#and i just watched her start loathing me in real time lol

[crplpunkklavier]

there's been this trend in the kink community lately, at least around where i live, that i'm sure, or at least want to assume, was based on good intentions. where people noticed that at a lot of kink events, like bondage workshops, cis male doms/tops were a vast majority, and that this didn't actually accurately represent our community. that a lot of those guys were misbehaving, and that non-male doms weren't getting the platform they deserved.

so the answer has been to create new events for people who aren't cis men. the german acronym for this is FLINTA, meaning Frauen, Lesben, Intergeschlechtliche, nichtbinäre, trans und agender. so, "women, lesbians, intersex, non-binary, trans and agender."

we uh... we don't even have to get into how i feel about anything being for "women and" any of these other groups, as if they're somehow mutually exclusive. it's a horrible acronym, in my opinion, and i avoid any event i see that's marked with it.

there are flinta-adjacent events that still allow cis men, such as a shibari meetup close to my town that allows cis men entry only if they are a rope bottom and accompanied by a flinta top. and like... i get it. i understand where they're coming from.

online is different, cis men have said the wildest and grossest things to me online. i'll admit that. at events, so far, cis male doms have been nothing but kind to me. you know who's been consistently weird and standoffish to me at kink events? cis women. so, if i'm uncomfortable around those based on experiences i've made, where do i go now?

what happens once i have the full beard and phallo bulge of my dreams? what, are they gonna check my birth certificate at the door? or will i be turned away and just have to live with that, since i'm a guy now?

what about the person i went out with briefly, who identified as genderqueer but was amab, used he/him, and didn't alter his appearance any, because he didn't want to? he told me he never dared to go to those events. technically, he was ~flinta~. he still didn't feel welcome.

curious!

i think we've reached for a too easy answer here. i think if cis men are a loud and often unruly majority at our events, we can't just kick them out as a whole group. we can kick out the ones who misbehave and we can uplift voices. we can make sure the teams organizing our events are diverse. we can be as vocal as possible about being safe for queer kinksters. this is already true for many cis men-inclusive events. steering clear of those under the pretense that cis men are somehow inherently more dangerous than anyone else is only going to lead to more disaster down the line.

[blush-and-books]

omg omg if u have time - what do u think their home life would be like

cause i just saw a gif set of them in the kitchen talking about the napkins donna had to buy because harvey didn’t have any and she was assembling a cheese platter and that was ok but

i literally just don’t c her going anywhere near the kitchen. like if anyone is doing the cooking it’s harvey

Omg please always send me this stuff in my asks because I LOVE IT. also I'd love to see the gifset just bc darvey content <3

I totally agree with you and offer you this: Donna is a planner. She threw together a last minute wedding for Mike and Rachel in like what, a few days??? Less than that??? She's a hostess, she is a master party and event planner, so stuff like napkins and a cheese plate is the kind of thing she's absolutely on top of. Even if she's saying she's putting a cheese plate together I'm willing to bet that it's a high priced deli doing it for her, lol.

Harvey is definitely the one working in the kitchen, but his self loathing life of a bachelor has probably led to him just keeping the bare necessities and also getting takeout a lot. I don't imagine his fridge is well stocked except with whatever he might need to put in his coffee and like, eggs. Donna will be the one making sure there's actually stuff in his kitchen and he is responsible for making it into a nice meal ☺️

like she definitely is not good at the act of really making food and tbh I expect when she makes herself food at her own place it's just a variation of pasta and some random sauce (she tries to give herself variety in that sense). She also might make a huge salad out of everything she has in the fridge and cupboards and call it a day. Low effort meals queen!! And then when Harvey starts cooking for them it kind of surprises her how long the meals take for him to cook, and she watches him keeping track of so many pans and pots and whatnot (and she's shocked bc if he can't remember his own phone number literally how does he have the brainspace to monitor all of this at once??) and it kinda hits her how cooking is a real labor of love that she doesn't know much about because it's not something she does for herself. The time going into it is an investment that he's making for them both. And so she loves his cooking even more (beyond the fact that it's probably insanely delicious)

Thank you for the ask it was the perfect way to end my night!!

[star-going-supernova]

Prompt: After vanessa is freed from ol' peepaw willy's control. One day, Gregory just sorta offhandedly comments "by the way, you had a real crappy knife as Vanny". Vanessa, understandably, questions how he knows this. Gregory proceeds to drag her to the store to buy a 4 buck knife, victoria brand (because i recently got one and omg that's sharp). Vanessa is now glad that Vanny was kind of a dummy. (I thought this could be funny!)

Basic implant background for Vanessa here! This is silly, lol.

Critique

It started with a movie trailer in which a character was shown attacking a friend because of mind control. It was all rising drama as the second character desperately tried to break their friend free without hurting them while still trying to defend themself. It struck a sour note in Vanessa. 

Had any of her victims, Gregory or otherwise, tried to snap her out of it? Begged for her to wake up, for her not to hurt them? Would they have known to? She didn’t remember enough from those months, her memory scattered and patchy. 

“You must have been so scared,” she murmured, almost without noticing. She immediately tensed when Gregory turned to look at her; That Night had been one of the Things We Don’t Talk About since it happened, and the last thing she’d meant to do was break that unspoken agreement.

But Gregory just made a dismissive noise. “Not really.” 

“Not—not really?” 

He sent her a half pitying, half apologetic look. “You were a really incompetent murderer, is all.” 

And despite how unbelievably stupid it was, Vanessa found herself mildly offended. “Excuse me?” 

Gregory sighed, put-upon. “Forget I said anything.” 

Vanessa did not, instead leaning forward to mute the TV. “No, no, we’re having this conversation. And I’m sorry for bringing it up—for making you uncomfortable, but—”

“Uncomfortable? What are you talking about?”

She gestured at him. “I don’t exactly want to make you relive a traumatic experience.” 

He stared at her blankly for a second, but before she could start to worry that he was having a flashback or something, he snorted, amused. “Ness, I hate to break it to you, but I didn’t find that night in the pizzaplex particularly traumatizing.” 

“You—what? But we, we have that silent agreement not to talk about it!” 

“Yeah. Because you get all self-loathing and thousand-yard-stare-y when you’re reminded of it.” 

“I—” Vanessa cut herself off, narrowing her eyes. Did she get like that? “But—your nightmares?”

He bit his lip, and she got the impression he was trying not to laugh at her. “I’ve never had a nightmare about you or the pizzaplex, actually.” 

“But I—your insomnia, the way you’re so tired in the morning sometimes, and sometimes you fall asleep with the light on!” 

“I have friends in other time zones,” he explained. “And what kid doesn’t stay up to all hours on YouTube? You wouldn’t believe how many theory videos are out there about Fazbear Entertainment and all the murders and stuff.” 

The murders. Her murders? Were there more murders committed by other murderers? 

They stared at each other for a long minute, Vanessa’s worldview shifting in multiple different directions and Gregory placidly watching it happen. 

“Okay, we’ll—come back to that, maybe, but—sorry, just. Let’s circle back to incompetent murderer. The hell does that mean?” 

“Let me put it simply: you dedicated six-plus hours to trying to kill me… and now I live in your house.” 

Vanessa slumped into the couch cushions, unable to argue. 

To add insult to injury, Gregory started counting off a list of incompetencies on his fingers. “Your costume was frankly comical with its bug-eyes and buckteeth and weird smile. I have to assume the mask severely limited your vision with the amount of times you just completely missed me despite me being right in front of you. You had no sense of urgency with the way you were skipping around, and you made it extremely easy to avoid you because you had no concept of stealth or subtlety. Using the animatronics to help you might have been a half decent idea if doing so hadn’t dumbed them down so much. An actual dog would’ve been better at tracking me.” 

She opened her mouth to interject, but he kept going. 

“The one time you did get close to me, you were so dead-set on maintaining the stupidest cover ever that you practically let me get away. I mean, seriously, who were you trying to fool? So what if I, the kid you were going to kill, knew Vanessa and Vanny were one and the same? And despite having an entire building’s worth of security cameras at your fingertips, you never used them to find me, and the door locks were useless with all the keycards laying around. Admittedly, that’s not entirely your fault, but as a murderer, I think you should’ve been more meticulous about that. And the worst part—”

This roast against her mind-controlled self got worse? 

“—your knife was a piece of crap.” 

A few seconds ticked by as Vanessa’s brain tried to take in his criticisms without thinking of them as points that she needed to improve upon. “What was so bad about my knife?” she asked, perhaps a bit too petulant.

Gregory shrugged. “It was a standard kitchen knife, which wasn’t the worst thing you could’ve chosen. But it clearly hadn’t seen a sharpener in way too long.” 

“How would you know?” Because, admittedly, it wasn’t like she’d ever gotten close enough for him to learn firsthand anything about her knife. 

He sucked in through his teeth, faux apologetic. “Another point against you,” he teased. “I stole your knife around 4:30 and you apparently didn’t even notice.” 

“You didn’t. You didn’t!” 

“I did!” His smile turned smug. “And I never gave it back.” 

“You still have it?” Vanessa asked. Was that something to be concerned about? Especially since he had such a clear idea of what made a person a good or bad murderer. 

“Duh. And you’re not getting it back now. It’s part of my collection.” 

Terrifying little menace. Vanessa looked back at the TV and unmuted it. Her thoughts swirled. 

A few minutes later, she huffily turned to Gregory again, smacking the couch cushion as she did, and loudly said, affronted, “Incompetent. Incompetent? Me? Really?” 

Gregory immediately bursting into laughter didn’t help her outrage. 

[hoshigray]

Omg I’m crying not eating kid’s lunch 😭😭😭😭 but that’s definitely what he gonna do!! 😭😭 but can you imagine him being girl dad 🥹🥹 ouuu I know that he will teach her to fight saying “if someone gonna try put their finger on you in school, just punch them in the face just how daddy taught you and then report to me, I’m gonna punch their parents too” anddd since our man has painted nails imagine his daughter wants to paint nails with him doing matching colors (pink 💀) 🥹🥹 he be so stubborn at first bcuz “what the hell, I am not one of your dolls”, but of course he will surrender and let her do it and after she’s done she asking “do you like it papa?” and even though he still feels stupid he will say “they look real pretty, princess” with soft smile 😭😭😭😭

Omg I’m gonna cry rn my baby fever is showing 😭😭 Dad Kuna is everything, I literally do not care how ooc that is, I love him 😞💔

GOODBYEEEE SUKUNA!?!? A GIRL DAD!!?!? ARE WE TALKING ABOUT THE SAME PERSON??? 😭😭😭😭😭😭 Okay okay let's be fr, that man is gonna do EVERYTHING in his power to make sure that lil baby doesn't paint ALL of his damn fingers. He'll compromise on a SINGLE nail. A SINGULAR nail out of like 20 💀💀💀 he likes his black so imagine the pinkie being the pink color, and the babygirl being so happy that it's still on after a while. AWWWWWWW imagine he goes to his daughter to repaint the pink whenever it's about to chip 🤧🤧 And Kuna knows you're happy about it too, trying to use your daughter to convince him on TWO nails, and he's like "Do not overstep; it's not happening." (It will happen, SLOWLY, but it will lol) I'm sure as the girl gets older and starts winning over her dad, he'll learn to be a little lenient to appease her tiny heart 😔💘💘💘

No but like YES LMFAOOO he most definitely would teach that girl how to fight!! I can see her being into "girly" stuff but loves hand-to-hand sports because their father is so good at it!! (Stop I headcanon that he lets them watch MMA fighting with him 🤭🤭 baby is most def a tomboy in spirit) bullying will definitely not be a problem, bc if they're sent to the principals office for punching a kid back or defending someone from a bully, 9 times out of ten she'll just be sent back to the classroom. Bc the entire school knows if dad picks up the phone instead of you, someone's parent is going to end up in a coma 💀💀💀OMG PROM AND DATING!???! Dude, he's gonna LOATHE the day they start asking questions about boys/girls, bc he's all like "What's their name? Who are their parents? What grade are they in? Do they do sports? Are they in the Honor Roll? How do you know them? Why do you know them? Why do you wanna date them? What makes you think I would let you be near them and out of my sight–" LIKE OMG BRO 😭😭😭😭😭

[hollowsart]

Hey Hollow, I have a (few hundred) question(s)! Do you think that Mysterio puts glitter in the smoke that he uses? Also if he did do you think he would use edible glitter? Honest questions all around.

(also another question that is more so for Aceida, does she wear different costumes for different times of the year/weather?)

((okay one more, because I know that I will forget but I've wanted to ask this question for a while, Aceida. How did you come up with her, why, and what do you think are the most important things to have for Aceida))

Thank you for answering any of this, it's just that sometimes I'm shy and then.... KABOOM lots of questions that may or may not be useful or worth your time. Anyways! Love what and who you are and I'm proud of you!

Sorry, I need to get this cursed thing out of my system first:

OK ANYWAYS, to seriously answer your questions!!!

[APOLOGIES, THIS IS SO LONG “orz]:

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1) Does Mysterio use glitter?

Well, I would be disappointed if he didn’t LOL

Special biodegradable glitter that is a-ok for the environment is definitely something he’d use! Mostly for his entrances and exits tho, just to add that extra bit of flair to his performance. He thrives on the melodrama.

Edible glitter would also be good, just in case someone inhaled it by accident when he makes his grand appearance or get away. I mean, he’s not a killer, he’d actually be upset if someone innocent got hurt during his “performances”, someone he wasn’t intending on hurting in some way.. He’d feel horrible about it and, if given the opportunity, he would apologize.

But yeah, this man absolutely uses glitter! :D (despite my loathing of glitter that isn’t sealed to prevent it from transferring to other things, I’d so totally hug him still regardless of the risk of getting glitter on me for days after)

2) Does Acedia have seasonal outfits?

[I will post these by themselves shortly for better viewing!!]

Been meaning to design some alterations to the Sloth Suit, and this gave me the motivation to do just that! Enjoy my seasonal hero wear!

3) How did you come up with Acedia?

OK SO. STORY TIME:

I originally thought about joining everyone during the initial big spidersona bang when Into the Spiderverse was first released and everyone was making their own. I saw a few people talking about spider crab based spidersonas and wanted to join that but, well.. that was too difficult and I never was able to come up with anything cool.

sometime down the line I was initially interested in the anime My Hero Academia (thank heck I never watched more than barely the full first season, knowing all the drama and junk that’s happened, I dodged a bullet LOL) but I did come up with some oc’s for it and even a ‘quirksona‘ that was sloth based named Acedia, basically myself, but more sloth and also not as cool as I wanted:

You can see where I’m going with this lol

nothing came of that character so cut to years later, this year, I recently rewatched Spiderverse and started to get into the Spiderman side of things again out of the blue after watching TSSM and falling in love with the show all over again, and doodling Doc Ock, too. I thought back to my old failed attempt at making a spidersona, so I decided to try my hand at that again.

I remembered Acedia’s design and tbh I really did love the design so I reworked it and made adjustments to better resemble a sloth and better resemble Spiderman’s iconic appearance. On top of that I did also just make the character under the costume ME with no real changes at all. And thus, Acedia, The Cryptid Crawler was created:

although the ref sheet has since been updated and changed from this^^

Anyways, that’s the story behind Acedia’s creation!

I just really like sloths.

I’m not exactly sure what you mean by “most important things to have for Acedia“ but I hope some of this answers that? maybe? you’re free to elaborate on what you mean by that and I can do my best to answer!

[elipheleh]

i watched mary & george today and was blown away by it. i don’t tend to go for historical/period dramas and i tend to struggle to concentrate solely on a tv show, but i spent probably 80% of the time not using my phone (because it was so captivating) which is ridiculous given my normal which is like 25% max not on my phone. it was really very good.

spoiler thoughts under the cut, still processing my emotions tbh but it got q long

i would have liked to see more of the relationship between george & the king, it was - by all accounts - a very close relationship & the show presented it less in depth. i was really hoping “christ had john and i have george” would make it in, as well as some of their letters, but i guess it was focused too much on mary & george to fill that in. the relationship also seemed… weird? why did the king bite him like that?? other than occasional moments it didn’t feel like i was maybe expecting it to. i wasn’t expecting blatant love and affection but i was expecting some. it seemed mostly focused on the arguments.

i was surprised they went with george physically killing the king - while it is speculated he poisoned him, it was done through medication rather than so abruptly/violently. it made him much more… villainous, i suppose, determined to do anything to protect his position including killing the one he claimed to love, but it just… i didn’t really like that.

i saw someone saying about how george’s death was rushed and inconsequential and just of no real value & that was demonstrating how little impact his death really had - they had to hold his funeral at night because people loathed him so - & thought that was really interesting.

when george slept with carr only to say he just wanted him to think of that as he died… chills. they were both using sex to get the other to do something for them, the parallel between characters is beautiful there

the king’s heart scene… that was really special.

i loved that they showed george as loving katherine. i don’t know if he did in real life, but it was really nice that they had such a bond in this. she was very pragmatic and i think they were a great pairing.

very sad about sandie’s death. i hadn’t connected that it was bacon who’d ordered it until he said and it was very frustrating. so much backstabbing.

the… decapitation scene had me hiding from the screen only to be fooled and i had started looking again & they showed the decapitated head arghhh. unhappy about that. the hangings were.. not great but slightly better.

wasn’t expecting the second scene to be someone hung from a tree either which was an incredible shock.

cringed a lot at the dancing lol. i was glad that the ‘may i perform for you’ was about the instrument and not a dance. much less embarrassing.

i felt really bad for charles with the spanish bit. that was really frustrating and annoying.

kit rescuing george was my favourite thing. gross way to do so but the ‘how is he going to get out of this’ to “oh kit!!” was wonderful. george’s “are you sure we weren’t followed” in hindsight being ‘did you see kit’ was so clever. i think id have to watch it again to catch more nuances like that.

mary telling the attendants to leave her attached to george a little longer was soooo telling of their attachment, on mary’s behalf anyway.

the scene where george decides to go and join the french pair was really well done, his hesitation and then return when he decided to give in was so good. the being torn between what is “right” and what he wants.

love that they went back to the guy who was saying george would never get w the king & that he saw he’d managed it. really nice link there.

lastly (because im gonna keep going indefinitely otherwise) i really liked the lighting. the night scenes were accurately lit - firelight and candlelight - but you could still see what you needed to see, and it wasn’t just dark and dreary.

[13thdoctorposts]

Since I post about 13 era DW I thought I’d do the dw positivity drive post with a short (for me) detailing about what I love. (I could go into each of these with far more detail but I’ll spare you in this post. Lol)

The 13th Doctor - Terribly deals with trauma just like us humans, and is so relatable with that, but has just a deep love of humans and her companions that she will often put her trauma aside to give her companions incredible experiences and adventures. Her ability to find joy in tiny things despite that trauma. She is a joy on screen. I wanna be mates.

Yaz - her story arc, it wasn’t rushed it was done in real time and it made her growth believable. She wasn’t changed just by meeting the Doctor or a couple adventures. You watch her grow up into a confident capable woman in a realistic time frame. I was so proud of Yaz in Power of the Doctor, and that pride was so earned by the character because of the pacing of her arc. And Yaz is just a delight on screen.

Dan - look I don’t know if Dan really had a character arc but I really just enjoyed Dans personality injected into the story. He was such a great counter to the Doctor and Yaz. By Flux, Yaz isn’t really as relatable as the viewers eye into the world of the Doctor because this is all old news to her so injecting Dan with his questions and humour (and wok) was so relatable. And his way to read both of them when they were trying not to be read, isn’t what you would typically expect from a character like Dan but was beautifully executed. To me he was definitely more Yaz’s companion than the Doctors and I actually love that because they were great together. I wish there was more Dan, but sadly there no more episodes.

Graham and Ryan - I love that their story was about building family, that going on adventure with the Doc was really a vehicle for them to find their relationship with each other. Plus they were both quite funny.

The Master/O/one time companion, lol. I love that he wasn’t redeemable and self loathing. Sometimes the bad guys aren’t redeemable, and as the Doctors best enemy but a new incarnation I’m glad he was different to missy. There’s no saving this version of the master.

13 era villains… I love them all, wish there was more time with all of them. Would love to see a version of Ashad again if there was a way to bring him back. It is Doctor Who anything is possible.

Costume and Creature Design in 13 era Doctor who… OMG! - I love the Doctors outfit, but also the Master, Ashad, the Sea Devils, Swarm, Azure just to name a few absolute gems oh and pretty much all the period costumes with Yaz’s Flux period costume just being peak period attire in Who.

The TARDIS - what a completely unique interior design. It was hauntingly beautiful, and felt so organic, and coupled with the sonic screwdriver it felt like the perfect pair for the 13th doctor.

The look and feel of the series - it’s visually stunning and when it’s on a BBC budget it’s incredible how stunning they were able to make it.

The music - the music for me always felt on point, it never distracted but always heighten the moment when it was called to. I loved when the theme kicked in when 13 entered on the train.

The episodes - I’m always smiling watching the episodes… except when regeneration starts. Than my heartbreaks. But there wasn’t an episode I didn’t enjoy. All to different extents and I definitely have my favourites but they are all worth a rewatch. Each series is so different, but because of that I find it hard to pick a favourite.

Flux - What an incredible feat pulled off during COVID… do people no longer remember how chaotic and crazy COVID was? Because I don’t see this getting enough credit. I’m so thankful Chibs made it happen.

13 era workplace - I love that from everything we’ve seen and heard from everyone who worked on Doctor Who they seemed to have had the best time working there with Chibs and Jodie making it a positive workplace.

13 era cast and crew - you just can’t doubt their passion and love for Doctor Who whether they were life long fans of new fans they put all their love, passion and commitment into making the show. And it shows.

And of course Thasmin. Both the Thasmin friendship and the Thasmin romance. I think they are a beautiful tragedy. My heart is so happy they found each other and so heartbroken they didn’t figure themselves out in time. Yaz’s love for the Doctor throughout the show, through basically just her looks at the Doctor is so subtle but strong, and so beautifully played.

[insistonyourcupofstars]

19, 47, 63 and I'll say 54 just as an excuse to give you a compliment, you are one of the most wonderful, brilliant people I have ever met and I love you so much for being you <333

19. Is there someone who makes you happy every time you see them?

In real life, I would definitely say my best friend. I've known her since 5th grade, and been best friends with her since 7th, so she has been a big part of my life. By far one of the funniest and badass people I've met in my life. I also have a few people that I love interacting with in my debate team. A few are in a grade lower than me, but I feel so much affection for them, it's insane!

Online, I really just love seeing my core group of mutuals in my notifs 💕

47. Honestly, what's on your mind right now?

The weather is supposed to be really bad starting today, and I had to call in for work (which I loathe doing because I'm always scared I'm going to get yelled at), and I'm honestly kind of bored. I wanted to get some coffee or something, but again, the weather :(

54. Did you get any compliments today?

Why yes, yes I did 💛

But also, even though it wasn't today, I've been getting more and more compliments lately, whether personality or physically wise (nothing creepy, thank god), and it makes me blush every time.

63. What was the last movie you saw?

I had to check Netflix lol, but it was "Miss Americana: Taylor Swift". I had watched it before, but I had recently watched long pond studios, so I was in A Mood, yk?

[ducktales-lucktales]

Hi! may i please get a comedy/angst one shot of a gn, possibly adhd, young adult reader getting caught up in a duck-mcduck adventure (donald, scrooge, the triplets, della, &/or webby) and just. Being so tired(depressed but in denial abt it) & having no regard for their own life (they fall like 10 feet and go "ow." in a deadpan voice, "lol too bad that didn't kill met, etc)? But they're fully willing to sacrifice their life for others? If too dark, just same reader being comforted on a bad day?

10 Feet Down

Scrooge McDuck & GN!Reader

Word Count: 1K+

Warnings: Implied suicide attempt/no interest in being alive sort of thing. Honestly I just thought Scrooge was such a bad comfort character, but I was wrong, although Donald is the best comfort character and cannot be used for a comedic hurt/comfort with low quality comedy lmao. for real tho, this is not my best work, but it's all i got

AO3: Link

Master List 1, 2

[Y/N] yawned and tiredly recounted the days they have been couped up in the McDuck manor—76 days with the exception of yesterday and that “disaster of an adventure” Donald had called it. It wasn’t because they were being held hostage at the manor or anything of that sort, it was more of [Y/N] not being a fan of going outside and getting a taste of the harsh Calisota sun and breathing in the ocean air. They stared at the humming machine in front of them as it slowly brewed another pot of coffee. They were obsessed with the heavily caffeinated beverage regardless of the off-putting taste when they drank it plain. The homeowner loathed the bitter caffeinated drink but continued to buy the cute little machine capsules for [Y/N]. Despite Scrooge’s generosity, he constantly pushed for [Y/N] to try to drink something healthier, like tea. But to no avail. They refused time and time again. His tea didn’t have enough caffeine for them to make it through the long and boring days, it wasn’t sugaring enough to please their tastebuds, it just wasn’t a good drink.

They sighed and grabbed their favorite Irish pot’o’gold themed mug out of the designated mug cabinet (little joys in life consisted of collecting unnecessary objects that reminded them of their father-figure, but in a “I’m making fun of you, this isn’t meant to be affectionate” sort of way). They placed the mug down by the whirring machine and paced the kitchen, waiting for the slow machine to brew a full pot.

“Good morning [Y]—.” Bentina froze in the kitchen entry way. She watched the young adult pace back and forth in front of the machine. “[Y/N], you shouldn’t be up and about just yet. What are you doing up?” She asked.

[Y/N] stopped in their tracks and glanced over at the housekeeper. “I never went to bed.”

“Oh…” Bentina’s voice trailed. “Dear, that’s not good.” She started.

“I don’t want a lecture about what’s good for me. I know what’s good for me and what’s not, Mrs. B. There is only so much I can control.” [Y/N] snapped. They watched Bentina closely. “Sorry.”

Bentina shook her head. “It’s quite alright, you’re exhausted/. Exhaustion causes irritation.”

“I suppose…” Their voice trailed.

“Mr. McDuck wanted to speak with you today, he’s in his study if you want to talk with him now.” Bentina walked past [Y/N] and continued with her house keeping duties. “And try not to drink your coffee in front of him.”

They smirked. “I’ll drink the whole pot in front of him.”

Bentina sighed and nodded. “I know you will.”

[Y/N] quickly grabbed the finished pot and with a newfound and mischievous energy. They made their way to Scrooge’s study, walking faster than their legs have been moving. They slunk past a groggy Donald, who barely managed a “good morning” as he passed them. [Y/N] nodded in response. They almost felt bad for Donald, but they remembered that he’s only tired because chose to join the McDuck family on their adventure, much like [Y/N] and virtually everyone else. The adventure was something… [Y/N] stopped in their tracks and shifted their thoughts from the events from yesterday to the pot of coffee in their hands. They quickly lifted the pot to their bill and chugged what felt like half of the pot (but in reality, it was probably only two large gulps worth of liquid). They continued their journey toward Scrooge’s favorite hiding place in the manor.

It was strange to [Y/N], being part of the McDuck family without actually being related to anyone within the manor. How it came about was nothing but a blur to the young adult because it literally happened in a blur. They stopped at the door to Scrooge’s study and knocked.

“Come in.” Scrooge bellowed from behind the cracked door.

[Y/N] pushed the door open and flashed their father-figure a tired and lopsided grin. “Mornin’.”

“Do I smell that disgusting drink?” He didn’t look up from his desk. “Close the door behind ya.”

“Mhm.” [Y/N] pushed the door closed behind them and walked toward his desk. They sat down on one of the two chairs in front of the desk. “Mrs. B said you wanted to see me this morning?” They asked.

Scrooge nodded, still not looking up from his desk. “Yes, but I wasn’t expecting ya this early!” He peered up at the young adult. “You’re still full’a surprises.”

“I don’t know what you mean.” They deadpanned.

Scrooge nodded disappointedly. “I know you don’t.”

The silence grew between them as Scrooge had begun to forget [Y/N]’s presence in his study in favor of finishing his work before the day had really begun. His bill was buried deep in financials for the Money Bin and requests and suggestions from the Board and complaints and other papers from his employees and papers upon papers for other things concerning the Money Bin. His desk was full of business things that [Y/N] refused to understand because it looked too tedious and time consuming, they would much rather do anything but business—adventuring, directing, teaching, dance, acting, retail, food service, anything but owning a business! Well, none of those things actually seemed like things [Y/N] would like, but sometimes they did like those things. From their own rising boredom of the world around them, they begun to suspect that Scrooge was going to drill them about their future again. He only did that because he cared about them and wanted nothing more than for [Y/N] to have a future (unlike Donald who became a freeloader and unlike Della who has a list of mistakes that matches the length of her lists of successes). [Y/N] wasn’t the only one Scrooge cared for, the children ought to have futures better than Donald and Della as well; he wanted the future, the new generation to be as successful as he is, if not more so.

“I don’t want another lecture about my future.” [Y/N] spoke up and pulled their father-figure out of his work.

Scrooge looked up at the duck and raised his eyebrows. “What made ya think we were going to discuss that?”

They shrugged their shoulders. “Honestly, it seems to be the only conversation we have anymore. I miss when I could tell you about why the sky is blue or why a car engine works.”

“But you don’t know how a car engine works.” Scrooge knitted his eyebrows together.

“That’s beside the point, Scrooge.” They sighed.

Scrooge leaned back in his chair. “Scrooge?”

“That’s your name and I ought to use it, right?” [Y/N] said.

He blinked. “You’re family.”

[Y/N] inhaled deeply. “Am I?”

“What do you mean?” Scrooge asked.

“I don’t really feel like family, I never have.” [Y/N] said. “And I don’t actually want to talk about that either. I don’t really want to talk to you about anything personal.”

Scrooge swallowed. “I wanted to talk to you about what I witnessed yesterday.”

“I don’t understand.” They said.

“We could’ve lost you. That was a nasty fall. You could’ve died.” Scrooge said firmly. “That was more than a 10-foot drop, [Y/N]. I’m surprised you walked away with scratches.”

[Y/N] inhaled sharply. “I’m fine.”

Scrooge shook his head. “No, I don’t think you are. Honestly, I was beginning to think you were going through a phase that was similar to Donald’s—you know, the one he doesn’t talk about. I thought you were just avoiding the family, being rebellious, and learning who you are. But I was wrong. You willingly let that happened and you laughed about it. You laughed and wished it had killed you.”

“I don’t know what you mean.” They played dumb.

Scrooge sighed. “You’re not well, whether you want to admit it or not. None of us are daft, it’s not like we haven’t seen it before. Sure, at first, we missed the obvious signs, but we all know better now and we’re all very worried about you. [Y/N], family is the greatest adventure of all, and it would be a shame if you weren’t part of that adventure. I don’t want to see a repeat of yesterday.” He said.

“You can’t stop how I feel.” [Y/N] deadpanned.

Scrooge shook his head. “No, but I can get you some help. I have friends who know people, Donald knows people. There are people out there who help people like you for a living.”

[Y/N] looked down. “Are you going to get rid of me?”

“That’s not what I said at all. We’re getting you some help.” Scrooge repeated himself.

“I don’t want—.”

“Instead of getting help, you decide to try to throw your life away?” He asked as he leaned forward on his desk.

“No—yes—I mean…” [Y/N] stuttered. “I don’t think I thought you cared about me. You’re not the greatest at… parenting. But I was never your child to begin with, I was just another problem you picked up along the way.

Scrooge looked down at his hands. “A problem, yes, but you’re my problem, [Y/N]. Whether you like it or not, you’re a part of my family and I will do everything for my family. I will spare no expense on keeping my family alive and well.”

“I still don’t want help.�� [Y/N] said.

“I will raise your allowance if you take the help.” Scrooge said. “And I won’t complain about your coffee habit.”

[Y/N] thought for a moment. “Don’t tell the children either. I don’t want them asking me questions the way they do with Donald’s anger management.”

“Deal.”

“And I want to use karate as a cover up since that’s something I did in my youth and the children don’t know about it. Easy lie.” [Y/N] smiled sadly.

Scrooge furrowed his eyebrows. “You took karate?”

“I wanted to take ballet, but the karate studio was the only place that would take an orphan.” [Y/N] chuckled.

“That explains so much about you.” Scrooge chuckled along. “No more adding anything to our deal.”

“Fine.”

Scrooge smiled. “That’s the first time you’ve laughed in months.” “Don’t ruin it.” [Y/N] smiled. “Thanks, dad.”

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Do mask and Loft get along? I mean Loft is the first one to start the whole cycle so there might be some resentment there with mask.

they do not, in fact, get along at all. anon ur in luck i was gonna post this mostly unedited snippet of one of their first conversations that I drafted early on anyway lol. Enough of its context has changed that I probably won't use this for anything but here have it anyway

“You talk to that thing like it can hear you,” a voice says from the doorway.

Link startles badly, pulling the Master Sword defensively to his chest on instinct. The kid leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, face stony. In an instant, Link’s hackles rise, a terrible flash bolting through him all at once. How dare he? He knows her.

“Of course she can,” he snaps, turning as if to shield her from harm’s way. The kid raises his eyebrows, pushing himself off the doorframe with perfect nonchalance to fully enter the room. It leaves Link feeling a little silly at his quick temper. He makes a concerted effort to cool it.

“She, huh? So there is something in there,” the kid says. His tone is conversational, but there’s enough of a curl to his lip that Link remains on guard. “You’ve met her, then? The spirit inside the sword.”

Link looks down at the blade cradled to his chest, running a hand over the delicate metalwork of the sheath, worn and tarnished in places over the centuries. The last remains of his irritation dissipate, leaving an empty hollow.

“She’s my friend,” he says quietly. Speaking of her in the past tense feels too bitter on his tongue to go through with it. He reminds himself she’s not really gone. The thrum of her spirit still beats a faithful rhythm, out of sync with him by now, but present nevertheless.

A silence follows. Unnerved, Link glances up to find the kid right in front of him, holding out a hand. “May I?” he asks. His face is carefully impassive.

Link hesitates, loathe to let her be handled by someone so clearly eager to disrespect her. Then again- he’s already seen this kid handle her once before, and that’s not nothing. If Fi deems him unworthy this time around, she could smite him easily even from her slumber. The thought brings Link some twisted comfort, followed by an immediate stab of guilt. This is a child he’s talking about, what’s wrong with him? Link reluctantly hands over the sword.

The kid draws Fi and weighs the sword in his hand, his expression turning considering. “Well, it’s the real deal alright,” he says, as if there was ever any doubt. He meets Link’s eyes with enough gravity that Link feels his breath catch in his throat. The kid’s a scrawny thing, but from Link’s vantage point on the bed, he seems to loom. He holds the sword with an easy, threatening confidence for someone so young. “So you really are like me. One of the goddess’ chosen ones.”

He sheaths the sword in one smooth, practiced motion, clicking his tongue derisively. “Poor bastards, the both of us.”

The way he says it- heavy with a contempt far deeper than whatever he holds for the sword- sets the empty space in Link’s chest on fire all over again, hot enough that it burns cold. The little shit says it like he expects Link to agree.

“Watch it,” he warns, flat and frigid.

The other Link looks a bit taken aback by the force of it. Then, he has the gall to actually scoff. His mouth twists unkindly, gearing up for a blow. “What, is the goddess also your close personal friend?” he sneers.

Link clenches his fists in the sheets, incensed. He wants to snatch Fi right out of his hands. It’s only the insistent pain of his ankle that stops him. “Yes,” he glowers. “She is.”

Rather than backing down, the kid barks out a harsh laugh, strikingly vulnerable and childish. “How lucky for you,” he says. His smile is poised like a snarl, all teeth bared in threat. Something about it makes Link’s heart leap out of the fire and into his throat.There’s clearly a wound there festering just underneath the surface. This isn’t just contempt- it’s hurt. The deep-rooted, all-encompassing kind. The sort Link can understand. “I hope she treats her friends kinder than her dogs.”

Now, that stops Link in his tracks. Here’s the thing— Link knows that no matter what, he is Zelda’s partner, her equal in all things. He’s not entirely sure, however, that he’s not Hylia’s dog.

He has been favored by her, led by her, used by her, and he will continue to be so. To claim that it didn’t scrape his soul raw at times would be a complete and utter lie. To say he doesn’t blame her just a little, in some corner of his heart, would also be a lie. In truth, he is angry down to his very marrow, all the time. Angry at Hylia, but also angry at himself, and angrier still at this curse that strangles them all.

Looking at this successor, barely out of childhood and already caught up in its thorns, he can’t help but wonder if some of that anger has bled all the way down the line, deepening into something rancid that will poison every last one of them. As its progenitor, how could he begrudge any of its victims for getting carried away with it?

Even after everything, Link has been lucky to know the love of the goddess. He has felt it, intimately. This boy has clearly never gotten the chance to know it. It’s no wonder he doesn’t believe it to be true.

Link turns his face away, lowering his eyes to the worn quilt across his lap. “Whatever happened to you,” he says quietly. “It’s not the Goddess who’s to blame.”

“Oh, yeah?” the kid asks, but he sounds too exhausted to be antagonizing anymore. “Then who is?”

Link doesn’t respond. He can’t. After a few moments of stifling silence, the kid lets out a long sigh, weary beyond his years. Gingerly, he sets the Master Sword back down on the bed. Link takes it for the lukewarm peace offering that it is.

“I think that’s enough for tonight,” his successor says. “I’m going to bed. You should too. We can start working out what exactly all this means tomorrow.”

[in-ky]

Hi! I’d love a story about Negan being a serial killer who only kills “bad people” (like in Dexter) and maybe he saves the reader from her ex who’s about to kill her and Negan can save her and takes her in because she’s a mess but she’s actually a killer herself (who kills rapists etc/ only the bad ones) and Negan and the reader start fighting and then get caught up in steamy hot sex 🥵 thank you!

Savior - Negan Killer AU

Warnings: Warnings: GORE + violence, smut, domestic abuse, swearing, dirty talk ig? idk how to tag this lol

A/N: hey! i struggled over this one for a while lol. ive only seen like. 3? episodes of dexter so. i really hope this meets your expectations! also forgive any mistakes its late, im tired, and i wanna get this up lol. also, is negan batman? maybe. 3.7k words

"Will, stop you're hurting me!" I hissed, grabbing at his wrist. He tugged me out of the bustling restaurant and into the dark street.

"I don't really give a shit," He snarled, throwing me into a secluded alleyway a few buildings down from the restaurant. Will had taken me out to a business dinner with his boss in hopes of showing me off and making a good impression. But things didn't quite go according to plan. "You embarrassed me in front of everyone!" He pushed me against the brick wall of the closed department store.

"What was I supposed to do?" I sneered, trying to wiggle away from him "He kept commenting on my body, saying how he wished he could take me home at the end of the night and do all kinds of 'unspeakable things to me'."

"You were just supposed to shut up and take it!" Will said, voice filled with rage "But no, you and your untamable fucking complex just couldn't handle a compliment. You threw your drink in his face! You're lucky he didn't fire me right then and there. You made me look like some pussy who can't control his whore."

"You're an asshole." I shouted, tears welling at the edges of my eyes. Will's face contorted further into a look of pure, unadulterated hatred.

"What the fuck did you just call me?" He seethed, clasping his hand tightly around my throat and constricting his fingers around my airway.

"I said you're an asshole who cares more about his dead-end career than his fucking girlfriend." I croaked. I hated him. I hated him so much. My vision clouded with the combination of disgust, loathing, and lack of oxygen, so I hit him where I knew it hurt. "There's a reason you needed me for arm candy tonight. It's 'cause you're a boring, piece-of-shit, lowlife who has no skill whatsoever. How does it feel knowing you need me to make something of yourself?" With that, he threw me to the ground by my throat. He wasted no time and pinned me to the cold concrete. His knees dug into my shoulders and his hand flew to his back pocket, whipping out the switchblade he carried as a precaution against mugging. My eyes widened as they caught a glint of the moonlight off the sharp knife. He brought the blade up to my throat and slapped me over the cheek harshly with his free hand.

"You better take back those words, bitch," He hissed, pressing the blade into the soft skin of my jugular "or they might just be your last." A dribble of blood ran down my neck with the pressure. Realization flashed through my mind. I could die right then. That could have been my last moment. Was I scared? No. Why wasn't I scared? Maybe it had to do with the shadowy figure that was slowly approaching us from the ally entrance.

There was plenty of time for me to warn Will that someone was coming. But I didn't. Instead, I stayed quiet and watched as the shadow figure pulled Will from my body with ease and tossed him to the side. Everything was kind of a blur. I was still oxygen starved and filled with a whirl-wind of emotion. I heard Will cry out in surprise and indignance. The shadow figure said nothing. It saw the switchblade with a steady line of my blood. It kicked Will in the chest, knocking him to the ground. Then it lifted up a baseball bat over its head and cracked it down over Will's skull. He continued to beat Will until he stopped squirming. The shadow figure paused and swung the bat over his shoulder. I had regained my breath and pushed myself to my elbows. The shadow noticed me moving and took a few heavy steps in my direction. I squirmed away slightly, instincts telling me to get away from the thing that had just pulverized my boyfriend. The shadow entered a stream of moonlight. It was a man. He had peppered hair and a blood-speckled face. He had dark brown eyes and a small smile perched on his lips.

"You okay, sweetheart?" He said. His voice was deep. I was partially surprised. He wasn't a bulky man. He was tall and had a broad frame, but his limbs were long and his body was lithe. He wore a leather jacket and his boots were slick with what I could only assume were Will's brains. I didn't want to look at his bat.

"W-Why did you do that?" I whispered. It was all I could muster.

"He was going to kill you." The man sounded confused, like I was supposed to know who he was and why he saved me.

"You don't know that." My voice was quiet. My eyes were glued to a spot behind the man, unblinking. He let out a throaty chuckle and dropped to a squat, leveling with me.

"Doll, he had a knife pressed to your throat," His words were gentle "Looked like he was gonna fuckin' kill you." He hesitantly reached out two fingers in the direction of my face. I didn't move. He was wearing leather gloves. The ridged fabric ran along my injuries. "Seems like he did some damage before I could step in. Damn. Sorry about that. Listen, I live a few streets down. If you want, I can get you cleaned up."

"Okay," I said softly. I let him help me up to my feet. He guided me along with one arm while holding his bat with the other. As we walked out of the alley I couldn't help but look down at Will, or what remained of him at least. His forehead was split in half, a pool of chunky blood bubbling on the ground. I clenched my jaw and forced myself to swallow the bile that had risen in my throat. And yet, I didn't feel sad. I didn't mourn him. Maybe it was shock, maybe it wasn't. "Thank you?" I murmured, though it was more of a question. The man and I stepped out onto the street and I was grateful there was no one around to see us leaving the scene of a very heinous-looking crime.

"No problem, doll," The man hummed, setting a brisk pace down the sidewalk. "The name's Negan, by the way." Cool. Negan: my Savior.

~~~

"So you're like Batman?" I asked Negan as he dabbed the blood away from my neck. He gave a short chuckle and tore away the sticky part of the band-aid.

"I guess you can say that," he mused, splaying the bandage over the cut the knife had left "but I specifically go for people that I know have hurt others. The baddies, if you will."

"Is that legal?" I tilted my head, crossing my ankles as they dangled over the bathroom counter. My palms were flat on the surface of Negan's marble sink top, fiddling with the wrappers of the medical supplies he had used to clean and bandage my small cuts and bruises.

"I haven't been caught," Negan shrugged "besides, it's less work for the police. They don't have to do any interrogation bullshit or anything. I usually catch people in the act, like tonight. Then I do my thing."

"Do you kill everyone?"

"Only the bad people," He reminded, tossing away a bloody tissue "only people who have hurt others. But, yes, usually the offender ends up on the business end of Lucille over there." He pointed out the door into the living room, where the still-bloody bat rested against a chair. I furrowed my brow.

"Well, doesn't that make you a bad guy?" I pressed. He tapped my knee and I dropped down to the tile floor, tucking my hair behind my ear and gathering some of the scraps.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you still kill people, right? Even if they're bad? So doesn't that still make you a killer?" Negan was quiet for a minute. "Let's put it this way," I continued "What would you do if you came across someone who was like you; someone who hurt the bad people. Would you still kill them. They're hurting people." Negan took a deep breath and let it out with a contemplative sigh, itching his bearded chin.

"I'm not sure," He mused "I've never really thought about it before. See, I don't consider myself a bad person per say. Yea, what I'm doing might be considered fucked up. But I'm doing it for the right reason. I'm protecting people by attacking their attackers. In the end, someone's saved." He brushed off his hands and led me out of the bathroom, flicking the light off. "Would you rather me not have saved you tonight?"

"No," I said immediately "thank you. Really, thank you. You saved my life. Will is...was...always a dick, but I never thought he'd actually hurt me. I guess that proves people can have a whole bunch of layers." Negan nodded and moved to the kitchen. He raised a bottle of whiskey as an offering. I shook my head but he poured himself a glass.

"I was just doing my job," Negan grinned sympathetically "I'm sorry your boyfriend was an asshole who tried to murder you." I shrugged, amusement in my eyes.

"Eh, it happens to everyone." I smiled as he let out another laugh. I felt as if I shouldn't be laughing, but at the same time, everyone has their own responses to almost getting stabbed to death in an alley. So I let myself have this moment. Besides, Negan was a good guy to be around. He made me feel safe, comfortable, secure. Everything I needed right now. "So, Negan, what do you do? Surely vigilante-ing can't pay well, and this apartment is really nice."

"I'm a retired baseball player," Negan said, sipping his whiskey and settling into one of the armchairs in the living room "Hence the bat."

"Were you any good?" I asked. He let out a loud scoff.

"Was I any good?" He mocked "Sweetheart, I have a whole damn trophy room. I was fucking amazing. I just got old."

"So you're rich with no real job, you kill bad guys, and you have a massive ego," I listed "You really are like Batman, aren't you?"

~~~

Negan let me stay on his couch that night. It was leather, like everything else that man seemed to own, but it was comfortable. I woke up to the smell of bacon filling the air. I groaned and rubbed my fists against my eyes, clearing them of sleep. I stretched my arms above my head in a yawn and rolled off the couch, stumbling into the kitchen. Negan was hunched over the bubbling pan, dodging pellets of grease as they shot up at him.

"Smells good!" I purred, closing my eyes and taking a deep inhale.

"Good," He grumbled "You better fucking enjoy it because I've gotten burned at least three times." I laughed and walked up to him examining the small red patches that dotted his arms.

"You didn't have to make me breakfast you know."

"Yea, but I wanted to make sure you were comfortable," He sighed, turning off the stove and scooping the cooked bacon onto a paper towel. "Besides, I was craving some bacon when I woke up. I haven't had someone to share a meal with in a while."

"Well, if you want, you can come by my house for dinner." I offered, crunching down on a piece of bacon "I've been meaning to whip out the family alfredo recipe for a while, maybe a hot date would give me that incentive." I gave him a playful wink and he chuckled.

"Sure thing, doll," He hummed, putting the pan in the sink "I love me some fucking spaghetti. I'll see you around seven?"

"Sounds good."

~~~

I ran down the sidewalk, chest heaving. There was enough darkness to cover me, but I still kept my head down to prevent recognition. I held my hands close to my stomach, praying that the blood on my fingers wouldn't drip on the pavement and leave a trail. I had been on my way home from the store when I heard some commotion coming from an alley. My first instinct was to run, but then I heard the girl crying for help. Negan came to mind, what he did, how he helped people. I couldn't turn away. I marched down the alley and saw a greasy man pinning a woman to the wall of a building. Flashbacks of the night before hit me like a train. I looked on top of the alley dumpster  and saw a crowbar perched on one of the lids. I grabbed it and stormed up to the man, whacking him upside the head with the weapon. I kicked him to the side and brought the crowbar over my head before swinging it down. It connected with his face in a sickening 'thwack.' I thought of Will. I thought of what might of happened if Negan had never stopped him. I thought of all the times that bastard had gotten drunk and told me I was nothing. I let the rage bubble up and fuel my beating. By the time I was pulled back into the moment, my muscles were screaming, the woman was gone, and the man's face was unrecognizable. I tossed the crowbar into the dumpster and ran back home.

Dried blood is extremely hard to wash off. It sticks to your skin in flakes, creating a pattern of red veins crawling over your hands. Fuck. I scrubbed as hard as I could under the rushing water of the sink, pumping more and more soap into my hand. It was under my fingernails. It was stuck in my palm prints. Shit, did I leave fingerprints at the scene? Would they be coming for me? With a hiss, I rubbed even harder at my skin, small flecks of blood turning the sink water red.

Suddenly, my door opened.

"I'm ready for my s'getties!" Negan boomed with a wide smile. My head whipped around, looking at him with wide eyes. His grin faded and he crossed the room in record time, grabbing my wrists and turning the sink off. "Is this fucking blood?" He snarled, bringing my hands up to my face. I clenched my jaw and dropped my eyes to my feet. "Jesus, who's is it? Answer me!"

"I-I heard someone screaming on the way home," I said quietly, eyes still downcast "I thought I would help..." His jaw went slack and he let go of my hands, running his fingers through his hair.

"Jesus fuck, you can't just go around killing people!"

"Why not?" I snapped, eyes meeting his "You do it all the time? What's the difference? Why can't I help people?"

"Because it...Because you just can't!" Negan growled, shaking his head.

"Why are you so special?" I hissed back, drying my hands off on a towel before tossing it at him "It's not like you can get a permit for fucking murder. Why do you do it, anyways? Is it some perverted thing? Do you get off on saving people from attackers?"

"Watch yourself." Negan warned, eyes darkening.

"Pfft, or what?" I laughed, tossing my head back "What are you gonna do, kill me? I'm not afraid of you, Negan." As soon as the words left my mouth, he charged me. His hand flew to my throat, squeezing my airway lightly. His hips pressed me against the counter. I let out a small gasp when he shoved his face next to mine.

"Oh, but doll, you really fucking should be." He spat, curling his lip "I could snap your neck right here, right now." He gave a small squeeze to emphasize his words. I let out a strangled moan. We both froze. "Are you turned on right now?" He muttered, furrowing his brow. I licked my lips and squirmed in his grip, pressing my thighs together slightly in an effort to alleviate the warm pressure growing in my belly.

"No," I lied, voice weak. A sinister grin curled over the bottom half of his face and he licked his tongue over his teeth.

"And I'm the perv, huh?" He sucked on my earlobe and peppered kisses down my jawline "Sweetheart, tell me, do you want me to fuck that pretty little pussy of yours? Do you want me to make you cum harder than you ever have?" I whimpered at his dirty mouth. "Use your words, doll, or I'll leave right fucking now."

"Y-Yes!" I breathed as Negan's lips sucked on the sweet spot right beneath my ear.

"Yes, what, princess?"

"Yes, I want you to fuck me, please!" I groaned, clawing at his shirt. He let out a short chuckle, muttering something about how needy I was, but I didn't care. Right now, the only thought running through my head was that I needed Negan. I needed all of him. And damn me if I wasn't going to get it.

We clawed at each other's clothes like rabid animals. Once we were completely bare, Negan moved his kisses down my body. His large, calloused hands kneaded my breasts, twisting my nipples between his thumbs. My arms flew around his neck and I dragged my fingernails up his back. He shivered against my touch and slid his hands further down my body. They settled firmly on my hips as he captured my lips in a fervent kiss.

"Fuck, sweetheart," he grunted, pulling back for air. I looked at him. His tawny eyes were now black, pupils far beyond dilated with lust. Both of our lips were swollen and red from the intensity of our kisses. Negan's chest inflated and deflated quickly as his eyes roamed over my body. "You're so damn perfect." I smiled sheepishly and pulled my bottom lip between my teeth, looking up at him through lidded eyes.

"You're not so bad yourself," I reached out my hand and used my pointer finger to draw a line from his collar bone down the center of his chest and through his navel, finally ending right over his pulsing cock. He sucked in a breath as my fingers closed around him. My thumb swept over the hot tip, gathering precum on the pad of my finger and rubbing it around.

"Shit," He hissed as I slowly pumped him "I'm not gonna fucking last if you keep doing that." He gently pried my hand away and took a step closer to me. I could feel his hardened length resting against the inside of my thigh. The thought of him being so close made a burst of heat rush down between my thighs. Negan took a long finger and ran it through my folds, collecting my wetness. I moaned as he teasingly dipped the first knuckle into me. He pulled back and let out a low whistle. "Damn, girl," he chuckled, raising his finger to my face "You're fucking dripping. Who's that for?" His slick-coated fingers glistened in the light of my apartment. I let out a deep groan as he slid them between his lips and sucked.

"You, Negan!" I whimpered, wrapping my legs around his waist "It's all for you." A wolfish grin spread over his features as he tugged me off him and pulled me down off the counter. He spun me around and pressed gently between my shoulder blades until my chest was flat against the cold surface.

"Then if you don't mind," Negan cooed, lining himself up with my entrance "I'm going to take what belongs to me." With that, he slowly pushed into me. I gasped at the stretch, balling my hands into fists as he continued to split me open.

"Fucking shit," he groaned once he bottomed out "you're tight as hell. I bet you've never had a dick as big as mine." He pulled out slightly and I let out a moan at the growing emptiness inside. The moan soon turned to a yelp when he brought down his hand against my ass. The smack was loud and he rubbed the red spot tenderly. "Have you?"

"N-No!" I gasped when he thrusted into me for the first time "Never. Fuck, you feel so good." Negan's thrusts sped up, his hips snapping against my ass in an obscene rhythm. Grunts and moans of pleasure slipped from both of our lips as he plowed unapologetically into me. I could feel every inch of him. He was hitting every spot, dragging against my walls in a sinfully perfect way.

"You're doing so good," He purred, kissing and biting my shoulder "So good for me. You're so perfect." I tossed my head back and he grabbed my chin, tilting my face towards him so he could give me another bruising kiss. I could only keep up for so long, though, and the white bliss of pleasure he was giving me soon became overwhelming. My jaw went slack and my head dropped against the cool tile of the counter in an attempt to ground myself in the moment. "I want you to cum, doll, cum around me. Wanna feel those walls squeeze me." His thrusts were starting to become sloppy and I could tell he was getting to his end. One of his fingers danced down my spine and found its way to my clit. He circled it with just enough pressure to get me to the edge that I was so willing to jump off. "Now." Negan growled. I obeyed, feeling the band in my lower abdomen snapping violently. We reached our releases simultaneously. My walls clenched around him, milking him of every drop. I screwed my eyes shut and screamed his name, holding in a large breath as the world around me spun. Negan eventually pulled himself out and collapsed on top of me. We both were breathing heavily, sweaty bodies entangled as well as we could over a counter. I swallowed, my throat dry from panting through my orgasm. When my eyes fluttered open, I could see Negan's thumb tracing circles over the love bites that were starting to darken on my shoulders.

"Are you going to kill me?" I rasped, running a hand through my wild hair "I guess I'm a bad person now." Negan chuckled, still out of breath.

"I think I'll make an exception," He mused, pressing a sweet kiss to the shell of my ear "I don't think I'm ready to let you go just yet."

[olivesandwax]

I am nearly finished with Arise and feel the need to desperately sort out my feelings on the beloved Lord Dohalim because he is giving me a severe case of brainrot.

I am so in love with this character ;_; He is truly the most complete character in Arise... maybe in the Tales series? Out of the Tales games I have played, only Luke or Emil come close to Dohalim's amount of growth. I will be the first to admit that Arise is not perfect--great game overall, probably a mediocre Tales game against the other titles. I stuck around for so long because Alphen and Shionne are so dear to me. However, it's with certainty that I can say I will be replaying it for 50+ more hours solely due to Dohalim. 

Where do I even start?! Dohalim is best consumed if you consider him like a fine wine. Aside from his stunning design and introduction, he is fairly unremarkable and low key until quite late in the game where he receives a series of absolutely beautiful development. That he earns so much of his growth in the final portions is absolutely criminal! But honestly, I get it, because Dohalim makes the most sense in retrospect, looking backwards on his upbringing and through the lens of trauma. Glorious trauma.

This man is chock full of contradictions. He can spout off the wisest observations of ordinary things, but his outsider-looking-in philosophical approach causes him to appear callously inconsiderate for people's feelings in doing so. He has immeasurable musical talent and a thirst for knowledge... and yet he is a manchild who cannot even dress himself without assistance. He has an astonishing amount of empathy for the common man and woman, and yet makes the most oblivious comments about Dahnans, completely out of touch with the enslaved lives they have led. (The etiquette skit encapsulates this.) He maintained a peaceful realm for 7 years without systemic slavery, but only because hearing the cries of those same slaves would cause him to repeatedly relive the worst day of his life. That last one… what selfishness! When I say this man has flaws, he has them in droves.

And yet I find all those flaws and contradictions so enriching and real. Fantasy elements aside, Dohalim is one of the few Tales characters who actually feels like a real person with believable motivations and complexities. It’s incredible to me that I missed a lot of his nuance. The pain he carries from being forced into public service; the unforgiving critical eye he turns towards himself; the need for him to constantly raise the bar on any perceived successes; purposely blinding himself to the truth right under his rule; creating a fairytale realm just to hide from his past. That sort of self-loathing character hits just right every time lmao. So much responsibility and pressure crammed into a sweet boy who just wanted to play his violin... Literally tears me apart lol ;(

By the end of Arise, he is 100% a better person. He takes all of Rinwell’s, Law’s, and especially Kisara’s criticisms, LISTENS to them, and transforms into the individual he could only pretend to be at first. He truly finally gets it—what people need from a leader and how he can use his privileges to accomplish it. Honestly, Kisara’s frustration with Dohalim is completely understandable. She put all her chips on the table for Dohalim and he destroyed her worldview. But just like the player, she watches and guides him to the point where he finally can stand confidently on his own. The skit where she sadly reflects on all his accomplishes in Lenegis is one of my favorites. You can see the love she has for him as a lord and how much she still wants to remain in his life even if he’s outgrown her as a guide.

The point is, Dohalim’s transformation is some of the best stuff Tales has done recently, and I’m so sad I’m nearing the end of Arise ;_;

[loralee-frickfrackao3]

Asuka and Misato in my mind over the years

Need to get this out my system real quick lol

I actually love the og Eva sereis so much, the first time I watched it was somewhere around 2014/2015 because I’d seen a lot of people gush about the third Rebuild movie and got curious, I was just getting into anime at that point as well as becoming more sensitive to lots of queer and mental-health related ideas. In any case, I enjoyed Eva a lot then, though I certainly didn’t get pretty much any of it. I felt emotional, and I definitely felt for the characters, but I definitely didn’t get them as people (especially Asuka - which I’ll get into later because I have so many thoughts on her)

But I rewatched a huge chunk of it somewhere around last year and it struck me how differently I saw and read all the characters and the shot compositions - it simply clicked in a very strong and potent way. And this wasn’t the first time I’d realized how much perception changes with lived experience, but it hit me really hard with Eva, I think. Especially because people still talk about it and very much like Twin Peaks analysis, everyone just focuses on putting everything into neat boxes and centers it very hard on Shinji as well. But it’s always in a very resentful way, either at Shinji or at the other characters, all of which I think leaves people with a very wrong impression of what the Eva viewing experience can be and how much the writing actually holds up.

I won’t get into full detail on every single character and I won’t make this about Shinji because that’s a bit central to the point I want to make anyway - Shinji is the main character, yes, but it’s not only about him. The series takes great pains to establish that Shinji is not other people’s top priority when they all have so many of their own personal issues. I think it actually balances out Shinji’s deep need for closeness and attention being a valid thing to want. That, no,  it doesn’t make him a whiny bitch that he wants to be valued, to feel important, to have other people give him attention and see him as a valuable person to be around. But at the same time, great focus is put on how it’s not other people’s responsibility to provide all this to him and drop everything in their lives to coddle him. Well, Gendo is responsible to be there for his child, but that is definitely its own subject for a ton of analysis. 

In short, the series neither condemns nor coddles Shinji, which is a really important nuance for the whole series. And it’s an important one to strike when it comes to the subject of growing up, finding yourself, connecting to others and understanding them even while you struggle. It’s good stuff, it’s potent stuff that I love quite a lot and is why I’m always so frustrated by all the extremely shitty takes on shinji i see in 95% of video essays on eva FROTHING AT THE MOUTH DO NOT GET ME STARTED

But onto the women! Because they are really important and despite all the merchandise, porn and objectification, they are very human and relatable.

I hated Asuka when I was a teen. I loathed her because she felt like someone’s Mary Sue OC and as a very shy, awkward, self-loathing teen, pretty much the exact same age as Asuka, I felt really affronted and... I don’t know if envious is the right word, but there was a very strong resentment for how seemingly smart, perfect, beautiful and confident she was. It felt like such an overidealized and unrealistic standart and a LOT of very sensitive nerves were struck and simply wanted to tear into her. I’m not sure I even sympathized with her all that much once her baggage was revealed, at the time.

But seeong her through the eyes of my adult self, I felt so much for her. Her need to be important, to be seen, to be perfect - to show everyone that she is mature, that she is grown up and can be loved and respected like an adult - it hit really close to home. Even outside of my personal perceptions and state of mind etc., Asuka’s behavior reminded me of so many other girls I have known and know even now. She filled me with such a familiar feeling of helplessness and need for approval. The lashing out, the standoffishness, the provocation, the insistence your grown up and /understand/. The frustration that the adults around you don’t treat you like one of them despite all your efforts and achievements.

And the way I, now an adult, looking back at that Asuka and seeing her pain and frustration but also knowing that no adult could treat her the way she wants to be treated because she’s simply not ready for that emotionally yet. The desire to protect her from things that are too adult, but coming off as out-of-touch and condescending. Ah... There are so many dynamics and emotions at play, it hits me in so many vulnerable places.

Switching to Misato (and the other adults) - it’s interesting how the grownups are all a huge mess as well. They just have to grapple with other issues and present strong and capable, and they have so many more freedoms compared to the pilots, but they’re just as helpless and ill-equipped for so many things in life. 

And I love the way their different dysfunctions are presented. I love how the show looks at all these different people from different points of view and demistifies the walls and masks we put on in our lives. The adults present strong in front of each other, until we see the certain people who see right through them. They present strong in front of the pilots, who look up to them and idolize how free and successful they are, surely they have it all together? And then the resentment of - ‘they have it so easy’ or ‘if they have it so good why can’t they give ME more attention, why can’t they prioritize helping ME too’. Which is understandable from the perspective of the pilots. But it’s also more often than not an impossible demand to meet. And that balance RUINS ME. Everyone in NGE is such a mess, but each one is written with a very palpable understanding of each and every dysfunction and struggle.

And onto Misato proper - who I, as my teen self, also looked up to in that ‘aw man she’s so cool yeah i wanna be like that, i totally relate to her cool adult nature at age 14 yeah’. And, obviously, I hadn’t reached the kind of experience to really get Misato’s damage. It’s her relationships and her proclivities for sex, that I couldn’t understand because I was an awkward but horny virgin with zero boyfriends to her name. So Misato’s situation seemed so enviable, wanted by a hot guy, being desirable and having sex whenever you want. I didn’t quite understand the nuance of ‘giving yourself to people to feel loved and important’. It wasn’t a situation I had ever been in, not a state of mind I knew how to get into.

In the years since, I get her. I get Misato - I get that absolutely desperate clawing sense of no self-worth and need to just have someone touch you, hold you, treat you ‘special’ when that’s the only thing in your head. Having sex that you want but feel gross about later because it was unsatisfying, because it was a one night stand that you needed but the other person didn’t care for. The incessant thought under your skin that if you let yourself be used you will be useful to somebody. 

The camera leering on Misato when she’s trying purposefully to get eyes on her, or when the camera wants to show how the men around her do not respect her, when they leer at her body and she is framed as helpless. It all coalesces into this good beautiful painful mess and I appreciate being able to see these characters again through newer eyes. To know that the people who wrote them also understood these specific feelings so well.

There are tons of issues with NGE and its treatment of women, especially in the newer movies. But I will stand by my love and appreciation for the og series because I think there’s SO MUCH MORE to it than the things people tend to focus on as its special qualities. It’s not just depression or social isolation or growing up or maturing sexually or boring freudian daddy issues and ego-superego-id at play. The original Eva is a very genuine piece of many somebodies’ hearts, laid bare and vulnerable and expressed into these characters in really human ways. 

And it’s that little glimmer I live for.

[spencers-renaissance]

Shovel Talk

Summary: Hotch and Emily find out about Derek's relationship with Spencer and decide it's time for a chat.

Tags: fluff, humour, est. rel., protective!derek, emily, and hotch, relationship reveal, mentions of past hurt spencer

Pairing: Derek Morgan x Spencer Reid

Word Count: 1.5k

Masterlist // Read on AO3

Inspired by this post by @penemily that I couldn't stop thinking about. Honestly I love this fic so much lol.

Derek isn’t quite sure how he’s found himself in a vacant office after hours, crowded into an office chair with broken wheels as the two most intimidating FBI agents he knows stand over him.

“Either of you want to tell me what the hell’s going on?” Derek asks, bewildered by how quickly his evening had changed. One minute he’s sneaking looks at Spencer over his computer screen, and the next he’s hauled off to a private room like some sort of hostage.

He’s not scared, but he’s definitely a little pissed off. It’s nearing 10pm and all he wants to do is go home with Spencer, curl up on the sofa and eat take-out in front of the TV as they celebrate closing a case in their own way. He used to celebrate by going out for a drink, falling into bed with a stranger if the opportunity arose, but a quiet evening on the sofa with his boy in his arms is surprisingly satisfying these days.

Hotch raises an eyebrow. “We know,” he says simply, something fierce behind his words.

Derek’s heart skips a beat. It’s not hard to figure out what it is he’s talking about. He and Spencer had started dating a couple of months ago but had decided to keep it under wraps for now; something so young and beautiful was too precious to expose to all the inevitable eventual complications just yet. They’re so ridiculously smitten, though, that he’s not exactly surprised two profilers paying close attention had figured it out.

Ignoring the quietly humming nerves starting up in his stomach, he mirrors Hotch’s raised eyebrow, trying not to look as affected as he feels. “So… what? You wait for Spencer to go to the bathroom to lure me to an empty office to beat me up?”

“Maybe,” Emily replies, voice dry.

Behind the nerves and the posturing, Derek can’t feel a small twinge of hurt. “Look, guys, we expected it to be a bit of a shock, but we thought you’d at least be happy for us—”

“It’s not a shock,” Hotch interrupts.

“What?”

“It’s not a shock,” Emily repeats. “Everyone saw this coming a mile off. We’re not surprised.”

Now, he’s even more lost. “Look, can you guys just sit down? You towering over me is creeping me out, man.”

“Good,” Hotch says easily.

Irritation takes over, and he stands up. “You know what, if you’re gonna be funny about it, I don’t actually have to be here.”

Before he can actually make to leave, though, Hotch is shoving him back down into the chair, old metal and plastic creaking under the force of his caught-off-guard body hitting it again. “Stay.”

“What is going on?” Derek explodes. Maybe under different circumstances he’d be able to profile the situation but as it stands, he’s stressed and confused, desperate only to be allowed to leave this dark, cramped room and take Spencer back to his place. It almost surprises him that all he craves in such a weird and unfamiliar situation is cuddles and a nature documentary, but he’s been with Spencer long enough for it to be approaching normal. The younger man’s probably back at his desk by now, wondering where he is, and Derek would hate for him to be worried. He just wants to go home.

“Derek, we are happy for you and Spencer,” Emily finally explains. “But we couldn’t in good conscience let this go on without having a… chat.” Her face twists into the faux charming expression he’s watched her use to disarm unsubs countless times. It stings a little that she’s using it on him.

He splutters a little as a realisation dawns on him, equal parts bemused and offended. “This is… this is a shovel talk!”

“Yes,” Hotch says with a straight face, his expression tight and intimidating as he tilts his head to the side slightly, clearly entirely unaffected by Derek’s emotions. “This is a shovel talk.”

Derek feels himself relax, tension easing slightly. “Guys, I appreciate the sentiment, but Spencer’s my boyfriend; nobody wants to protect him more than I do. You don’t have to worry about me.”

“I’m pretty sure we could give you a run for your money,” Emily says, her expression quickly transforming into something far more dangerous and challenging than only moments previously. “Spencer has something every single member of this team would die to protect. And if you get in our way, then we’re going to have a problem.”

“Emily, what, we’re friends.”

“Yeah,” she agrees, shrugging easily, “and I love you. But Spencer is my little brother, and I would do anything to stop him from getting hurt. As long as you don’t interfere with my primary mission, we’ll be fine.”

Hotch speaks before Derek can get a word in. “Derek, I knew Spencer long before you did. I remember the first time Gideon brought him to one of our lunches, and I saw something in him that made my heart ache. It didn’t take me long to realise that what I saw were the scars left by incredible deep-seated pain. Spencer has been through hell and back throughout his life, and he’s been hurt repeatedly by people who were supposed to protect him, including Gideon. I would do anything to prevent him from getting hurt by someone like that again, you hear me? Anything.”

As confusing as this all is, Derek can’t help but feel touched by Hotch’s earnest, emotional speech. Most of his nightmares these days revolve around Spencer getting hurt, and it’s kind of reassuring to know that he has so many people in the world who will stop at nothing to prevent those horrible dreams from spiralling into reality.

He can’t help but smile a little. “I’m glad he has you two,” Derek says honestly, looking between them, “but I can assure you that if I ever hurt Spencer for some unfathomable reason, your services wouldn’t be needed. I would hate myself enough for all three of us.” Even just considering the hypothetical possibility of hurting Spencer makes his stomach turn: it’s enough for him to know that he wouldn’t need Hotch and Emily to hold him accountable to that, his own self-loathing would be punishment enough.

It seems to appease Hotch and Emily, who Derek realises look sort of like intimidating twin mafia bosses standing over him like this, and they finally step back a little, posture relaxing.

“Well, what are you waiting for then?” Emily says, smiling for real this time. “Get your boy and get home. It’s getting late, you know.”

He rolls his eyes at her as he makes his way to the door.

“Oh, and Derek,” Hotch says, laying a hand on his shoulder, turning him before he can leave, a genuine smile on his face too, “I am actually happy for you and Spencer.”

Derek grins at that. He really is a lucky, lucky man. “Thanks, Hotch.”

“What was that about?” Spencer asks, his features twisting in curiosity as Derek makes his way across the bullpen to his boyfriend, Hotch and Emily emerging from the same room moments later.

Derek doesn’t answer properly, laughing instead. “You got some good friends, you know that?”

Spencer nods, still looking a little confused, but clearly deciding to let it go as he slings his messenger bag across his body, standing up from his desk. Derek slings an arm around Spencer’s shoulders, leading him towards the exit as his insides twist at the adorable blush that colours Spencer’s cheeks so prettily.

“Derek,” he hisses, “shouldn’t we be leaving separately?”

“I think it’s a little late for that,” he chuckles, looking over his shoulder. Spencer does the same, blushing even fiercer as he spots Hotch and Emily leaning against the railing, overlooking the bullpen with all-knowing looks on their faces.

“Oh my god,” Spencer mumbles, clearly embarrassed, but Derek just laughs again as they leave the bullpen and approach the elevators.

“Come on, pretty boy,” he sighs happily, sliding the arm around his shoulders to rest at his waist, fingertips pressing into the small frame of the boy he’s already falling in love with. “Let’s get you home. That penguin documentary awaits.”

“You’re gonna watch Emperors and Kings with me?” Spencer’s happy exclamation and the delighted expression on his face only warms his heart further, and in that moment he decides that he wants a happy Spencer and another nature documentary within his reach for the rest of his life.

Surprisingly, it’s not as terrifying a thought as it might once have been.

(If Derek thinks the shovel talk from Hotch and Emily is bad, though, it’s nothing compared to the one he gets from Penelope. By the end of the next day, he’s somehow reduced to tears that are both happy and the product of extreme terror, on the receiving end of a ‘baby girl’ ban for keeping it from her for so long. In the end, he decides that it’s probably an alright price to pay for everything beautiful that his life has blossomed into over the last few months.)

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[aerithisms]

hi! i was wondering if you could share some of your favorite faberry fanfics? :)

oh ABSOLUTELY bestie come with me on a journey where i embarrass myself by revealing just how much time i've spent reading this stuff over the past few months

you're the trouble i always find by mooosicaldreamz

quinn and rachel meet again as adults when rachel gets cast as the lead on the tv show quinn's writing. fun fact i read this one before i even watched the show because i was bored and it was such a love letter to glee and faberry that it singlehandedly compelled me to watch it and now here we are

stays in vegas by gayerfurtherfaster

the glee club is in vegas for a reunion and when rachel and quinn wake up to discover that they're married they have to retrace their steps from the night before. this one is adorable and so FUNNY i love it a lot

various works by forforever19

forforever19 is a hero of modern society who has written TONS of faberry fic over the last couple of years that i've barely scratched the surface of so i'm sure if you frequent the faberry ao3 you've seen them around but here are some i've read and liked: waiting for a girl like you (alternate take on the wedding fiasco), worth the wait (rachel's college roommate pulls her head out of her ass), to last a lifetime (a vehicle for lots of cute vignettes), meant to be (amnesia fic because i live for the drama), just my soul responding (soulmate au), and one single thread of gold (tied me to you) (also a soulmate au lol)

we are lead (to those who help us most to grow) by nightshifted

alternate take on season 1 quinn and her mental state during the pregnancy storyline after she moves in with mercedes. features the quinncedes friendship we deserve and ofc faberry being in love

you say you've gone away from me (but i can feel you when i breathe) by yumi_michiyo

completely canon compliant post-canon fix-it fic that takes quinn's "and i donated the egg" joke line literally and features quinn and rachel finding their way back to each other through being surrogates for the klaine baby. this fic is my official headcanon for what happens after the finale because i think it's so lovely and treats the characters well

simple parts by flyingflesheater

time travel au where senior year quinn and rachel travel forward to find themselves married in the future. i'm always a sucker for the drama of the time travel trope and i thought the family dynamic in this one was especially interesting

devolution by poetzproblem

alternate take on season 3 quinn that really digs into her psyche during that time in the show. it's lighter on the faberry (though the faberry is there!) in favour of character study and i think it does quinn so much justice. also features really sweet quinntana friendship

poetzproblem is another one of those people who's written a LOT of faberry over the years that i'm sure you've heard of and i haven't read anything close to all of it (i haven't tackled their mammoth don't blink series yet but i have faith that it slaps) but i also loved magical mystery tour, a cute time travel flash forward fic (time travel seems to be a big trope in faberry fandom for some reason? i'm into it) and acceptance/remembrance, in which hollywood actress quinn fabray keeps thanking a mysterious rachel berry in her awards acceptance speeches

take these broken wings series by celaenos

canon divergence that follows what quinn's journey might've been like if she kept beth. haven't finished this one yet (mostly because i adore it and i want to savour it lol) but i love this quinn and the found family of it all so, so much. strongly features her friendship with my himbo king sam evans

you and her loathing this cruel world by thememoriesfire

thememoriesfire seems to have been a pretty big name author back in the day and i haven't read either of their biggest faberry fics yet but i really love this one, where it's kurt that quinn gets pregnant with instead of puck, and quinn, kurt, sam and rachel form one big unconventional family

sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything by andawaywego

i've read a few fics by this author and so far they've all been great but this one sticks to me the most. finn's death is such a difficult subject, especially for fanfiction, since it's so wrapped up in the death of a real world person, but i thought this fic handled it in a very delicate way and had such a thoughtful exploration of how rachel might deal with that grief while falling for someone new

mistyheartrbs (also my beloved mutual @mistyheartrbs here on tumblr dot com) has written a ton of faberry fic that i've barely started digging into but this recent missing scene fic set during season 3 made me feel insane so i offer it as a place to start

gonna stop there and i'm sure i'm forgetting something i loved but there is so much good faberry fic out there it's the best!! i don't usually end up into fandoms where the fic writing scene is this prolific and i'm having a lot of fun indulging in the backlog

[septembersghost]

Hi! Hope I'm not getting annoying lol. You're my BCS-crush-blog (you're my crush blog in general, because I LOVE the things you write and how you express them), so, I found something and I want you to have it too. I was going through some of the music I haven't been listening to for 100+ ages until I stumbled upon this: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=stD0RILhOo8 Ok, so in the studio version, and in most of live performances he sang it together with his girlfriend (they were in love and ran a band together). Then they broke up. This is the first time he sings it alone while going through that break-up, and he is still in love with her and still in pain. I know it's a deeply personal story of two real people and their real break-up, but christ does this remind me of Jimmy. Every line fits Jimmy and Kim so well, what happened to them, what became of them (Leave me out with the waste, this is not what I do), all this raw pain, the heartbreak, the agony so strong it destroys something in you, the need to forget this and pretend you're fine ("Is that alright? - Yeah") , but of course you're not, it is not, you can't forget, and then this part in the song when he starts screaming "no". Like I listen to it and I see Jimmy in the end of Fun and Games and how absolutely broken he looked, and his "Please, Kim, don't do this, please", "We make each other happy", "Tell me what I need to change, I'll do it", "I love you". No, don't go, no, don't leave me, no, this cannot be real. No. No. No. (And Jimmy got stuck with this "No" for years, he couldn't accept it, couldn't get through it, and instead erased the caring and loving part of himself, the part that hurt, the part which he thought got rejected, and became the absolute worst version of himself, still crying the same "No" underneath all of his charades) In the comments somebody said "This is a sound of a man who never got over his true love", and another person said "this kind of emotion rips you apart." The singer didn't get over it, the same way Jimmy never got over Kim. I think the song is as beautiful as it is painful, and when I found it now I just thought of you and our unhinginess over BCS and I want to share this.

omg 🥺😭💗 you are the sweetest and could never be annoying, thank you lovely, i'm so glad you're here and grateful for you listening to my silly little thoughts.

NOT 9 CRIMES!!! i haven't heard this in YEARS, the emotions this brings back!

If you don't shoot it how am I supposed to hold it <- point and shoot guilt and agony

It's the wrong kind of place to be thinking of you <- jimmy as saul at any given moment

you're so right, the desperation and feeling of self-loathing and complete heartbreak over losing that vital of a love, which is like the loss of a piece of yourself, that's too deep and disruptive to ever get over.