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[bottomlouisficfest]

We hope you’ve enjoyed the last couple of weeks of fics from the Bottom Louis Fic Fest 2024! Every two weeks, we’re compiling all of the fics from that period into one roundup post so they’re easy to find for anyone looking to catch up on fics they missed. Enjoy these amazing fics and give them the love they deserve!

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I am br(ok)en

A fic by SweetieR on AO3 | @SweetieR08 on Twitter

53k | Explicit | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Harry is a 28 year old Alpha who just got his heart broken by his long-term boyfriend. What happens when he meets Louis, a 30 year-old omega who is the spitting image of his ex? Sparks fly and hearts get on the line... Will Harry be able to understand his feelings before it's too late and he loses everything ? Or - The one where Harry is a stupid (stubborn) Alpha who can't understand what his heart is trying to tell him after the worst heartbreak of his life, and Louis is the sweet omega who arrives out of nowhere, wanting nothing more than being loved and cherished.

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Soft Hands Organics - Adore Sensitive Skin

A fic by SilverStuff50 on AO3 | @silverstuff50 on Tumblr | @SilverStuff50 on Twitter

8k | Explicit | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Prompt 504: PWP where OMC/Harry owns a skincare line and is about to launch extensive butt skincare products. The problem is that they are a small business and do not have enough budget to hire a model who would show their naked bum cheeks online for limited pay. Enter Louis, who could be a friend to a friend who’s up for it. Ass worship. OR The Ass Worship fic...

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don't make me feel special

A fic by moaismee on AO3

27k | Mature | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Prompt 118: Its only when Harry is chosen for the Triwizard tournament that Louis realizes that his feelings are returned. Make it ABO please.

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I love it better if I repeat it many times; firefly, firefly, firefly ᡣ𐭩

A fic by puppyvirginloui on AO3 | @puppyvirginloui on Twitter

66k | Not Rated | Tumblr post | Twitter post

“Louis, don't marry him.” he gasped loudly as the alpha cornered him at the engagement party. Louis watched behind Harry to make sure that no one was paying attention to them. “Please don't.” he begged, Louis' blood was boiling, he roughly pulled away from the curly’s firm grip. He couldn't believe his audacity. “What's wrong with you? You just asked Naomi for her hand, you asshole!” He yelled through clenched teeth, still looking behind his back. Harry shook his head for a few seconds, holding his hair that was ruined in a flash. “I can't believe it. You’re-” “I know you don't love him. I saw it in your eyes, Lou. Please.” The brunette omega fell silent, opening his mouth in astonishment, the ring he'd received from Rowan identical to Naomi's weighed heavier against the accusation that fell from the alpha on him. Harry took a step closer, they were practically already close from a start, right now, their chests were brushing. He watched his pleading gaze, his large, warm hands clinging to his arms, Louis felt his mark burning. “Harry-” “If you ask me, I won't get married. If you ask me, I’ll give up on all of this.” His heart along with his knees went weak.

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No bananas in the library

A fic by emmli28 on AO3 | @emmli28 on Twitter

36k | Explicit | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Sometimes it all starts with a dare, sometimes the dare comes later, and sometimes the dare is actually the push someone needs to be brave enough to talk to someone. Louis wouldn’t say Harry is his enemy but that loud frat boy can be incredibly annoying, always disturbing Louis when he tries to study, and Louis has certainly told him so. And he’s always eating his disgusting bananas. However, one day Harry approaches him to say that he wants to get to know Louis. This isn’t the typical “dare”-story.

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we're leading each other out of the dark

A fic by anditsonlyforthebrave on AO3 | @HARRYSC1NEMA on Twitter

16k | Not Rated | Tumblr post | Twitter post

“But I don’t want you to think that I left because I didn’t care,” Harry admits, “Lou, you’re terrifying in the best way. And I knew that if I told you, if I said goodbye, I would’ve come back crying after two weeks,” Harry explains, “and I wish I had a better explanation, but everything I have ever said to you was true. I loved you, and you were the most important person in my life and I never, ever wanted to let you down.” “But you left me.” Harry nods, “and you hid the fact that I had a child for six years, involving my own mother.” “But you left me,” Louis repeats. or Harry leaves and never looks back, only for him to eventually come home to find Louis and a little girl that looks exactly like him.

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I used to call you my best friend way back before you were my everything

A fic by @roselouis on AO3 | xx on Tumblr | @locksloxlahks on Twitter

7k | Explicit | Tumblr post | Twitter post

“Okay, this is going to sound insane, but I really can’t stop thinking about you.” Louis��� eyes widened and his heart skipped. “How do you mean?” he whispered. “I mean. I kind of, like, want you. And like. I don’t know if I can have you.” “Oh, yes you absolutely can,” Louis gained confidence at Harry’s sudden lack thereof. “What? I was supposed to look after you, and now, not only have I gone and put myself in a position to not be there for you, but I also just. Want you. What would everyone think?” “Harry, I—I want you, too. Who cares what anyone thinks? Do you mean my parents? They’ll live, considering they love you more than they love their own sons sometimes.”

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as the summer fades away

A fic by cinnamons on AO3 | @sunbellylou on Tumblr | @sunbellylou on Twitter

66k | Explicit | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Harry and Louis were not supposed to be. And that was a fact Louis had been very aware of for the past decade. It was just the way the universe was. And Louis knew there was no bending and pushing that would change the facts. Harry was his neighbor and his father’s best friend. A constant in Louis’s life for years. Sturdy and unmoving, with an ever present frown pulling on his mouth. Unattainable. When Louis landed back in Texas after graduating college, he learned that sometimes the universe could bend a little at his will.

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[criminal-cynical]

ATEEZ Would You rather - NSFW

HUGE thank you to @thisisjustmywritingblog for making this. honestly, this has inspired me. maybe i'll even try writing!!

original post: https://www.tumblr.com/thisisjustmywritingblog/674321619708182528/ateez-would-you-rather-nsfw

Would you rather...

~Make out with Yeosang or dry hump Yunho?

i'd have to say make out with yeosang. no particular reason.

~Give Mingi a lap dance or have Wooyoung do a sexy dance for you?

wooyoung is an incredible dancer, give me it!

~Tease San under the table at dinner or Jongho tease you under the table?

tease san. want him to quickly flash me those demon eyes before carrying on the conversation like nothing happened.

~Give hickeys to Yeosang or get hickeys from Seonghwa?

hickeys for yeosang. i like marking pretty boys up.

~Praise Hongjoong or receive body worship from Yunho?

praise hongjoong. i have a thing for taking care of leaders.

~Blindfold Mingi or be blindfolded by San?

blindfolded by san. he's such a wildcard in general that i can only image how wild it would get with a blindfold added.

~Sexting with Wooyoung or send dirty snaps to Seonghwa?

snaps for seonghwa. i want him to tease me about taking a screenshot when i forget he can see that. i don't have snapchat, can you tell?

~Choke Yeosang or be choked by Jongho?

choke yeosang. i'm not into choking in general but if i were to do it, i would need to do extensive research. i have the time to learn how to do it properly, and jongho doesn't.

~Pull Hongjoong’s hair or Yunho pull your hair?

hongjoong please let me give you a scalp massage. you deserve it baby.

~Tie up Wooyoung or Jongho tie you up?

tie up wooyoung. i feel like he would dare me thinking i wouldn't do it but surprise bitch. ribbon, rope, handcuff, i'll do it.

~Beg for Seonghwa or Mingi beg for you?

i'd beg for seonghwa. who wouldn't?

~Ride Jongho’s thigh or sit on San’s face?

sit on san's face. thigh riding always sounds sexy but it doesn't actually feel good imo.

~Dirty talk with Seonghwa or Mingi?

seonghwa. i want to try and intimidate him just to be hit back with something much filthier.

~Spank Wooyoung or Hongjoong?

spank wooyoung. brat.

~Get spanked by Jongho or Yunho?

i'm down to be spanked by jongho. give me that strength, i can take it.

~Deny San his orgasm or Seonghwa deny you yours?

deny san. i want to see if he would try and chase his release anyway.

~Have Yeosang as a master or Hongjoong as a pet?

hongjoong as a pet. he deserves head pats and to be called a good boy.

~Touch yourself and make Yunho watch or Mingi touch himself and make you watch?

mingi. i'd crave yunho's hands too bad and give in early.

~Call Hongjoong ‘daddy’ or Seonghwa call you ‘mommy’?

call hongjoong daddy while he calls me mommy. be domestic as hell. promise to start a family together. probably cry out of happiness.

~Receive aftercare from San or give aftercare to Wooyoung?

give aftercare to wooyoung. i'm a bit of a pillow prince(ss) so i'm usually the one responsible for aftercare as i probably didn't put in much effort during the actual act.

~Skype sex with Hongjoong or phone sex with Yeosang?

skype with hongjoong. i want to hear him struggle to decide what part of me he wants to see.

~One night stand with Mingi or friends with benefits with Wooyoung?

fwb with wooyoung. i'd get to be bros with him and suck his dick. it's the best of both worlds.

~Studio sex with Hongjoong or practice room sex with Yunho?

studio sex with hongjoong. i don't care how cliché it is, i want him to record my moans and put it in a song.

~Receive nudes from Seonghwa or a sexy video from San?

nudes from seonghwa. he'd make em all artistic and shit.

~Cowgirl position with Jongho or doggystyle position with Yeosang?

cowgirl with jongho, i wanna feel those thighs baby!

~Hot tub sex with Mingi or shower sex with Yunho?

shower sex with yunho. hot tub sex sounds.... painful. i do not want chlorine in me, even if it is for mingi's sake.

~Give oral to Yeosang or recieve oral from San?

oral for yeosang. been in a head-giving mood recently.

~Seonghwa cum in your mouth or Wooyoung cum on your face?

wooyoung can cum on my face. it's his reward for being a good boy for once.

~Jongho cum on your thighs or Hongjoong cum on your stomach?

both sounds great, but jongho cumming on my thighs would be preferable. my thighs are sexy and i know it.

~Car sex with San or sex under the stars with Yeosang?

car sex with san. hot, desperate, cramped, and most importantly, no itchy grass.

~Take Mingi’s virginity or Yunho take yours?

i'd love to take mingi's virginity. what a cute boy.

~Library sex with Wooyoung or movie theater handjob with Yeosang?

movie theater handjob. i get bored easily during them.

~Lazy morning sex with Yunho or late night sex with Jongho?

late night with jongho, we waking the neighbors then sending an apology letter the next day with a fresh tray of cookies. probably fuck again during baking tbh.

~Wear a collar for Seonghwa or San wear a collar for you?

i want both so bad, but if i had to choose, i'd like to collar san and customize the name tag.

~Rough sex with Hongjoong or romantic sex with Jongho?

rough sex with hongjoong. i want to be his stress relief, regardless of who's in charge.

~Receive anal from Seonghwa or give anal to Mingi?

as long as it isn't full on penetration, i'd let seonghwa give me a tail plug or something.

~Suck on Yunho’s fingers or San suck on your fingers?

i want to fuck my fingers into san's mouth so bad.

~Wall sex with Jongho or mirror sex with Wooyoung?

mirror sex with wooyoung. i want to tell him to quick being so cocky and then have him see me secretly enjoy it when i forget he can see me.

~Hongjoong finger you or give Yeosang a handjob?

hongjoong lemme ride those fingers pls

~Overstimulate Mingi or be overstimulated by Wooyoung?

overstimulate mingi. i want to hold him while i do it and tell him how good he's doing.

~Woosan threesome or Seongjoong threesome?

BOTH but seongjoong. we're all parent friends and could use a break from the kids ;)

[thegeminisage]

i guess it star trek update time. last night we watched ds9's "armageddon game" and tng's "sub rosa."

armageddon game (ds9):

this one was so fun and evil. i LOVE when obrien and julian are besties and yes they fought once but they were besties in most of this

NIGHTMARE scenario for keiko. im glad they actually put her in this instead of it happening offscreen but im sad there was no reunion :(

keiko realizing the recording had been tampered with bc of the coffee thing and then finding out that wasnt true is actually lowkey terrifying. they came THIS CLOSE. what a twist ending

quark's toast was like...strangely sweet. good for him.

i cant believe DAX was gonna keep julians journals instead of sending them back to his parents?? i also cant believe julian kept a diary for years and then decided to hand all of his diaries to his crush lol like he is insane

julian foot fetish also. don't think i forgot. i didn't. what a loser <3

these aliens being so committed to peace they'll kill people is actually kind of funny. you missed the point by lightyears

i liked how serious sisko was in this episode. he was wearing his very very very serious face. he was not fucking around. i also liked that he believed keiko INSTANTLY. on tng picard would have offered 1000000 other reasons why keiko was out of her mind bc in fairness she does sound fucking nuts but sisko believed her right away and immediately started an investigation because he trusts his people and also by extension their spouses. ugh i love him SO MUCH sisko for PRESIDENT

sub rosa (tng):

wow. wow wow wow wow wow

where do i even. BEGIN. with sub rosa

so, i knew there was a sex ghost in this episode and i was sort of aware that the sex ghost fucked or wanted to fuck beverly. but i had NO IDEA what i was truly in for

firstly, let's get this out of the way, this is a FAMILY SEX GHOST. "all the howard women have green eyes" "nana was over 100 and had a lover!" can you IMAGINE having like a family vibrator. the same vibrator your grandma used. getting off to her erotic diary entries. getting off, i repeat, to your grandma's stories about your grandma HAVING SEX with the SAME SEX GHOST who is chatting you up. beverly is INSANE

deanna took all this with so much good sportsmanship. first of all, i'm so thrilled that they're the kind of girlfriends who can share their wet dreams with one another in GRAPHIC detail. secondly, her fucking face journeys when beverly was talking about this shit in ten forward I REPEAT IN PUBLIC SHE WAS LIKE YEAH I WAS GETTING OFF TO MY GRANDMA'S DIARY

picard SOOOO put off that beverly would leave his ass to fuck a 30yo with long hair. JUSTICE! who's skipping breakfast now bitch. run around on her one more time i fucjing dare you. you WILL respect the woman you impregnated with the affair baby

speaking of affair babies, when beverly was like yeah all my family members have green eyes except mom and me i was like......is SHE the affair baby? sadly, no. but i know she had one

beverly looked the most beautiful she's ever been by the way. real bodice ripper shit. picard you blew it so bad

speaking of bodice ripper, there is a version of this where it's very serious and an allegory for abuse and the sex was dubiously consensual etc etc etc. this has happened to deanna so many times and it was so icky because it was obviously a male fantasy which objectified her. fortunately i don't think anyone can be expected to take a story seriously when it involves your grandma's sex ghost so i was perfectly happy to have a good time

WHEN THEY EXHUJED THE BODY. BY SIMPLY BEAMING IT OUT OF THE GROUND.

nana who looked not even a little bit dead sitting up in her coffin bc she was possessed and zapping the daylights out of geordi and data. PLEASE.

also, sorry, i nearly forgot, but picard walking in on her while she was quite literally fucking the sex ghost. ohhhh i KNOW he was sick

OH YEAH AND. the gravestones saying vader and mcfly. set designers i love you forever

anyway, hands down the funniest and perhaps my favorite tng episode of all time. that was the first real laugh i've had in almost a week

TONIGHT: ds9's "whispers" and tng's "lower decks."

[morbidlyhumorous]

Save Me Pt. 2 (Bucky Barnes)

TW: Abuse

My hand was tightly gripping Bucky's metal one as we drove. He kept shooting glances in my direction and would squeeze my hand in return every few minutes. And then I saw the house. If I had been holding Bucky's real hand, it would have broken at that moment. He pulled the car into the driveway and parked, but didn't get out. He turned to look at me as he asked, "Are you sure about this?" I nodded my head, my eyes glued to the house before us. He sighs as he brings my hand to his lips and presses a kiss to my knuckles. I meet his gaze as he says, "Please be safe.""I will, I promise."I climb out of the car and walk the path to the front door. I wipe my hands on my jeans and knock on the door, very aware of Bucky's eyes on me. Then the door opens and there stands my dad. When he registers who's standing before him, he smiles and hugs me. I stiffen slightly but he pulls away after a quick second. "Y/n, sweetie, it's so great to see you again. Who's the friend?" I follow his line of sight to Bucky and his car. "Oh, he's a friend. He offered to give me a ride here." I wave at Bucky, the signal that he can leave. He waves back and then reverses out of the driveway and leaves.

My dad opens the door a little wider and ushers me in before closing it behind us. The house looks exactly the same as when I left, minus the kids. My other siblings had all grown up and moved out, but nothing had been touched since. I made myself comfortable on the couch while dad took the seat opposite me. He seemed pretty unchanged, too, just a few more white hairs. "So, how's work? Are you enjoying it?""Yeah, I am enjoying it. There's something new everyday and I have some great colleagues." I say, smoothing my hands on my jeans. Dad quirks his brow at the last part and asks, "Is that guy one of your colleagues?" I nod and he sighs before saying, "Well then no wonder you think your colleagues are great, he looks like a bad person and I know how you're attracted to those people who are bad for you. He didn't even come out to greet me or anything." I take a deep breath as I reply, "He was in a hurry, his mom was expecting him." My dad waved away my excuse and switched the topic, leaving me feeling slightly insulted.

We talked for a little longer before he stood to make dinner, leaving me alone in the living room. I pulled my phone out of my back pocket to see a few texts from Bucky. He was asking if all was okay so far, so I gave him a thumbs up. Eventually, dad said dinner was ready and I joined him at the table. It was a very good meal, but when we had finished, dad asked me to do the dishes. "While you may not live here anymore, you are still currently under my roof and you need to be humbled a bit. Now go clean the dishes." I stared at him, dumbfounded, before I uttered a soft, "Ok," and carried the dishes to the sink. As I washed them, I saw my dad go to the fridge and take out a big beer bottle. I sighed. Another part of him that had not changed.When I finished, I rejoined him in the living room and we sat in an awkward silence for a while. "So, y/n, why has it been 7 years since you've been here?""Oh, y'know, I've been busy with all of my work and extensive traveling that comes with it.""See, that sounds plausible, but I don't think that's why." I felt my mouth go dry at his comment and I asked, "What do you mean?"

He stared me down and took a swig of his beer before replying. "You're avoiding me because you think I'm a bad person. It's all because of that terrible mother of yours. When I was busy working my ass off to support this family, she was turning my own children against me." It was silent for a moment, and in that silence I heard the ghost of his shouting. "I don't think that's what happened at all." He scoffed and took another swig. "Of course she did it, it's in her manipulative nature. She's a real bitch." At those words I felt my face grow hot. "How dare you call my mom that. She was a much better person than you."I pretended to scratch my back but I actually hit the button on my phone that called Bucky. He would need to hear this conversation. My dad became slightly red in the face. "Oh don't even. She manipulated all of you because she victimizes herself. I can't help being a little grumpy after spending all of my time working." "A little grumpy?" I laughed incredulously, "You were abusive. You shouted and hit us and have left us traumatized. You're the one victimizing yourself because you're so narcissistic.""I will not be talked to like this in my own house!" He shouted, his face a brilliant red color now. "I don't live under your roof now, you can't control me," I said as I stood up.

Dad stood up as well and the glass bottle came crashing down over my head. I stumbled a little at the blow and then I felt blood begin to trickle down my face."You fucking bitch," he screamed at me. He slapped me hard across the face and the force behind it brought me to the ground. There were stars before my eyes when I noticed his foot coming towards me. It made contact with my gut and I curled in on myself. He kicked me a few more times, screaming profanities at me. He knelt down next to me and grabbed me by the hair to lift my head, making it feel like it was on fire. "You are an absolute bitch and will never amount to anything, you worthless piece of shit. You're just like your mom." He practically spit out, pulling my hair more and making me cry out.All of a sudden, he let go of my hair and I let my head fall. Through my blurry vision, I saw Bucky holding my dad, beating the shit out of him. He left his unconscious body in the corner before he came for me. He knelt beside me, his face appearing very worried. "Hey, doll, you're gonna be okay, I've got you." He said, but his voice sounded far away. I couldn't get my eyes to focus and breathing was hurting. Bucky picked me up and hurried out of the house, laying me gently in the back of the car before speeding off. During the drive, I passed out.

When I came to, I was laying on a bed in the med bay, Bucky asleep with his head on the edge of the bed and clutching my hand. I moved my thumb lightly over his knuckles and he was instantly awake and alert. "Y/n, how do you feel?""I feel pretty achey and I hurt all over." At my words, he gave me a sad smile before pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. "My brave girl," he murmured, resting his hand against the side of my face. I relished his touch and nuzzled his hand. "What happened to my dad?" I asked after a moment of silence. "Thanks to your little phone call, coupled with your current state, we had enough evidence to get him locked away for life. He can't hurt you anymore." At Bucky's words, I felt a few relieved tears fall. He saw and he drew me into his arms, rubbing my back comfortingly. "I've got you, doll, and he will never hurt you again." I buried my head in the crook of his neck and felt the weight of being afraid for so long lifted off of me. I kissed Bucky again and he smiled into the kiss, his hand slightly gripping my waist. Neither of us were perfect, but as long as we had each other, we'd be alright. And that's all I needed.I did something new and wrote a pt. 2 for once! If you guys have anyone you wanna see next, let me know and any ideas for a plot if you have one.

[mxanigel]

7 snippets, 7 people

Thank you for the tags @outpost51 @nowandthane <3 <3 <3

No-pressure tagging @poetikat @arendaes @captastra @dr-paine @spindleweedss @marythegizka @seraandthebees (if you've done this and I missed it, I apologize! please feel free to send me the post so I can flail over your words).

I went through Shion's longfic (Cut to the Feeling) for Hange and Shion moments that don't require much in-universe knowledge for context, which ended up being a surprisingly reassuring exercise. I adore these two together.

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The woman points over her shoulder with her thumb. “Commander Erwin and Captain Hange are that way if you want to hear more. If they’re willing to talk about it.”

It sounds worse than she feared. But Hange’s alive. She pats Salt’s neck and then rushes as quickly as her weary legs will carry her in the direction the scout indicated. En route, her eyes frantically dart from face to face. No one looks victorious. At best, they’re tired. At worst, they look like they survived hell. A small crowd gathers around the med wagon, awaiting treatment. None of them are members of her squad.

When a familiar and thankfully unbandaged profile comes into view, Shion can’t resist calling out her friend’s name. “Hange!”

The captain spins around, joyful surprise covering their face. “Shion?!” They sweep her into a crushing hug. “You’re alive! When your squad came back without you, I feared the worst.”

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Once her mother is out of sight, Shion’s knees buckle.

“Whoa!” Hange catches her in a reassuringly tight embrace. “I’m sorry.”

“Wh-Why are you apologizing?”

“You saw her because of me.”

“I think you were the excuse, not the reason.” She buries her face in her friend’s shoulder. “I’m really glad you were here.”

“Me, too.” They gently stroke her hair. “Your mother’s a bitch.”

“Yeah.”

“Fuck what she said. I want you at my side, Shion.” Hange kisses her forehead.

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“I’d like to remain on duty here, if you’ll allow it,” Shion murmurs.

The commander’s gaze bores into her before he nods. “Watch for Titans. Support the medics as best you can. And await our return.”

“Yes, sir.” She maneuvers Hange back into a resting position. “That was reckless.”

“It was important.”

“So is your recovery. Don’t you dare pull a Levi on me. How are you feeling?”

“Like shit.” Hange tentatively touches their burned cheek. “Salve? Did you treat me?”

“Of course I did.”

“Thanks.” They grip her hand. “Things keep getting worse.”

“Rest now. We’ll deal with the mess later.”

Hange’s eyes drift shut. “Mind staying next to me... just for a moment?”

“I’m here for you,” she promises.

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Shion wrinkles her nose. “You’ve been chatty for someone who’s in the hospital.”

“Lying here is boring! It’s nice to have visitors break up the monotony.”

“True.” She knows that monotony, that loneliness, all too well. “How are you feeling?”

“Better, though not great.” They grimace. “I heard Erwin lost his right arm.”

“… Yeah. Did Jonas tell you what happened?”

“As much as he was willing to. We took back Eren, but too many died. And a lot of us are recuperating right now.” Hange takes Shion’s hand. “Thanks for taking care of me. My injuries are, uh, kind of extensive. I’ll stay put for a few days, make sure I heal right. As you said, my recovery is important.”

She manages a smile. “I’m glad to hear that.”

“I’ll pull rank and order you to rest, if I have to.”

“I slept in today!”

“After a long mission and staying up all night. I’ve already asked Levi to make sure you sleep.”

Blood drains from Shion’s cheeks. “If he tries to dose me with sleeping medicine—”

“—then you’ll deserve it.”

She sighs. “I promise I’ll prioritize sleep.”

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Shion hangs back as the rest of them disperse to their tasks, Levi’s squad following him as he snaps orders. Once they’re alone, she rests a hand on Hange’s shoulder. “How are you holding up?”

“I hate this. I hate all of this. But we must do something, something proactive. Just reacting to what’s been thrown at us will get us nowhere.” Hange groans. “Handle the medical kits for me? They’re too essential to abandon. And we need this place to look like we planned to leave.”

“Right. Leave it to me.” She swallows. “About Levi—”

“He’ll be fine. His new squad won’t hold him back. You’ve seen that, too. Haven’t you?”

“Yeah, I have.”

“I don’t like it.” Hange slumps against her. “But I’m doing the best I can.”

Shion strokes their hair. “I know, I know. I’m sorry I can’t do more to help. That sometimes I’m even making it harder.”

“No. I need someone to make me defend my choices. Might help me see holes I wouldn’t otherwise.”

“Captain—” Moblit cuts himself off as he sticks his head back into the room. “Uh, when you have a moment…”

They straighten. “Yeah. I’m on my way.”

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She drags her fingers down her face. “What we did was wrong.”

“It was. And I’m sorry. For losing control. For making you participate in all of this.”

“I could have refused. I didn’t.”

“You aren’t blaming your actions on following orders?”

“No. I have to own those actions. Forever.”

Hange sighs heavily. “Do you hate me now?”

Shion swallows. “I don’t hate you. I’m trying not to hate anyone. Including myself. Hate just makes everything worse.” Her shoulders slump. “But hatred is hard, so hard to avoid.”

“That’s… damned impressive. I don’t have that kind of strength.”

“This isn’t strength.” She barks a laugh. “It’s desperation. Or something.”

“To you, maybe. To me, you look strong.” Their tone is hauntingly, achingly genuine.

She impulsively kisses her friend’s forehead. “Then you should use my strength when you need it.”

Something new shines in Hange’s eyes. “From now on, I will.”

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Hange suddenly embraces her. “I’m so fucking happy that you’re still alive. You’re a damned good soldier, but more importantly, I don’t want to think about what I’d do without you.”

Energy drains from Shion’s limbs. She buries her face in Hange’s neck, unable to speak. A familiar acrid scent reveals they’re overdue for a bath—she is too—but in this moment, she couldn’t care less.

“You’re exhausted.” They stroke her hair. “You told me to use your strength when I need it. The same goes for you. Hell, I’ll carry you through these woods if I have to.”

She straightens with a grimace. “I can still walk!”

“I’m serious.”

“I know.” She can’t stop a smile. “Thanks, Hange. I appreciate you more than I can say.”

“Is that so?” They waggle their eyebrows. “I’ll remind you of this the next time I exasperate you.”

“Oi, please don’t exasperate me on purpose.”

[lydiaas]

Can we talk about the song “never tear us apart” playing after “bye jayj” scene at the carreras?! JJ couldnt bring himself you even say the word bye to kie after dropping her off to her parents. Just a small salute and a painful smile 😭 The boy was too choked up in his feelings to even say words 😭😭😭

Then the song starts when they show JJ going back to no one and an eviction notice (still breaks my heart how dare they)

Season 4 we know we’re getting jiara against the Carreras. “ 2 worlds collided , they can never, ever tear us apart” THE FORSHADOWING. Help.

“Don't ask me

What you know is true

Don't have to tell you

I love your precious heart”

No but you've just made me realise that Never Tear Us Apart kind of bookends the "whatever happens we're gonna handle it together" discussion they have on the boat. The irony of them going their seperate ways and already starting to drift from each other while it plays, incredible choice.

The lyric "I was standing, you were there, two worlds collided" to me has always been about meeting someone for the first time and them changing your life but I actually love the idea of applying it to jiara in a different way. Where they exist together as friends until one day they have the "oh, it's you. you're the one I've been waiting for" moment and after that there is no backing away from it. You can't unring that bell. We are going to be so well fed in S4 with the us against the world vibes.

The whole beginning of that episode is really painful 😫! JJ looks so distressed at the marina, lagging behind the others. Can't even look at the house and can barely make eye contact with her. But then when she's walking away he does one last look back (I curse those ugly ass extensions they put in his hair because it RUINS this moment).

[visionthefox]

So lunar is back and they finally got a model it seems they commissioned the same person who did Earth's but interesting enough Lunar's is better looking (there's somethings like the mouth for example are hard to look at just feels like an empty void) and still has the cuteness factor.

Second as we progress the video puppet and eclipse have a talk a long the lines of "don't you dare bring him back, because I see things, I saw the future everyone is in danger" and puppet is like "I don't care I'm bringing him back" and he does. Before they depart back to earth Lunar is there sitting in his pod while the computer/ai is finishing the process once it's done Lunar is awake he says "why am I small?" But he just sounds very sad and dull, he doesn't sound like before all cheerful and happy. As they try to leave Eclipse takes over the AI and keeps saying to Lunar "something will happen to the people he loves and this time it won't be his fault it would be yours" and Puppet is just like "come on kid, let's get going, just ignore him" and the episode ends there.

On the TSAMS channel we have a therapy session between Earth, Sun and Moon. Idk if Kat (Earth's VA) is studying or studied something along the lines of psychology or they have done extensive research on the topic. But more like a therapy session I felt like it was when your mom sits you down with your sibling and talk about differences to come to an agreement, that's what I felt. Like earth noticed right away that something was wrong with Sun and sun didn't want to talk about it and what did earth do? She began trying to distract sun so they wouldn't talk about it and she also said "venting will make you feel better" or something. she then went to moon and moon was like "he lied to me" and the whole family session started and they both expressed their emotions "I see, so you know Moon cares for you Sun. And moon sun really cares about you. You both don't want anything to happen to each.." they brought the situation with the old moon and sun said "I'm just waiting... For it to happen again.." and earth is like "the memory reset?" Sun says "no, moon to start acting like his old self because he has the same mannerisms, the same anger.." and other things I can't remember. To which moon replies "well, I'm not going to be like that" and they didn't hug it out but at the very end they shift the tone from something serious to something cheerful by saying "Let's go to the Barbie movie" and Earth is like "yes I'll put a lot of things in my hair, let me go get my pink clothes" and moon is like "yeah, I'll put some tec I did that goes around my neck to project color without painting myself" and sun is like "you know we can change color" and moon is like "I can only change my eye color, do you want the tech I made?" Sun replies with a "no" and jumps out of the balcony and says "Thank you Earth"

I tried my best to summarize both shows so yeah! :)

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aah I think I saw a post saying Lunar was back, but the issue was if he is a child or not- as for models, it clear they had more time to actually work on it, unlike earth, who had to be rushed.. so I imagine he looks somewhat better (im sure the artist did their best!) as for Eclipse part-- im a bit confused.. is Eclipse now able to see the future? so far, the universe they live in is.. still Eclipse universe, the one he made.. so make sense he has some control but weak.. but is odd - does this relate to ruin Eclipse in some way? or will be related to them? since they dont belong there but .. stayed? apparently? as for Earth... eh. maybe I was wrong.. maybe she is good for them.. like, doing this , this talk and all.. but it feels.. wrong , like, please lets remember, she is a new person in both Sun and Moon life.. she may live there, and all, but is been a few months , is not enough time to trust someone with deep feelings.. even if, she is the only one to like them.. but eh, if she is actually helpfull, then good on them.. I have an issue with the "Sun doesnt accept new Moon".. like, is so normal to feel afraid and just.. not be happy with the whole situation, lets get on Sun's shoes or slippers - he had to share a body with someone broken, cruel, angry, who eventually grew to be a brother, who yes, was mean, hit him and wasnt "nice" BUT was caring on his own ways, and the two learned to care for each other.. that person, who Sun saw grow, trust and eventually got to be in good terms.. is gone.. is all gone.. now this copy is here, is nicer yes. but as Sun said "is acting similar" one part of Sun maybe just , love to have a nicer brother! of couse! but other will fear the old moon to be back.. and with that, the hits and all.. I may defend old Moon a lot, he wasnt an angel, but he was most of the time right, he was doing the best he could, yes, hitting Sun was terrible, but lets remember the whole "stick" joke wasnt been use in a loooong time still.. I just felt like, getting mad that Sun is not ready to accept the new Moon to be. really, a new Moon, is cruel.. Sun never got so say goodbye, never got to trully understand Moon motives.. he is always having to accept what ever happends- is a bit too much.. but aaah, anyways.. is confusing- but is good the two got to chat. new Moon should be patience and learn to wait for his "brother" to accept him - thanks you so much for your ask and time!! <3

[inthehoneymoonwithconnorrk800]

GUDRUN (290 DC)

Warnings: Slightly descriptive violence and SA, timeline alterations, and OOC of Yara.

Note: English isn´t my first language, so sorry for the probably mistakes here.

"Come on," her older sister, Yara, with hair as black as the stones of their home, called to her, "father wants to see us at dinner."

No, he doesn't want to see us, she thought sadly.

Only a year had passed…

She was still hearing the screams of her dead family. Her father screaming and cursing the storm when the king left, the heads of her brothers nailed by pikes, both men and women screaming, fire and blood everywhere.

Her father Balon was devastated, not only had he lost the rebellion but his Greyjoy offspring was in danger, for the only male he had left was in Winterfell as a hostage. Theon, his fleet-footed older brother, was his age when he was taken.

She floated out of the sea and looked down at her feet as she walked along the beach. She hated the sand that stuck to her like second skin and how painful it was to move sometimes in the hard clothes and icy water. However, everyone would look down on her if she complained, she was a damned Ironborn, she had to be strong and tough if she wanted the acceptance of the Ironborns. And she needed it, man did she, the place was small and they practically knew each other.

"You've taken a millennium, woman." Yara complained as if she were her progenitor, hands on hips and voice thick. "Next time I'll leave you there and won't let you in the house."

This is not my house, she wanted to say, but she didn't have the guts.

"I'm sorry," she managed to say. Her sister looked at her tenderly and took her hands even though they were frozen.

Yara really was an Ironborn.

She had boots made by her own hands, with the very fox fur she hunted, her steps were determined and she did not flinch from the pain and the combination of wasteland, like a living goat. Her chest had a couple of sharp knives that not only served to cut vegetables but to scratch, hurt, and remove the hand of the bold who dared to touch her, extensive back ready to be filled with oxygen when she threw herself into the frozen ocean, arms strong as a warrior's and more agile than the skin of a living fish. Added to her Greyjoy-like beauty, she looked like she was made of salt and sand.

"What are you thinking of?"

"About our mother."

Yara stopped walking for a second. Gudrun knew she'd messed up, but she continued, the pain in her chest and the tears in the dawn seemed never to end.

"You know we can't talk about it here."

"But at some point we have to, you and me. Father and his people have already complained and gotten used to it. But I don't…"

She felt her voice falter.

"Not now, another day" spoke Yara, jumping up and down as if she were a wildcat "And that's my last word."

"Yara."

"Yes?" she replied a little annoyed, sure she thought he would insist.

"Has father talked to you about being a rock wife? Uncle Victarion mentioned it was something sacred…from the Drowned God," she didn't let fear creep into her voice, the Greyjoy story was extremely macabre.

"Yes, he has, whether I was swayed by it is another thing."

"Aren't you afraid?" Gudrun was small girl, but she was anxious when she turned ten, the age the rock women bled.

"Of what?" Yara looked at her defiantly. "If father threatens to marry me off, I'll run away with the fastest ship, you know, The Pearl and go to Winterfell to retrieve my brother. Or else I'd infiltrate deep into Highgarden, they always need waitresses and I highly doubt there's anything to tease me there, the continentals are very refined."

"And if you don't manage to escape in time?"

"Well, I'd kill fat Krak" she pointed to the blacksmith who was just passing by "because he'd be the first to come to the call and try to pull me away from the knives, I wouldn't allow it. I would take the opportunity to make myself as unrecognizable as possible and annihilate any asshole who wants to catch me. If our family intervenes, I would throw myself into the water and beg until my throat atrophied for the Drowning God to come to my calls, at least I will get enough distraction to swim to some nearby island, if not…, I will cut my future husband's jugular vein when he tries to stick his penis in my vagina."

In the Iron Islands there was no such thing as refined language, both men and women said insults and swear words, spat and treated their wounds with salt to make them burn hotter and stronger.

She jumped up and down to catch up with her older sister.

And she held her breath as she watched the pikes…, there were three reminders of what would happen if another rebellion happened. A damn year passed and they were still there, rotting, because of some stupid morality her uncle and father had.

Yara turned to look at her.

"You know, Rodrik always smelled like firewater, his feet too. He was always head-butting our brothers and me, you were still too little for it. He called it the tradition of the salute. If we had won, the rocks would be more bathed in alcohol than salt. He made scratches on his face after his first fight, saying they would make him more…tough. Maron, the other one, was a liar of the worst kind, once made me kiss a damn goat saying I'd get more heat that way, and all I got was a little flu, plus ugly pimples. Once he made Uncle Aeron believe that the Drowning God would manifest and the poor man almost drowned, again. While Rodrik had his fists as fat as a pig, but accurate as lightning, lies were Maron's weapon. Father gave him a well-deserved slap that day, so much so that it filled his mouth with blood like bitter paste. He deserved it, the slimeball… Then there's our grandfather Quellon, he was well dead when it all happened. They dishonored his marine tomb, extracted him as one does an animal, took his head and left him nailed there too. He was wise, as everyone says…"

They passed the pikes by and by the time Gudrun realized it she was inside the foul-smelling, filthy castle that she had to call home.

A servant appeared and sent them to clean themselves with rags and buckets of cold water that had a smell similar to the sea. Gudrun cursed under her breath. She loved the sea, as long as she was inside, but going out was total hell.

Yara waited for her because she knew that nothing made her more desperate than having sand, pebbles and who knows what on her body. Gudrun rubbed herself with the rock soap: hard, white, scratchy and if not handled well, it would crumble into little pieces or cause ugly wounds on her body. She remembered her first solitary baths, her back was full of blood from the cuts from her mishandling of that stuff, plus it filled the whole shower in bits. Her father sent her almost naked alone with a towel to pick up every little piece and when she did, as a mockery of the Drowned God, it disappeared completely in her little hands. Gudrun had hated him so much, so much that when it was over the next dawn, she silently prayed for her father to die. And then she slept cuddled like a cat in the middle of Yara and Theon, the only siblings she loved.

She got distracted thinking about it and a small piece slipped in, Gudrun cursed under her breath and squeezed her eye, knowing and groping where the piece was. It took a couple of minutes, it had happened before, she pulled it out, but now the little piece wasn't white it was red, causing her eyes to water in pain. She threw the rest over there and put the towel on, ignoring the possible infection in her right eye.

"I'm done, Yara."

Her sister behind the door walked in as soon as she finished the words. A few years ago, when Yara was five years old, she was taking a shower when a drunk came in with the intention of raping her. She screamed and defended herself with a metal bar that formed the precarious shower. She was screaming so loudly that her uncle Victarion immediately entered, pulled the man away from her, called the others and a massacre ensued.

Quickly, Rodrik punched him to knock him out and defend her honor, Maron joined in later, then the men loyal to her father. They beat him to a pulp, stuck him on an iron cross at Uncle Aeron's expense, slowly cut off his fingers and toes, hurled whips and insults into the mouths of women and men.

Don't touch a Greyjoy daughter was the mantra shared by her father's bannermen.

Then Yara herself pulled out a rusty dagger, to make it hurt more, and cut off his limb, lifted it amid screams and threw it into the sea to be swallowed by fish. She vaguely remembered a small shark appearing and jumping up to catch the limb or perhaps it was one of Maron's lies to give it more drama.

From that day on, Theon or Rodrik would stand guard when one of the two took a shower. When they both left, it was just the two of them left to protect themselves.

Her sister looked at her quizzically, she had her sleeves covering her eyes, as if she was crying.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, just…" she tried to keep her voice from getting hoarse from the cold "I got a damn chunk in."

"Be careful, sister" Yara teased playfully. "I'll be out in ten minutes, I'm faster than you. Wait, here." She threw a dagger at her, which she managed to catch.

She nodded and stood on the other side of the door. She tied back the brown hair she owned, almost everyone had black hair but her. It was the most precious thing she had because no matter how much salt or light it got, it always stayed moisturized and beautiful. Yara was teaching her to braid her hair so it wouldn't bother her when it was time to shoot arrows or to avoid being caught by one, because her father trained them for stealth and that included attacks with the bow, he had a good aim, but she managed to hide and camouflage herself very well, it was the only talent she possessed.

She looked at the dagger, she was a bit clumsy with weapons, her hands were sweating and she got very nervous thinking about her opponent's next attack. The other iron children teased her and called her "the continental trash". Sometimes she felt she deserved it…what kind of rock woman didn't know how to defend herself? She fixed her gaze on the edge, it showed her the small face of an eight-year-old girl, her soft cheeks and walnut-colored eyes. He felt like crying, it was said that her brown eyes were like those of her mother, who walked barefoot through the corridors calling for her children who would never return.

Except for Theon, every night Gudrun prayed that he would return, that the wretched Eddard Stark would free her brother from the cruelties of Winterfell and that he would come, and it would be the three of them against the world again.

A servant glanced at her as he swept the courtyard.

Gudrun threw a spit on the ground with a defiant look, she was never to show weakness. For better or worse her luck she was a Greyjoy.

"Gudrun?"

"I'm here" she replied instantly, the door opened and Yara stepped out resplendent as a nereid with her clean clothes on.

"What were you thinking of? Because defending myself I doubt it" she pointed out as she awkwardly held the dagger.

"That the continentals don't know the fucking difference between a nereid and a mermaid."

"Continentals are imbeciles by nature" she stated as if she knew the whole world.

"Yara…"

"Yes?"

"Will you tell me something to put me to sleep? Something about Theon, about Mom, about whatever, about pirates, about the sea."

"Sure, little sister" so as not to look so soft in the eyes of the others, meaning Tristifer Botley, she kicked some dust towards the boy "but first we have to give the peeping toms a beating."

"I wasn't looking, I swear. Y-your father is calling both of you for dinner" The boy's tan face was shades of pink, he always got nervous when Yara was around.

"Really?" her sister challenged, stepping in front of the boy. There seemed to be something between them that Gudrun could not understand. "If not, I swear I'll kick your ass in practice tomorrow."

She took her by the hand again and they both walked towards the living room, without waiting for Tristifer's answer.

Before, there were decorations made of sea minerals, beautiful and flooding the place with pleasant sea scent. Now, everything seemed to be dry, dark and odorless. They both trotted to the living room, more to have fun than to anticipate the parental call. Dinner was almost always heard snorts of old gentlemen, stupid drinkers and if they were fortunate, they ate a delicious fish ceviche with seafood. Gudrun's mouth watered, she adored that dish like almost every iron man. Lemon was rare, so the lower people used the cheapest orange they could find. While here, it was made from green lemons, the product of the plundering of the bravest and most experienced pirates. Gudrun wished she was a pirate and in command of her sister Yara instead of cooking ceviche for a husband.

When they entered, the room was half full. They made room for each other by elbowing and squealing, close to their father. Gudrun allowed herself to forget the torment of today and what was to come for some good ceviche and Yara's storytelling.

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[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

"Anna, my love, I have to tell you something. I don't know how you'll feel about me when I do though, so before I say anything I want to tell you how much I love you. How much you mean to me."

"Wait. You sound like you're trying to say goodbye."

"No, no. I'm planning to stick around. But I don't know if you are."

"What, did you cheat on me? What happened?"

"It's not that, nothing like that. It's... Sit down."

My wife, the love of my life, sat, and I studied her. We'd been together for five years at this point, married for three. And I had still never told her. I feared that the betrayal of keeping this secret would hurt her more than the secret itself, but after so long it had just gotten harder and harder.

"Do you remember about two years ago, when you came home all bruised and cut? You looked like you'd been in a fight, but you refused to tell me what happened."

"I do. It was just an accident, it was nothing-"

"I did that to you."

"What? That's impossible, what are you..."

"I'm Nightstalker. And I know that you're Daylight."

"That's... What are you talking about, that's ridiculous!"

"It's not. After that fight, I snuck behind you. I was planning on finishing you off, but I noticed you had taken your mask off. I saw you. The woman I will always love. And I didn't know what to do."

"You could have told me! You could have stopped being a fucking villain! What is wrong with you?"

"You don't understand! I know you have to keep being a hero, but other villains will try to hurt you if they think that we're not rivals anymore-"

"So every time. Every fucking time I've come home bruised and bleeding, and you cleaned it up and reassured me, you did that to me? You've nearly killed me!"

"And you've nearly killed me! But I have to, to keep you safe. I want you to continue being a hero, because the world needs you, but I'm trying to protect you-"

"Clearly I don't need protection if I've nearly killed you." Her eyes began to glow. "How dare you live in this home, kiss me good morning, how dare you touch me when you have known for years and never told me!" She began to levitate a few inches off the floor. Energy gathered in her hands, and I knew what was coming. But she was right. And this time, I wouldn't fight back.

Just before the energy hit me, my mind went elsewhere. Memories of her, of us, flickered through my mind. I remembered meeting her, in the back of a packed classroom. Meeting up with her to study, talking about horror movies, texting late into the night and into early morning. I remembered telling her I had feelings for her, and our first time kissing. Before everything was complicated, before I became Nightstalker.

A memory of going down a zip line with her. She convinced me, even though I'm afraid of heights. Another of going to the Renaissance Faire together. Of me braiding her hair, of her excitedly telling me about podcasts and movies I didn't know, but it was worth it to hear her talk.

Then I remembered her coming home with unexplained bruises. I remembered her getting defensive when I asked what happened, and not understanding what was happening to the woman I loved. I remembered becoming Nightstalker. The original died, and their power chose me. A bit of a wrong place, wrong time situation. But I took up the mantle of Nightstalker, and I knew it was wrong. Unfortunately, Daylight and the original Nightstalker had had their rivalry since long before me. She sought me out, and our rivalry began. I just thought it would be best to fight, so that Daylight didn't try to find me, and by extension, Anna. If only I had known then.

I remembered our worst fight. I nearly killed her. And afterwards, I tried again. But she had hidden to nurse her wounds, and took off her mask. I saw Anna, the love of my life. Hurt nearly beyond recognition. And I had done that to her.

I tried to stop, but after I stopped being Nightstalker she was targeted by others. People had respect for the original Nightstalker, and would leave their rivalries alone. Unless they thought Nightstalker was gone. Then she wasn't safe.

I remembered her coming home sore and cut up, and running a bath instead of asking questions. Bandaging her wounds, and kissing her forehead when I was done. I tried to protect her.

The energy from her hands, stronger than I'd ever seen, hit me in the chest and it all went black.

Writing Prompt #2723

"Wait. You sound like you're trying to say goodbye."

"No, no. I'm planning to stick around. But I don't know if you are."

[may-bonne]

Sorry I'm basically blowing up your inbox today 👉👈

I know a few of the Mrod blogs on here were femslashy. Especially when she was dating Cara. If it wasn't about them, it was about Rain and Alice or Luz and Miss San Antonio. The het stuff definitely dominated though and it was definitely Vin's fault. Part of me is now morbidly curious about that poetry

Ahhh I have a rant locked and loaded for the majority of Mrod's movies. That outfit was terrible! I HATE when writers think motherhood has to completely soften and suck the personality out of character. It's always a blouse or a cardigan I swear to god. It's not a big surprise that female characters in a series about zooming cars around get the short end of the stick but that doesn't make it any less annoying. Elena having Dom's baby instead of Letty is one of the less stupid decisions imo. I'll have to skim back through F9 again to get my thoughts all back in order brb with that full rant. Fuck Hobbs and Shaw why can't we have a true Letty and Mia focused flick!!

Yeeessshh no worries. I was born the year Girlfight came out ✌️ Talk about Frank's cock all you want

That clothing line would be a problem for my wallet I'm not sure it could handle. The interviews were generally a little painful but I must have watched most of them anyway

The nice thing about the Resident Evil series is that most of the fandom now is femslash because Alice has homoerotic tension with at least one character in every movie. There's a part in the third film where she blatantly checks out Claire Redfield's ass when she walks away and she runs across a room to pet Rain's hair to comfort her in the first one. Quality cinema

don't you dare apologize!! i'm hanging on the telephone. i never realized how much tumblr asks could resemble my preferred method of communication (long rambling emails) and i've had a hard time getting people irl to do that instead of just texting me :/

the mrod poems were written by "bryan s. coe" (who i just googled and discovered is perhaps a digital marketing strategist in detroit these days). the two i still have links to are titled "poem to a hottie on a zip line" and "euphemistic poem to a woman with sub-machine gun" and are about nikki from breed and chris from s.w.a.t. respectively. i feel this stanza from the second one needs to be shared:

while everyone takes cover and protects their body i spy around the corner and see a special weapons hottie those sure are some special "weapons," wouldn't you say kind of appropriate that s.w.a.t. ends with a t and an a!

and it goes on in that vein. extensively. i mean, come on, dude. the meter is all off!! you need to cut "and see" from the second line and "that" from the fourth. also that is a very liberal definition of "euphemistic"

i like the idea of just generally defining time in mrod movies. *guy living in a dystopian future where that's all that remains of our civilization voice* "yeah my great great grandmother was born the year girlfight came out"

personally i thought i got blue crush but that's 2002 :/

i agree that they were right not to knock letty up. the only tragic part is i think she's probably too old to play pregnant now and i would have liked to see that just as fuel for some letty/mia fantasies :(( i can't even imagine what they would have dressed her in. considering you would think mia's 75% sundress wardrobe would be pretty transferable to maternity clothes and they still put her in that ruffled yellow abomination

i kind of wish it hadn't even been dom's kid though. like wouldn't that have been more in keeping with the family-goes-beyond-blood thing? dom could have still done all that crazy crap to rescue elena and her baby. i also hate elena dying. i really did not like fate of the furious in general and it didn't have mia so what was the point anyway. i kind of recognize that objectively f9 might have been the nadir of the franchise but it gave us letty and mia's tokyo dinner date so i'll always love it

also mia going in for the hug just grinning like hey! letty! it's great to see you! and then it cuts to letty, like, closing her eyes and huffing the scent of her hair. baby this is why in my head you've been hung up on her for decades

they need to do a mia & letty spinoff and i feel like there's no way it's actually going to happen. vin's too much of an egotist he would shove himself in there to present himself as the king of feminism or something and then the movie would just be his big dumb head like always. i'm holding out hope they'll kill him in the last movie for pathos but it's probably in his contract that they aren't allowed to

last note on f9 is that i love how after all that backpatting for finally having the gals share a scene it STILL doesn't pass the bechdel test because they exclusively talk about han, brian, jacob, dom, and little brian in that order. i do like when mia says "you'll always be my sister." i hope letty got off to that furiously and guiltily in the shower and then cried

don't even get me started on how the franchise butchers mia. my whole ao3 presence is basically a 750,000-word manifesto on how badly i think they screwed her over. i'm not even asking for that much but just let her be a fucking doctor you'd think with eleven million bucks she could afford to go to med school

[marvel-ousmondays]

Captain America: The First Avenger

So this movie will most likely be a bit different in review to all the others. I've seen this film more than any of the other MCU films. Why? Well, firstly, I have made previous runs at watching the entire MCU and those times I did it in timeline order, which meant this one came first. Secondly, I literally adore every actor in it, especially Chris Evans and Hayley Atwell.

I can sincerely say that I appreciate this movie more every single time I watch it.

This time what came to mind most strongly was that I think this movie, despite its minimal female cast, falls under "The Bisexual Gaze".

For those unfamiliar, there was a tumblr post (apologies for the reddit link but it's the closest I've found to the original so far) a while back talking about movies that just as there are movies made from the male gaze (both of the Iron Man movies so far definitely qualify) and movies made from the female gaze (I'd argue The Marvels was made from this and I've heard people use the Birds of Prey movie as a good example), that some movies are made from the Bisexual Gaze. The best example is The Mummy with Brendan Fraser and Rachel Weisz.

The short explanation given to define the Bisexual Gaze is usually "everyone's hot" but I'd say it's more than that. Yes, everyone is hot, but no one is overly sexualized or, more importantly, objectified. People can be sexual, yes, but there is clear choice and consent involved OR actual (not "coy") outrage when such choice and consent are violated. Everyone is not only attractive physically but is shown to have valuable skills that contribute to their success- be it intelligence or combat skills or emotional intelligence. The Bisexual Gaze is in many ways the Human first gaze. (Pansexuals, if you want to also call it the Pansexual gaze, I'd say have at it.)

So instead of just gushing about how much I love the Captain America movie, I'm going to instead ramble about why I think it fits the Bisexual gaze. And of course, as a bi person, we all know my opinion is God on this one. (Sarcasm, that was sarcasm, don't come for me.)

Chris Evans is hot. Obvious. However, this is particularly interesting in this movie as he's first portrayed as a scrawny guy that many would not define as traditionally hot. (I have no problems with smaller scrawny guys but will say that CGI hurts the look a little here as his head is too big for the frame given.) We then get his transformation and it is the one shirtless scene we're given. He even puts a shirt back on before chasing Erskine's killer. This is my point about minimal sexualization/objectification. We see Captain America in a full coverage uniform the majority of the time and his uniform is less than flattering at first. Despite having a well built and traditionally attractive male lead, the emphasis is NOT on his physique, but on his actions and his emotions. THIS is what we are drawn to- his determination to take down bullies, his love and care for his friends, his dedication to what is right. Hotness extending beyond a simply beautiful body.

Hayley Atwell is hot. I would both LOVE to look like Hayley Atwell and to, well, get with Hayley Atwell. She is gorgeous. But she's gorgeous in that 1940s way of a full coverage blouse, a skirt that does not dare go above the knee, and just the right amount of make-up and hair skill. We see her in the red dress once but even it is a modest cut by today's standards. I'm going to say this for completeness sake- Atwell has a great chest but this film did not center the camera on it- her FACE is the center of the frame if she is alone on camera OR it is the space between her and her speaking partner. I make this point because this filming decision is the number one reason I can argue why a movie with only 1 female lead is indeed an example of the bisexual gaze- Peggy is ALWAYS treated with respect by the cameraman and by extension, the director. She's also in charge of her body. When Hodge makes crass comments towards her, she orders him about and knocks him out, demonstrating that such actions will not be tolerated. She's also integral to all planning and pushing the plot forward. SHE saves Cap from the dude with flame throwers before the major showdown with Red Skull, which is key to cementing their equality in partnership. He's technically the superhero, but Peggy Carter needs no serum.

The closest thing to a "sex" scene is led by a female. If you're thinking "what scene is she talking about", I am referring to the scene with the blond secretary who comes on to Cap while he's waiting to talk to Stark. This scene is especially important given the time period the movie is set in. This woman openly flirts and then grabs Cap and pulls him into a kiss. He is clearly surprised and quickly uncomfortable with that situation (going back to actual rejection of ignoring consent). It is a reversal of the gender roles that would have been typical at that time in a variety of ways. Cap is male and the higher rank but he is not remotely using his position to get female attention. In fact, he sits a good distance away from the woman when told he can wait. But this woman sees something she wants and she grabs it. (Inappropriately, but she does.) And unlike Black Widow, she's not doing this as a manipulation tactic- she just wants the bloke.

Cap is shown to be an intellectual. This was a new detail for me this round but there is a brief scene in the montage of his training pre-serum where he is unpacking stacks of books. This recognition makes it so much more understandable why he's able to look at a map for 3 seconds and remember where bases were located or quickly strategize how best to use his team as battle conditions change. It also adds to him as a person- of course the scrawny kid from Brooklyn who couldn't really fight took himself to the library to find other ways to better himself.

Cap and Bucky- Just friends? Obviously this becomes more of a thing later. And Cap is clearly in love with Peggy. But I'd argue at least that Bucky has some level of feeling for Steve that goes beyond regular friendship. It may be simply brothers-in-arms or found family, but it's hard to deny that Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan eye contact has some homoerotic vibes to it. While we're on it, Stark appears to have some level of feelings towards Cap as well. This is shown more clearly in the Agent Carter series (spoilers) but I'd say Steve Rogers makes more than a few 1940s men question just where they lie on the Kinsey scale.

Tommy Lee Jones does not care how hot anyone is. This may seem like an odd one, but hear me out. In most films where there is one female lead among a bunch of men, that woman has all the men wrapped around her finger which is why she's allowed to be the lead. And as we've established, Peggy Carter (as portrayed by Hayley Atwell) is a capable, compelling, and hot female lead. But Tommy Lee Jones as the colonel does not give a flying fuck. He just doesn't. He tells her off or threatens to multiple times. He sees her as a soldier, not as an attractive woman. And I don't think this is an age thing. We don't see him look at any of them women that pass him (a few are shown bustling around the SSR) nor does he mention a wife or any female interest. This is a man with a singular focus- win the war- and he will use the best people, whoever they are, to do that. He's also not moved by Cap's hotness. After his initial display of skill post serum, Jones orders Cap to a lab because he's the only super soldier he's got. He later begrudgingly agrees to use him after he frees Bucky and the other men, but this is solely about using an excellent tool to an end. His character may not literally be asexual, but his actions are within this context. And THAT does not exist in a male gaze movie.

Speaking of ace rep... Both Red Skull and Dr. Zola never show the slightest sexual interest in anything or anyone. Their focus is on taking control of the world and science. Now I won't claim there isn't anything problematic with villains being cast in asexual lights more than heroes, but I do think it's interesting simply because it shows how little of this movie is sexually or even romantically motivated. We have ONE romantic storyline and even it takes a backseat to the job of winning the war. Our power-hungry villains don't seem to care about women (or men) in a sexual way- they just want control in general. I'm not sure I'm expressing this well but there's something to be said about two men NOT being motivated by a desire for female adoration in any way.

Aesthetics. This is going to 100% be my view and I don't have the words to express it well but it's my blog so it's going in. The grain of the majority of this film that created the 1940s feel heightens glamour but lowers sleekness and sexiness. It makes you want to watch these people but in a wanting to KNOW them way, not in a how they fill out their outfit way. We have one real scene of sleekness and that is after Cap busts out of his "hospital" into Times Square and that is portrayed as overwhelming and overstimulating- not sexual at all. That grain is even kept in his fake hospital wing.

I am noting right now that some of this could be argued to be a Demisexual gaze, and rightly so. Captain America DEFINITELY strikes me as demisexual.

A couple final notes. I really appreciate the diversity in Cap's chosen team. Not just that there are different races and ethnicities represented, but they are represented in unique ways. Our Asian chap is gruff and takes no shit and makes sure people know he's from Fresno (American born and bred), rather than meek and bookish. The black soldier went to Howard University (prestigious and HBCU) and is the linguist of the group, a role reserved for intellectuals in tv and movies. Even Dum Dum, who is a giant, well built, typical white dude is constantly cheery and funny rather than a brute. They don't get a ton of screen time but they make the most of what they do get.

And finally, I had, like most I imagine, assumed Red Skull had died from touching the untethered Tesseract. But this time I noticed that it does indeed look more like he got sucked into a Bifrost type stream. SPOILER- This makes his reappearance in Infinity War much more logical (within the MCU of course).

If you've only watched this one once, I strongly suggest a second viewing. I really feel this one more than any of the others (at least so far) gets better with each watch. Next time I get to do a couple of One-Shots, which is exciting for reducing list purposes.

Note for me:

Directed by: Joe Johnston

[marzipanandminutiae]

I mean, I think if this is about the recent Karolina Zebrowska video, you really need the full context to get what she's saying

yes, Woman Wearing Pants With Sword is much more a period drama Girlboss trope from the early 00s than something commonplace now. but the rest of the video involves the Karolina character throwing out ways for a female character to be a badass that happened IRL in history

like "okay so she has a business empire! no? well, she's a philosopher who uses her correspondence to fight misogynistic- still no? okay okay, she's a scientist and in spite of professional sexism, she makes this great discovery that changes the world! no dice? alright. maybe she's just really determined and charismatic and everyone who meets her respects her because of her intelligence and force of will-"

and then the director character cuts her off with "wait...what if she has a WEAPON and she's great at MARTIAL ARTS with NO TRAINING. and she wears PANTS"

yeah, she could have picked a less outdated Annoyingly Common Excuse For Doing Zero Research Into Women's Real Lived Experiences- eg. "what if she WEARS HER HAIR DOWN AND NO CORSET because she's LIBERATED. also she uses MODERN SLANG and DRINKS A LOT and she DARES TO BE THE MOST COTTAGECOREST IN THE VILLAGE." she was probably drawing on tropes she remembered from her teen years- the Elizabeth Swann factor, if you will. but the point was still pretty legit IMO

I don't know if you're referencing something else, but that particular video was the furthest thing from wanting a tradwife main character

(also if anyone so much as THINKS about bringing the I Refuse To Understand What Abby Cox Is Saying In This Video Because I'm Mad She Called Out Mary Wollstonecraft's Shitty Take On Other Women Liking Fashion discourse into this, I'm going to scream. and so would OP. because she agrees with me on that one; we have talked about it extensively)

I'm really sympathetic to a lot of the criticisms about period dramas of the last ~decade, but I also see period drama circles making fun of women in pants wielding weapons than...I actually see women...in period dramas....wearing pants and wielding weapons...

[yeslordmyking]

When do we stop shaming people for not having read the comics? Dead serious. It's time to accept that maybe not everybody can find every Moon Knight, Spiderman, and She-Hulk issue cover to cover and read it.

Cuz my Marvel Comics app charges like $15 per issue when there's oh maybe about 12000 comics from the past 50 to 80 years I need to read to understand the MCU and I only get the first 4 pages of each for free. I have no choice but to google the most iconic pages of Civil War or YouTube videos that have to paraphrase 45 X-Men issues in 12 minutes to explain the ToP 15 EaStEr EgGs YoU mIsSeD iN tHe fInAlE oF lOkI, or Marvel Wiki in hopes to understand slivers of the dynamic of character's relationships, the scope of their powers and abilities, every B list character's background story, who hasn't Tony Stark gone out with, the moral ambiguity of the Punisher, who joined the Avengers and then quit and then rejoined and then quit again, why Felicia Hardy is an Iron (?) Cat (?) etc etc etc and hope to understand characterisation, tone, and accuracy of events in order to judge the quality of cinematic adaptations to source material I only have access to like 6% of.

So next time you want to explain how every MCU movie is unwatchable and when someone who likes it disagrees you retort with "they've never read the comics" like please send a check for three hunnit to get them started on some comics, Mr Geekier-Than-Thou Comic Guru. C'mon buddy, help me out, open your purse. Otherwise like honestly shut up. I can't speak for everyone, but my lack of comic reading is because I'm lower middle class and don't have hundreds of dollars to gain access to a century of comics. Not because I'm an illiterate neanderthal that can only take in information through pretty moving pictures or whatever elitism fans with access to comics have. I have many hobbies that I can't sustain financially. Others don't have enough time to sit down and read 90 Fantastic Four issues. Some people just don't care because paper pages don't explode on in 3D with action music blasting in the background.

And thank you to all the nice geeks that don't gatekeep Marvel and make helpful videos or internet posts that are meant to help guide people into better understanding of the comics and how the movies pertain to them. Especially the ones that were there when the MCU was just in phase one. And even the OG Spiderman, F4 and X-Men films before then. It couldn't possibly cover everything, but it's helped a lot through the years ❤️

[spookygothmommy]

Eddie Munson X Fem Reader!!

*Reader is a tomboy in this story, she grew up around the hellfire boys and ended up always being boyish and having short hair, so when she gets dared to look "girly" for once everyone loses it especially Eddie.*

*also pics I used in this area from Pinterest that I found! I don't owe any pics!*

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It's just another day at school hanging out with the hellfire boys, playing truth or dare is a game you guys always play on Fridays. It's never shocking when the boys dare eachother to do something gross or weird, they even dared you to eat the questionable meat the lunch gives out.

But today was different, Dustin dared you to dress girly for once and play the girly act all day for school on Monday. "Dustin how could I even do that when my whole closest looks like teenage boys closet?!" You tell Dustin. Mike and Lucas laugh because you of all people could never pull off this girl look. "Come on y/n! I'll get Nacy to take you shopping, she will know how to get you all dolled up!" Mike said. "I don't know guys, I never really been dolled up except for picture day back in kindergarten" you sigh hoping they will just give you another dare but doesn't seem like it's happening this time.

Eddie comes to the table going on about his crush that works at his favorite record store, no one knew that you had a crush on Eddie except dusty buns. Some how that big mouth of his hasn't spit it out that you have a huge crush on Eddie. "Guys like she is just so hot! Her long hair looks so soft and her makeup looks so sexy!" Eddie says to the boys and you. You rolled your eyes in annoyance at how he so in love with a girl he never even talked to.

The bell ringed for next period, everyone got up except you. "Hey y/n you coming?" Eddie ask. "Huh? Uh yeah I'm coming" you get up walking behind him. As you walk behind him you can't stop but stare at how big his shoulders are, makes you think dirty thoughts about what he would look like without a shirt. You shake your head, how could you think of him like that he is just one of the guys and you pretty much are just a friend to him and that's all you will ever be.

*after school you ended up walking to the mall to pick out some clothes*

You see some cute boyish shirts and pants that would fit you nicely, as you are about to go to pick them up you notice a cute outfit in the window. It was all black which you liked but to girly for your taste.

You decide to just say screw it and buy it and prove to the boys on Monday that you can win any bet, you also ended up getting hair extensions to top it off!.

Monday morning you where standing outside of school waiting for the boys to show up and prove to them that you can win this dare. First Dustin and Mike and Lucas showed up and didn't even recognize you, you pull Dustin's hat off his head to get the attention. "Hey that's mi- wait y/n?!? Is that really you?" You smile "sooo did I do this dare right or do I just look stupid?" You ask. "Hey guys have you seen y/n?" Eddie asked the boys "oh hi my name is Eddie and you are?" You stare at Eddie like he is an idiot but you can't blame him, you didn't look like your self at all and look like a new student. "Eddie it's me y/n, the boys dared me to dress girly so here I am and I win!" "Eddie? Hello? earth to Ed's!".

The man was to stunned to speak "i- yo- y/n!?!?" Eddie got really red in the face and literally couldn't finish a sentence without drooling. "Hey Eddie you are gonna catch a fly with your mouth open" Lucas says. "I'm sorry but y/n just looks so damn beautiful I just can't comprehend that it's her" Eddie says still just staring you down.

"Ed's ?" He never said that to you before but little did you know Eddie has always had a crush on you but never wanted to admit it so he was always talk about the record store girl to get you off his mind but dear God you looking like this was not helping him one bit.

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This is the end of this part, I'll be making part 2 soon. I'm literally writing this while trying to keep my self awake lol. Also I did not proof read this so if any mistakes are found i'm sorry! But I hope you enjoyed this part 1 and part 2 will be out soon!.*

[losingluckynumbers]

New short(ish) hair and how I regret every life decision ever that has led me to where I am today

Something unsurprising happened: I did a stupid thing. I cut my hair. I got a “low bob”/“lob”. (Well, a hairdresser cut it  - even I’m not that stupid, except that I am, but we’ll get to it.) Now when straightened it just about touches my shoulders. My hair hasn’t been this short in about 15 years. I had this awkward phase in middle school when my hair was close to this length. It looked awful. A perm was included. Don’t ask. Nobody makes smart choices at that age. 

But most people learn from their mistakes. Clearly, I’m not one of them. (No I did not get a perm, even my idiocy has its limits.)

The full story filled with regret, burnt body parts, and self-loathing behind the cut.

Background: I had long hair but in terrible condition, the ends were practically dead and it was tangled 24/7 . So I figured hey, middle length cut is back in style and it’s advertised as the most low-maintenance cut ever, I want that! So what if it didn’t work out before and I ended up wearing my hair on a ponytail for the entire middle school - for a reason - maybe I just didn’t know how to style but I know better now. I was dreaming about those cool beachy waves you see everywhere. My hair is naturally curly, but not in a nice way (it is possible for hair to be curly and flat and totally unmanageable), and I never had the patience to use hot tools to curl my long hair. I always tried to straighten it as much as I could and that was all I could do to it. I wanted a change.

Mistake number one: Pinterest. NEVER EVER GO ON PINTEREST FOR HAIR INSPIRATION. Or instagram. Or look at celebrities. No you can’t pull that off. No you don’t have a personal stylist. Control yourself ffs. 

Mistake number two: cutting your hair will make it easier to style. WRONG. I figured if I got a cut that would allow me to tie it up when needed while being much shorter than it was, I could create all these pretty styles I couldn’t handle with my long stubborn hair. Ha ha HA. No. Now my hair is just short and stubborn - and therefore even more difficult to manage. Still dry, still rough, still flat. 

Mistake number three: not realising what cutting your hair will do to it. I kinda knew I have thick hair but it had been in such a bad condition for so long that I guess I forgot. However, once all that dead weight was cut off, it wasn’t replaced with shine and flow - it was replaced by even heavier weight of my thick hair on my neck - it’s not that thick on the sides, just in the back. Somebody please bring back mullets?

Mistake number four: ignoring your limitations. I have a really high forehead and a visible scar on it, so I need bangs of some sort. Always. The problem is, I hate bangs, and I never get heavy ones. But still, I always have bangs and I hate them. But I hate my forehead even more so there you go. Long or short hair, I can’t win. Also, naturally curly hair means layering is not really an option because it leads to multiple ends sticking out in every direction, and there’s not a damn thing I can do about that (I learnt the hard way). So I didn’t get layers this time. Thick hair. Heavy weight. See where I’m going with this?

Emotional breakdown: burnt all my fingers and both my ears with a curling wand. I spent all day yesterday trying to style my new hair: curl it, pin it up, straighten it, anything and everything. Watched a shitload of youtube tutorials. Nothing worked and I was in tears. I ended up trimming the ends myself last night (we’re literally talking about 2 a.m.), just to break them a little. I refuse to count this as a mistake because it actually helped a little bit, even if the affect would be purely psychological, I take it. I’ve never trimmed anything but my bangs before so thank God this didn’t result in a complete disaster or else I would be booking an over-priced emergency appointment to any hairdresser I could find while crying on the phone. (Disclaimer: I’m not encouraging anyone to cut their hair themselves. Just. Don’t. Do. It.)

Current situation: I need to start wearing hats. I hate my hair. I hate myself. I hate everything and everyone. I’m currently wearing a high bun held up by a thousand bobby pins and I intend to wear my hair like this for the next six months and/or stay at home (because I’m really not a hat person, who am I kidding). If I wear my hair down now it either looks like a triangle or a box - or both (this is also a thing that can happen). I have my official university graduation party on Friday and I’ll probably just pull a paper bag over my head, cut some eye-holes and... I don’t know. Perhaps one day I will accept the harsh fact that I can never style my hair to look nice - but today is not that day. Today just sucks.

SEND HELP.

[girlwithwolftatoo]

A sudden idea came into my mind and that's why I mixed this two requests together. Please, enjoy...

Goddess within

Summary: After trying to help Steven, you're caught by Harrow's people, and then taken to Egypt with them. The reason behind it, along with no so happy situations, leads you into an impossible path.

Warnings: Kidnapping, dubious consent, angst, praise kink, bondage, cunnilingus, force-feeding (a little), open ending.

"So what are we going to do with her?" Bobbi nodded to you, glancing sideways at Arthur with a half smile. Despite having your hands tied behind your back, you were doing your best to make it clear that you weren't going to give up so easily, until Harrow planted himself in front of you, crouching down to meet your level. The hilt of his cane brushed your forehead to push aside a lock of hair, and you glared at him.

Arthur's eyes noticed the bloodstain on your jeans. He sighed, and spoke to you in his usual calm voice:

"You're hurt" he stretched out a hand, which he was about to rest on your knee but for you spitting at him.

"Get away from me!" you shrieked, and Bobbi didn't hesitate to give you a sharp shove that nearly sent you face first to the ground.

"How dare you -?" she reprimanded you, but Harrow stopped her with a gesture. He wiped the spittle off with the back of his hand, and didn't seem the least bit annoyed.

"Leave her alone, Bobbi. She's suffered enough" Everyone took it for granted that he meant you were hurt and at the mercy of the sworn enemy, but something in the way he said it, the way he looked at you, made even you feel intimidated. "I saw you" he continued, turning to you "You were in the museum."

You frowned, determined to hold his gaze in defiance. You worked there, yes, thanks to an internship that gave you the freedom to flit among the unexhibited documents while you prepared to become a restorer. Your work was lonely, you spent most of the day in a special room making notes of the special needs that extensive papyrus scrolls and fragments of bas-reliefs had, but fortunately there was something to brighten those moments....

Steven.

Was he all right? That day things came together in a strange way. You heard that it was Steven who destroyed one of the bathrooms in the museum, but you didn't believe it, sweet Steven would never do something like that... But then, when you went to visit him, you found that there was a woman there, who told you a couple of things that still hurt you deep in your heart.

Arthur blinked slowly, looking at you with pity. Then, he stood up and ordered:

"Take her to my house. And don't worry about anything, we'll be fine. We already have what we needed.”

...

Even if you had had the strength to escape, you wouldn't have gotten far. The wound in your leg had been attended to by one of the community doctors, but it still caused you a stabbing pain every time you put your foot down, and on the other hand, discreetly, Harrow had placed a detachment in the hotel and the immediate vicinity to keep an eye on you. You still didn't understand why they had taken you with them to Egypt, whatever information you could give them (and wouldn't tell them anyway) was useless to them. But Harrow insisted, and there you were, sitting on a bed wondering if there was a way to get a message to the hotel to let them know you were there by force.

And all the while, you were still thinking about Steven. You remembered with great nostalgia those eyes full of kindness that smiled at you before his lips every morning, when you were on your way to your little lab, the few but wonderful times you could go out together for a walk in London, unpretentious dates where you would buy a snack and talk about anything, because talking to Steven was not only simple, but liberating.

The door to the room opened, and Harrow appeared carrying a tray of food. Behind him, Bobbi's eyes glanced at you briefly, narrowed, before the door closed. The man turned to you, with a quiet smile, and showed you the tray.

"To avoid another incident, I ordered something more commercial today. And I reckon you'll find it difficult to use a soda can as a weapon, so I took the liberty of including it..." 

Of course, you knew Arthur was referring to your first attempt to threaten him with a knife that came included with breakfast when you arrived in Cairo. Since then you've been left without food, you had to make a great effort not to even look at the durum resting on the tray. Harrow for his part was not offended and sat down next to you.

"I ordered yours with meat, you're not a vegetarian are you?" he asked. He looked at you with great interest, your eyes constantly averted but he could almost hear your insides begging for food "You're not going to gain anything from this hunger strike, (Y/N), except hurt yourself." 

A scoffing noise left your lips.

"What, do you care about me?" you asked, sarcastically.

"Believe it or not, yes" he replied. It was unbearable not knowing exactly what he was thinking or feeling, his voice never let you see. "I care about the kind souls of this world, (Y/N), that's why I do all this."

"What, throw jackals from hell at people?" you weren't just saying it for Steven, you were saying it for yourself, the wound on your leg was proof of that. "Kill, kidnap?"

"Your dear Steven Grant has done many reprehensible things too, or rather, the other man who lives inside him, that other personality is so bloodthirsty that only an unjust and cruel god could have chosen him as his avatar."

Your attention was so sudden that Harrow was surprised that you returned his gaze for the first time in days without your usual aggressive gesture.

"Another man?" you asked "Are you talking about...Marc?"

"I get the impression that Steven hasn't been entirely clear with you, but I don't judge him, he's not sure what that means either" Arthur reached out and took the durum, offering it to you. As you again ignored him, he began to gently unwrap it. "In that body there are two beings, a seemingly harmless man who works in a gift shop with you, your partner and friend, as far as I know, and a complete stranger to you, a former soldier, mercenary... in other words, an assassin. Two beings so different that their scales are unbalanced, and cannot be properly judged. And then..." he moved closer, extending his free hand towards you "there's you."

He brought the durum close to your lips, and you turned your head like a child throwing a tantrum. Harrow held you by the jaw, squeezing it to force your mouth open, and pushed the food between your lips despite your protests. You looked at him, wishing him the worst in your mind, but he kept shoving the durum in, so you had no choice but to bite down on it to avoid choking. Something in his face denoted satisfaction.

"That's right... Now, the reason you're here is complicated, so I'll start with the simple stuff. You're friends with Steven Grant, probably the least guilty of the two guys living in that enslaved body, and you made a big mistake by following him that night. Did you want to help him? Yes, I can see that, you would never abandon a friend who's in trouble... But- forgive me..." When he was sure you had gulped down the first mouthful of durum, Arthur took the can of soda and opened it, sticking a straw in to offer it to you "But right now, do you have any idea where they are? Have you ever thought that, maybe, to Steven you were important, but not so to Marc?"

"What are you implying?" you growled.

"Suppose Marc Spector is here in Cairo. He's clearly looking to stop me, his priority is to prevent us from freeing Ammit because of some very misunderstood idea of true justice. Tell me, do you think he knows you're here, with us? Is it even important to him to know if Steven's best friend is safe after losing her?"

"It seems to me that keeping you from committing your crazy scheme is more important." 

"You think so? Or maybe there are a lot more things before you in his priorities?"

An unpleasant image formed in your memory, and the words of that woman (what was her name?) echoed in your head, "His name is Marc, and he's my husband”. Her husband. Steven was married, by another name, but still.... 

You took a swig of soda just to do something, to pretend the fizz in the drink was making your eyes water, but you didn't fool Arthur. The man pushed the tray away and took your face in his hand, which you resisted and made his grip tighten. You hated those light eyes with all your soul, more so now that you felt dejected.

"They don't know what you are, (Y/N), and they never will because they are blind" he explained "Your destiny is written in the stars, and I have seen it, just as I can see your past. You came to me not by mere accident, even when I called it that, but because it was the right thing to do. You, in this body, will have to keep the spirit of a goddess."

It was disturbing, Harrow frightened you as much as you loathed him, you considered him insane, but the worst thing was that, now, he seemed to want to devour you with his eyes. You frowned, and without a second thought you slapped his hand away with a furious smack.

"You're crazy" you whispered "Completely crazy."

What you didn't expect was for Harrow to climb onto the bed with an agility you didn't imagine possible in him and grab you by the shoulders. You struggled, pushing him off with your feet as he used all his weight to smash you into the mattress, indifferent to your attacks which were now focused on trying to connect a punch or whatever.

"Get off me, get away from me!" you stretched your neck out looking to bite him, to no avail.

"When Ammit is free, she will need an avatar, someone worthy and good" Arthur managed to grab your wrists and put them over your head, as he went in search of his staff "You will become her symbol, you will lead the purification of this world, and her servants will follow you."

"Leave me alone!" 

The staff flashed before your eyes and you stood still, paralyzed with terror. Arthur murmured words you could not understand, and from the jaws of the crocodile heads slender luminous ribbons sprang up and spilled over you, slithering like snakes to bind your wrists with steely strength. Other ropes passed over your body, leaving behind them scorch-like marks that tore at your clothes, and Arthur, satisfied, laid the staff aside and bent over you.

"It is my wish" he whispered, the tip of his nose colliding with yours "to carry out Ammit's orders, and this is what she has revealed to me: her chosen avatar will come in the form of a pure-hearted woman, delivered by the enemy into my hands, and to whom before her release I must..."

His lips pressed against yours, lustful, imprisoning your mouth with an insane appetite. Again you tried to kick out, but a tingling in your legs warned you that the restraining spell was now binding them, so that your heels dug in not far from your thighs. In that cumbersome position, you were completely at Harrow's mercy, and you had nothing better to do than to keep fighting with the only thing that was still free of him.

"Bastard" you sputtered when he broke the kiss "You wretched son of a-"

His hand fell over your mouth, silencing you. You saw him frown slightly, but it was more like a parody of anger.

"You shouldn't talk that way, beautiful dove" he reprimanded you, reaching out his hand to take hold of the staff again "The incarnation of a goddess cannot speak injurious words, it's something..." before your horrified eyes, Harrow slid one of the crocodile heads right over your face "unseemly."

You felt as if something was trying to come out of your mouth. When Arthur removed his hand you let out a scream, and the strange sensation became more intense. A cloth gag appeared out of nowhere, and the whine of rage at not even being able to insult him anymore was met with a smile from your captor.

"No goddess should be bound" he murmured, sliding a finger over your lips "But for now, you are only a contender, a candidate to carry that title, so I offer my apologies for this inconvenience."

Arthur kissed your neck with the same feverish desire, you could hear him panting as he slid his lips across your skin. Resisting was the only way not to lose the battle, but it was difficult, Harrow knew where and how to touch you, he used his whole body to keep you under control while lavishing caresses meant for pleasure. Helped by the burn marks on your clothes, Arthur's hands worked their way through the fabric to grasp you more firmly.

And little by little, even though you knew that this was wrong, that he was the enemy and that you had no reason to give him a single good thought, your body surrendered to the affection and lust he was transmitting to you through his hands and mouth. He kissed down the middle of your breasts, down your stomach to your belly, brushed his fingertips over your arms until he reached your sides and breasts, and exhaled a dark sigh laden with desire.

"Perfect" he murmured, looking down at you from above. He shed his shirt and, with the sunset darkening the horizon, you caught a glimpse of some scars on his slender body that you couldn't tell if they were self-inflicted, in his twisted idea of devotion, or were much older. Either way, you didn't have much more time to dedicate to him, because taking advantage of the way your legs were tied, he took your knees and plunged his face into your crotch, depositing first timid kisses, then slow, torturous licks that were mostly directed at your clitoris, and that's when all your resistance collapsed.

Arthur seemed in a trance, devoting all his energy to eating your pussy, sucking the hypersensitive pearl, swollen from so much attention, and tentatively licking your entrance as if testing the ground. All you could do was squirm, moaning against the gag that was increasingly soaked with the saliva escaping from the corners of your lips, furious at having let yourself be overcome by a little sex, but fascinated by the exquisite sensations you kept receiving.

"My goddess" Arthur murmured, looking at you with burning eyes "Allow me to work my way inside you, allow me to lay siege to you and become one with you."

Arthur stood at your equal height and caressed your face. He untied the gag and you exhaled a whimper of relief. He was the enemy, you were never going to let that out of your sight, but you were dying to see what else he was capable of.

"Fuck me..." you commanded hoarsely, and suddenly, you added almost by inspiration "slave."

Harrow seemed to have heard the same voice of Ammit, for his face lit up and, without a moment's delay, he proceeded to comply with your request. He unbuttoned his pants, where a sizable bulge was already visible, and positioned himself between your legs to rub it, his eyes fixed on your face. You moved, impatiently, thrusting your hips toward him in a clear signal of what you needed, and Arthur placed his free hand on your belly.

"You're aroused" he commented, his hand moved down to your mons pubis, and fiddled with the short, curly hair that crowned it "I understand you, I feel that way too. Arousing a goddess requires skills that unfortunately, I lack" his middle finger found your throbbing clit and rubbed it, causing an electric sensation to hit your needy body "But I swear I will do everything in my power to make it happen."

He penetrated you somewhat roughly, but it wasn't painful. The sensation of your vagina adjusting to his cock gave you chills, and when he began his back and forth, your eyes rolled inside your skull; Arthur moved slowly, but he was really trying hard to make you enjoy it, and he held onto your waist so tightly you could feel his fingernails digging into your flesh. He threw his head back and moaned, rapt in incomprehensible bliss:

"My goddess! Your body takes over mine... Command me, please, tell me what I must do to please you!"

You bit your lower lip, desperate. Whether Harrow really pretended to believe all that stuff about you being destined to become Ammit's avatar or not, you were going to take advantage of the whole thing.

"Fuck me" you demanded with your voice vibrating with pleasure "Fuck me hard, Harrow, don't stop until I beg for my life."

You didn't know where such ravenous lust was coming from, your mind was systematically eliminating every thought that had nothing to do with the moment, Harrow ramming you with his hips, stimulating your throbbing entrance that from time to time tightened around his manhood, Harrow depositing kisses and caresses on every part of your body he had access to, Harrow and his long hard fucking cock that had you begging for more, though it seemed more like he was the one bending to you.

"Oh my goddess, my beautiful goddess!" you heard him groan between kisses, cuddling into you "So delicious, so perfect..."

"Yes, just like that..." you found yourself squealing as his shaft found its way to your G-spot "More, more... Harrow, please... yes, there! Harder! It feels so good!"

"It feels so good, my goddess, let me worship you... let me serve you..."

"Then get it fucking over with! And put your hands on my neck while I cum!"

Arthur obeyed, licking a finger to rub your clit while still penetrating you. The noises you were both making were beyond obscene, the usual calm in the man's voice had long since disappeared and his gasps echoed yours. He noticed your walls squeezing him at uneven intervals, and he knew your orgasm was about to come, so following your orders, he wrapped one hand around your neck just tight enough for you to feel it, so that seconds later you would receive the white, agonizing shock of climax.

"Harrow...!"

"My goddess... let me...!" Arthur didn't stop, enjoying the way your insides were tightening "Allow me to spill inside you!"

Allowing him to cum inside you was already crossing the line, you couldn't accept such a thing, it was on principle.

"No!" you roared, and for a moment you felt almost as if it was another voice, another part of you that you hardly knew, speaking in your place "I won't let you do that, Harrow, if you try I swear I'll-"

"All right, my goddess" he replied, submissive "Will you at least let me finish?"

You sighed and cocked your head to the side, embarrassed.

"Do it...and you can cum all over me."

Arthur proceeded to continue his onslaught. Your sensitivity brought you to a point where you noticed a second orgasm beginning to emerge, and you hurriedly let him know so he could work his magic. And as you came with the help of his fingers, Harrow spurted from inside you and, almost instantly, his seed fell onto your pubis and part of your thighs, white and hot, dripping to the mattress.

"Are you satisfied, my goddess?" asked Arthur, visibly exhausted. You nodded lightly, you felt strange, as if you were floating, and you seemed to notice, at the back of your mind, a sort of purr.

No.

It sounded more like the affectionate call of a crocodile.