#and I get that they were all in ice king's imagination but let's be real that's not why those episodes aired

[corbinite]

I don’t want a fionna and cake series. Please hbo just let this show have a narratively satisfying end pleaaase. The ending of adventure time was so good and such a good sendoff and it only WORKS if it’s an actual ending, it only works if we’re actually saying goodbye. Literally the whole message of the finale was that sometimes you have to let things end and accept that things will never be how they were, and that there’s beauty in that acceptance because no matter what changes it doesn’t erase what you had. You cannot literally have that be the entire THESIS of the last three or four seasons and then keep drawing it out for cash and nostalgia

[malfoylust]

malfoy manor ༉‧₊˚✧

draco malfoy smut

oral sex [fem receiving] | draco fluff / we love a consent king | ice cream foreplay??

You think you are going to the malfoy manor to study but draco wants to show you what real passion is. no interruptions…just you and him alone. you’re going to experience the greatest pleasure you will ever know. [just imagine HIS HANDS all over your body]

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You and draco have been studying in his bedroom for the hours. Snape has a defense against the dark arts exam coming up and you are struggling. Draco knew you were struggling in snape’s class so he offered to tutor you.

(You are sitting with your legs crossed on Draco’s bed, while draco sits in a chair at his desk)

You slam the books down on his comforter. (So soft. You would love to get comfy in his bed WITH him…if you know what I mean)

You sighed and looked across the room where draco was reviewing notes at his desk.

“Why cant I understand this. I’m going to fail.”

Your eyes started to slowly fill with tears, as you got more frustrated with yourself.

Draco motioned for you to come over to him.

You want to make out with him so badly, but you don’t know if he likes you like that. In your mind you’re just a girl draco is forced to Tudor. You don’t think there’s anything special there.

You walk over to draco and rested your hand on his desk and shrugged. “I just don’t know what else to do.”

“Why don’t you get a snack and take a break. I have something in mind that may help ease your stress,” Draco said.

As your mind raced with all the possibilities you had in mind, your face was flushed. You turned away quickly and walked to the kitchen.

༻¨*:·.

You found a pint of ben and jerries ice cream in the freezer.

As you sat at the dining room table eating ice cream, you feel cold finger tips on your neck, moving your hair to the other side of your neck.

You shiver as you hear a familiar voice whisper in your ear, “don’t worry love. I feel those things for you too”

Your face gets red and hot as you hear his voice again.

“You want to share?”

You feel your chair move back and see draco walk in front of you, looking down at you. He is standing over you.

[I cant get over his height. He’s so fine]

Your eyes drop from his eyes to see his white collared shirt is completely unbuttoned, revealing his bare chest and abs.

Draco grabs a spoon and dips it into the ice cream you are holding and takes a bite.

You bite your lip, as you watch him suck the ice cream off the spoon.

He hasn’t taken his eyes off of you. You dip your spoon into the ice cream and stand up.

“You’re beau-“ draco is cut off by you sliding ice cream from his mouth, down to his chest…his abs.

You feel him grab your hand, making you drop your spoon on the ground.

“Kiss me draco,” you whisper seductively.

You feel malfoys lips clash into yours. You wrap your arms around his neck as he picks you up.

(Your legs wrapping around his waist)

.·:*¨༺

He carried you back to his room and placed you on his bed.

You let out a soft moan as malfoy started to gently kiss your neck.

As his big hands caressed your hips, he unbuttons your blouse, revealing your bralette.

Almost out of breath, you say, “I want you to go down on me dra-“

You gasped as malfoy leaves trails of wet kisses down your neck, down your breasts, down to your bare stomach.

Once you feel his hot breath at your stomach you gasped and tell him to stop.

(He can tell you were a little insecure about him being so close to your stomach)

Draco hovered over you, with his face over yours.

His gorgeous blonde hair resting above his grey eyes.

[ugh he’s so cute. I can picture him right now ugh]

He smirked, “you don’t have to hide from me. Let me make you feel special.”

You nodded, “okay”

He continued and you helped him unclip your bra.

As he left love bites down your breast and stomach, you feel his hands gently pull down your pants…

You help him take off your pants as you feel his warm breath get closer to your pulsing pussy, just waiting to be mouth fucked.

You tilt your head back, eager for draco to suck your clit.

You watch as draco pulls down your underwear.

“Are you wet for me, my sweet dove?” Malfoy bites his lip while looking up at you.

“Are you sure?” He asks.

A soft moan fell from your lips, “yes.”

Malfoys lips start to passionately kiss your already soaked pussy. He moans as he inserts his tongue into your cunt.

Giving you the greatest pleasure you could ever imagine….

You moan dracos name loud as you feel his tongue go in circles around your clit.

Malfoy begins to suck on your cunt, making you a moaning mess.

You run your fingers through dracos hair and pull slightly as you get to a climax.

Draco’s moans makes your pussy vibrate, as he mouth fucks your wet cunt.

Your body comes to a hot climax, leaving your body shaking.

You are cumming in Draco’s mouth, while he keeps sucking you dry. He doesn’t seem to mind.

“Dra-a-co-“ you moan.

Malfoy finally let’s you completely climax.

Malfoy lies next to you and tells you, “i think I’m falling for you.”

-

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Hi guys! I hope you all loved this one. He’s so hot. And that’s all I gotta say 🤍

🫧 I’m taking requests for draco smuts ! requirements: draco x fem

[sophies-junkyard]

NOBODY ASKED but… Obviously Simon’s arc in adventure time solidified the series as one of greatest of all time (and I’m so hyped for this ice king sadness renaissance) but now I’m thinking of OTHER Adventure Time moments that rewired my brain as a kid. In no particular order:

1. “Once the strong guys got it how they liked it they said ‘this is fair now. This is the law.’ Once they were winning they changed the rules”. They really had the cartoon dog say that on tv in 2014.

2. “People get built different. We don’t have to understand it, we just gotta respect it”

3. The entirety of All The Little People. That shit was absolutely nuts for a kids show but also like…. I can’t articulate the lesson I just know there was one and it haunted me. The danger of the human ego. Hubris. Irreverence. Don’t play god bro.

4. Lady and Peebles. When PB ripped Ricardio’s leg off and bashed his skull in with it. And it was so hardcore they edited it out of the episode. Bro. I remember watching that after school one day and how my jaw just DROPPED at a PRINCESS being so brutal. They let her be so fucking angry and that was a game changer.

5. [Finn, about a horrific memory] “that one’s going in the vault. Aaaaaaaaaandd. It’s gone.” I quote that CONSTANTLY. It’s a great way to bring levity to a bad situation, but also forces me to go “hey wait a sec that’s not gonna work forever”. Things don’t stay in the vault.

6. Puhoy. He lived an entire life in that pillow world. He had kids. And then it’s just gone like a dream.

7. The deer. It was probably my first real introduction to horror. The hand wiggle. You all know exactly what I’m referencing. Were the candy people stuck in that well for 6 months???

8. What Was Missing!! Obviously now because it foreshadowed (and confirmed past) Bubbline, but back then just because it was so good??? IMO, this is the episode that defined WHO our main cast was, and how their relationships needed to grow for them to be content. It set up the next 6 years of the show! Plus it gave us 2 absolute BANGERS. Ugh i rewatched that recording so many times it wasn’t even funny.

9. Ghost Princess. Really just for the line where he sounds like he’s gonna shit his pants remembering his death and then in a clear narrator voice he’s like “I was a broken man.”

10. The pajama war episode. Now I’m doing this from memory so I could be wrong, but I think this really marks the start of Finn growing up. “I’ve really enjoyed just… hanging out with you.” The ability to start over with someone you’ve got complicated history with. The kindness. The growth from both of them!! It’s a direct parallel of episode 1 but their tones couldn’t be more different and I love it.

11. The slow and horrifying realization that The Mushroom War was nuclear Armageddon. Mushroom clouds. That went so far over my head as a kid even though they reference it constantly. It finally clicked during “I remember you”. Which I am NOT gonna go into because holy fuck that’s like 18 posts on its own.

12. Goliad! A child mirroring EVERYTHING they see, for better or worse. Seeing Jake in a bad moment screaming at the kids and goliad absorbing that behavior. Seeing she can use fear to control people. Also PB was Fucking Crazy! Her line “I’m not gonna live forever… I would if I could” is even more unhinged when we learn (like years later) that she’s already 900 years old. But she does physically age so I guess there’s that. The Suitor also falls into this category of episodes.

Ok getting into some of the more talked about moments

1. OK I LIED I have to talk about I remember you. I was 11 years old. I turned on the new adventure time episode like usual. 10 minutes later I was grappling with a grief I had never imagined before. Absolutely BAWLING not just for Simon and Marceline (the PLOT), but for what it showed me. The reality that every kid tries not to think about: your loved ones will leave you someday, even if they don’t want to. It’s an episode that becomes more powerful with every year I get older. To get a bit personal, dementia has completely taken my grandparents from me. I’ve seen sides of my grandfather that should never have existed, and I must constantly forgive him for what he does… now that he doesn’t remember me. And someday it’ll be my parents. That’s just the way of the world, ya know? Anyways, I remember my mom got home right as the credits were rolling and we had a long talk about keeping people alive with memory, mortality, and how the future was far away and we should decide on dinner lmao.

2. The Hall of Egress. I was almost 15. Life was changing. I was changing, and it was strange and frightening. That feeling where you know you’re losing your childhood but you just want to cling to it. Follow the same old familiar path, stick with what’s comfortable. But life doesn’t work that way. It took me years to really understand this episode and it’s symbolism. Honestly I still don’t think I could fully explain it. It’s like. How do I put this. I was so glad to be in the target age group in that moment. I was so glad that something I was growing up with was assuring me “you’re changing, but we’re changing too”. And isn’t that the theme of adventure time? Everything stays, but it still changes.

3. The absolute horror of Ferns existence. He’s Finn, but he’s wrong and warped. All those memories of the people he loves and they can’t stand to be in the same room as him.

4. Susan Strong. The introduction of a RUNNING PLOT. The show up to that point had really been so goofy and so monster of the week. I think the only really plot heavy episode before this one was It Came From the Nightosphere? And then suddenly they call into question the fact that Finn really is the ONLY HUMAN in all of OOO. And then… is he? It was SUCH a departure from the usual tone. Ending that episode with him reaching below her hat and gasping in shock, but never telling the audience what he found. And then she’s just gone. Which leads us to Islands!

5. Min and Marty. Second saddest episode in the entirety of adventure time, made worse because you know exactly how this family is gonna end up. There’s SO MUCH to dissect about Martins behavior in the series. A reformed con artist receives a traumatic brain injury while attempting to save his son. They’re both lost at sea, and he never looks for him. Was it the emotional trauma? Was it the physical damage? Meanwhile a mother loses her husband and her child in a single night and never EVER learns why. Nobody but Martin knows what happened that night. Also Finns fear of the ocean from season 1 is finally explained. 7 years of ignoring Finns origins and then they throw you THIS??? Watching it live was unreal.

Anyways I’m sure I’ll think of more. I might add on to this later for my own sake lmao, but I’d love to hear other peoples formative moments, quotes, episodes, etc. I really just needed to dump this information out of my brain so I can get on with my week.

[halfagone]

I seriously love your fic 'Social Media + Insomnia = Epic Fails'. It's honestly amazing that you managed to write an entire fic through just snapshots of different social media. If I may, can I ask how you did it? I can't imagine that it would be easy, considering that there's barely any conventional dialogue or real action scenes.

Oh my gosh, yay!! Ironically I just reread that one the other night. It was very self-indulgent, but I'm so happy to hear so many other people could enjoy it too! 🥰✨😊

There are definitely some parts that are easier than others. Interestingly enough, I probably have the hardest time with formatting and the overall structure of the fic when I publish than the writing itself. I love playing around with HTML, but Ao3's HTML is notoriously hard. (Also, tip: the Rich Text Editor doesn't always allow the same amount of versatility, hence the HTML.)

For me personally, it was important for me to have plot in the background. It doesn't have to be deep plot, but just some sort of guideline that I could follow so I know where it began and end.

In that fic, I'm sure you noticed, things went down in the background like Danny joining the Justice League and becoming Ghost King and Tim getting overshadowed by Pariah Dark. (Yes, I did try to heavily imply that Tim was overshadowed by Pariah for five days. That's a fun plot point lol.) But the overarching story that people really came for was Tim and Danny being lovesick idiots and trying to navigate being public personalities and getting together.

You are totally right about unconventional dialogue. There is a bit at the end where we get actual dialogue with quotation marks and dialogue tags, but otherwise we just get a lot of chatting sequences. For me it was very important to get the tones right. Little clues in the messages that shows how they're feeling or what they're implying. And for things like sarcasm, which don't translate through writing the same way, you can even have characters call each other out on it. I know I've done the same for "Insomniacs Anonymous". (Can you tell I love social media fics? lol)

One of the things I will say about this kind of fic format is that it's so much easier to write fight scenes. On one hand, you don't get really inspiration scenes where your characters are out there kicking ass and saving the day, but that's also a let less work on your part. In this case the details aren't as important, it's the results. So that's why we just see Breaking News alerts.

For this fic, it's kind of a mixture of present-action and reactions. There are parts where we watch as plot points unfold but we also learn about other plot points via the reactions from other people on social media.

There are also smaller things you can do. Whenever I showed Danny's Twitter profile or YouTube channel, I changed little details to show the passage of time. I showed him steadily gaining new followers or subscribers, or in the case with YouTube, I showed his number of videos slowly ticking up higher. It's very easy to miss, and maybe most people don't notice it at all, but it's also a good bookmark as an author.

If you're looking for inspiration or ideas, then I would definitely recommend looking into other social media AUs. There's a canonized tag for it on Ao3, but the social media fics I read that helped me with "Social Media + Insomnia = Epic Fails! (Not Clickbait)" were from Yuri! On Ice, Batman, and BNHA. If you're interested in more specific fics, let me know and I can make up a list of recs. Even if you're not into the fandom, they offer some good ideas for what it can look like.

All in all, I'm really glad you liked that one! I have a number of more ideas for social media fics going forward like a Model AU, my Actor AU, and then a AITA Reddit fic which I believe I did post a while ago as well. I can't promise it'll be soon, but the format is so fun and I hope you get to have some fun with it too. 😉

[sonicasura]

Ok we've talked alot about The Mothzilla family(Godzilla, Mothra, Hoppy, PJ, CatBee, and Mommy) but I have a few HCs regarding the other toys and their 'parents'

Rodan and Kickin have a sort of Eager Dad and Slightly shy kid, like Rodan will often greet other titans being all flamboyant and energetic while Kickin hides behind him but will say hi if the other titan gently introduces them to Kickin.

Behemoth, Bubba and Picky, pray for Behemoth because he is a single dad and both of his adopted kids have some issues. He tries his best but most of the time in his kind would have Matriarchs to help but as far as he knows besides his adopted kids he's the last one.

Tiamat and Boxy have a real odd vibe with each other, while Tiamat is haughty and uptight with other titans she does on her precious son. Despite the fact you will see Boxy just chewing on the most random stuff around base while Tiamat sings his accomplishments above the other kids, a very much 'This is my son, I found him in the trash but he's mine and I love him'

When Kong met Huggy and Kissy, it was a bit tense think like an ape sanctuary introducing a rescued ape to the troop and praying it goes well. Kissy and Huggy were scared of Kongs sheer size and strength, hiding from him for most time. Until Kong offered the two some food when they became hungry and let them eat in peace, it helped that Kong let them shadow him while he wandered Skull Island.

For Shimo and Crafty it's very much a grandma raising her granddaughter situation, she'll gladly let her play and try to make art with her new ice abilities but she won't be able to always join both due to old age and her time imprisoned by Skar King. Thankfully Kong has three children that can keep up with Crafty when she can't.

When it turns out King Caeser existed was more of a shock to Monarch than to Bobby and Dogday since they could 'sense' him. He was a fun but strict parent, he'll let them have their fun but he will set limits. Granted he's also very protective of the two even willing to come to blows with Godzilla when Hoppy and Dogday start dating when the two of them become teens.

These are honestly spot on. Lol

Boxy is a simple fellow when it comes to how he does things and his needs. His gnawing on random stuff is just a teeth test. Boxy has the best dental record as he's quick to point out a problem with his fangs.

Behemoth definitely took awhile to get used to Bubba and Picky's antics. The former has a habit of finding unauthorized humans near their habitat then wards them away with a proper response on their demeanor. Picky meanwhile often share her foods whenever they have problems scavenging. She has a unique mutation that lets her eat anything even if its inedible or toxic without any harm.

Kickin is definitely shy whenever Rodan introduces him to unknown monsters. Luckily he bounces back to a friendly playful demeanor if they're nice or have nice children he can play with. Rodan always avoids taking Kickin to meet any kaiju he's knows is bad news.

Crafty is definitely a very considerate granddaughter when it comes to Shimo. She knew what kind of pain the Skar King put the older Titan under and does her best to help ease the trauma. Crafty shared a few methods with Shimo such as deep breathes or claw drawings.

Kong definitely wasn't expecting Monarch to bring in Huggy and Kissy at all. Despite how much he wanted to interact with them, the larger ape could tell they were scared thus exercise patience. A good decision since the two rarely leave his side once it became clear he meant no harm. Kong feels a lot less lonely now and mellowed a bit to not scare his younger companions.

I can imagine a 'Why didn't you tell us' moment with Monarch once King Caeser is found. Godzilla remains civil despite there being another Alpha because of the kids. Doesn't mean the lizard isn't snarky and DogDay/Hoppy can take that. If not then good thing Bobby is a great peacemaker.

[beevean]

Lets spread awareness around the fandom. Thoughts on Hevor ?

Finally, someone around asking the real important questions uwu

I think I said everything I could say about it? Hella underrated in my humble opinion. I understand that Trevor doesn't interact with Hector much in the game proper, but c'mon, all the ingredients for a solid enemies-to-rivals-to-friends-to-lovers/defrosting ice king arc are there!

First of all, I will be remiss if I don't point out the amazing tension between them during their first fight :P

My good man was very much enjoying whipping the silver haired pretty boy into submission :P and he's so damn sassy, "wow you're supposed to be the scary Devil Forgemaster I heard so much about? lol. lmao even." between him and isaac being a bitch in the first cutscene, poor hec getting bullied by his bfs :(

But then he accepts that Hector really is on his side and he had misjudged him before (and in Japanese this is the moment they both switch from kisama to omae, love when it does that), and he decides to whip him into submission again test his strength to deem if he's worth of helping him, you know much like he did with his friends in CV3! And this time Hector is a good match for him, and that's when Trevor turns... weirdly passionate. Like, I'm not the only one who thinks he sounds just a little too concerned, am I? Even more so in Japanese??

and then isaac stabs/molests him because how dare he touch his hector and we never see him again :D

Well, anyway. We're left to imagine what happens after the events of CoD, and we know that Trevor was left in Julia's care after being stabbed so Hector is bound to see him one last time at the very least, talk with him. Sure, maybe Hector decides that he's done with a life of fighting and he never sees Trevor again, but he could also become an ally of his as a way to make up for his mistakes.

As for their dynamic, you have Hector on one side who is relatively the only sane man and Tired of Everyone's Shit (especially now that he's not Cursed lol), and on the other you have the King of Slaying, Trevor who is very well aware of how charismatic he is and he's not afraid of showing off :P at least think of the comedic potential. A bit more seriously, in a hypothetical rewriting of CoD, the two might bump into each other more often, and we might learn that Trevor knew about the atrocities Hector committed under Dracula's name, maybe even saw him and Isaac personally, and that's why he didn't give him the benefit of the doubt unlike he did with, say, Alucard; and Hector could swear that he really regrets what he's done and he will do anything to atone for his sins, and maybe he'd help Trevor during their travels, and the two could learn to actually trust each other and see each other's best parts, Trevor's pure heart and Hector's more noble side. Also, they were both shunned from society due to their powers, but Hector could admire Trevor for never feeling resentment and immediately jumping to help the same people who hated him, while Trevor might sympathize with Hector and commend him for eventually finding the strenght to break free from Dracula's influence.

also yeah insert kinky jokes here one has a whip and the other goes around wearing chains and tight leather pants do i really have to spell out the obvious here

In short, you do have to kind of write a whole fanfiction by yourself, unlike say Isaactor where the proof that Isaac wanted Hector is all but text :P but I think they have potential! Either as different people growing closer, or simply as rivals with plenty of UST :P

[acaciapines]

….I can’t believe it took you less than a day. Anyways, I know so little about this show, but do the citizens of Ooo have daemons, or some other form of dust? Given that they aren’t human and all. (reply by @snarky-wallflower)

a post so i have more space to write. and uh. yeah it is truly so funny. it isnt actually as quick as it seems (ive been turning it over since i finished adventure time like, a week ago?) but still. im a joke and a parody etc etc etc.

anyways! i actually think most people of ooo dont have daemons at all! so lets explain why.

when i write daemon aus, i tend to write dust as a sort of, particle that kind of Exists in the world. it is created by people but it was also there before people and wouldve helped spark the creation of people, in a like, 'oh having a way to interact w this particle is really useful to do x y z, lets evolve to use it!' obvi im not a scientist and the details vary but this is how i sort of tend to see it as a baseline!

so, from there, all species that are. sapient? pretty sure sapient is the word, they all interact and connect to dust in some way. this can be via visual cues (actually perceiving it and its patterns) but mostly its through some other way, like how humans have daemons.

so, in ooo, humans do still have daemons! its just. theyre the only ones.

as for everyone else, they are all, somehow, connected to dust! they all have to be, its just a lot of them dont have daemons because nuclear war, magic bullshit, etc etc. im not 100% on all the lore behind the show but i imagine that The World Fucking Up drastically changed the way sapient species interact with dust. i like the idea that all magic-users are able to use magic bc magic is just interacting directly with dust and getting it to do what you want, so their connection to dust is just, magic. and to get there you lose whatever previous connection you might've had.

most people probably have something else. i think you could get real creative with it. i dont have answers for most people <3 i think you could give species daemon LIKE things, but i'd make em sightly different. not sure. how yet. plants? can't change shape? various things to do with range? specific places? some sort of hivemind? theres a lot of ways you can take it and none of my ideas would focus on that bc thats too close to making a whole au and im like. nah. im focusing on some MINI!! ARCS!! with a limited cast of characters!

as for people i DO have answers for....

marceline had a daemon, being a vampire fucked with that for a while. post-stakes she gets her daemon back.

finn has a daemon and theyre doing totally fine lol.

fern probably had a "daemon" but it was less daemon more another plant construct that was more just him than two people split across two bodies. he finds this out and Doesnt Take It Well.

simon has a daemon. ice king doesnt. simon doesnt get his daemon back upon being de-ice kinged. this is very bad for his mental health.

ditto for betty when she becomes magic betty. golbetty is doing great. they're together in there. no idk what that looks like.

jake has Something. not a daemon. no idea what. but he for sure has a tangible thing. prooooobly same for lady but she also might get magic-user rules and can see dust but this is just chill for her vs most magic users who get there by losing something along the way.

bmo is a computer. i dont think he has a tangible daemon but i think he's got something.

bubblegum has the whole mother gum thing so i imagine thats sort of like, a static place she visits sometimes. or maybe something with neddy??? whatever it is she doesnt have anything that like, follows her around or is on her person.

the candy people since theyre made by pb basically just have a whole mess of things she thought were interesting to experiment with. so there are candy daemons.

i think flame princess has something closer to a daemon than not but they arent a daemon. i'd need to do more research into. fire.

fionna's daemon is cake <3 before the events of the miniseries they Do Not Know This so it manifests as fionna bringing her cat literally everywhere, cake being way too smart for a cat, and neither of them thinking this is weird in any other way. (everyone around them is very freaked out <3)

nobody else in the fionna and cake universe have daemons or anything like it.

fionna: wait are you telling me you dont share dreams with your cat?? don't telepathically communicate with your cat? everyone around her: what the fuck are you talking about--

and thats what ive got whoo! for basic ideas. more detailed plots are for the stakes mini-arc + fionna and cake since i think theres an interesting story there, but thats not for this post.

[andywinter16]

For  Heart and Home the lion roar (Chapter one)

You know, when you die, you would probably expect nothingness, light in the darkness, heaven, hell or whatever is out there as form of afterlife. I definitively didn´t imagine that I would be met with some gigant in full armor that looks like a godforsaken dragon. Even though its impressive, not gonna lie there. But it still is terrifying, definitively not petting material.

"Soul of Shattered World, I have chosen you to serve our purpose."  WHAT? Wait a minu-  "You shall be the beast that guards the Chosen king and his life, the shadow that destroyes his enemies, the bringer of light to starscurged land. If you fail at your task the endless torture awaits you, soul. That is my will as  mighty ruler Bahamut, one of the Six. Protector of Eos. Sovereign of Eikons." menacing aura surrounded me. Did any of those titles make any sense to me? No, not at all. I had so many questions that I needed answers for. Oh crap! My soul started burning up, if it was even possible I would be screaming like a banshee. The energy started dissolving into darkness. Fuck, how to stop it, how to stop this, panic overtaken me. Yet sweet voice spoke gently to my disappearing form, it felt like a warm breezy through spring day. " You will not be alone little one, my child will help you through your journey. Be warned, it will be difficult one without any mercy. "  That was the last thing I heard when flames consumed me whole.

“Ouch, that hurt like a bitch. Wait, what the?!”  I've never felt more confused than I did now. I was back in my old human body.  “That is fucking great, I would like to send a complaint, that I didn't want this whatever this all is ...”

“She believes that this soul doesn´t have much of choice in this matter.” said lovely voice. I turned around so fast, that my head was little dizzy. On the hill where I was standing, a blue-white fairy was floating, snowflakes were flying around her like a veil. I may be little biased but she was absolutely gorgeous being. I stared at her in astonishment until I started to get  embarrassed to stand there in silence. "What do you mean, why did you choose me of all people. This doesn´t make any sense to me! I took that path wilingly ...” I admit that I was little harsher to her than I wanted to, but everything was ... so wrong. The fairy sat down on the ground, snow covered the place where she standed. " Otheral, let her introduce, this one´s name is Shiva, messenger of gods and goddess of ice. She shall be your guide through the mother, to insure soul understands her role in this plan.”  What? Okay, now I felt overwhelmed, I am speaking with real godness. People in my realm would go fucking crazy If they saw her.

“ And who is this mother you spoke of? That was the voice I heard in the darkness, correct?” I managed to say. I am still not sure what exatly they want from me, apart being some beast who protect some king. Do they mean it literal or just matter of speech?

“ Otheral is truly correct, it was mother´s voice who spoke to them. One shall call her Etro, the death incarnation and former protector of this world.” 

Former protector? Don´t tell me this is some political bullshit my ass got into.

“ Otheral shall follow this one, we have a long way ahead of us. As a protector of a chosen king, she will need all the help and experience she can get on her journey.”  I don´t like the sound of that. Not. at. all.

[nimata-beroya]

MY THOUGHTS ON TBB 2×07 "The Clone Conspiracy" & 2×08 "Truth and Consequences"

Let me start by saying that these episodes didn't go as I expected. I had a whole (not very clear) plot in my head that did not happen. At all. But I love them! It had me on the edge of my seat the entire time!

My thoughts and reactions are below the cut

2×07 "The Clone Conspiracy"

I gasped when I saw 79's. In a weird way, I was surprised that was still functioning, which is stupid. Of course, it's still open. The Empire is trying to rid of the Clones, but they're not gone yet, so they still need a place to get hammered. Now, more than ever, I think.

As these 2 clones talk (Cade and Slip, my beloveds), it hit me that that bar played a part in another conspiracy. Argh! 😩 The feels!! Why?! 😭

And I'm now headcanoning that this guy here is either Cade or Slip (probably, Cade since he was the one who had second thoughts first)

*sighs*

Anyway, let's continue…

It hurts so much watching the clones deal with all the crap the Empire makes them do. I just want to hug them and protect them at all cost.

As much as it hurts, I knew Cade wasn't going to live much longer. And my thought at that moment about the assassin was, "please, don't be Crosshair. Don't be you. PLEASE!!" And the scope didn't look like his but I was not sure until they showed the helmet. Of course, then the question was who the hell is that?

Wait! They're saying that Kamino fell because of a massive storm?!?!! that's the worst excuse ever! like, how not everybody automatically knows that it's a big fat lie?! Kamino? A planet used to horrible storms, so their building were made for resisting those. That Kamino?! Honestly, Rampart has absolutely no imagination or logical thought.

Of Course! It's about that recruitment bill 🙄

BAIL!!! Bail is here!

RIYO!!! WOOHOO!! THAT'S MY GIRL, FIGHTING FOR THE CLONES!! I'm so ecstatic to see her (I knew she would, since I saw that leaked pic of her with Rex and the boys) and it's so good to watch her doing what she does best.

(My Foxiyo shipping heart is wishing to see Fox too, or at least that she mentions him or something. Just a tiny hint. I know it won't happen but dreaming cost nothing)

Hmm… Rampart, I see trouble coming your way. The Emperor has no patience for failure, and you are on very thin ice. And how apparent is that you know absolutely nothing about Riyo if you think she'll be appeased so easily. Oh boy! Your end is near, I think… Unless you have a card up your sleeve, which I doubt. Oh, I'm going to enjoy watching you fall so much 😈

Harsh words from Riyo, but true. You're not getting any younger, my dears. You're getting older twice as fast, in fact. I think not only the clones are guilty of ignoring that fact. In real life and when you're young, you think that it won't happen to you, until one day you get up and say "oh Fuck" and you're old. The sad thing is that as things are going, the clones won't have enough time to enjoy life before that happens 😣

Slip, what are you doing? Oh calling Rex? Yes, yes, yes!!!

Be careful Riyo, Rampart is a snake. Actually, that's an insult to snakes. But the sentiment applies. Good thing you're not stupid and didn't believe a word he said.

Ooooooh! Bail, nice! The King of clandestine meetings. This reminds me of the fic I need to finish writing. Opps! 😅 I'm all for Organa-Riyo secret rebel meetings.

Oh fuck! Riyo move!!! No no no no no, Slip come back! No! 😖😭😭 I knew it! RIP Slip 💔

Now, Riyo, RUN!!! Run like hell! AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!

YES!!!! REX IS HERE!!!!! Just in time. Phew!! Now let's see who this guy is.

Wait! Oh my goodness! 😳 he killed himself. Who's this guy and what happened to him, because this seems a little too extreme for a normal trooper. Even if as a "believer". Could've he been reconditioned? Is he one of the cadets of Kamino that went through a harsher brainwashing? What??!!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! They can't leave it there!!! How dare they!! Thank God they released the next episode, too, or it'd have been a hell of a week waiting.

2×08 "Truth and Consequences"

Hey!! The boys! Finally! (Well, actually the previous ep was too good, and I missed them much less than I should have)

Oh, My boy Wrecker is taking a nap. But baby, in that position you'll get a kink on your neck. Mine hurts just by watching you.

GONKY!!!!!! Thank goodness you're all right! I was afraid that he was fried for good.

Oh, Omega is meditating. Nice (hmm, I can imagine what everyone fond of the idea of her being force-sensitive will say about this. I'm not on that wagon, tho) There! From her own mouth! She's not force sensitive.

Oh, Echo!! 🥺🥺 Can I hug you?

Ok, here we go.

Well, I'm just saying that Hunter have a point. The last place they should put a foot on IS Coruscant. He's not wrong about that. BUT... also with Rex's expertise of going in and out of it without raising alarms should reduce the risks. And it's for a very good cause, so, go, go, go.

That's how it's pronounced?! I've been saying Riyo wrong all along 😕

LOL! Omega always being cute with her little wave 😊

I love that Echo is ready to testify but, yep, that wouldn't go well. Deserters don't have much of credibility. Sorry Echo.

awwwww my girls together, yes! (and that's why Omega will see Palpatine. It makes sense now)

Riyo and Omega in the Senate reminds me of Padme and Ahsoka doing the same thing.

Wait! Shouldn't have Rampart recognize Omega? Sure, he can't even imagine CF99 is in Coruscant and Omega could be any girl, but like didn't he read the reports of every incident involving them? I'm sure in one of those says there's a girl, with Omega's description, among them. Or watched a surveillance footage, something, I don't know. Right? I mean, great that he doesn't recognize her, but it's weird.

Oh, yes! The ice under your feet is getting thinner and thinner, Rampart. I can hear it cracking 😈 Oh, your arrogance is your downfall. Nothing that Riyo can do? HA!! You won't know what hit you

Ugh! Omega, my poor innocent baby. Still so naive to the unfair reality of being a clone. My heart weeps for you

Hehe, Omega tailing along to the meeting with Bail. Such a confidence in her brothers.

UGH!! That old, obnoxious hag?! I hate Burtoni. Altho, I admit that she's caving in more easily than I expected, all thanks to Omega

Ok, Rex, who are those contacts? Wolffe? Cody? Or even Crosshair? Anyone we know? Tell me!! I wanna know!!!

Oh, poor my boy!! He's not having a good day. First, zapped when he bumped that machine and now dealing with his fear of heights. I must say that Wrecker is braver than anyone. He doesn't let his fear stop him.

Hurry up boys!! Ooooh!! More plans. And combined?!

Oh my gosh, Tech!! 😆😆 "I was off by 6.4 meters. Not my best."

Definitely not the best day for Wrecker. He deserves a hug from me 😊

Get him, Riyo!! You're so done, Rampart!

Oh, fuck! Palpatine 🤬

Told you Rampart! You're done (Altho, I thought he'd be around a bit longer, but his fall fits nicely with what I think it might be the rest of Crosshair's arc, so I'm ok with this. Of course, I wouldn't have complained if they had dragged Rampart's misery for a bit longer)

Ah, of course! I'm not even surprised that Palps spinned this to his favor anyway. I know clones are doomed no matter what they do. *Long-suffering sigh*

Wait, what? Echo? what? No!!! you can't leave 😭😭 I'm with Omega here 😭😭

😭😭😭 They're hugging!!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭😭

Noooooooooooooo!!! Omega looks so sad 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

I did not expect this to happen and, even if I don't like it, I get it. It's something Echo needs to do for himself. My only solace is that, happening now by mid-season, it almost certain that Echo will be back sooner than we think.

And I have very important questions after these episodes...

Crosshair, is he safe? Is he all right? Where is he?!!!

[siriannatan]

Not Your Typical Emperors Meeting - one-shot

I really enjoy writing all these random one-shots lately :}

Am I almost done with yet another one-shot as I'm posting this? Maybe…

AO3

Scott was never taught to be a ruler. He was the second son of elven kings, after all, no one expected he'd ever have to rule. His older brother was supposed to do all that while Scott married some foreign prince and secured a good alliance. All Scott was ever expected to be was a polite, well-mannered, pretty prince who could hold a good conversation. He could have his little hobbies but that was after all his usual lessons on art, history, manners, and other such things. Not how to rule.

And then Xor decided to have his 200s rebellion and ran away to some stinking jungle elf prince. Who does things like that? And just a few days after inheriting the throne when your fathers decide they are done and go on a long, long trip. Not Scott.

Scott, faced with his new reality didn't complain or throw a tantrum freezing the whole castle for three days... Okay, maybe he did but once he got over it he sat down for a quick crash course on how to rule from his advisors. And did not go anywhere without them just in case he needed to ask them about things. He knew he could trust them, they have advised his father for years. And if they did start causing trouble he could just freeze them.

A real test of the new system came two weeks after Scott had to become an emergency king. Ruler's meet organised by lady empress Katherine of House Blossom. Scott could not bring any advisors along for that. Not into the meeting room, only rulers themselves were allowed in. At least communicators were allowed in case of emergency situations so Scott could always send quick questions out. Depending on where he was seated...

And so, after a week of learning what little elves knew about other kingdoms - Rivendell did not tend to be too open to other nations during Scott's father's rule. After a discussion with the advisors, Scott decided to be a bit more open. As scary as that was.

Lady Katherine was welcoming, even if surprised that it was Scott and not his brother that showed up. Scott was hopeful he made a good impression on her.

He didn't have much time to wander about the flowering gardens of the fairy kingdom. Not when he arrived late the day before the meeting and with it starting early. And him wanting to be there early to hopefully calm his nerves so he did not cover the whole castle in ice. And to maybe make a good impression.

He was not the first one to arrive. The half-dragon ruler of Grimlands, count fWhip if he recalled the name correctly from the quick course on other rulers, was already in his seat. Sleeping, as Scott judged from the lack of response to his greeting. He didn't let it bother him. Being a ruler, in his short so far experience, was a tiring thing so he let the man rest and looked for where he was supposed to sit. 

Right between Grimlands and Cod Empire. Two empires leading big alliances who happened to not like each other. From what Scott remembered it had something to do with cod and salmon-based religions or something like that. According to his advisors, he should be okay as long as he did not talk to either of them about fish. He could do that.

After that quick check-in with the home base, Scott looked about taking in the meeting room. Just in case he had to get one ready for any reason. Yet, somehow, most of his attention went to the sleeping count. He was not the image of what Scott imagined other rulers to be. He was a redhead and most of his face was covered by either hair or a pair of slightly sooty goggles. There was soot and slight burn marks all over his clothes. He did not wear a proper crown of any sort but Scott guessed the jewellery decorating his dark red and black horns were supposed to be it. Or he hoped it was, he'd feel stupid if he was the only one with a crown of some sort with his golden circlet in the image of stag horns. 

As fWhip started to shift and huff in his sleep Scott forced himself to not look at him anymore. He supposed he might have been handsome under all the soot and goggles. He shockingly did not mind the neatly trimmed beard. But he probably should process that later. When other rulers weren't gathering.

Next to come was the Codfather of the Cod Empire. A weird title but Scott would not comment on it. Or on the slightly funny hat he wore in place of a crown. Or that he looked even less like a ruler than fWhip with his tight, sleeveless shirt and loose pants and sandals. 

"Oh... hello... He's asleep? Good..." Jimmy, as the nameplate on the table said, said. "You're... from Rivendell? My condolences about the whole situation, I wasn't all that ready either when I had to take up ruling," he smiled taking his seat on Scott's left. 

"Thank you, I'm lucky my father's advisors are still around," Scott returned the smile. Jimmy's smile was nice even if most of his face was covered by his funny mask.

Jimmy hummed in response, busying himself with his communicator. He sat on the far end of the sizeable chair. Scott hoped it was because of fWhip and not him. He didn't have to wonder long, not with fWhip waking up with a wide, full-of-teeth yawn, followed by him pulling his goggles down and looking about the room with dark blue eyes. And shifting away as he noticed Jimmy who was completely ignoring him.

"You are... from Rivendell... the new king..." he muttered between a few more yawns. "Sorry, had a long night," he added stretching slightly.

"It's okay, I understand, the name's Scott," he introduced himself. Hoping Jimmy was not offended that he was friendly to his rival. He was just being generally polite, nothing else.

"If you say so," fWhip shrugged. "Didn't Katherine say she did not want any masks at her table?" the half-dragon grinned at Jimmy.

"Katherine's not here yet, I'll take it off later," the cod leader tossed back, not even gracing him with a look. "And behave yourself, you're making Scott uncomfortable with this un-called-for hostility," he added shooting Scott an apologetic smile. It made fWhip shut up with a huff.

Lucky for Scott more rulers started to arrive.

Next to come was lady Pearl of Gilded Helianthia along with king Sausage of Mythland. They looked a lot more like proper rulers which calmed Scott a little bit. They returned his greetings before returning to their previous conversation and pulling fWhip into it since they were his allies. Lady Pearl was sitting on the right of where lady Katherine would sit with king Sausage next to her, opposite Lady Shubble of Undergrowth who just arrived with lady Gem of Crystal Cliffs and separating her from count fWhip. They also returned Scott's greeting before coming back to their chat. Something about magic.

Scott hoped they would not talk about magic with him. Ice elves had a very different approach to magic than even other elves. A lot more casual approach than mages of other races and nations did not like most of the time. Yeah. Another 'no' topic for him.

Soon after them the one person Scott really didn't want to see showed up. Joey of the Jungle empire. King of the jungle elves and the one Xornoth ran away from his duties to be with. He came in with king Pixl of Pixandria who sat opposite Scott, luckily breaking the eyesight he'd otherwise have to share with Joey. Pix quickly shifter his attention from Joey to Jimmy.

And not too long after them the Ocean Queen Lizzie and her husband, king of Mezalea Joel arrived, quickly followed by lady Katherine and the meeting started.

Luckily, other than introducing himself properly Scott didn't have to say much and focused on listening. No one was taking notes so he dropped that idea and focused on trying to remember as much as he could.

Once the meeting was over most of the rulers quickly went their separate ways, back to their empires. But before they did they exchanged some pleasantries with Scott.

"If you ever need something blown up visit Grimlands," fWhip grinned before leaving Scott alone with Jimmy.

"Don't mind him, he's not the worst out there," Jimmy assured, once again donning his mask. A real shame since he was really handsome under it. "It's a bit hard to believe now, that we used to be friends... But that was before the war and stuff..." he added, there was a hint of regret in his voice. "You're always welcome to visit my kingdom if you don't mind some mud... Swamps have a lot of that," he chuckled a bit stiffly and also left.

Scott was not quite sure what to think about the whole meeting as he travelled back home. It was good to know what was going on in other empires. And it also made obvious what he still needed to learn. Like about that war Jimmy mentioned. He heard Cod Empire won some big war and that it sparked the animosity with Grimlands but not much beyond that. It would probably be very good for him to understand what has happened there. Just in case... Maybe because he found both rulers very handsome...

[mystiquewanderlust]

KOREAN DRAMAS MUST WATCH [PART 1]

Alchemy of Souls 🔮

SEASON 1 & 2

Genre: Historical Fantasy/Action/Adventure

Rating: 100/10

No. of Episodes: S1- 20, S2- 10

Date Watched: June, Dec 2022-Jan 2023

WARNING: A LOOONNGG REVIEW

Ahhh I cannot! I cannot believe that it's overrrr! This series may be one of my favorite, if not the most fave, korean fantasy drama to date. The plot and the twists are so spot on. I really love how this drama was created from the production, the casts (Naksu at the beginning of S1 AHHH), the costumes and the plot. It keeps you wanting more. And oh, not to mention the handsomeness and beauty of the casts!! Naksu and Seo!! Season 1 is all about our main lead--Naksu--who turned out to be a victim only of our evil antagonist, finding her true self instead which took turn from its original plan of revenge. I saw only some few action scenes unlike in Chinese dramas where fighting scenes are indeed very satisfying.. so yeah it was quite a downfall from the thrill I felt from Naksu's fighting scene in the beginning. But yeah, since she was in a different body which embodies no powers at all, it was quite obvious that there won't be that much fighting scenes even for the guys. Chinese dramas influence is real!!

But then in Season 2, mygoodness.. I can't even remember a satisfying fighting scene which used Tansu or whatever power they have. All swords and that, nothing carved in my memory at all. Also, this time, the story focuses on Naksu--who's real name is Cho Yeong--who were Jin Buyeon now--finding who she really is.. again, as her memories where wiped out by Master Lee.. and Jang Uk being a hunter of soul shifters to atone for the sins of whoever, I forgor haha. Anyways, the ending of Season 2 was super satisfying. I was so relieved, knowing how kill joy the writers of this drama is! I can't still forget about Scarlet Heart OMGGG..

Season 3? There definitely should be! The season 2 ending gave us a LOT to think about that this series is not over YET. And here's why:

1. The last episode first and foremost showed us that Maidservant Kim was pregnant. Yes, this is something to add to the next season definitely. 2. Next, the 2nd Jin daughter and the leader of Songrim (sorry forgot their names), got twin boys. And it was said that Jang Uk and BJinyowonuyeon plans to have a daughter as their firstborn. Isn't this something to anticipate for?? The next successor ofJinyowon and the incredible divine powers. Not to mention that her father also possesses the ice stone. Imagine the immense powers their kids will have! 3. The very charming Seol will head Songrim with its recruitment with his so-called new system. And there were two mages with great potentials in becoming the next high-level mages that will eventually surpass even Jan Uk's level. Imagine?? A definitelymust watch! 4. Master Heo's granddaughter who had a crush on jang Uk and became the kontrabida in our eyes, evantually had this very mysterious "handsome" man who was said to be as handsome as Seol. Imagine!!! I am getting the chills even thinking about who this mysteryguy is. I mean, is he good or bad? Hmmm! 5. The episode ended with our favorite couple Jang Uk and Buyeon looking for the relics that escaped. Like 32 escaped and they only captured 12 so far. So imagine what their next adventures would be! This is what we all will be thrilled to watch definitely!6. And of course let's not forget about our very charming the crown prince--I mean King. Well, it's match-making time! Who did Buyeon chose as his future Queen?? It was Buyeon who suggested potential queens so it's a must watch!Ahhh the thrill the next season would bring. So why end this series when there are still lots to look out for? Right?

So please Netflix, let there be season 3!

Under the Queen's Umbrella ☂️

Genre: Historical / Drama

Rating: 12/10

No. of Episodes: 16

Date Watched: Feb 17-18, 2023

A Netflix original.. again--so what do I expect?? Of course it is a superb drama! I am so not new with the palace twisted plots about revenge and fighting for throne. I mean, brothers filth theor hands with blood just to be the King or Crown Prince.. and this is what this drama is all about. I said I wasn't new in all these, right? But heck, watching this drama.. it was like watching an unfamiliar plot for the first time! THE QUEEN!!! I cannot.. she is AWESOME! To be honest, she was the reason why I backed out from watching this drama few months ago. Like seriously, she creeped the hell out of me. She just looks so intimidating! Srsly! But then two days ago, I saw a short clip from this drama wherein the Crown Prince was changing his clothes and then the Crown Princess suddenly barged in, seeing his nakedness (just topless, ehem) ...ahhh! And he is sooo handsome! So yeah, my weakness was kinda shaken and pushed me to watch the entire drama.. WHICH I REALLY THANK FOR BTW! And I am not exaggerating with the capital letters. She is the best Queen I have watched ever. Like Queen MOTHER to the highest level. She earned my respect, really. Because of her, many wrong doings were corrected and she saved a lot of lives.. not only her family and the King btw which is a very though thing to do honestly if the Queen isn't headstrong and witty. Being in the palace entails guts and more guts.. but of course, a ton of brains too. Those two things should be solid to be able to survive the evils of the palace.. which she succeeded in doing. The fights between princeses and concubines are such a terrifying thing to watch, but it was kinda okay with this drama compare with the other dramas I watched. (Nothing beats Yanxi Palace in Queen vs. Concubines btw.. NOTHING!) And speaking of.. The Queen is a Korean version of Wei Ying Luo.. such badass female leads. Femme fatale!

Another kudos to K-drama and Netflix collab 💖

[fastlanehqs]

WELCOME TO MIDWAY, DUDE. Take a look our checklist for a few little deets before we get started.

OOC INFO

alias: ade

age: 27

pronouns: he/him

timezone: gmt+2

triggers: [REDACTED]

what made you want to join fastlanehq? i absolutely love love love groups set in the past!!! 

if you aren’t chosen for your first skeleton choice, what are your second and third choices? [REDACTED]

are you applying for a wanted connection? if so, which one? —

anything else? fountain of sorrow - joan baez

IC BLURB

[DANIEL EZRA, CIS MAN, HE&HIM] Well, well, well, [FRANKIE TERRELL], after that stunt you and your friends pulled, half of town didn’t think you’d make it to graduation! Let alone turning [18]. You’re getting a reputation as [THE TERRY BRADSHAW] you know, it’s all the talk around [MIDWAY HIGH SCHOOL]! Nevertheless, Principal Grauss announced your postgrad plans to [PLAY FOOTBALL FOR GEORGIA STATE UNIVERSITY] when you walked across that stage and got that diploma. Folks around Midway will always remember you as [HARD-WORKING & SOCIABLE] and [SECRETIVE & SELF-DEPRECATING].

WRITING SAMPLE

Nostalgia’s a drug, and sometimes your character catches themselves thinking about the good old days. Describe the last school dance they attended– the good, the bad, and the poofy.

senior prom night goes pretty much exactly how frankie imagined it would. he picks [MISS AMERICA] up with his truck, all scrubbed clean and smelling fresher than it’s ever been. they take photos, five different poses, bright and wide smiles in each, the color of his tie matched perfectly with her dress. they pick their friends up on the way over, much to [MISS AMERICA]’s dismay who clearly wanted the night to be just about them but frankie, well—he promised and he’s not the type to go back on his word. 

it follows a script until it doesn’t. he dances with her, makes sure to stick close when she needs him to; smiles and politely jokes when their history teacher asks about their future, even though the entire conversation makes him feel like his skin is about to scorch itself off his body. then [THE BURN OUT] catches his eye—they know, they get it. so frankie excuses himself, says something about the bathroom but instead, he follows [THE BURN OUT] out of the auditorium.

they’re quiet, the two of them, as they walk down the empty school halls. they roam around trying to find an empty classroom with the doors left open and finally, they do. they have homeroom here, frankie notices. miss collins always complains whenever he and [THE BURN OUT] try to talk to each other so they have to resort to passing notes. frankie has a box full of them at home. he doesn’t have the heart to trash them for some reason.

they close the door, put a chair against the doorknob because they don’t feel like being found. they settle on the floor all the way in the back of the room so even if someone were to peek through the glass in the door, they probably wouldn’t notice them.

“had so many teachers ask me about my scholarship and moving. i’m getting real sick of it,” frankie says when he can’t take [THE BURN OUT]’s expectant stare any longer, even though he knows that they know what’s causing his mood to plummet tonight. they know everything, they’re the only one. 

he lies down with his head in [THE BURN OUT]’s lap and talks—and talks. about how he’s not sure of anything, about how he’s scared, about how he can’t see himself leaving, about how he can see himself leaving but to do other things, not the ones he promised his dad he’d do. when he’s done pouring his heart out, he goes completely quiet for a while and [THE BURN OUT] lets him. 

he’s lucky that they get back to the auditorium they do because they’re just about to announce king and queen and [MISS AMERICA] looks like she’s about to chew someone’s head off while her eyes scan the crowd in search of—well, frankie. 

he goes home with the crown and an uneasy feeling in his stomach, which he hopes goes away by morning. 

[whatever-lmaoo]

When I tell you I have a mini heart attack everytime I move my notes to a reblog😭 I need them to move cut away from copy bc idk what id do if i accidentally hit cut🥹

#“like you were made to fit him” we were made to fit him😍

#“hearing Benny’s not-so-subtle announcement that he was home” Benny already knows 😂

#“never able to get over how stunning you were even in your sleep, how divine you looked naked in his bed.” need a man to look at me like I’m the last jewel on earth😩

#“Oh, I’m sorry, did I wake you?” Benny is so meeee

#“fully aware of the fact that he was the one who needed an eye kept on him.” I love a self aware king🤌🏾

#“Well stop fucking talking to me, go and figure this shit out!” BENNY FOR THE WINNNN, idk what Will would do without Benny boy

#“He took his boxers off and slipped into bed,” the things I would give to sleep naked with Will😞

#“your bum rubbing against his groin in a way that made him moan and grind on you.” Stand down soldier😂 we got some talkin to do🧐

#“the weight of almost never experiencing this again hitting him hard.” Idk what happened to my emotions but I’m already tearing up😭

#“A breath shuddered out of him as he reached up and smoothed the side of your head, desperately again and again, his forehead leaning against yours as he fought off tears of his own.” I’ve come to the realization that I am not as emotionally prepared for this conversation as I thought I was😣

#“The shake in his voice and the look in his eyes broke your heart,” I actually can’t do this😭 let’s talk about it🥂(imagine this is a podcast and were covered in tissues in our cute lil chairs🥹): off riff the vibes you have set for this scene are phenomenal🙉 (I hate my scatter brain lmaooo😭 bear with me) it’s very authentic with how quickly pain can throw itself into any situation; we were having a sweet moment and although you don’t say it, you can tell that the reader realized that there was a possibility where this reconnection would not have happened, either because Will kept up with his facade or something tragic happened on his tour. Another thing that makes this authentic is Will’s vulnerability. You can feel the turmoil that his nightmare put him through and the agony that he feels knowing that he hurt us. We can all agree that Will is a traditional man, and because of that he would also have a hard time with being seen emotionally and the way you handle that with describing how small and shakey his voice sounds, the extra pauses, the brokenness in his eyes is so perfect🥹 omg not to mention that we’re also naked so he’s feeling extra exposed, but in the “you’re seeing all of me” way. “Of course I trust you.” All of this shows exactly how much he trusts us🥹

#“You’re my everything,” crying🥺😭💖💖💖

#“Shh, not yet, baby. Just let me feel you.”the way I would’ve sobbed some more and pulled him into the tightest hug😭

#You sure know how to make a love making scene feel so real😩🌸

#“Will laid on your chest” if there’s one thing I would actually give up my kidney for it would be to get the chance to just hold him

#“the veins that ran through his skin like rivers” yall already know😍

#“the sweat on the back of his neck feeling like drips of ice.” Again 🙉

#LAUR WHAT ARE YOU DOING WASTING YOUR TALENTS ON TUMBLR????? THATS FILM WRITER/BOOK AUTHOR WORTHY🙉🙉🙉🙉🙉🙉🙉🙉🙉🙉🙉 cant believe I just read another glorious nightmare scene from you for free😲 the details, the imagery, the vibes, the sheer panic in Will’s movements, the added gore factor with this line “Two silver tags were dangling from your neck, the chain wrapped so tightly around your throat that it was embedded in your flesh, your skin marked with bruises and cuts from it cutting off your air flow” how do you do it everytime???

#“feeling his cock hardening against you through his boxers.” This man is always hard😂

#“I need you, baby,” love me a needy man🤧

#“I'm right here, Will,” the double meanings😩

#“You were completely alive, breathing and writhing with life in his arms, your blood flowing in every part he touched, his hands awakening every fiber in you.”😮

#“There was no questioning the falsity of his dream now, your euphoria solidifying your vitality, your body full of life as it shuddered with vigor because of him, the devastation of being the reason you wouldn’t breathe again leaving him with each second he was encased in you.” Jail time affectionately 🙉

#“aware that Benny could’ve walked in at any point.” I really thought Benny was about to catch us😭

#“but he knew he could face anything as long as he was with you.” Awwww🥹

#“Only to make Will shake his head as he reached his hand over the console and took yours.” Laurie please let this go smooth sailing 😭

#“Not without a kiss,” your wish is my command big boy😍😩

#“Will was thankful for his pleasant enough experience,” thank god😭 my heart can only handle so much🥹

#“what looked like a too-friendly of a conversation with a man he had never seen before.” Gimme all the possessiveness 🥵🥵🥵🥵

#“You seemed somewhat nervous or uncomfortable, touching your hair a little more than normal,” never mind Will come save me😣

#UH UH WHYD IT HAVE TO BE CAM😭 MY POOKIE BEAR🤧

#“still unable to believe how stupid he was for having let you go” you were pretty stupid

#“I love you. I only want you, and that was the same even when you weren’t with me.” My hearttttt🥹🥺

#“I don’t think I’ll ever deserve you, sweetheart,” he began. “But I will spend every second trying to.” YES THANK YOU THIS MINDSET IS EVERYTHING 🥹

You’d think I’d know what to say after doing this for a while but y’all always leave me so speechless in the end😂🥹🌸 the way you’re able to write all variations of scenarios never fails to amaze me!! With every part we get to see your creativity flourish and the growth you show within your writing🥹💖 if I were to ever have to choose a favorite part this one would definitely be up there with how you touch on romance, comedy, a bit of gruesomeness, vulnerability, a play on fears and etc🙉 I know I say this all the time, just means it’s true, but you outdid yourself again with this one Laurie🥹💖🌸💗

Breathe

Part 8

Pairing: Will 'Ironhead' Miller x female reader

Words: 6.2k

Warnings: Rated E, 18+. Swearing. Cockwarming. Unprotected intercourse. Nightmare involving death by asphyxiation. Panic attack. Oral sex (female receiving).

Summary: You and Will finally discuss how to navigate your relationship, and after establishing a comfortable rhythm again, something causes a disruption to test you once more.

A/N: I am over the moon and completely floored at the response to this series and am so thankful to each and every one of you who continues to read it and be excited for it! A big thank you to all my readers as well as @spaghettificationandpretzels for cheering me through this last chapter 💗

photo by @avatarskingdom and edited by me.

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Will opened his eyes with a smile, feeling relaxed and content, the tension in his neck and shoulders that had been constant since before he left on the op finally gone.

You were still sleeping soundly, tucked up beside him where the curves of your back meshed into his front like you were made to fit him, his arm comfortably draped over your waist.

The sheets barely covered both of your bodies, and the feel of the fan blowing against his bare skin had Will feeling like he never wanted to move, but it seemed someone else thought differently.

The loud bang of cabinet doors and the clink of dishes in the sink pulled another smile across Will’s lips, hearing Benny’s not-so-subtle announcement that he was home, and Will carefully lifted his arm off of you to check the time on his watch, seeing it was well into the morning already and that having a visit with his brother was more than overdue.

You only stirred slightly when Will lifted himself off the bed, adjusting a little as your body subconsciously searched for his, and as he pulled on his boxers he allowed himself to admire you, never able to get over how stunning you were even in your sleep, how divine you looked naked in his bed.

He closed the door quietly behind him, but with all the racket Benny was creating he wasn’t sure why he even bothered, and made his way to the kitchen, shaking his head.

Benny looked at him with a big grin on his face as he entered the room, setting the pan back in the drawer that he had just taken out.

“Oh, I’m sorry, did I wake you?” he said through a laugh.

Will couldn’t help but laugh too, his grin stretching so wide it hurt his cheeks as he stepped toward his brother.

“You’re not fucking sorry.”

“You’re right, I’m not,” Benny admitted, wrapping his arms around Will’s back.

Will returned his embrace, both of them hitting each other firmly on the shoulder a couple of times.

“It’s good to see you, bro,” Will said, realizing he had missed his little brother more than he thought.

“Yeah, you too.”

Will studied Benny as they pulled away from each other, assessing his brother to make sure he wasn't missing if anything was wrong with him, meanwhile fully aware of the fact that he was the one who needed an eye kept on him.

Obviously sensing Will’s feelings, Benny lifted his chin and asked in a serious tone, “How’re you doing, man?”

“I'm good…yeah. I'm good.”

“Yeah?”

Will nodded in confirmation. “Yeah.”

“Are you gonna tell me what happened?” Benny grinned, his question pertaining to you, having seen your car parked in the driveway.

Will shrugged and looked away, unable to help the smile appearing on his face.

“She showed up,” he breathed, the relief he still felt over it showing.

Benny raised his hands to prompt Will for more. “And she's still here so…”

Will nodded again, crossing his arms over his bare chest.

“So what does this mean?”

“I don't know.” Will puffed the air out of his lungs, that bit of alleviation he had just felt tainted by doubt, the realization that you still hadn’t discussed anything making him worry.

Benny covered his face with his hands, groaning loudly.

“Oh my god, you two!” He let his hands fall, looking at Will exasperatedly. “You really just got right down to business, huh?”

Will huffed out a laugh, unable to defend himself. “Yeah.”

“Well stop fucking talking to me, go and figure this shit out!” Benny shouted, shoving Will on the shoulder to turn him around and point him back in the direction of his room.

“I know! Okay!” Will chuckled as he started to move. “Will you be around today?”

“I’m gonna give you two some space and go to the gym, but I’ll be home later.”

“Okay. How did your fight go?” he asked, realizing he hadn’t yet.

Benny smirked, his head held proudly. “Beat him with a 10-8.”

“Atta boy,” Will winked, clapping his shoulder.

“See you later, bro. Glad you’re home.”

“Thanks, Ben. See ya.”

Will walked the rest of the way to his room, carefully opening the door to find you still asleep, and his heart swelled.

He took his boxers off and slipped into bed, gathering you in his arms like you had been before, your sleepy moans making him smile.

His nose nuzzled into your neck, the warm scent of your skin the best thing to ever exist, and he pressed a kiss to the spot between your neck and shoulder, moving his mouth all across and back again, not able to resist.

A lazy hum sounded from you, your body moving against his as you began to wake, your bum rubbing against his groin in a way that made him moan and grind on you.

You rolled over to face him, a soft smile dressing your perfect lips, your eyes hazy with both sleep and adoration as you greeted him.

“Good morning.”

“Good morning, sweetheart,” Will breathed, the weight of almost never experiencing this again hitting him hard.

You traced the line that flanked his mouth with your finger, ghosting it over his upper lip and then down to his bottom one, the fullness of them mesmerizing. Leaning toward him, you kissed him, softly and slowly, like you couldn’t kiss him enough to make up for the time that was lost.

A flood of emotions surged through you, feeling tears sting your eyes, your throat restricting and forcing you to pull away.

You could see the concern in his eyes, and you did your best to meet them but couldn’t, your blurred gaze falling to his chest instead.

“You hurt me.”

A breath shuddered out of him as he reached up and smoothed the side of your head, desperately again and again, his forehead leaning against yours as he fought off tears of his own.

“I know. I’m so sorry.”

He continued to hold your face, his fingers clawing your hair as you both focused on breathing, his nose nudging yours as he shook his head slightly.

“I don’t know what I can do to make it up to you,” he whispered, his voice full of remorse.

“Just be here,” you muttered, taking his hand and holding it in yours, squeezing it. “I can’t go through that again, Will. You need to let me be here for you.”

He nodded, his words small when he spoke. “I know.”

You inhaled deeply, continuing to try to muster your courage to keep speaking.

“I get why…Benny told me about the nightmare – I just wish you felt you could’ve trusted me to understand. I know that I’ll never be able to fathom the things you’ve been through but I can try, Will.”

“I was so stupid,” he muttered. “Of course I trust you. I wasn’t thinking…I didn't want to hurt you, but I didn’t know what else to do. I was scared…”

The shake in his voice and the look in his eyes broke your heart, seeing him so dejected and full of shame, making your tears come out faster.

“It’s okay,” you cried, angling your face toward his more, your lips brushing.

“That nightmare was so real. I couldn't handle the thought of actually hurting you and I'm still convinced I could. You know what I did to that guy in Publix…” he explained, thinking of all the other heinous things he’d done to other human beings.

“That's not going to happen, Will. I don't believe you could ever hurt me.”

“But I did hurt you–” he choked, his eyes so full of pain.

“Will…It's okay. We're okay. I forgive you.”

You kept repeating it, hoping he would believe it, your lips moving to kiss each other tenderly.

Will separated his mouth from yours after a minute, but remained close, his eyes searching over your features as his hand broke the connection with yours, moving it up to cup your cheek and smooth his thumb over it.

“I love you,” he confessed, a surety finally held in his words.

“I love you too, Will,” you returned, a sob following, and he kissed the streaks of tears from your cheeks, eventually moving to your lips.

It wasn’t long before he was covering you with his body, kissing you breathlessly while settling between your legs, his rigid cock nudging your core.

He pushed inside you, stretching you out until you were full of him, his mouth moving off of yours to allow you to take a gasping breath, his nose nuzzling your cheek as the rest of him remained still.

“You’re my everything,” he whispered, resting his forehead on yours as you breathed together, relishing in him being inside you unmoving.

He flexed his cock, and you moaned quietly at the sensation, responding by squeezing your walls around him, your mouths beginning to tease each other again.

“I thought I’d lost you, Will.”

He shook his head, his brows knitted together. “I'm here, sweetheart.”

Will shifted to wrap his arms underneath your body, fully laying on you and holding you as close to him as he could, his cock moving within you as he adjusted making you gasp.

He stilled again, his eyes flickering up from your chest to your lips and then to your own loving gaze, breathing out before crashing his lips against yours.

You tried moving your hips, needing to feel him move inside you, only to have him press himself down harder on you to stop you.

“Shh, not yet, baby. Just let me feel you.”

He stole your air as he kissed you again, hard and claiming, his body heavy and secure on yours, nothing moving on each other but your lips as his tongue filled your mouth.

You felt his cock pulse against your walls, making you even more desperate for him, your fervor increasing wildly as you clenched around him in a tight grip.

He growled against your lips, still trying to hold off, but the feel of your hands beginning to run up and down his back, clawing and tearing at his flesh had him fighting off the urge to take you hard and fast.

As slowly as he could, Will dragged himself out of you, all but his leaking tip, and plunged back in as deep as possible, feeling your soaked hole encase him and your walls flutter around him, swallowing your whines as you writhed beneath him.

He repeated the movement, all the way out and back in again, his mouth leaving yours to travel down your neck, sucking and kissing your sensitive skin as the sound of your intoxicating moans filled the air.

His thrusts were slow but forceful, moving the bed with each blow, the build-up to this bringing you close to your climax quickly.

“I love you,” he uttered against your skin, his lips smearing across your chest as he continued to drive into you hard and purposefully.

“I-I love you too!” you wailed, on the verge of more tears as your body tipped on the edge of bliss, the claim of his love spurring your pleasure even more.

Hearing you return it seemed to encourage him too, his movements growing more powerful, his grunts like music to your ears, and feeling you were close to coming apart, he kissed you again, commanding and needy as you both sought your end.

He held you in the tightest grip as your body tensed and spasmed, bucking into you deeply as he filled you with his hot seed, continuing to move his hips until his cum was leaking out of you.

Your hands ran through his hair, both of you breathless when you halted your kissing, Will’s eyes full of emotion as he looked at you.

“I mean it, sweetheart,” he stressed. “I love you so damn much. I’m so sorry I did that to you.”

He turned his face and kissed the palm of your hand as you cupped his cheek, feeling the softness of his beard against it as you nodded in agreement.

“I know, Will. I know. I love you too.”

He smiled despite tears appearing in his eyes, leaning down to kiss you again, his breath shaking into you.

You stayed as you were for as long as you could, taking each other in as if all the ways you had memorized each other wasn’t enough to satisfy the time you were apart.

Will laid on your chest, his face turned to the side to give you a view of the way his golden eyelashes touched his cheeks, how the hair around his mouth was bleached lighter than the rest, feeling his heart beating against your stomach.

His long fingers ran patterns up and down your waist, following the curve of your hip, the veins that ran through his skin like rivers prominent on his forearms even through his tattoos.

“Where do we go from here?” you wondered out loud, playing with his hair idly, questioning whether it would be better or not to drop right back in where you were before, if it was even possible.

Will sighed, and you watched his eyebrows rise on his forehead. He didn't speak right away, the way he was carefully configuring his answer clear on his features, and after a minute, he sighed again and turned his head, pressing a kiss on your stomach.

“I don't know,” he said, honestly. “I think it might be wise not to rush things…” He paused, shaking his head slightly as he blew air out of his mouth again. “But we said that before and didn't manage that very well.”

He turned his head to look at you and chuckled while you smiled, nodding in agreement.

“I understand if you're hesitant or don't trust me,” he continued, his tone changing to be more serious. “And I can't blame you for that. I know how badly I messed up.”

He propped himself up and shifted, moving up to collect you in his arms and lay beside you on the pillows, switching positions so you rested your head on his chest instead, your lips grazing over the warm skin on his thick pecs.

The truth was that there was no way you could hesitate on loving him, your heart set on belonging to him no matter what you faced, and despite what had happened, you knew you would trust Will with keeping it safe and not breaking it again.

You tilted your head to meet his gaze, your finger reaching up to trace the line beside his mouth, knowing that even if you agreed to take things slow, there was no such thing when it came to your love.

Summarizing it all in the best way you knew how, you smiled and brought your face close to his, your lips brushing his when you spoke.

“All-in. I’m all-in, Will.”

He smiled and you saw his eyes glistening before he rubbed his nose against yours, his hand coming up to hold your face to keep you close to him.

“All-in, sweetheart.”

“Will! WILL!”

His name cut through the dense air in your piercing voice, making a shiver run down his spine, the sweat on the back of his neck feeling like drips of ice.

He looked right and left, everything black, and all he could do was listen, being as still as possible to try to figure out which direction your screams were coming from despite wanting to run as fast as he could to get to you, but all he could hear now was his cold blood pounding in his ears.

“Will!”

Again, only further away this time, and he whipped around only to continue facing complete darkness, his panic rising with each second that passed.

He started sprinting, hearing you begging for your life, your cries and struggle becoming clearer and closer as he moved.

His body hit a wall, his hands frantically searching it for something other than the smooth, hard surface, unable to find its end in his sightless hunt. Reaching a door, he turned the handle only to find it locked, immediately starting to slam his body against it to try to force it open.

Your screams increased, just on the other side, your desperation growing in knowing he was right there, but the door wouldn’t budge.

Will kicked and rammed his shoulder into it over and over, his breathing ragged and laboured as he tried to work through his panic, and finally, it gave in.

He stumbled through, his eyes frantically searching for where you should be, only to find the space where he had so vividly heard your screams completely empty.

“Will! Please!” you wailed, the sound distant again and making his stomach lurch that he couldn’t get to you.

Room after room appeared, all of them empty even though he swore he could hear you in each one, and he began yelling back for you, trying to keep you talking so he was able to follow your pained voice.

“No! No, please!” he heard you beg, your voice full of terror and quieter than it had been before, and then it was silent.

Will continued to search every room, and after opening the doors of about twenty more, he finally found you laying in the center of the room.

You were facing the other way, unmoving, your form limp on the cold, concrete floor.

His heart was in his throat, and he could barely capture a breath, stepping toward you hesitantly in fear of what he was about to discover.

His knees struck the ground and he reached for you, pulling on your shoulder to turn you over, the cold of your skin telling him exactly what he already knew.

A sob escaped his mouth before his cries filled the air, tears blurring the sight of your lifeless face, the colour of your lips darkened by death.

He pawed at you, trying to shake you awake, his mouth instinctively covering yours to try to give you his air even though he knew it was pointless.

Something cold fell against his hand and he stopped his efforts to revive you, bile rising in his throat when his eyes focused enough to see what it was.

Two silver tags were dangling from your neck, the chain wrapped so tightly around your throat that it was embedded in your flesh, your skin marked with bruises and cuts from it cutting off your air flow, the information listed in the embossed writing all things Will knew by heart.

MILLER

WILLIAM J.

196-37-5436

O POS

NONE

Will screamed himself awake, flying up in bed gasping for air, his cheeks wet with tears and his heart furiously pounding in his chest so hard he clapped his hand over it in fear it would stop or jump out.

His panic continued, realizing you weren’t in bed with him, his body shaking as he tore the twisted sheets off his legs and stood.

With the nightmare so fresh in his head, every door he passed had him feeling sick, but he pressed on, moving toward the kitchen in the dark as quickly as he could.

His feet nearly slipped on the hardwood floor from his sweat, his breathing not slowing, and a relieved gasp shuddered out of him when he stepped into the kitchen and saw you standing at the counter pouring yourself a glass of water.

The small light above the stove illuminated your half-clothed body, his t-shirt covering just enough to keep you modest, and you turned around the moment you heard him come in.

“Hey, I–,” you started, your face falling in seeing the state he was in. “Will, what happened?”

You basically threw your glass in the sink and stepped toward him, holding either side of his face where you searched his wild eyes, his breathing short and gulping in his distress.

“Will, listen to me, breathe…” you stressed, trying your best to keep calm, forcing your own breaths slowly out of your mouth to get him to follow suit.

He nodded in your hands, his eyes closing as he worked to focus, the skin around them crinkling in his efforts that almost seemed to cause him pain.

You counted slowly, your voice calm and even, feeling your heart break the longer it went on and he had only settled slightly.

“Will, look at me, I’m here,” you reminded him, exhaling again as his eyes flashed open and locked with yours, his head shaking back and forth as he swallowed hard and his broken voice echoed in the kitchen.

“It happened again–”

You gathered him in your arms, thankful when he did the same, his grip on you so tight you wondered if your ribs would crack but didn’t care, soothingly running your fingers up and down his wet back as he gripped at you like he needed to prove you were there.

“It’s okay. It’s not real.”

You repeated it over and over until he eventually relaxed against you, his mouth smearing across your neck before peppering kisses onto it, his hands still groping and pawing at your form.

He sighed out deeply as he peeled away from you, his hands running up your waist where they pulled your shirt up with them, his eyes switching to have a desperation in them that differed from before.

Will clasped your face and angled it toward him, leaning down to capture your lips in a tender kiss, able to feel the tremble in his fingers from his lingering panic.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” he breathed.

You returned his kiss. Once, then twice.

“Are you okay?”

He leaned his forehead on yours, sighing out slowly again.

“Yeah,” he nodded. “I’m okay. You’re okay…” he said, reassuring himself.

He kissed you again, deeper this time, drawing in a long inhale as he did.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you,” he whispered when he parted the seal of your lips briefly, taking another breath before crashing against them again.

You moaned into his mouth, your legs feeling weak to his advances, feeling his cock hardening against you through his boxers.

His tongue explored your mouth, his fervor increasing quickly thanks to the adrenaline coursing through him, his hands slipping under your shirt to stroke your naked sex.

“Will…” you breathed, inhaling sharply as he slid his fingers between your folds and fingered you.

He kissed down your neck and then up to your ear, his breath making your shiver, and as he hooked his fingers inside you to massage your g-spot, he grabbed your earlobe with his teeth and tugged on it, a low growl making you melt.

“Turn around, sweetheart,” he growled, not giving you the chance to comply as he guided you to face the counter before you could even move.

You planted your hands on the ledge, gripping it tightly while spreading your legs apart and hinging slightly at your hips, granting him access to where you both needed him to be.

You heard him tear down his boxers, and you gasped when you felt his cock land between your legs, nudging at your center where he dragged it back and forth, his lips landing on your neck while his hands grabbed at the hem of your shirt to lift it over your ass.

“I need you, baby,” he groaned, kissing your neck until you were squirming.

You tilted your head to expose more of you, sighing out as you relished in the feel of his lips on the space between your shoulder and nape.

“I'm right here, Will,” you assured, permitting him to do what he wanted with you while reminding him that whatever happened in his tortured mind was false.

His hand splayed out over your stomach, holding you against him as he pushed inside you, and you let your head fall back onto his shoulder as he began sliding in and out of you, his pace determined and steady.

You reached your arm up behind you, your fingers finding his hair, raking through it while he continued to kiss and suck on your neck as he fucked you, his hand that was on your belly falling to your clit where he rubbed it purposefully.

“Fuck, Will…” you moaned, your breathing growing ragged with each second that passed with him rutting into you.

His hand that wasn’t between your legs explored you everywhere else, pulling at your nipples through the worn cotton of his t-shirt, the soft plush of your breasts being squeezed in his large palm, grabbing at you desperately and thoroughly.

“Come for me, sweetheart,” he growled beside your ear, his thrusts increasing. “I need to feel you cream on my cock.”

His demand and the sensation of his mouth continuing to attack your neck sent you over the edge, his dick slamming against your g-spot and his fingers toying your swollen clit making you do exactly as you were told, feeling your release soak his fat cock.

Will didn’t falter, keeping his tempo with his hand planted firmly on your cunt, the only change being his breathing turning ragged and his grunting sounding louder in your ear.

“Again,” he ordered, “I want to keep feeling you.”

The tone of his voice made you gasp, your arousal pushed beyond any limits, knowing he couldn’t get enough of feeling you fluttering and squeezing and creaming around him keeping that heat billowing at the base of your spine.

You rocked to his movements, meeting him in his thrusts, equally as eager to feel him fill you up and throb inside you at the same time you lost all control again.

You tore at his forearms, clawing him frantically as you leaned back against him, relying on him to keep you upright instead of bracing yourself on the counter.

“That’s it,” he purred in your ear. “I’m right there, too. I need you to come with me.”

“Fuck!” you wailed, your pleasure spiking as his one hand squeezed your breast, plucking and pinching your hard nipple between his fingers.

“You feel so fucking good, sweetheart,” he groaned. “I love you so much.”

Will held you tighter, keeping you as close to him as possible as he slammed into you, his lips landing on your neck where he could feel your pulse hammering against them.

You were completely alive, breathing and writhing with life in his arms, your blood flowing in every part he touched, his hands awakening every fiber in you.

There was no questioning the falsity of his dream now, your euphoria solidifying your vitality, your body full of life as it shuddered with vigor because of him, the devastation of being the reason you wouldn’t breathe again leaving him with each second he was encased in you.

His hips stuttered as he emptied himself deep inside you, coating your walls that pulsed around him, his eyes falling closed as he began to slow his movements and relished in feeling your hand reaching up to card through his hair.

You hummed softly, the sound vibrating on his lips that he kept pressed on your neck, breathing you in as he listened to your heart thrumming strong and steadily, your body relaxing against his as you both came down to a place of calm.

When he slipped out of you, you spun around, looking up at him sweetly with the most warmth and care in your eyes.

“I love you too, Will,” you whispered, your hands laying flat on his bare chest where you smoothed them upward, holding his scruffy face in your hands. “More than anything.”

He huffed a small laugh, one corner of his mouth lifting as he gave a coy smile, making you love him even more than you thought possible.

“Are you ready to go back to bed?” you asked, wondering if his terror from his nightmare had dissipated or if the thought of closing his eyes again filled him with dread.

He hummed, looking down at the floor before back at you. “I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep,” he admitted.

“That’s okay. I’m happy to stay awake with you.” You leaned in and kissed his lips softly, pulling away only slightly, dropping your voice to a murmur. “Whatever you need from me, Will, I’m here.”

Your words held so much more than just one meaning, making the ache and residual panic in his heart settle even more, and he found he couldn’t stop staring at the vibrance of your eyes, the spirit in them helping bring him a sense of ease.

“I just need you,” he spoke, his voice quiet but rough with a mix of lust and strain from his anxiety.

Will didn’t exactly want to return to his bed, preferring to stay in the kitchen or go lay with you on the couch, but knew you had already risked enough by having sex where you did, aware that Benny could’ve walked in at any point.

Accepting it was the only option, Will sighed and held your hand, taking you with him to his room, happy with the fact that no matter where he was, being with you was where he felt safe and at home.

You went to crawl back into bed when you got inside and shut the door, but Will stopped you, tugging your hand that was still entwined with his, pulling you into him.

You smiled against his lips, your foreheads touching, and Will breathed, closing his eyes as he let his hands roam your body.

“Hang on, sweetheart,” he whispered, his hands grabbing the hem of your shirt to pull it over your head.

His face dove to your neck, kissing a trail over your collarbone and down to your chest, his hands grabbing at your warm, supple flesh, every touch another reminder that you were very much alive.

He moved lower, sinking to his knees as he went, his mouth sucking and smearing wet kisses over your stomach and now your thighs.

Your hands wove through his hair, your breathy moans sounding above him as you anticipated the next part of you he would touch, giving him more evidence that he needed to forget the things his mind had tried to trick him into believing.

As Will met your cunt with his lips, slowly and tantalizingly licking through your folds, he vowed to spend every moment awake loving you, your body his refuge and temple to worship, your heart beating with a furious love just the same as his.

It was fairly quiet considering it was Sunday, and for that, Will was thankful.

You had already navigated the grocery store together, something he had come to appreciate more than you would ever understand, and were now making a quick stop at the hardware store.

Running errands with you put him at ease, the seemingly simple and mundane task typically a feat for him to tackle, but he knew he could face anything as long as he was with you.

“Oh, we should pop in the bakery after,” you suggested, looking out the window somewhat excitedly as Will parked in front of the hardware store beside it.

“You can run in now if you want.”

You turned your head to look at him questioningly, your eyes searching him to verify the confidence in his recommendation, clearly worried and always fully aware that he didn’t like going into stores solo.

“It’s okay, I can just go in with you and we can go together after,” you tried, only to make Will shake his head as he reached his hand over the console and took yours.

“I’m fine, I’m only grabbing light bulbs and some oil for the lawn mower, I promise I won’t hurt anyone.”

You smiled only when his own grin stretched out on his face, a look of understanding and surety appearing on your features.

“Okay, sounds good.”

You went to reach for the door handle, only to be stopped by him tugging the hand he wouldn’t let go of toward him, turning back to face him where he leaned over the center that separated the two seats.

“Not without a kiss,” he purred, looking at your lips through his long eyelashes that gleamed in the sunlight.

You smiled and met your lips with his, lingering a moment before you could get too carried away.

“See you soon, sweetheart.”

Will was thankful for his pleasant enough experience, quickly finding what he needed and reaching the cash register to check out without any interactions with anyone other than the older gentleman who owned the store and rang him through, walking out of the door that chimed as he left while tucking his wallet back in the back pocket of his jeans.

He looked up as he took a couple steps, only to stop dead in his tracks, seeing you standing outside the bakery having what looked like a too-friendly of a conversation with a man he had never seen before.

He did his best to assess the situation, trying to read the body language of both you and him, and the longer he took in the scene, the angrier he grew.

You seemed somewhat nervous or uncomfortable, touching your hair a little more than normal, taking a subtle step back as the man leaned in closer.

Your polite giggle filled the air, and the man beamed whenever you did, his eyes unashamedly flickering all over your body and constantly on your chest, making the rage inside Will bubble to the surface.

“I’d still really like to take you out for that dinner,” he heard the man say, and before Will could hesitate any longer, he was closing the distance between you.

The man smirked and tilted his head slightly, eyeing Will up and down when he approached and immediately landed his hand on the small of your back, glancing lower to watch you place your hand on Will’s stomach that rose and fell with deep breaths.

“Sorry…uh, I’m Cam,” he introduced, shooting Will a confused look as he extended his hand.

Will didn’t accept it, instead continuing to stare him down, his voice tense when he spoke.

“Did you get what you needed, sweetheart?” he asked you, still holding eye contact with the stranger he was imagining landing a right hook to his square jaw.

“Yeah, I did, I’m ready to go,” you said sweetly, a nervous shake noticeable in your voice.

Will could feel the tension coursing through you, your muscles rigid as you walked to the truck with his hand still on your back, looking at the ground until you reached the passenger door that he opened for you.

He closed it once you hopped in, glancing over at the man who was staring in your direction, Will remaining fixed in place until this ‘Cam’ finally surrendered and turned to walk away.

Will sighed as he walked around the front of the truck, getting in and closing the door, but not slamming it like he wanted to.

“Will I–” you began, stammering to explain.

“It’s fine,” he cut off, his tone sharp. “I broke up with you.”

He was more mad at himself than anything else, still unable to believe how stupid he was for having let you go, a flood of emotions running through his veins.

He breathed out slowly, nodding and closing his eyes when he felt the soft comfort of your hand cover his.

“How could I have expected it not to happen? Look at you, you're the most gorgeous woman in the world and I let you go.”

“Nothing happened,” you stated, the surety in your voice making Will turn to look at you. “I was out with Nicole and Grace and he came over to our table. He asked for my number and if I was interested in going for dinner with him. I wasn’t even thinking, I was numb…” you paused, the remembrance of your hurt plastered on your face. “I said yes but never followed through. I was in line at the bakery and he was there behind me and said hello.”

Will nodded, relieved at your words, but still found it difficult to come up with his own.

He swallowed hard and looked straight ahead out the windshield at the people passing by on the sidewalk, remembering all too well how it felt to know his ex was cheating on him every time he deployed, yet never once did he feel as possessive and threatened as he did now.

“You have nothing to worry about, Will,” you assured, squeezing his hand three times, giving a soft smile when he finally looked over at you. “I love you. I only want you, and that was the same even when you weren’t with me.”

Will leaned over and kissed you, hard and claiming, his hand holding the side of your face in a grip that told you just as much as his kiss did.

There was a mix of things in his wild, cerulean eyes when he pulled away from you, making your heart hammer even faster in your chest.

“I don’t think I’ll ever deserve you, sweetheart,” he began. “But I will spend every second trying to.”

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[incorrectbatfam]

Hi. I love your work it's super hilarious and always makes me smile no matter the bad I had. I know you mostly only do bat family only. But I really love the BuzzFeed unsolved segment you did with Batman villains. Would it be alright to ask if you could do more of that?

Again love your blog. It's so refreshing.

"Hello and welcome to another season of Buzzfeed Unsolved. Today we'll be covering the enigmatic case of the Riddler."

"I see what you did there, Ryan."

"Thanks, I appreciate it."

"Yeah, I love a good wordplay."

"It's a double wordplay, actually, since his true identity—as we'll dive into—is Ed Nygma."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"That's a stupid name."

*wheeze*

~

Shane: "I'd love to sit down for a dinner with Poison Ivy."

Ryan: "Except she could strangle you with her plants."

"She seems like a decent lady."

"She's an eco-terrorist!"

"But she's got a good point."

~

"—and that's when Roman Sionis became the notorious crime boss Black Mask."

"Wait, so he fused a mask to his face?"

"Pretty much. Kinda gross when you think about it."

"I can imagine. Like, you know when you were a kid and you'd cover your head in saran wrap and try to melt it on with a hair dryer?"

"No?"

"You didn't try to encase your head in plastic when you were a kid? That was a whole thing at my school."

"The fuck kind of school did you go to?"

"You didn't do that?"

"Why the hell would I do that?!"

~

"Harleen, known for her genius-level IQ, got her PhD in psychiatry at Gotham State University."

"But Gotham's not a state."

*wheeze* "I mean, it's so cut-off it might as well be."

"Also, if my math's right, that means she went to school with Bruce Wayne."

"What are you implying?"

"You know how college is."

"So you think Bruce Wayne and Harley Quinn were—"

"Smashing pumpkins?"

"... Sure. Let's go with that."

~

Shane: "If I was Mr. Freeze, I'd give up evil and just drive an ice cream truck."

Ryan: "No offense, but you'd be the stranger danger that parents tell their kids about."

"You don't want my ice cream? My evil Arctic laser ray sundaes?"

"Actually when you put it like that it sounds pretty good."

~

"Here we are in the Joker's abandoned theme park. I'm gonna turn on my spirit box and see if we can pick something up."

"I thought he was alive."

"Depends on your canon."

~

Shane: "Fuck, marry, kill: Two-Face, Mad Hatter, Man-Bat."

Ryan: "Kill Man-Bat and uh... fuck Two-Face and marry the Hatter."

"Interesting. Care to explain?"

"Well, Man-Bat's, like, an animal, right? Or at least part animal. And I'm not into the furry stuff anymore, so—"

"Anymore?"

"It was an experimental phase."

"Sure. A 'phase'."

"It was!"

"Don't worry Ryan, your secret's safe with me." *winks*

"I'm not—" *takes a deep breath* "Anyway, so kill Man-Bat. Then I'd have a one-night with Two-Face 'cause I think his two halves can get creative, you know?"

"Why're you asking me if I know? Do I look like I know him?"

"Honestly I wouldn't be surprised at this point."

"And then I'd marry the Hatter 'cause Batman's gonna send him back to Arkham in like a week anyway so I'll be free."

~

"Welcome back to Buzzfeed Unsolved: Postmortem, a show where we answer your most pressing questions about the latest episode of Buzzfeed Unsolved, which was Red Hood. All the questions we have today are from our Instagram, Facebook, Twitter, and directly on the video on BUN."

"Our first question comes from user@jasontoddsnotdead on Twitter: Is it possible that Red Hood was actually a former protogé of Batman who felt he was let down because Batman won't do what's needed?"

*Shane and Ryan glance at each other*

Both, in unison: "Nah."

~

Ryan: "Our next fan art comes from @robin4 on Instagram. It's basically the Ghoul Boys as a vigilante duo."

Shane: "Would you ever become a vigilante, 'cause I wouldn't."

"Sure. Just not in Gotham."

~

"The Hotdaga's coming to Gotham City, and this time, they're facing off against the evil Condiment King."

"That's not a real villain."

"It is."

"I don't believe you. It's too over-the-top even for Gotham."

"Well, you better believe it, 'cause we even got a special performance from Catwoman herself."

"Why did I agree to this show?"

[hacawijo]

SPOILERS FOR HOUSE OF DRAGONS

Before everyone jumps on the “wow Alicent Hightower is a huge bitch” train, let’s get some critical analysis in here.

Alicent isn’t mad that Rhaenyra lost her virtue, and in a sense, she’s not even just mad that Rhaenyra lied about this one thing. That’s what she’ll spend the rest of her life trying to convince herself, but it’s not the real truth.

Here is Alicent’s story: she has a good family (in terms of Westeros) and is a noble, but she also has no say in her own life and is basically the social lesser of everyone around her. The best thing in her life, without a doubt, is her friendship with Rhaenyra, and I think she never imagined they would lose that bond because of something the men around them did, especially when it seemed that she and Rhaenyra were both so cognizant of the machinations taking place around them. (Classic, kids knowing more than the adults think but still underestimating the power of those things)

Note: you could potentially make the case that Alicent feels romantic love toward Rhaenyra, but there’s no clear evidence to confirm or refute it, so for the purposes of the post I’ll be referring to it as a friendship. I personally hope it’s not romantic love, because I think there’s something uniquely heartbreaking about losing your childhood best friend.

Cut to: Tragedy befalls the world, and Otto Hightower decides to take advantage of a vacuum by angling his daughter in front of the king. Alicent knows what he’s doing, immediately, and it seems pretty clear that she’s not a big fan of the idea, but she does it because she has never lived in a world where it’s possible for her to disobey her father.

Here is the only real mistake Alicent makes: she doesn’t tell Rhaenyra that her father is sending her to the king’s chambers. Alicent is the only person in whom Rhaenyra can safely confide- she trusts her with her feelings about her father and the succession and the death of her mother. Alicent is her safe place. Alicent probably knows how upset Rhaenyra will be and doesn’t want to deal with that pain and conflict in a situation where she doesn’t really have a choice anyway. It’s not the smartest move but she’s like sixteen and I think she is holding out hope that their friendship will ultimately survive any obstacle.

Unfortunately for Alicent, she doesn’t tell Rhaenyra what her father is making her do, and Rhaenyra finds out what is basically the worst emotional betrayal she could imagine at the worst possible time. In that moment, that friendship was dead to Rhaenyra. She is absolutely a “one strike you’re out” person. I think Alicent knows this in her heart of hearts, but she also believes that she could be an exception because she herself loves Rhaenyra basically unconditionally.

She would probably forgive Rhaenyra were their positions reversed, but that’s also partially because she doesn’t have the same kind of relationship with her own father, and because she has never really entertained the idea that she can have the life she wants, unlike Rhaenyra, for whom freedom (everything she’s ever wanted) appears to be dangling right overhead. Rhaenyra could basically never represent a real threat to Alicent’s life trajectory, whereas Alicent has now, in a sense, become what Rhaenyra believes is her biggest obstacle to the throne. She had started to make peace with (or at least resigned herself to) the fact that her father had to marry, but she was NOT prepared for Alicent to be the woman he chose.

Rhaenyra is of course apoplectic and ices Alicent out, but I think Alicent, through all of that, has constant hope that they’ll be able to repair their friendship AND that she’ll even get to have more freedom then she ever thought possible as queen. They’ll be best friends and as close to equals as they can get.

A while later, Alicent’s lived a few years as queen and she knows that it basically sucks. She has no friends and she has to keep having sex with a scabby, grumpy, dying old man. Rhaenyra, for her part, isn’t angry anymore, but she also now only views Alicent the way she views everyone else at court- as someone she needs to maneuver, a potential tool at best. So obviously she accepts Alicent’s offer of friendship, but she doesn’t mean it the way Alicent means it.

So Alicent still has to be mostly very lonely and a mother to three (she loves her kids but she basically never got to enjoy being a young woman) and have terrible sex with a scabby, dying old man, but her father is still the Hand and she finally has her best friend back, and that makes it all bearable.

Then she finds out about this whole Rhaenyra/Daemon thing and is like, oh fuck, this ruins literally everything. She knew her father wanted to supplant Rhaenyra but she still felt she was being successful in straddling the line between the two succession stances. She goes to Rhaenyra and is like, okay cool, this is really bad but I can solve this as long as we talk one-on-one and figure it out.

I’m not certain that Alicent would have kept Rhaenyra’s secret if Rhaenyra had told her the truth, but I think it’s really possible. She went to Rhaenyra mostly because she wanted to resolve the situation as best she could, and Rhaenyra being happy is in Alicent’s best interest. She thought their friendship was restored and so she thought she could trust Rhaenyra to tell her the truth. Plus, Rhaenyra did swear on her dead mother 😅

Alicent definitely didn’t know that her father would be dismissed, so of course she feels terrible about that, and then she discovers that Rhaenyra lied point blank to her face (Rhaenyra was telling the truth when she said Daemon didn’t have sex with her but she lied outright when she also said “I swear to you my virtue is intact” or whatever the exact wording was), which means that their friendship is very much not intact, which means that Alicent facilitated the ruin of her father’s life for basically nothing.

Alicent’s anger isn’t about Rhaenyra’s virtue or being lied to, it’s about what the lie indicates about her relationship with Rhaenyra, something for which she has made legitimate sacrifices.

Alicent isn’t innocent - she should have known better that marrying Rhaenyra’s father would be a permanent end to their friendship as they knew it (especially in a case where she didn’t explain it to Rhaenyra herself) but she didn’t want to deal with the conflict, or being torn between her father and her best friend, so she told herself what she had to in order to get out of bed every morning.

Theirs is a friendship break-up like many others but the stakes are a thousand times higher when you’re talking about the fate of an entire kingdom and a world in which you either play the game or you die. The moral of their story is that power (and specifically, the patriarchy) is likely to corrupt even the most good, pure, and tender love.

And fuck the patriarchy. After all if women were treated like people in this kingdom Aemma would still be alive, either because they’d be perfectly happy to have Rhaenyra as heir to the throne after Aemma underwent so many dangerous pregnancies (and hopefully she would have gone through only one of them before they realized it was too risky to keep trying to have kids). OR, at the literal least, she would have been allowed to decide not to have her body sacrificed in a not-guaranteed-to-work attempt to recover her child.

So as the show continues on and Alicent makes cruel decisions and everyone watching comes to hate her, because we are, of course, being set up to root most for Rhaenyra in this story, just try to remember that she held onto hope that things would be okay for basically as long as she could, and that most of the things that led her to that point were not her fault or even in her control. I’d probably get pretty bitter too.

[real-sun-wukong-fan01]

So, welcome back to "the stone monkeys headcanons"

For the ones who don't know, this headcanon is specifically made to create a creature just by picking up the "stone monkey" from jttw and giving multiple headcanon for it.

((It's mainly based off of @winterpower98 headcanons!! And mines.))

I've been talking and giving a lot of headcanons in winter asks, you can find them in the "demon headcanon" hashtag. (I'll give the screenshots anyway)

(Yes I'm aware wukong's a demon in jttw.)

Yes expect this as me rambling and wanting to share

Starting with the powers, I've checked and apparently i was right! He (not only had laser eyes since birth) can control and use the elements! (More specifically: water,fire, earth,wood and metal)

But here's the trick! I mentioned before (still in winter asks) how i liked how the gems in Steven universe worked, and how each gem is a different type (like demons in jttw, but it's with stone types lmao) and this will get put into the headcanon,

This will also make the stone monkey able to use one of the elements, depending on what type they are.

so if we have a lapis lazuli, the stone monkeys would be able to use the water element.

If we have a sandstone, the stone monkey would be able to use earth as their element, and so on

i was thinking of giving them levels/rating them over who is the strongest type or who can do what like demons can! (Example: demon monkeys can shapeshift better than pig demons)

And also ranking them of who's the strongest type and giving them a somewhat similar system as the gems on Steven universe.

So! (Yes I'll get to powers with this)

the strongest type is a diamond (yes also in real life.)

So the diamond is usually the leader, able to use water/ice as their element, but depending on where they were born, they change element (like Pokemons and regions)

Basically, they are the king or queen regardless if they are strong or not. They are "born" to be a ruler. (They are still the strongest between stone monkeys, there can't be a strongest type.)

The second strongest type, are the rubies and sapphires.

Usually sapphires are related to ice/water and rubies are related to fire/metal, they work are the generals, the right arm of the diamonds.

the rest it goes on army, workers, the usual social pyramid scheme.

Now that we talked about their society, let's talk about their powers as a whole!

As said here, stone monkeys can do a lot of things! Such as manipulating said elements to creating weapons out of them!

(I'll talk about my version of wukong in this headcanon in the end.)

Now that this is explained, let's go into depth.

What are actually stone monkeys?

Are they demons? Are they mystical creatures? Are they celestial beings?

I like to think they are a mix of demon monkeys and celestial beings!

they get counted as a demon type...just not very well known since there's literally ONE type of them existing and it's fucking sun wukong.

but! They are made out of stone and magic, without magic they'll die. (And without a vessel that is of course. Imagine it like the player in deltarune, they need to create a vessel to actually exist in the world, or they'll just be magic.)

stone monkeys aren't immortals, they even have a shorter life than demons! But that can depend.

everything is based on magic, if they run out of magic, they'll crack, and eventually break apart and turn into dust (die.)

if they have a STRONG and active magic, they'll stay alive until their vessel cracks or their magic runs out (like battery)

[Now ignore this but my urge to make stone monkeys genderfluid, like literally they can change whenever, is strong as FUCK.]

((Also I'm taking off the part of them not being able to use their powers for a long time, it all depends on how much they practiced!!))

[[In winter headcanon, wukong was born as a kid, unlike in the book that he was already an adult!]]

this is everything i gathered over the asks and personal headcanons for them, but it's general, for wukong? Different thing.

this is based on personal headcanons, if you wanna know winter one, just check her account!

I headcanon him as asexual and aromatic as said already,

His type of stone? Diamond. It would fit for him being the king.

since he's the only type of stone monkey, he of course doesn't know much about himself or spiece.

Dosen't know the language, nor costumes,

He's way more used to human and demon ones!

Pretty eyeliner man.

(Also this isn't mine, but i like it so lmao.)

Trans wukong.

My man had to cut off his penis for his disguise as a woman and now it became a vagina.

Yes that's the headcanon.

Yes I'm handing over (accidental) trans and Asexual/Aromatic wukong.

he's a short ass bro.