sat defeated on the floor before an audible groan of rage, punching into the floor. Spider-Woman walked into the once locked office where Spot activated the collider, the sequence had carried out effectively and without major harm, while it did impact the surroundings, the building seemed to be safe. She turned to see the mysterious Spider-Man looking guy kneeled on the floor, and walked towards him to check on him and make a new attempt at introducing herself. "Hey, can we try that again? This jumping out of interdimensional holes is kind of new to me.." She looked down at him, her hands resting her on her waist. He stood up and the gadget on his arm displayed a hologram. "LYLA, scan the damage." The AI performed a sequence of sounds before replying; "Just some collateral damages on the building, canon remains intact." The man sighed before putting down his arm, the AI disappearing into the watch.

"My name is Miguel O'hara, I am Spider-Man, from another dimension..." She scratched the back of her neck before pointing at him, who was about to start explaining to her the concept of other dimensions before being interrupted by her. "Yeah, I gathered that. How did you even...? You know..." Her hands attempted to gesture how he jumped out of a strange gap in space and time like it was nothing. "Here we need that collider over there to do that." He was not paying much attention to her, but rather invested in scanning and reading data off his watch's yellow projections of a hologram. "It's complicated. Listen, that man who just activated your collider is a threat to time and space and all it's dimensions, including yours and mine." As he spoke, the gizmo on his wrist re-opened the portal from which he had come out of earlier. He began walking on it's direction, turning to toss her a gadget like his. "There's a lot to explain, we'll talk on the way."

*The hole in the sky symbolizes the end of times.

[buckevantommy]

Hey! It's the first time Buck Begins anon from before!! First of all do not feel bad for rambling - that is exactly what that ask was for! I loved hearing your thoughts!

And to answer your question about how I started watching -- 911 was a show always a show on my 'to watch' radar but I didn't give it much thought? I did watch s1 of lone star tho. until then I saw bi Buck on my dash for the first time after Tommy kisses him and i just went oh??!??! 👀👀 I binge watched season 1 and 2, and then I gave up and ended up watching s7 part 2 live while also watching s3 for the first time 🤣 there were some gaps I had to fill using fanon knowledge but I think it worked? And now I'm furiously trying to watch s4 around my busy work schedule before s8 airs 😅🤣

Hasn't stopped my from reading bucktommy fic or posting gifsets tho. Tommy has bewitched me, I love him. Every time I watch a scene where Buck talks about his love life a part of me is just- don't worry, your man is coming

oh! same here! i'd known about it for years but i'd just avoided it thinking it was just a different take on the same old tired procedural cop shows, or maybe something too dramatised like grey's anatomy. i'm not sure i even realised it was about firefighters until i heard people referring to it as 'the gay firefighter show' and even then i didn't really connect the dots.. 🔥👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨🚒

one of my fave spn blogs (bc i was a destiel girlie before the gay firefighter show consumed my life) was a 911 fan so i learned about bi!buck through her blogging (shoutout to @sunglassesmish: kay, you have changed my life for the better 😚🫶). i mean, i came from spn - where bi!dean is widely considered unacknowledged canon and it's a show now several years past its finale but with a dedicated fanbase still hoping for some kind of reboot or movie or something to fix the shit they did in the finale - to a show with a canon bi character, moreover a character in his 30s who had been presumed (by some)/written as (sorta) straight for 6 whole seasons. and evan buckley.. he's so much like dean wincester: the all american heroic ladies man with a traumatic upbringing and a megawatt smile and babygirl features and a heart of gold who just wants to be loved.. honestly i could write essays about these two.. ✍️

i love that we're on the same page! i started with season 7 (i watched 7x05 and onwards live) and got through seasons 1-3 while s7 was airing week to week, and so my buck knowledge was growing as i excitedly waited for the next ep to air with the rest of fandom (there's just something about that weeklong anticipation, i've missed it so much - the theorising, the time for fanworks, etc). 📺

i was also the same, trying to learn what i could through dash osmosis of the seasons i hadn't watched yet (i knew vaguely about the lightning strike and tried not to spoil myself too much about the family secret but reading fic and meta blew those doors wide open 😅). and even in season 1 i was like: i'm so glad he'll grow to be that person in season 7 one day, that he'll get to be vulnerable and open and earnest and loved and also get kissed by a handsome guy. 🥰

OMG WE ARE BOTH ON SEASON 4!! 🥳 i mean, i knew that, but it's still so exciting to know there are folks out there in the same boat! ⛵ i don't think i've liveblogged any other ep besides Buck Begins, but i think i'll probably do a lightning strike/coma liveblog when i get to it.

omg the amount of bucktommy fics i've consumed since april.. i remember in those early days i was consuming every single fic that got posted on ao3 - about a dozen 1k fics a day - until eventually there was 60+ fics a day and i couldn't keep up, but i'm still reading about 2-5 fics (mostly short ones) a day. this fandom is hella talented. 📚

our love for tommy kinard knows no bounds. 🤝💖🤝 and YES- omg- the way he is just craving love and a partner on the same page as him, someone he can be himself with.. lightning boy will meet him flying into a hurricane and i just think that's neat. ⛈️😘

[bex23ckwolf]

okok so like consider

der monster klub sleepover right? y/n is invited (bc of course they’re a part of the klub) and all is good and well until julian has a nightmare and requests y/n to comfort him

i’m trying to make it vague so you can fill in the gaps and go crazy >:3 - very cool anon 👍: 2 electric boogaloo

Ok I got you and I’m gonna be making y/n gender neutral in this story if you don’t mind 😊

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It’s the end of class and you’re packing up your stuff to head home, the halls were very crowded today because of all the damages the ninja and robo-ape’s have done. You spot Theresa outside and run up to her.

Theresa noticed you running towards her and waved at you. You came to a halt and tried catching your breath, “Ok, so who’s house are we going to for the sleepover”? You asked Theresa, “I think it’s Juggos turn today”.

We waited for the bus to finally leave and once it did we discussed what we would do once we get to Juggos house. You got off the bus at your stop, you ran up to your front door and took out your key to open it.

Once inside you dropped your stuff in your room and hurried on packing stuff that you would bring, your pjs, sleeping bag and pillow. You got a message from your mom saying that she would be there soon. So you put on your shoes and decided to just be in your phone while you waited for your mom.

You were scrolling through social media for a bit when you came across a post Julian did. It was a pic of you so concentrated on a project you and him were doing in your English class. It was were you and him were assigned on creating a story. You both decided to do a backstory on a monster you two have created during a der monster klub meeting.

You smiled a little at the post then decided to comment on the post saying “m/n (monsters name) shall rule the world as his!!!”, once you posted it you laughed at yourself. You heard the honk from your moms car and quickly got up and grabbed your bag then headed out the door towards the car.

Once you got to Juggos house you waved your mom bye while she drives away. You felt excited because of the amount of fun stuff that Juggo has in his room. You knocked on the door to be greeted with Julian, “Y/N! Oh I’m so glad you were able to make it”. Julian gave you a big hug which you returned back to him.

Once Julian let go of you he let you inside where you greeted everyone else. You all were thinking on either creating more monsters or playing games that you guys brought. You said that you have smash bros, omori and undertale including your switch of course. Also uno, you knew that once the game of uno started it would be a disaster.

You all decided to play just dance that Dave brought for Juggos old WII. You have played this game on your brothers old WII a lot so you are very skilled on this game. You have won every round so far and you are very proud of yourself, “Haha, there is no one to be able to defeat me”, you said to yourself in a very dramatic way.

Just then Julian stepped up “Oh what’s this? Someone dare challenge me? Well go ahead then challenger”, you handed Julian a controller and you let him pick the song and he chose ‘I’ll sleep when I’m dead’ by set it off. The dance started alright then started to get more intense with the music.

You had it alright for a while in the song but you just now are starting to get tired but you refused to give up. You gave a quick glance at Julian to see how he’s doing and he seems to be getting a little bit tired but still had enough energy to keep going. You of course wouldn’t let that happen. So you kept going until the song finished.

Sadly you lost because your foot slipped on the floor causing you to loose a point you were close on getting. Causing Julian to have it instead. Julian helped you get back up. Once you all finished playing games you decided to have dinner. A reason why you liked coming over to Juggos house was because his mom made amazing food dishes.

You all discussed about your monsters and who would be the next to host the meeting. Once you all finished you all headed to Juggo room to set up your sleeping bags and brush your teeth. Dave and Julian went to sleep because they were tired while you, Theresa and Juggo were talking a bit until you decided to go to sleep.

Time passed a bit and you couldn’t sleep. Just as you closed your eyes again to try and sleep you felt someone give you a little nudge as if wondering if you were awake. You turned to see that it was Julian that was doing it. You sat up a bit, “Julian what are you doing awake?”, you asked him, “Sorry to awake you Y/N, but it’s that I had a nightmare and I didn’t like this one in particularly”.

You felt sympathy for him so you told him, “I can lay next to you if you want to help you be able to sleep if you want”. You gave him a little smile and he nodded back liking the idea. So you scooted your sleeping bag a bit so it could be next to his. You both laid down you extended your hand towards Julian to see if it would help him. Julian accepted the hand.

You gave Julian a tired smile and wished him sweet creepy dreams. He accepted the saying and wished the same for you and like that you both fell asleep with Julian knowing you were next to him if anything happened he knew you would keep him comfort.

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I hope this was alright as my first Julian fanfic💜

Also sorry if it’s too short and if anyone did read it could it be alright if you send in more requests that would be great. ☺️

[from-the-clouds]

So I got on tumblr again just to tell some people who have blessed the world with some amazing writing how much I love their work. I finished Texas Sun a couple of weeks ago and haven't stopped thinking about it since. I've been struggling with reading the last couple of years (-and I'm generally quite picky-), but I couldn't stop.

I prefer fiction that leave things to the imagination. That being said, I'm also very curious about what happened to reader before she came to Jackson. Mostly because I would have wanted to stay in this story a little longer. I'm definitely drawing some conclusions, but english is not my first language, so I might be reading more into it than there is. I want to know but I don't want to know, you know? This is absolutely not a criticism, nor a suggestion that you write more, because it's perfect the way it is. I just want you to know this story has stayed with me, and I find myself thinking about often. I loved it.

hello thank you so much!! that's such a high compliment because i can be the same way when it comes to reading :)

and yeah! i purposely left her backstory vague. my thought was that since she was alone and without joel people wouldn't really want a bunch of chapters about what she went through. but i can elaborate a little more on what i imagined for her, even though there are still some things that are vague even in my own mind. (spoilers/more info after the cut)

tw: death of family members, miscarriage mention, general trauma & TLOU canon-typical content

maybe within the first 5-10 years of the outbreak, she was with her brother, and they were in pretty safe company and made it work for awhile. well, that had to end eventually and her brother got bit, and maybe it was reader who had to take him down. it was obviously very difficult for her, so after he died and she was alone with ethan, she was desperate to find someone to latch onto.

that's where bea comes in. i think with bea she maybe got mixed up into a group that was somewhat similar to david's. they were in a remote place living off the land and trying to make it work. i also liked the idea of it being a community primarily made up of women, with only a handful of men or children mixed in. but maybe there were some rules/traditions within the group that were a little cult-like which is why ethan sort of has issues with his experience there. but from reader's perspective, she ignored the red flags because she was trying to keep him safe and bea was a good support system.

i imagine that community crumbled or was overrun shortly before the 'post-outbreak' stuff starts in the story. she had lost bea, and her and ethan were ambling around looking for food/shelter before tommy finds them.

there were probably also periods where she and ethan were on their own, just trying to make things work. and i like to think she tried looking for joel here and there, but probably gave up on that after a few years. i think despite how much she loved him, she knew she couldn't abandon her family when she had no real leads or any idea if he was alive at all.

at one point i thought i might try to incorporate the idea that reader was actually pregnant at the beginning of the outbreak (with joel's baby) but lost it in pretty early stages due to stress/starvation. in my mind, that's why when joel says to her "you don't understand what it's like to lose your own child" she had such a reaction. but i never wanted to confirm it either way because there was a part of me that felt like that was too tragic and not entirely necessary.

but yeah! i hope that helps fill in the gaps a little and give you a better idea of what she went through.

[meglyfer]

Forgot to share the rest of this, my bad

This Alphys is heavely inspired on Core!Friskr, so that probably already tells you a lot

Anyways, before I get down to explaining:

TW: SUICIDE MENTION

(Also, VEEEEEERY long post ahead)

In a part of the game (don't remember exactly where, sorry), Undyne mentions she met Alphys at the dumpstare in Waterfall. More specifically, she says that she saw her near the border of a waterfall, and that she "saved her from accidentally falling". From the whole dialogue and what we learn about Alphys later on in the game and all her insecurities, it is heavely implied that she was trying to take her own life, but Undyne, without knowing her true intentions, stopped her from doing so

Now, imagine, what if instead of doing it in Waterfall where Undyne would stop her, she decided to go somewhere closer, like for example, the Core

Just like a certain mystery man, Alphys gets earased from the timeline, and the universe desperately tries to fill in the gap that was created when she dissapeared (and here's where the concept for just one character railed off into a whole AU, BUT FIRST WE FOCUS ON THE GIRLIE)

At first Alphys was stuck in the void, that's where she met Gaster and other people that had fallen into the Core. Turns out people's worries about how someone might fall in there were right, and she felt stupid for thinking "Well the Core has been standing for years, and no one has fallen in yet, so it doesn't seem likely for something like that to happen", but Gaster calms her down saying that he made the same mistake as her, and that it wasn't her fault, that she had no way to know what would happen, after all, the universe itself was hiding all the incidents with the Core

After that she starts paniking. She needs to go back, this is even worse than living her pathetic life. She may have wanted death, because it meant the end of all things, but this wasn't it. Sure, she had cease to exist, but she was still concious, she could still see what was happening in the real world, and how she was now an outsider to it. Her attempts of reaching out start making small fractures in reality: phone calls from unknown numbers that when picked up only make weird souns, TVs suddendly going static with the vague sound of someone calling for help, notes appearing on computers' destokps saying things like "is anny0ne th ree ?." "ca can you h ar mme?" "iT ''s $o cOoold" "do U rembember mE ME-'?", etc. There has been some rumors in Snowdin of people who get lost in its forest, they say that a monochrome dinasour monster helped them get out of there, pointing at the direction they should follow. Those few who tried to touch them say that she tried to scream, but no noise came out of her mouth, then started melting, and dissapeared in the blink of an eye

Eventually, she's able to escape

She can't go back to her timeline; the universe recognises her code as something it has been erased, and so, unable to delete her again, it tries to kick her out as soon as she enters. Instead, she's able to explore the multiverse

I had some trouble thinking about what would be Alhpys' role in the multiverse, as I didn't want her to just be Core!Frisk 2 but Lisa Simpson flavoured, but I think I have kinda figured it out. She of course is found by Core, who offers her to stay on the Omega Timeline with more people like her, which she accepts as she is desperate to be around other people besides those trapped in the void

Alphys has currently three objectives: 1_ Fix the code of her timeline so she can go back to it 2_ Fix whatever the hell is wrong with the Core that keeps deleting people out of existance (Not just from her universe, but from every universe) 3_ Help people

I know "help people" is very vague, and that's why I'm explaining it here. She helps guide those who are lost, either physically or mentally, just like she used to do in the woods of Snowdin. Those who are lost in the way of, they have lost everything, she guides them to Core, as she knows they know better than her about what to do in those situations. But also, she is focused on preventing people to become like her, erased from their worlds (Either by falling into the Core, weird things with resets, whatever the hell happened to most Error characters, etc)

Personality wise, she's still Alphys to her core, but of course stuff like this changes a person. She has become more anxious and a perfectionist, she thinks that she can't dare make a mistake now that she has seen what those mistakes can do. Because of this, she's always on edge, and since her code corruption made her more unstable, she may be quick to jump to anger unlike other Alphyses (She then feels bad and overly apologises for snapping at people for so little)

Her abilities (besides travelling between AUs) include manipulating technology, teleportation, going through walls and other solid objects, and do small jumps in time either forward or backwards (This last ability happens involuntarely, and no matter how much she tries she's unable to control it. Fortunatelly for her, this is something that very very very rarely hapens). These powers are all directly connected to her innestability

Some other fun fact about her: · Just like Fatal_Error, her speach bubbles are messy and difficult to understand (though she is far more easier to understand than poor Fatal over here) · Her image may start melting when she's upset, paniking or stresssing out · She still loves anime, and watches it in the OT with other monsters that live there · Refuses to go to therapy because "I'm not even that fucked up, other people have it worse, lol" (Girl, you literally killed yourself) · She tends to pop out of nowhere, acting like she has been there the whole time (Kinda like Core)

But what happened to her AU? To the empty space she left behind?

Like the very basic Undertale fan that I am, I have replaced Alphys' place in the laboratory with Sans, but I want him to kinda suck at it. I always liked to think that Sans was kind of like Alphys' assistant in the game, so now having him as the main and only scientist, he starts to question himself. "Has the job always been this difficult? How was I able to do all those things? Why does it feel like there's a missing pair of hands helping around here? When did I do any of this?" Don't get me wrong, Sans is a smart guy! But there's a reason why he was the assistant

And then there's the amalgamate problem. He... he couldn't have done that, could he? No, of course not! These entries, they have no name, and he definitely doesn't remember doing this out of all things. Must have been the past royal scientist... whoever they are, and now it is his problem to deal with. He asked Asgore about who had been the previous royal scientist, but he couldn't remember who it was, nor why they needed a replacement. He also mentioned having a deja vu

Sans' issue in the story wouldn't be Alphys' struggle of feeling like a fraud, but instead, he fears the gap in his memory and the unability to keep up with his job. He, more than anyone, has the feeling that there's something missing, and starts believing he has a mental illeness that affects his memory, but all results with multiple doctors say that he's perfectly fine, and that's what's making him go nuts the most. All this research, it clearly isn't his, not only he has no memory of doing so, but he's also unable to recreate it, so why do all these papers have his name on them? He wants to believe the doctors, but he can't, because he can feel the chunk of his brain that has been ripped away from him

Most other characters remain mostly the same as they didn't have such a strong connection to Alphys until the events of the game, but there are two that have been affected by the changes in the universe

If we talk about Sans, then we must talk about Papyrus. Contrary to what happens in UT, here, Papyrus constantly tells Sans that he should rest, take a break. He sees how his brother is over working himself and stressing out, barely taking an eye of his work. This has gone as far as him going to Sans' lab at night because he hasn't arrived home yet, only to find that he has falled asleep while working. Sans tells him that he's fine, that he doesn't need to worry about him, but Paps isn't blind nor stupid, and he sees how he's clearly not fine. Not only is he tired from his job, but he can also see how there's something else bothering him, but isn't sure what it is. If only Sans would open up to him and accept his help (Fun fact, in the events of the game the only reason why Sans is in Snowdin to do his shinanigans with Paps, is because that was one of the few times Papyrus was able to convince him to take a break. He does however leave when the human gets to Snowdin town as he has to get back to his work)

The other character affected by this is Mettaton, but not in the way you'd think. As I mentioned before, the way Alphys tries to communicate with her timeline is through electrical devices, and one of those devices is Mettaton's body. Since she was the one to build the thing, it is easier for her to get in contact with it. Alphys and Mettaton constantly talk in Mettaton's mind; he is the only person who she can make direct contact with. Mettaton, like everyone else, doesn't remember Alphys, but he's very aware of her existance, somewhere, not in this reality. He also is very kin to believe that she was part of this world, not only because some of the things she says make sense and coincide with this universe, but also because, just like Sans, he can feel the gap in his memory, and Alphys fits so well in it. They become friends and bond over the same things as they did originally, but their relationship is more complicated to mantain since Alphy's conection keeps turning on and off

Alphys' and Mettaton's relationship also affect how things in Hotland play out. As we know, the reason Mettaton originally went after the human was because Alphys wanted to act as their hero, but of course, without Alphys in the ecuation trying to feel like a hero, Mettaton wouldn't attack the human, and all the puzzles in Hotland would be turned off as Sans doesn't see a reason to keep them on, inconveniencing people. However, as someone who is outside of time and space, Alphys knows about the resets and saves, and thus she doesn't trust the human, she considers them a threat to her world. Because of this, she activates all the puzzles in Hotland, hoping that they will push the human into the Core and end their existance, and informs Mettaton about the threat, so that he can act on it. But, he likes to think that there's some good in the kid, so all their encounters throught the game are like tests to determine whether they are a friend or foe, and depending on their actions, their final battle will either be just an act to entertain the public, or an actual attempt to be rid of them. Meanwhile, you've got Sans freaking out all over the place because a bunch of dangerous puzzles activated out of nowhere, can't turn them off, and Mettaton has gone all crazy robot mode with not apparent explenation. Jesus Christ lady, you really have no idea how hard it is to keep up that promise of keeping the human alive! (In a genocide timeline Sans himself goes like "Nah dude, fuck that kid" and activates all the puzzles while telling Mettaton to go for the throat)

Also, yes, the fact that Alphys knows about Frisk's resets means that she's also aware of Flowey's. Poor little guy, he has shat his pants a bunch of times when stumbling against her, and he has also gone a bit nuts trying to figure out who she is and where did she come from

I think this is all I have to say about this AU for now If you have any ideas (or any ideas for the name) you can send them to my askbox I'll draw her some other day

Also, I am so sorry for splitting up the lesbians </3 (I'm sure I can find her some Undyne in the OT for her to make out though, if that's what you want)

Edit: I have chosen a name for the AU. "Missing Piece Tale" (I know, super creative /s), or just MPTale for short

I just had a great idea for an Alphys outcode

[marlasomething]

(my) Mag a Week: Square Circle

Hello there!

I am participating in the "a mag a day" idea by  @a-mag-a-day  which is BRILLIANT and I decided to do "statement a week", rolling dice with the characters and fears that were ftw that week in the episodes I have listened.

For today I rolled Archivist!Elias Bouchard (the one that is already Magnus, not the pot-smoker one) and The Spiral (Eps. 126-132).

As usual, please do forgive my quick tipper and non-native speaker mistakes, Marla

Allons-y!

CW: almost of character in here is an ass, major character death (or worse), irreality, PTSD, insomnia

Also on AO3!

Statement of Lucia Wright, regarding the road she took to get here.

Audio recording by Elias Bouchard, still The Archivist.

Statement begins.

 The decadence that set off the events that eventually brought me here begun months ago. It had already been about a week since I had spoken to your assistant…Gertrude, right? Yes, I believe that was her name…I thought talking about what had happened to me in Istanbul would made me some good, feel better, somehow. However, it just worsened everything beyond all expectations.

My nightmares have changed. They used to be vague memories, sometimes even just twisted reflections of what had actually happened. All too much to keep a sane mind in the long term, but within what could be expected after what happened to me. Now, I…they are not dreams anymore, they are still memories , but vivid ones. Not only in the sense of feeling quite realistic, but as if they were actually taking place as I dream about them. What happened to me, that hole of meat, all that people…they are really there and I just can watch from my very own frozen body, that only moves to imitate up to perfection all the gestures I did the first time. And then, there is the Darkness. The Darkness that stays where she , your assistant, used to do.

Because she was there, every single night, staring at my misfortune…Until she was no more, and, now there is this gap that I want, I need , to fill myself because I am certain that, if I let it remain open , whoever comes afterwards will be far worse than her.

So, in summary, sleeping had become an activity I would rather avoid, though most nights I just fall asleep, ready for my torture, by merely letting myself get relaxed on a horizontal surface. My life is far too tiring for any other outcome.

Only one solution possible: night walks.

 It is funny how after enough days of going on with just the bare minimum of sleep that you cannot simply allow your body to miss, even the straightest, brightest street becomes the dingiest of passageways.

I was walking right alongside the Passport Office, in Eccleston Square and the wide well-lit street started to feel… confusing , blurry. My knees trembled and I felt the sudden need of having to hold tight to something, just to realise I had planted myself as far as humanly possible of all the porches nearby me. Hell, even the cars parked seemed to be miles away!

I bit my lower lip and cower a little bit over myself, folding my knees in a vain attempt of keeping my equilibrium and failing tremendously. I swear as those small shreds of glass weren’t there just before.

I yelled as the back part of my muscles was pierced and, just as my body was deciding that, maybe, this was the last straw and I had to go into deep sleep, almost clinical unconsciousness, a voice cut through the mist that had been installed in my brain for months already.

“Do you need help?” it was a typically female-presenting voice, and it gave me just the right tone for me to trust them immediately. Because they didn’t sound completely certain of what they were saying and, at that time, I would have refused the help of anyone who had perfect confidence on their own self.

The last few people I met that were that way…well, you already know that story, right?

They never actually introduced themselves, and just pointed to a door that tried to be yellow but instead was purple with some neon bright colours being born from the lowest part of it up to the top. Now, I am aware this not-quite-right­ door should have been the biggest red flag in history of red flags but, the thing is…I was in pain, tired and there was something about the wrongness of this person that felt as the only kind of “Ok” I could deal with at the moment.

So, as of what had been already years for me, I opened the door.

I am currently looking at your calendar…apparently, it had been barely a couple of months and, maybe…even less? What year you said we were in?

 Sorry, I get dizzy. Even though I actually got some quality sleep while walking through this person’s residence , I am still deadly tired. Not that the ambiance helped, at all. It was all wrong, because I was supposed to be walking through corridors, but they weren’t always the shape a corridor should be. Sometimes, they were just turn into rooms, all kinds of them, without rhyme or reason. Mostly, rooms that had price-tags on them; I know it might sound funny from your perspective but…it absolutely isn’t. It made all feel as stock pictures. Stock pictures that I kept walking along with my host nowhere to be seen.

Literally, I didn’t get a single glimpse of them, not even the sound of someone breathing behind my neck…I was utterly alone . The one time I thought I saw someone, it turned out to be just my reflection; though it wasn’t truly me, not anymore.

The Me on the reflection without mirror was the woman that would have loved this place, having it being presented as a museum of the bizarre. I followed her and, just a couple of days later, I began to not only feel tiredness, but also hunger, thirst and other bodily function being reactivated…and, in barely a few hours, I somehow knew that the door in front of me was my only way out.

After all, it was the only thing that was truly yellow in the whole place.

  Statement ends.

  The Spiral, as untrustworthy as always. I guess this was whatever is left of Michael trying to just leave another prove of what a terrible monster Gertrude Robinson was…

…pot calls kettle black, I guess.

Funny how Helen is still a bit of a real estate agent. Jesus, maybe feeding her to The Spiral wasn’t as inspired as I thought…although…she might be useful.

I thought that, finally , after more than fifty years, I could get my Institute back, but, no, that… prick of Sims has to appear, courtesy of the Buried, with his trained Stockholm-Syndromed dog Daisy Tonner, took over and…well, I might not be as powerful as I once had the potential to be.

And, then, of course, there is the fact that that bloody coffin ate Peter. Not that I cared that much, but he is a useful ally for getting My Institute back (and in other fields) and I would hate for him to just be lost without having completely served me. It is just that.

I hope he likes the present I’ve sent him, though. My indications were intense enough for Miss Wright not to get lost inside the coffin, in her search of a final resting place, and it is not as if she wasn’t already alienated enough for The Lonely to take over.

Enjoy it, Peter.

End recording.

[willknightauthor]

Star Wars Head Canon Retcon: The Dark Side

Watching Andor has gotten me back into Star Wars, and going back through the original trilogy I'm realizing again how much potential there is in what's implied about the past. But then the prequels lock that potential into a very disappointing, fixed answer, which everything now has to work around. There are some workable things in the prequels, but they only work if you fill in the gaps with head canon, or refer to questionably-canon side works. So I've constructed my own head canon based on the original trilogy about what really happened in the prequels. Since George Lucas operated as though only the original movies were canon, and any of the novels were fair game to retcon, I'll do the same (although I'll at least try to keep the good modern shows like Andor and Rebels viable).

The Light and Dark Sides of the Force:

One of the problems I see in a lot of Star Wars works is that the light side is portrayed as simplistically good, and the dark side as simplistically evil. Sith ideology and personalities get smoothed over or ignored, and any story that tries to explain how someone "falls to the dark side" while staying in canon has a lot of trouble not being facile (looking at you, Anakin). This comes from the original trilogy, but everyone leaned into the simplistic binary when there were ways to lean out of it without retconning the original movies. Basically, the Sith are extremely underdeveloped and badly structured to be anything other than villains, which makes them terrible primary character material.

So how can we fix it? Clarify the philosophies of both the Jedi and the Sith, so that they represent not good and evil, but opposing views on life and society. The Jedi are inspired by Asian religions, like Daoism and Buddhism, but in a simplistic way; these religions have multiple schools and have changed throughout history. So I say, lean into the East Asian side of things. The dark side of the force presumably exists even without the Sith, so what is it? The force is life: what is the dark side of life? In my head canon, the light side is birth, growth, life, peace, and order, and the dark side is death, decay, passion, and disruption. Both sides are inevitable parts of the universe. They're unavoidable.

Now the dark side isn't evil, it's just dangerous--and it's easy to see how the Jedi could conflate danger with evil. These two views on the force have implications for the philosophies and structures of the Jedi and Sith. The light side of the force is cultivated by developing inner tranquility, self-discipline, and a detachment from the chaotic affairs of the world. The more they develop that, the stronger they become in the force, which is consistent with the original trilogy. The dark side is cultivated through passion, direct connection with people and things around you, and force of will. The more emotionally intense and fiery they become, the more they connect with the force--which is also consistent with the original trilogy. This vaguely corresponds to the "masculine" and "feminine" paths in mysticism, one side seeking to deconstruct the mind and reality to reach ultimate truth, the other side seeking to transcend the rational to understand that which cannot be spoken.

This has implications for the Sith, because someone can be passionate and invested in the world around them in ways other than hate, fear, and ambition. There are so many ways to experience the world through passion, like sorrow, joy, and love. You could have a Sith lord literally crushing armies with the power of friendship. The stereotypical Sith, at their best, wouldn't be Palpatine, it would be someone laughing while playing music in a graveyard. Someone who understands the painful impermanence of life, but chooses to embrace the ups and downs anyway. Someone who finds the tragedy in joy, and the joy in tragedy.

But as their emotions wax and wane, so would their connection to the force, which means the most powerful Sith would also have the most inner turmoil. The Jedi have the opposite problem: disruption to their inner equilibrium weakens their connection to the force, so they must constantly discipline themselves and control their environment to ensure their inner state isn't disrupted.

This means that the Jedi would have to live mostly secluded, monastic lives, while the Sith could live among everyday people normally. This reflects a distinction in actual world religions between monastic-oriented religions and lay-oriented religions, and Buddhism has had many movements to democratize Buddhist philosophy and practice for the masses. Some of these movements have even inspired anti-aristocratic revolutions. So in this division of the force, the Jedi are the old-school conservative monks, while the Sith are the fiery populists.

But of course there is a danger with relying on intense emotions for your power. Any emotion can become destructive at very high intensity, but certain emotions are more dangerous than others... like fear and hate. While some Sith would base their power on things like joy, others would base their power on hate, and it's totally reasonable for people to not want superpowered genocidal maniacs walking around.

The other danger is the dark side itself. The light side, being focused on life and stability, extends the life of the practitioner as they grow in their force connection; their body and mind become more stable. The dark side does the opposite, corroding the body and mind of the practitioner. Some Sith masters would live shorter lives, and those who live long, live long enough to go insane and devolve into the most extreme version of whatever they were.

This is how I explain Vader and Palpatine: they were not originally like that, the dark side warped their bodies and minds further in the direction of hate and fear. Palpatine doesn't look grotesque because he was injured, but just because he lived so long with such an intense connection to the dark side. And that's why he's comically evil: no-one like that could've taken power, but he wasn't always like that. He used to be unassuming and charming, now he's a decaying husk who says evil things with no filter. Similarly, Vader's body is decaying, and his wounds won't heal, so he's had to supplement his flesh with more and more machinery to survive.

So what would a good Sith look like? One who derives their power from their passionate commitment to justice and love of their friends? Ezra and Kanan, from Rebels.

And what would a good Sith look like, once the dark side has corroded their mind? Saw Gerrera from Rogue One.

[mypoisonedvine]

claimed || alpha!Andy Barber x reader

summary: an interrogation with an alpha is no place to have an unexpected heat.

word count: 2.7k

warnings: smut (dub con; the reader goes into heat and can’t think clearly enough to say no), a/b/o dynamics, loss of virginity, mentions of misogyny/discrimination against omegas, vague noncon and violence references, kinda housewife kink, possessiveness, breeding kink, praise, overstimulation, knotting, slight bondage (reader is handcuffed), slight pain kink, implied/subtle age gap, pregnancy mention at the end, kinda soft!dark andy but he's really not that dark

"This would be a lot easier for both of us if you started telling the truth."

You chewed your lip, looking away from the man across from you; it was impossible to keep eye contact when his gaze bore into you like that, when he gave you that stern, dominating look.

Andy Barber was so obviously an alpha, he was one of those types that just reeked of it. Figuratively— with the way he towered over you, his masculine body and strong features— but also literally considering his scent was filling the room now: pine, cinnamon, sage, and something a little bit sweet that made your mouth water.

It made sense for an alpha like him to have a high-powered, high-pressure career like this; he probably got a real kick out of squeezing information out of scared betas who couldn’t stand up to him.

And that was the role you were going to play now, because he was wrong: it would not be easier if you told the truth. If he knew what you really were, you’d be doomed.

You’d been hiding successfully as a beta for a long time by now, and you weren’t about to give it up now, even if it would likely have the charges against you dismissed. Omegas lived sheltered, oppressed lives; sought constantly by alphas, they had their pick of the finest since omegas were so rare, but until mated they were extremely vulnerable— and afterwards they were usually made to be subservient housewives, constantly bearing children as a consequence of their extreme fertility.

Maybe some omegas were okay with that, plenty probably loved that lifestyle since it was sort of the instinctual habit of an omega by nature, but not you. Never you. You wanted a life, a real life, your own life as more than an alpha’s mate. Thankfully you’d found the right mix of suppressants and perfumes to hide your scent, the right work schedule so you could always be home for your rare heats, and voila: to the rest of the world, you were a beta.

Being a beta meant being unnoticed, unacknowledged, never pursued and never courted. And that was exactly how you wanted it.

If Andy Barber knew that the man you’d stabbed was an alpha trying to force himself on you, there was a chance he would understand that it was self-defense and let you go. Then again, a lot of alphas seemed to think that being forced to mate was just par for the course for an omega; surely Andy wouldn’t be one of those types, as a man of the law, right?

“I can’t,” you finally answered.

“Whatever it is, you can tell me,” he assured, some of his anger shifting to a soothing tone. It really did calm you down; he must have been using his ‘alpha voice’ on you, and the fact that it worked should’ve been a red flag but you didn’t notice. “Let’s start from the beginning. You said you were at home but no one has confirmed your alibi. You said you didn’t know the victim but you obviously reacted when I showed you his picture. And, you said you weren’t there at the time of the murder but we found your DNA on the body.”

A little smile pulled at the corner of your lips, exactly not the reaction Andy had been expecting. “You’re lying,” you whispered.

He tensed up as you called his bluff. The DNA found at the scene was in the process of being analysed, sure, but it would be weeks until the results came back. “How can you be so sure?” he pressed.

“Because I.  Wasn’t. There,” you hissed, glaring back at him; he shook his head solemnly..

“No, that’s not it. I can tell when you’re lying, too, you know,” he warned.  “Tell me how you know I don’t have your DNA at the scene?”

“Because… because…” you breathed, blinking a few times as the room started to get warmer. Your head was spinning, your thighs clenched together— and when Andy reached out to rest his hand on yours and ask if you were alright, his touch sent it all into overdrive.

No, no, it wasn't your time yet. It shouldn't have come for a few more days, and you’d arranged to be bailed out tomorrow so you’d go into your cycle safely at home and not in jail. But now it was beginning and you had no way to stop it. Had the smell of an alpha really been enough to start your heat early?

Andy watched you start to pant and sweat with a furrowed brow, unsure what he was witnessing because he’d never had the opportunity to see it before. His ex-wife had been a beta, he'd never even met an omega before— they were quite rare after all.

But what he lacked in experience, he made up for in instinct; his body told him everything he needed to know about what he was seeing. “Omega,” he growled lowly, watching your whole body erupt into shivers at the timbre of his voice.

As far as alphas go, Andy was relatively level-headed, not as preoccupied with instinctual desires to dominate, to claim, to impregnate. A lot of alphas viewed mating with a beta as settling, although it was the much more likely outcome, statistically speaking. Andy, though, never really saw it that way, even knowing how much harder it would be to have a child with a beta. Their fertility was significantly weaker, both the males and the females, and Jacob was the product of years of trying; in all their marriage him and Laurie had never used any contraceptives and she only got pregnant the once.

But an omega? Especially a young one like you? He could knock you up right now, if he wanted. That power was intoxicating. It was exactly what he never knew he needed so badly.

“I don’t need the results of your DNA to know what you are,” he explained firmly. “I can’t believe I didn’t know before— you must have tried really hard to keep it a secret, little one. You must be so afraid of who you are… and who I am, for that matter.  It must scare you to imagine what I could do to you.”

You whimpered, the noise tugging his heart in conflicting directions; to comfort you, or to make you do it again.

“I’m not going to hurt you, if that’s what you think,” he assured. “Not if I can help it…”

Honestly, he wasn’t so sure he would be able to help it; he felt his own sanity slipping as he watched you writhe and cry, instinct overtaking logic in the both of you.

"Alpha, please," you shuddered, the title making his cock harden instantly, uncomfortably filling the trousers of his suit.

"You smell so good," he purred, taking his jacket off as he stood up to cool off a bit. "I can smell your heat, Omega. I bet everyone in the building can—” he glanced to the locked door— “but I'm the only one here."

"Need you," you whined, tugging on the handcuffs that kept you bound to the table.

"Stand up, bend over," he commanded, and he'd barely finished speaking when you'd already done it, bent at the hips with your forearms resting on the table as you waited for him. "Good girl."

He rolled up his sleeves and took his place behind you, caging his body in with yours, nuzzling into your neck to get a deep breath of your scent.

"Fuck, so sweet," he groaned. "Waited so long for this. To feel an Omega on my cock. Never thought it would really happen. Has an Alpha ever taken you before?"

"No, I never… no."

"Not just unclaimed but a virgin. Christ, am I dreaming?"

But he was too far gone to take any more time to appreciate his luck— he needed you now, and he was taking you all for himself.

If he wasn't so overcome with need he wouldn't have thought to tear your clothes off, but now he didn't even think to question the idea, shedding you of your clothes like they were made of paper until you were completely exposed to him, your wet core vulnerable while another wave of your sweet scent filled the room.

"Look at all this," he grinned, kneeling down to lap at your folds and taste your slick. Your eyes rolled back in your head, your channel craving to be filled. "All for me, Omega?"

"Yours, it's all yours…"

"Doesn't it feel good to be claimed, little one? To be owned?"

"S-so good," you agreed. "Want your knot, Alpha. Want your mark."

A growl echoed in his chest when you said that, and he craved nothing more than to bite your neck and bond you to him for life.

But, it would be better if he saved that for a little later.

He stood up again and gave your ass a quick slap— nothing too rough, just enough to make you yelp all cute and whiny— before grabbing your hips to pull them back into his. You gasped and pushed back onto him, shamelessly rubbing yourself against the thick outline of his cock.

"Gonna make a mess on me with all that slick, Omega," he growled, but it was by no means discouragement.

"Want it in me, please," you sobbed. Unable to resist your begging anymore, he hastily opened his belt and fly, sighing with relief when he wrapped his hand around his cock and pulled it out. Your whole body visibly quaked when he swiped the swollen head through your folds, coating himself in your plentiful arousal.

Without any further warning, he pushed his cock in with a loud moan, a cry tearing from your throat as he tore into your body. "Shh," he soothed as his fingers rubbed your spine, "that's my girl, that's my pretty Omega."

But pain wasn't really your issue; it hurt, yes, but what made you cry was that you were already on the edge, about to come from hardly anything. When he thrusted once, you lost it and your legs quivered as a new wave of slick started to dribble down them.

"Are you coming?" he asked darkly.

You could only nod, biting your lip to try to keep from moaning too loudly.

"Oh my god…" he groaned, amazed at how sensitive you were. Clearly he wasn't the only one realizing how powerful and incredible it could be when an alpha and omega mated.

He started to really pound into you then, each brutal thrust knocking you forward.

"Feels good when you come for me, Omega. Do it again."

You couldn't help yourself; his voice had complete control over your body, his words a command you were helpless to resist. With a broken whimper you came again, walls squeezing his cock in a weak and stuttered rhythm.

"It's better than they say it is. Even better than I imagined. So fucking good," he sighed. It felt so right, that was the thing. It felt like your body was made to be claimed and owned by him.

"Want your knot," you whined, "please, Alpha—"

"If I give you my knot, you're mine. My Omega. You will never allow another Alpha to touch you. You will not speak to another Alpha, look at another Alpha, even Betas are off-limits. When I bite you, you'll be bonded to me and become my wife, you'll never disobey me or leave me. When I knot you, you'll give me a child. Is all of that perfectly clear?"

It was everything you'd wanted to avoid just an hour ago. Now it was your greatest dream come true. "Yes, Alpha. Yours, Alpha."

"Want to be bred, Omega? Bred by your Alpha?"

"Please!" you sobbed.

"Then keep coming and I'll let you have it soon," he promised. "I'll give you all my come like you need so badly."

You whimpered as your walls seemed to try to suck him in deeper, gripping him so tight that it made his head spin. Orgasm after orgasm washed over you, too many and too numb to count, each part of you slowly stripped away and replaced with pure, all-consuming pleasure.

The base of his cock began to swell and you mewled proudly— that is, until, it just kept growing and you couldn't imagine taking anymore.

"P-pull it out," you begged instead.

"I told you that you would take my knot, was I not clear?"

But you hadn't realized how big it would get, how far it would stretch you— and it was still going. "It hurts, Alpha, please!"

"You'll get used to it, gonna keep it in you all night and give it to you every day so you'll have plenty of practice. Take my fucking knot while I come inside you and breed your cunt."

When his knot finally grew to its full potential, streams of hot come began to fill you, deeper than you had ever imagined possible. It was overwhelming, apparently unending, and one final orgasm rocked your body as you milked his cock for all it was worth.

He wrapped his arms around your body, holding you close and soothing you as you shivered and cried, his kisses trailing up your shoulder to your neck where, finally, he sunk his teeth into your skin and left his mark on you.

Your walls quivered around him at the feeling of being claimed, mated for life. In that moment you didn't notice or care that it was to a man you barely knew; he was your Alpha now, that was all that mattered.

He kissed and licked over the sensitive bitemark, whispering praises your ringing ears couldn't quite process yet.

At least you were getting bailed out a day early.

//

Andy kept his promise about exactly how owned you would be. For the first few months you didn't even leave the house, he was too busy filling you with his cock every day. Although he was happy to claim you anywhere he happened to find you— the shower where he hopped in randomly, the kitchen where he bent you over the counter, the living room where he pinned you onto the couch— his favorite place was the bed. It was rougher and more animalistic in the other places, but in bed he was possessive in an entirely different way.

"My wife, my sweet little wife," he whispered in your ear as he slowly thrust all the way into you, making your back arch until your chest pushed against his. "My Omega. All mine."

"Yours," you agreed.

The protectiveness increased tenfold when your scent changed during pregnancy, even more when you started showing; he was obsessed with the way you looked full of his baby.

As for you, omega life was better than you'd expected. At times you felt smothered by him, but simultaneously you felt worshipped and loved like you never thought you could deserve. He certainly spoiled you, though he expected your unwavering loyalty in return.

That part was easy, though. Love, not fear, kept you in check when other alphas had a wandering eye. They knew you were mated, the bitemark scar (which Andy never, ever let you cover) and ring (which Andy never, ever let you take off) were sign enough along with the change in your scent to them. Occasionally one would shoot his shot and get unilaterally rejected by you before getting his ass kicked by your husband. If only they knew what you'd done to the last alpha that tried to creep on you; how you met Andy in the first place.

In the end, maybe it wasn't so bad to fall into your instincts, your natural role in society. Andy sure made it pretty enjoyable with the way he brought you to the height of pleasure over and over every night. "Mine," he promised you in deep whispers, "from the moment I saw you."

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Who Makes You See Color (A CaptainCroc Soulmates AU Fic): Chapter 5

Me again! This chapter basically happened the same way Chapter 4 did; after adding 4, there felt like there was a bit of a gap between 4 and what was then Chapter 5, so I filled it in. This chapter is slightly more introspective than action-motivated, but it’s also about Killian’s perspective, which is fun. Tags: @wastingstarsss Enjoy!

Killian laid awake, staring at the far wall of his cabin as though there were some deep, fundamental truth inscribed there. He wasn’t blind, and he wasn’t stupid.

The meeting of last week was not the same as his previous meetings with the Dark One.

A sudden, aching loneliness beat through his veins along with his blood, emanating from his heart….Really, emanating from Rumple’s heart. It unnerved Killian to feel that; Rumple was supposed to be cold-blooded, stone-hearted, and Killian was supposed to be able to meet him one hour and forget he existed the next.

But this was like red-hot needles pricking him from the inside. He wished he had Rumple’s powers, so that he could rip out his heart and get rid of the pain.

Clearly, a man who had no feelings could not feel this. It was impossible, even with magic.

Killian sighed, turning over to stare at the ceiling instead. No use. Sleep was the furthest thing from his mind, and as he’d spent the day aboard his ship, even his body didn’t need it much.

He put on a black, lace-edged blouse and a pair of pants and went to stand on the deck, staring out at the glittering waters of the sea. His mind always seemed calmer when he could watch the fluctuations of the moonlight across the waves, and he could smell salt above all else.

Rumple had visited once more in the intervening nights, on deck as usual, and he had tried (and failed) to keep Killian in his place. His heart wasn’t in it and Killian could feel it. A dull ache in the center of his chest was his tell, whenever Rumple made a vague threat or pretended his heart was untouched.

He didn’t expect Rumple to be the first one to say it. It wasn’t his style. And that suited Killian fine, really; he didn’t want to be caught off-guard, and he didn’t want to have to reply (in any fashion) before he was good and ready.

Before he had thought things through completely and made up his mind whether or not to listen to his own heart.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

He startled, gripping the rail, as Rumple appeared beside him. “What have I told you about sneaking up on me, crocodile?” Killian demanded, turning to face him.

“I forget,” Rumple said playfully. “Tell me again, pirate.”

“It drives me crazy,” Killian said. Rumple grinned. “Don’t do it,” he suggested. Rumple only waved his hand dismissively. “You’re here two nights early,” Killian noted, counting in his head. Yes, two was right, and for all his creeping about, Rumple usually stuck to their schedule. (After all, Killian mused, appearing randomly might indicate a certain…longing, or pining, that Rumple would be loath to admit.)

“Yes, about that. I’m looking into something, and I won’t be round when I’m supposed to.” The teasing tone returned as he added, “Tell me you won’t be too heartbroken.”

“I think I can manage,” Killian said, biting his lip in a useless attempt to keep from smiling back at Rumple. “Does it concern travel between worlds?” he asked.

For a moment, there was terrifying silence. Killian had never before asked about Rumple’s personal business, only what Rumple needed doing and, every now and then, his life in general. He began to think he had taken a step too far.

He felt as though he had stopped breathing. Or…his heart had stopped beating? He kept himself from looking panicked, but he was genuinely concerned that he was about to die.

Then he pressed two fingers to the inside of his wrist, in the split-second that Rumple took to look out over the sea, and realized he still had a pulse.

But the pain in his chest was gone, and the sensation of his pulse within it felt muted. Killian finally realized that Rumple was making a conscious effort to keep his own emotions from drifting across their bond.

“It may,” Rumple said. He pulled his gaze back from the sea and stared at Killian. “Or it may not.”

And that was the end of that. Rumple disappeared and Killian was left more alone that he could remember being for ages.