#and went through great risk to see it done

[twifairy]

A thing that fascinates me about Genshin and Klint as posthumous characters

When we finally find out who they are in 2-3 they are presented as a brutal murderer and innocent victim but, to my memory, almost every single character who talks about Genshin has some sort of virtue to list about him. He is noble, well-spoken, honest, good father, he saved Barok's life once

Klint doesn't seem to have any of that. It's not until you're in the endgame that Barok defends his brother's honor, but none of the things he says really seem to paint him as virtuous. He was extremely fastidious. He was an incredible prosecutor. He would be happy his death led to the Professor's arrest. His sense of justice was strong— some would say too strong.

Barok even admits that he suspected Klint once, but it wasn't until the third murder (the Lord Chief Justice) that he denied the possibility. He believed him capable of the first two, and blackmail wasn't even in the consideration.

The game is really really good at showing the way grief twists your image of a person— you're forced to see Kazuma for who he is even though you missed him dearly and want the closeness of the first two cases again

By all means, I think Klint was a kind, loving, noble person. But in his death he only gets to be seen as an otherworldly, heroic figure— something he never wanted

[leupagus]

Tuesday's House Budget Vote and what you may not have heard about

I'm reposting this from a reblog of a really great post about the work that Representatives Mullin and Pettersen did in voting against the GOP budget on February 25th, because I don't want to detract from that message.

Instead, I want to talk about the larger implications of H. Con. Res. 14 itself, and why the Democrats risked so much (in Mullin's and Pettersen's cases, actual harm) in order to show up for this vote.

The vote in question is starting the first of quite a few votes for the upcoming GOP budget; it's not a done deal by any means, this was just the vote to get it started, so to speak. But it was still a very, very, VERY important vote, because not only would failure be catastrophic, but so would a win that just barely squeaked by.

And this one squeaked like a fucking mouse in Murray's Cheese Shop.

Speaker Johnson has been waffling on putting this to a vote because there were several outspoken GOP members who talked a big game about opposing it. Usually this doesn't matter, since most bills get some bipartisanship, but at present the House is in GOP hands with only a three-member margin of error, with two seats vacant (note: those two vacancies are FL 1 and 6, which are holding their special elections on April 1 — lol — and which are EXTREMELY unlikely to flip but hey miracles happen! Donate or phonebank if you'd like!). And Democratic representatives have been voting in a bloc against...well pretty much everything the GOP's been pushing through since Trump took office. Not only that, but this budget is legit unpopular with a number of Republicans, so much so that Johnson pulled the vote at first on Tuesday because he knew it would fail if the GOP members who'd threatened to vote against it actually went through with it. What he needed was to either convince them all to fall in line, or resort to cheating.

So he did both!

He and Trump strongarmed all but one of the GOP holdouts into voting yes (Congressman Massie is in many ways a turd in a toilet, and his reasons for voting no were bad, but he did stick to his guns, I'll give him that). Reports of Trump actually screaming at one of the (female, naturally) GOP holdouts are...well, unsurprising, but that's how panicked they were about getting this bill started. Usually the Whip does this work, but Tom Emmer's been laughably bad at it and so they had to get Trump to actually do some work. Which is itself sort of astonishing. But even then, they weren't sure they could get it done.

Which leads us to part two of Johnson's plan: blatant cheating. During Pelosi's last session as Speaker, she allowed for proxy voting in light of COVID and, you know, the general state of things, but the second the GOP got back the gavel they nixed it right in the bud. This puts the Dems at a disadvantage right now because at least three of them are out for medical reasons — Mullin and Pettersen, as well as Congressman Raúl Grijalva who's fighting cancer at present. (He was the only Democrat who couldn't get to the floor for this vote, fwiw, and anyone who insists he should've can suck my left tit.)

So Johnson adjourned the House for the evening, sending everyone home, but told the GOP members to stay and then tried to rush through the vote before the Dems realized what was happening. His hope was that enough Dems would be caught flat-footed/not see the recall notice/be asleep watching Taskmaster (whoops that was me) by the time they got the message to get back to the floor. That way he could lose the holdouts but still pass the budget onto the next phase.

However! While Nancy Pelosi no longer rules the Democratic caucus with her iron fist and fabulous coats, my man Minority Leader Hakeem Jeffries learned quite a lot from her (and is pretty fucking genius himself). Not only did he and the other House leadership expect this kind of chicanery from Johnson, they had planned on it.

Because here's the thing: Mullin and Pettersen didn't get on a plane at the last minute on Tuesday; they'd gotten to DC on Monday, without telling anyone they were in town. They actually hid from the GOP members all day Tuesday in order to lull Johnson into thinking he had more of a margin than he did; if the GOP holdouts really had voted against the budget, then it would've failed. Which would have been a biiiiiiig problem for Johnson and Trump.

As it is, it's still a biiiiiiig problem for Johnson and Trump, because now they know just how razor-thin their margin is. More importantly, they also now know that the Dems will fuck with them just as much (if not more) as they will fuck with Dems. Congress (and the USA in general) has operated for years on the assumption that Democrats operate in good faith, while taking it for granted that of course the GOP ratfuck as much as humanly possible.

This moment is a chilling one for the GOP; they can't assume anymore that Dems will play fair or fight clean. Which seems like a very small thing in the larger picture right now, I know, and I also know that people would love for their Democratic representatives and senators to be more vocal and angry in public ways. I get that!

But this move on Tuesday night? Is actually going to have far bigger consequences than any meme or viral video or clever soundbite from a politician. Democrats are no longer playing by the rules that the GOP's ignored for years (if not decades); they're playing by the GOP's own rules, and they just might win.

[seat-safety-switch]

Have you ever gone that extra little bit on a project, only to completely ruin it? We all have. Being human is about trying harder and then immediately regretting any additional effort we spent on it. Whether it be running your sleeve through some fresh paint, trying to adjust some setting glue, or even going back for that last little polish only to fuck the whole thing up forever, never doubt your ability to snatch failure from success.

True experts know the secret to delivering consistent results every time: slack off at the end. Just resist that urge to go the extra mile, and be happy with the miles you already accomplished. Learn to use the magic phrases "good enough" and "I'm happy with it." In this way, you will avoid disaster. Hell, the bible says they took the seventh day off after creating all of existence, and things turned out kind of sort of okay even after coasting to the finish on that one.

There is, however, a hidden risk. Bear with me now. If you are constantly half-assing to the certain amount, eventually you will get a lot faster with practice. Soon, you'll be able to get done in a half-ass what you once needed three quarters of an ass to complete. It is in this extra quarter-ass that danger lurks, for this is the new place where you will be tempted to go above and beyond. Oh, things finished up so much faster than before, I still have time to– No. Stop it. Now you have more time to post about how great this one went on the internet, and then start a new project!

I hope that this is helpful and instructional for all of you. I'd write something more after this sentence, but I think things are going pretty well already, and I'd be afraid to fuck it up with some incomprehensible analogy to giraffes that would get etched on my tombstone. See? I went too far as it is, now it's all weird.

[melminli]

what would it be like to be in a romantic relationship with cho hyun-ju? l headcanons

short summery - a few scenarios about dating the one and only, cho hyun-ju! (w/ fem!reader)

a/n: i’m not a trans person so i obviously can't know what that feels like, but i also never want to ignore that part when writing smth w/ her since it's an integral part of her identity! lmk if there ever is something that i should fix!

dating hyun-ju would probably have to happen either before her transition or quite a while after because she just wouldn't be in the right headspace to meet someone new during the early stages of all that change. it just would be a period in her life where she needs a lot of space and time for herself, so romantic relationships would definitely not be one of her priorities.

however, dating hyun-ju before she starts her transition would give you both several options on how to manage this step in your relationship. firstly, you would have to think about your sexuality a bit, if you haven't already done so. especially, if you would still want to be with her! it would obviously be difficult for hyun-ju to finally decide to come out to you because she loved you and didn't want to risk losing you, but of course, she would still respect any decision you made! sometimes you just have to let go of the things you love, even though it would break her heart if you decided to stay friends. but, either way, she was glad that she could trust you with this!

dating hyun-ju after she came out to you would lead to you helping her as much as you could through the steps of feeling more comfortable in her body and standing by her side after losing family and friends. you were ready for her to share her mental problems and more with you, so that you could support her, but hyun-ju would try to burden you as little as possible with all that stuff. having you by her side was enough for her and she also just didn't like complaining to the one person who made her forget about all the negative things in her life. so, maybe after a while, you two would agree that she should try therapy! it would be something that could reinforce her in a way that she felt more comfortable with when it came to her problems, and it would help her tell you about some things in a way that wouldn't overwhelm you or her.

dating hyun-ju would generally mean that you would always feel safe by her side, not only because she was a very understanding person and a good listener - but also because she was well aware of her own physical strength! there was a time when she was very ashamed of it and it wasn't her fault that society didn't consider muscles and stuff to be 'feminine', but you didn't want her to dislike herself for something that you loved about her. so, you did some research and discovered some great female personal trainers, wrestlers, and the like to show them to her! self esteem wasn't something that could be built overnight, but seeing other women who were like her and confident should still help somehow, right? besides, you two eventually started being fans of these people!

dating hyun-ju would mean that she would unconsciously take care of you in different ways. whether that meant taking you out somewhere or cooking for the two of you. honestly, you would have a hard time returning the favor because hyun-ju would insist that she liked giving more than taking, but she also deserved to sit back and relax sometimes! so, there would be more moments over time when she would let you take the lead and let herself get spoiled a bit.

dating hyun-ju would involve, that you only had to mention something you liked in a conversation once for her to buy it for you. she's pretty observant when it comes to things like that!

dating hyun-ju would mean that when you went to bed at night, you would often have long pillow talks until one of you fell asleep. the length of the conversations always varied, of course, but you both especially cherished the time on days when you were recovering from a busy week. you would just lie close to each other for quite a while, whispering quiet things to each other while the nightlight was on, and find comfort in each other's presence.

[drfranklangdon]

Buck hears the chopper land and knows exactly who’s in the pilot’s seat. He looks over to Bobby, who is talking to Athena and a man he doesn’t recognize. Before he can ask, he’s cut off. “Make it quick.”

Buck grins and turns on his heels. Then he full-on sprints down the freeway, weaving through the sea of passengers and ambulances. He nearly knocks Eddie over and hears him snark something about being ‘thirsty’ to Hen.

Finally, he gets to the end of the make-shift runway they made. Tommy jumps out of the cockpit, looking insanely hot in his flight suit. The memory of him wearing it, and only it, while Buck went down on him a few weeks back flashes in his head. He quickly reminds himself they’re in public. There are too many cameras around for him to get a semi right now. “Pilot Kinard.”

Sauntering over to him, Tommy doesn’t shy away from checking his boyfriend out – eyes slowly scanning over Buck’s frame. “Firefighter Buckley.” He’s the hottest man to walk the earth. “Got a patient for me?”

“A-a patient?” Buck stammers, getting a little (a lot) lost watching Tommy’s lips as he spoke. “Oh y-yeah, the patient!” Buck looks behind them, to where Chim is doing his final check on the pilot Athena and the passengers kept alive through the crash. “He’s stable. Machine got his pulse back.”

“Great. Donato’s setting up for medevac.” They are so close. But they are tragically not touching. Tommy hasn’t even so much as given him a shoulder pat or ruffled his hair. Buck’s vibrating out his skin. He needs his boyfriend’s lips on his right now. “We have five minutes.”

That’s all Buck needs to hear. He quickly looks around; everyone else is busy with other survivors. He grabs Tommy by the collar of his flight suit and slams him against the closest engine. He crashes their lips together, tongue first.

Tommy makes the same surprised moan he did when they made out in the hospital. It takes a second for him to catch up, but he makes up for it by licking the roof of Buck’s mouth and pulling his hair, keeping them as close as possible.

“Don’t ever pull a stunt like this, okay?”

“Mmm hmm.” Tommy mumbles against his lips. Buck knows he can’t really make that promise. As a pilot, there’s always the risk of something going wrong. He doesn’t like to think about it.

Buck kisses his chin. “You’re texting me every time you take off…” Another to his jaw. “… and again when you land.”

Tommy chuckles and Buck can feel the vibration against his chest. “Of course, Evan.”

“Good.” He taps his chest. His strong and firm chest.

Tommy attempts to smooth down Buck’s curls, having messed them up during their embrace. “Once you’re done here, you coming over? I’m cooking.” Sounds perfect, exactly what Buck needs after a day like today. “I wanna hear all about you saving the day – I heard something about a motorbike?” He adds with a tilt of his head. Buck knows exactly what that glint in his eye means.

Giving another quick look around, he bites at Tommy’s lip – unable to hide his playful smirk as he grabs a fistful of his boyfriend’s ass. “Of course I’ll come over…” He kisses past his cheek to bite at Tommy’s ear lobe “… Daddy.” He whispers – just for him.

Tommy curses under his breath and his grip on Buck’s hips tighten. “Evan –“

“Buckley! Stop distracting my pilot.” Lucy yells from the chopper. “Get your ass overhear, Kinard!”

They, begrudgingly, separate. Tommy turns around once he’s halfway to the chopper. “We’re finishing this later.” Buck can’t help but bounce on his heels, arousal and excitement coursing through him. Buck not caring at all about failing the ‘not getting a semi’ plan.

Tommy gets into the cockpit and starts the engine. Wind gusts around them as the blades spin. The chopper starts to lift off, Buck waving at Tommy as he flies away. “Nice to see you too, Tommy!” Chim sarcastically shouts at the sky.

[jyoongim]

I love your stories, they are fantastic and feed my daydreams to a intensely gratifying degree.

I am curious if you would entertain the idea of writing an Alastor and fem reader as battle partners and occasional lovers. She’s a fox demon that has been around for centuries and is very powerful. She is indispensable to him in battle but she helps him take care of his baser urges especially during his rut.

I beg you!

Thank youuuuuu

note: i kept this rather suggestive hehe.

Alastor x Kitsune! Fem Reader

“So what’s with the fox? Didn’t take smiles to be much of a dog person” Angel said to Husker as the black fox trotted past him, walking towards said demon sitting on the sofa, rubbing against his legs before jumping up and curling up in his lap.

Husker shook his head, grumbling “Listen, that’s one thing you don’t want to know about. Trust me” he chugged at his bourbon.

Angel rolled his eyes at the cat demon, “Oh c’mon! Tell me! What do Mr. Fancytalk need with a pet? ” He whined. Husker ignored him, thinking sooner or later the spider will figure it out.

Charlie and Vaggie entered the lobby, overhearing the conversation. Angel turned his sight to Vaggie “Hey Vagina do you know the deal with the strawberry pimp’s pet?”

Vaggie sighed ”When Alastor manifested in this realm it was absolute chaos! some have speculated what unimaginable forces enabled him to rival our worlds most ancient and destructive evils. But one thing for sure, he holds an unpredictable source of danger, the kind we shouldn’t risk getting involved with unless we want to end up erased!” Angel deadpanned “that’s doesn’t really answer my questions toots”

Vaggie pointed towards the red demon, at the black fox “rumor has it the fox is the reason he’s so powerful”

Angel sucked his teeth “Ill believe when I see it”

———————————————————————————-

You napped on the bed of your shared room as Alastor sat out on the balcony enjoying the view of Pentagram City.

A loud BANG! Was heard and suddenly there was a massive hole knocked into the hotel.

A giant blimp was outside the hotel and a snake demon was declaring a fight against Alastor.

Alastor joined Charlie and the others at the entrance of the hotel, very much amused at the pathetic display.

”Who are you?” He asked

”I am the great Sir Pentigous! Your fiercest enemy!…We literally battled last week”

Alastor tilted his head, leaning on his cane “Well you would think I remembered you”

The snake demon hissed and went to charge up his weapons.

”Uuugghh Alastor? Aren’t you gonna do something about him? Aren’t you suppose to protect the hotel or something?” angel asked, hands on his hips. Alastor grinned ”Aah yes” he snapped his fingers.

Thick, inky black smoke billowed from the ground as a thunderous growl was heard.

”Holy fucking hell!”

A Giant beast emerged from the ground and immediately took the bump into its mouth and shook like a dog would a toy.

Several appendages swirled as the beast tore into the machine like it was paper.

The snake demon fell to the ground, trying to back away as the massive black beast snapped its sharp teeth at him,  making him cower.

”now now my dear you’ve done enough” Alastor said, causing everyone to look at him confused?

The black beast huffed before black smoke surrounded it.

Walking out of the smoke, holding the snake demon was a…

”THE FOX???!!” Angel exclaimed

You dragged the demon by his hood, baring your sharp teeth at him as he cowered behind Charlie.

You frowned at Alasto as you turned to him, ears flattening

You hands were at your hips as your tails swirled behind you “You woke me up for that?! Please at least let it be a challenge next time”

Alastor snickered as he pulled you into his side,  grin turning Cheshire as you nuzzled him anyway.

Everyone had a puzzled look on their face.

The cute black fox that often roamed the hotel was actually a demon?!

”told you would have found out sooner or later” Husker said.

”A-Alastor w-what?” Charlie stuttered, as Vaggie barged through pointing her spear at you and Alastor.

Your eyes narrowed as you stood in front of Alastor, growling at her, claws flexing in case she made a move. Your tails spiked.

”I wouldn’t do that if I were you” Alastor grinned, peaking through one of your tails

”This darling of mine is that ‘unpredictable source of choas’. Isn’t she a doll?”

————————————————————————————-

“Soooo you two are like a thing? How the fuck? What he own your soul or something?” Angel asked sipping his martini.

You smirked.

You had been with Alastor for a while now. You met the red deer when he first came to hell. He was running a muck in your territory, taking away the souls that you enjoyed tormenting. You, the ‘Kitsune Demon’, would not be intimidated by some newbie. So you fought Alastor. 

Who won? No one knows but many often saw the Radio Demon entering and existing your domain without consequence afterwards.

You and the Radio Demon had a very simple relationship. Your ancient power gave him legitimacy in status as well as your presence on his arm.

You were his best weapon in a battle and a great companion.

You might have looked scary, but only the lanky demon had seen you in your most vulnerable state.

You looked so pretty taking his cock and covered in cum.

”No he doesn’t own my soul and a thing? If you mean I warm his bed and keep him in check for the most part? Then yes” you said bluntly, making the spider gawk.

”you fuck that? That makes a lot of sense now” angel mumbled.

Speaking of fucking, you sniffed at the air. Alastor’s rut was approaching. You had to take care of that.

You left the confused spider as you disappeared in a smoky mist.

”Did you know those two get freaky?” angel turned to Husker, making the cat roll his eyes.

[sugarushwriting]

cherry popper x felix

from this request inspired by this drabble

adult content featured [not proof read]

this is an extended drabble not a full fic

your twin brother’s friends were all hot. but there was one blonde who stood out the most. the one with the freckles, pretty smile, deep voice, and who they nicknamed sunshine.

yongbok, or felix as they all call him.

it wasn’t until a pool day at your house, seeing all the men (minus your brother, of course), shirtless, wet, and smiling that something ignited in you.

you knew felix was fit, but fuck, he looked extra good that day. his freckles were full force and the sun just did something.

you were a virgin and honestly sick of it. you just wanted it over with. but at the same time, you didn’t want just anyone. you had no idea who you would approach, until it hit you that day. the perfect guy to ask.

“you want me to what?” his thick accent came through, voice went up a notch as he was so shocked.

you. his best friend’s twin sister was asking him to take your virginity. and you didn’t even ease into it.

you shrugged. “i’m sick of not knowing what’s it like to have sex, and right now i trust you. i want you.”

that’s how you ended up on felix’s bed at his house. no way could you risk getting caught with felix buried deep in you by your twin. nope.

what you didn’t expect was felix to bring out whip cream, strawberries, and a blind fold.

you knew he’d be sweet and kind to you for your first time, but this?

“sensory deprivation. it’ll have you more aware of your body and what it’s feeling.” felix’s deep voice husked, and your body shivered.

his voice would be great for storytelling, animation, whatever. it was just so—ugh!

you laid on his bed naked, blindfolded. felix started with him biting the strawberry then giving you a sweet kiss. he dipped it in whip cream, having you take a bite. when the cream was left on your lip, he leaned in for a longer, deeper kiss.

whip cream suddenly was on your stomach, nipples, hips, and neck. he started with the neck, kssing and licking. then felix kept going down, spending extra time for your sensitive nipples, and tickling your sides.

“open your mouth.” he deeply asked, and you obeyed. he sprayed whip cream in your mouth. his tongue met yours as you shared a kiss and the whip cream.

who knew this would be so hot. sexy.

“usually i add in toys and cuffs, but we’ll save that for another round.”

another round? ROUND! fuck you forgot how high felix’s stamina was. he would probably go three to four rounds with you.

soon forgotten, when felix’s tongue met your folds between your legs. he forcefully held your legs open wide so you wouldn’t even think about closing them around his head.

your hands gripped his hair.

“has anyone ate you out?”

“no-no.” you moaned out, back arching, you squealing loudly.

felix loved to hear you. he always imagined it. he kept his growling and moans low. it turned you on even more. it was almost animalistic. protective.

when you were close, he removed his lips, causing a whine from you. “don’t worry, not done with you. you’ll come on my cock.”

oh never have you imagined dirty words coming from felix.

with your lack of sight, you were hyper aware of his every movement, noting him putting on a condom. the way his hands and fingers caressed your skin. his lips leave gentle kisses all over your body. his lips kissing you once more as he slowly pushed his tip in, growling into your mouth.

“been thinking about this so much lately.” he breathed against your lips. you smiled into the kiss.

then, he began thrusting. very slow and softly at first, but when your moans becoming louder, the sounds from your mouth becoming needier, he picked up the pace.

since you couldn’t see, you wanted to touch. you reached to grab his biceps, your hands going down to around his wrists.

felix grabbed your hands in his as he threaded his fingers through yours.

loving. tender. sensual. all of it.

soon you came (loudly) followed by felix letting out a low grunt, stilling inside of you.

“fuck i’m so glad we did this at my place.” felix chuckled from how loud you were.

he could only imagine how his best friend would react to see him buried deep in you. his best friend’s twin sister.

[shu-porang-porang]

Soft Currents

A short drabble that turned out longer than I intended!

Pairs: Lee Minho (Lee Know) / gn!reader

Rating: Explicit

Theme: Fluff, Suggestive, 18+ NO MINORS.

Warnings: sexual content (hand job), not proofread

Word count: 1 k

It was a busy day but you were by his side every step of it despite his insistence on you staying in the hotel coz you’d already seen the first day of the event, the second one was gonna be the same and it could be tiring, but you accompanied him on this trip to spend more time with him, even if that meant staying out of their hair and watching from a distance, you were still gonna keep as close to him as possible.

You watched them perform from the backstage, the fans screaming from the top of their lungs reminded you how lucky you were to end up with him as your boyfriend and not just an idol who you had to worship from miles away.

When the show was nearing its end, you went back to the hotel alone, as much as you wanted to stay there and congrats them on the great job they did, it wasn’t safe to leave at the same time as they did, exiting the same door, getting in one of the cars lined up for them, you couldn’t risk letting the fans find out.

After an hour or so spending alone, Minho opens the door to your shared hotel room and you greet him with a hug.

“I’m drenched in sweat” he warns you as he only throws his arms around you and keeps your bodies apart.

“I don’t care, I miss you” you say as you sniff his neck, actually he smells nice, or that’s how it seems to you, his cologne mixed with his scent is intoxicating, you try to hug him closer but he slips out of your embrace.

“Let me take a quick shower and then you can hug me as much as you want, okay?”                      

You just stand there with your hands on your sides, pouting more than needed just to put up a show.

“Be back soon” he kisses your pout and disappears into the bathroom.

 You go through the TV channels as you’re leaning against the headboard of the bed, waiting for him. He finally emerges from the shower, with a towel around his waist and a smaller one around his neck gathering the droplets falling from his wet hair.

As astonishing as he looks, you don’t give him any attention, still a bit pissed that he didn’t hug you properly earlier. He sees you on the bed and can’t help but slotting himself between your legs, leaning back on you and intentionally pressing you hard to the headboard while chuckling at your struggles to push him away.

“Get off! You’re suffocating me!” you squeal and playfully punch him on the shoulder.

“Say you’re not mad”

“Okay I’m not mad, you big baby!”

He stops messing with you and sits up.

“Why didn’t you dry your hair? My shirt got all wet from the water dripping from it” you complain but you’re actually glad he didn’t do it, coz it means you get to dry it and that’s one of your favorite things to do, attending to a soft fluffy Minho after a shower. You remove the towel from around his neck and gently pat his hair with it to soak up the water.

When you’re done, you run your fingers through his hair, ruffling it up, making sure it’s dry enough so he won’t catch a cold. You throw the towel aside and wrap your arm around him to pull him back to your hug. He leans back and rests his head on your shoulder, then closes his eyes and lets out a sigh. You watch his perfect face for a few moments, cheeks still flushed from the shower, his skin feels warm and a little damp.

You kiss the vein on the side of his neck, your lips wander on the tender skin, he tilts his head for you so you have better access. He hums in approval as you lick his earlobe and suck on it a bit. Your hands roam on his toned chest, gently massaging his pecs. As your lips keep kissing wherever they can reach, your hands travel south and play around the hem of the towel still covering his waist.  

He reads your intentions and protests: “Babe, I’m too tired for that”

“You don’t need to do anything, just relax and enjoy” you say waiting for his permission, which he gives by turning his head and kissing your lips.

You keep kissing as you peel the towel away and press your palm on his still quite soft cock. You give it a couple of strokes before reaching for his balls and play with the sac. He lets out little whimpers which you swallow. It doesn’t take long for him to get hard, you map the veins running along it with your fingertips, how you wish you could do it with your tongue instead, but this position seems suitable for the moment, you don’t wanna disturb it. You work him fast, moving your hand up and down his shaft and turning your wrist the way you know he likes. You smear the oozing precum along his member, making the movements even more enjoyable. Every now and then you tug his balls and louder moans leave his mouth. Every time your thumb brushes on the tip or pokes at the underside, his hips go up, fucking himself into your hand.

He can’t focus on kissing you anymore as he’s nearing his climax, he nuzzles his face to your neck, his little huffs of air are hot on your skin. A few more strokes and with a loud moan, he cums in ropes of white on his stomach and your hand. He sucks on your neck as you help him ride his orgasm, all the cum covering your hand and his cock make the obscenest squelching sounds that gather more arousal in your already soaked panties. When his cock goes limp in your hand, you grab the damp towel that you used to dry his hair earlier to clean his abdomen and your hand.

He shifts on the bed so he’s no longer leaning on you, instead he lies on his side next to you “That was so good, love. Thank you” he says as he wraps his arms around you, dragging you down so you’re lying too.

You cup his face: “you worked hard, you deserved it” you kiss him deep and slow. He pulls you closer and falls asleep with you in his arms.  

[lavender-butterfly-cookie]

The Greatest Show (Pre corruption Shadow Milk cookie x Reader)

Imagine being the assistant of the smartest cookie to have ever walked earthbread. Imagine having the honor of working side by side with a cookie whom holds all knowledge. Imagine being part of so many magnificent shows by his side. Well, this isn't an imagination for Y/N cookie. They were the most trusted cookie of Blueberry Milk cookie, after all.

To work side by side with him was the highest of honors. He was smart, funny and frankly the best companion to work with. He had the most wisdom in all of earthbread and obviously that drew a lot of cookies to come see him. Y/N cookie themselves, as the great cookies assistant, also greatly admired him. And he knew it. He was kind and caring with them and when he wished to have company under the night sky it was always Y/N cookie who'd be there. The two had grown close and it was undeniable that both were fond of each other.

This relationship didn't go unnoticed though. Many cookies wanted to be in Y/N cookies place. They yearned being so close with a cookie such as Blueberry Milk cookie, and seeing someone like Y/N cookie get that privilege on a silver platter sparked some envy amongst them. What did Blueberry Milk cookie even see in them? Wouldn't he rather have a cookie stronger than them? What use does this cookie even have to him? The cookies grew to resent the assistant for having an opportunity they couldn't. This hatred grew more and more and as time past they practically wanted the cookie dead.

"Y/N cookie. Can I speak to you for a moment?"

Y/N cookie turned to face Blueberry Milk cookie when he asked that. They were in his study and were looking through some scrolls for what had been a decently quiet 30 minutes, so the question was a bit sudden. Nevertheless, they nodded.

"Of course. What can I do for you?"

"Have you noticed? The other cookies seem to have grown bitter around you. Do you know why?"

Y/N cookie stayed silent for a moment. It would be a lie to say that this went unnoticed by them. The other cookies seemed to dislike them now, and they didn't know why.

"No. I'm unsure why. As far as I know, I haven't done anything to them. It's strange, really. What could've sparked such hatred towards me?"

"Who knows. It might just have to do with the fact that you're my assistant."

"Really? how so?"

"If you think about it, many cookies would want to be in your shoes, have your position beside me, let's say. It might just be that they envy you for this."

Blueberry Milk cookie looks out the window for a bit in deep thought. Many cookies yearned the position Y/N cookie had. So much that it's turned into envy and resentment towards them. If this wasn't dealt with eventually, then they might be at risk of physical harm. The thought alone scared Blueberry Milk cookie. Those other cookies didn't understand his deep connection with Y/N cookie. And they never will if they choose to hurt them.

"Y/N cookie, do me a favor will you."

"Yeah?"

"Please keep an eye out for any suspicious behavior from the cookies. I don't want to assume they'd do something bad, but it's best to stay safe rather than to regret it in the end. Will you please do that for me?"

"I will. Thanks for the concern."

"Good. It's getting late, I think it's best for you to go to bed for the night. I'll finish up here."

"Alright then. Goodnight Blueberry Milk cookie."

"Goodnight Y/N cookie."

As Y/N cookie walks through the long halls to their room, they can't help but feel something is off. They turned around to check if thy were being followed several times but there was nothing. Once they were finally close to their room there was the sound of something falling over behind them. They turned around to see a butler cookie, frozen in place and staring at them. He let out a sigh as he stood up straight.

"Ah, caught your attention. A slip up on my end, my apologies."

He said it so casually, like this was normal. Y/N cookie stepped back, the feeling that something was off was now at it's peak. He was up to something, they just know it. Why else would he have tried so desperately to be unseen.

"What do you want? Aren't you supposed to have gone homw by now?"

"Yes, I suppose so but it seems like there was still a bit of cleaning left to do."

Y/N cookie didn't even wanna ask what he was trying to imply. They tried stepping back again-

"!?!"

When they were stopped by some other cookie holding onto them from behind. They tried to scream, but the cookie slapped a cloth over their mouth. Their struggles started decreasing as they realized the cloth had been doused in chloroform. Soon the poor cookie had been knocked out cold and the cookie behind them, who was actually a maid, dropped their unconscious limp body to the floor. The butler joined her and both took Y/N cookie to their room, leaving them in a way that looked like they hung themselves in the closet and ultimately killing them.

Blueberry Milk cookie was worried when his assistant didn't come for work today. Something was wrong, very wrong. When he asked the maids and butlers where Y/N cookie might've been, all denied any knowledge of knowing. However, he could feel that one- no, two of them were lying. He knocked at their bedroom door.

"Y/N cookie? Y/N cookie, are you there? Is everything ok?"

No response.

"Alright, I'm coming in then. I'm gonna just hope for both our sakes you're decent."

He entered. Upon seeing that they weren't in sight, he decided to check around a bit. He checked by the bed, in the bathroom, by the closet-

"?!?-"

He froze. This wasn't happening. It wasn't happening. "Y/N COOKIE!!!"

He quickly and carefully brought the limp cold body down from where it had been hung and laid it on the floor in a panic. He tried getting a response, feeling for a pulse, doing cpr, EVERYTHING! But they never made a sound. They never moved. They never opened their eyes. They were gone.

"No... no no no no no no no- Don't do this to me Y/N cookie! This- this isn't funny!... Please... You can't- you can't be dead! You can't! You-... you..."

As the gravity of what happened settled in, he broke down in tears, hugging the lifeless body of his assistant. How... How could this be happening... Why... Why was this happening... they couldn't be dead... He wasn't gonna believe it. He can't believe it.

"You're not dead..." he whispered to himself.

"You're not dead- you're just... sleeping... Yeah... yeah, you're sleeping!"

The broken cookie was now lying to himself. He kept going. Kept insisting they were still alive, that they were still there. This lie became a delusion for him. When he finds out who dare trick them into thinking Y/N cookie died- oh he won't even give them a chance to explain! Heck- did it matter anymore if they're still alive? They ARE still alive! And this time he will protect them from the other cookies! The only way to make sure nobody ever hurt his assistant again was by making sure he controlled EVERYTHING they did. Yeah... Yeah! He'd control them and make sure they'd never hurt Y/N cookie again!

As for Y/N cookie, they were kept in a special room where their dough would never crumble or mold. A place where they could live forever. A place to stay until Blueberry Shadow Milk cookie could wake them up.

If they could ever wake up that is.

[thankyoudanielfest]

Thank you, Daniel! Fest – First wave roundup post.

Here's the second wave roundup post.

Did you feel that outpouring of love yesterday? That was all the creativity unleashed within the first reveal wave of our fest! As promised, here's the roundup post so you don't miss out on anything!

Fics:

The Designated Alternate Universe Driver (DAUD) by @fiveredlights

Daniel Ricciardo/Max Verstappen, 483 words (chapter 1/2)

Daniel doesn't pass out when he finds out who the 2025 DAUD is. Benjamin wishes he did. There was a whole bet going. 

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In The Eye of a Hurricane (there is quiet) by @shineon3

Daniel Ricciardo/Max Verstappen, 5,1k words (complete)

Max is the one who gets the call. He steps outside to take it, surprise and shock bleeding through his body language. Daniel watches over him until he comes back inside the small coffee shop, flashing him a small smile. “Good news?” “Great news,” Max’s grin widens. Or: Love, healing, and all the ugly in-between.

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Putting Cares To Rest by @sillystappen

Daniel Ricciardo/Max Verstappen, 2,8k words (complete)

Daniel has changed the way his room looks quite a bit this year. OR f you want 100 words(ish): The 2024 season has not been kind to Daniel, in fact he doesn't know if Formula 1 ever was. The narrative seems to have doomed him from the start. Part of him wants to beg, to scream, to cry that his time is not over, that he can still be one of the greats. But he's being realistic, and despite the hurt he knows that it's all good and done. He's going to let it all go, change his point of view, and move forward. What else can he do?

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Late night pick-up by @sequinsandfins

Daniel Ricciardo/Max Verstappen, 4.7k words (chapter 1/2)

Ricky Bob Motors is a full service garage. Daniel likes hot guys and hot cars, and luckily for him, he is not in short supply of either. When he finds a hot guy who likes to be fucked over the hood of his own car, even better.

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Worth Everything by @beth1814

Daniel Ricciardo/Max Verstappen, 2,4k words (complete)

After Singapore, Daniel went home to Australia, Max shows up after Abu Dhabi saying he is retired. Does Daniel risk everything and admit his feelings to Max?

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a star in the face of the sky by @champagneshoey

girl!Daniel Ricciardo/Max Verstappen, 4,8k words (ongoing)

Always the media’s darling, endless articles get published in the wake of her departure. She doesn’t need to read them all. She knows they draw the same conclusion: The future of women in Formula 1 does not include Danielle Ricciardo.

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Get It Right Back by @overtake

Daniel Ricciardo/Max Verstappen, 6,6k words, (chapter 1/4)

Daniel grips cold porcelain between his fingers and watches the veins in his hand push against the skin with the effort. He takes one long, deep breath and takes stock of himself. His hair is freshly cut. His suit is tailored perfectly. When he smiles at his reflection, he can see a brief glimpse of the guy who once had a C over his chest and skated more naturally than he walked. Toronto is going to be different, he promises himself. If this is his last chance at a Stanley Cup, he isn't leaving without a fight.

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formless shape by anonymous

Daniel Ricciardo/Max Verstappen, 3,3k words (complete)

One week after he comes home for real (for good, maybe), Daniel makes himself text Max, even though thinking about anything and anybody related to F1 feels like raking himself over hot coals. It wasn’t Max’s fault, even if, in the end, Max wasn’t enough to save him. Or: a story about an alternate Daniel who isn't living his best life after he gets kicked out of F1 and needs a little help getting there.

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growing sideways by @thewindowatkirkland

Daniel Ricciardo/Max Verstappen, 20,8k words (complete)

“We’re in Monaco,” Max says, “and you haven’t lived in either of those places for a very long time, Daniel. Since 2013.” It must be fucking amnesia, Daniel reasons, because when he went to bed last night it was July 2012. And here a grown up Max Verstappen is, telling him 2013 was a very long time ago. OR: daniel wakes up in a bed he doesn’t recognise, next to a man he doesn’t know.

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tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow – podfic by @tkaptains, fic by whimsicule

Daniel Ricciardo/Max Verstappen, 1.5 hours (chapter 1/3)

But before Max leaves them all in the dust, it’s Daniel’s turn. It has to be. Christian doesn’t get to decide that it isn’t. Because Daniel has given his all to this team, and he has waded through shit for this team, and this – retirement after fucking retirement – cannot be the end of the road. He deserves – no. He has earned it; to be there when this shitbox of a car finally improves and the gap to Mercedes closes. So despite a voice in the back of his mind saying, get out while you still can, dipshit – Daniel is staying at Red Bull.

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Edits and creations:

Daniel and the shoey by @overtake

Daniel themed necklace by @alasarys

All good, All Ways embroidery by @pitforwets

Music video by @notthehardtyres

Please show some love to everyone who participated! All of the people above have done an incredible job and we applaud them.

There is of course more to come but all in due time ❤️ See you on 24th of December for the second reveal wave!

[xxresi-rotxx]

i just need leon x f!reader angst where he goes off on reader🙏🏽🙏🏽

I’m always down for an angsty prompt! I feel like there are so few of them (or I’m garbage at finding them lmao) either way, enjoy😘😘

I was going to have Leon absolutely scream at the reader but wasn’t sure how harsh to go so I made this pretty mild😅I left it open incase you crave a harsher part 2🫢😏

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Leon didn’t want you on this mission. He advocated against it. But did the President listen? Of course not.

“I’ll feel better knowing you aren’t alone out there Leon.”

Would the President really feel better if he had known he’d basically just given Leon another person to worry about?

Leon had worked with you in the past, chatted occasionally when he saw you. You were a great field agent and one hell of a shot; but Leon couldn’t deny the way his stomach would flip every time he saw you.

This mission was supposed to be in & out. Find Ashley, bring her home. So why the fuck does it seem like every ghost of his past is coming to haunt him? The ties Luis has to Umbrella, Ada’s interference, the death that haunted him everywhere he went; it was exhausting. Maybe it was the exhaustion or the way he kept jeopardizing Ashley to make sure you were okay that had him yelling at you right now, but regardless of what it was he couldn’t stop.

“Ashley, give us a moment.” Leon grit out before opening the door of the cabin and walking out, waiting for you to follow him.

You followed, utterly confused at what had crawled up his ass and had him so upset.

“Leon what-”

“Are you truly that stupid?” The harshness of his tone and the way he spat the words at you had you frozen. Out of all of the agents you worked with, Leon was always the nicest. The only one you didn’t look down on you for being a female agent.

“Well?” He continued, waiting for some comment on your behalf.

“I-I,” you couldn’t even figure out what to say “what are you talking about?”

“The President insisted you come along, no matter how many times I argued against it, and all you’ve fucking done is made this 100 times harder.”

His eye contact was unwavering and you hated how small it made you feel. It didn’t help that he towered over your figure physically either.

“What have I made harder? I’ve done nothing but help you and Ash-”

Leon’s laugh cut you off; it was laced with venom.

“Bullshit y/n. Ashley is our priority or did you forget?”

Was he referring to earlier? When you saved Luis?

“Are you seriously yelling at me for saving a life?”

You were starting to get angry, this wasn’t the Leon you had heard all about from everyone in the agency.

“He would have made it just fine, there was no reason for you to risk all of our lives for some dick.” He spat.

Your face flushed between a mix of anger and a mix of hurt. You were used to comments like this from the other douchebags who didn’t like you simply because you were a better agent, but not from Leon.

“You don’t honestly think-” he cut you off again.

“Why did you want to come on this fucking mission, huh?”

‘To work with you’ the thought died on your tongue before you actually answered.

“I’ve had to save you more than I’ve had to save Ashley, what did you want to just make my life this much harder? Prove yourself, is that it?”

He was just like everyone else, your heart ached at the thought. You had been so excited to work with Leon, to see his tactics up close, to help him.

“Fuck y/n are you even listening?!” He got closer to you now, suffocating the space around you. His eyes trained on yours.

“I’m not trying to prove anything.” You barely got the words out, realizing your voice was so low he probably didn’t even hear it.

Leon scoffed, turning away from you and running his hands through his hair.

“You could have been killed.” He spoke.

You almost didn’t hear him, his voice eerily quiet.

“What?” You questioned, so confused by his mood swings.

“YOU COULD HAVE BEEN KILLED” he screamed back at you, before pulling a gun from his hip and shoving it into your stomach.

“Do me a fucking favor okay? Protect yourself before you try to protect others.”

Leon couldn’t figure out how to voice his concern for you. His emotions coming at him in waves he couldn’t control. He was furious you kept risking yourself for others, furious you were even in this hell hole. He was amazed every time you shot someone he didn’t even notice, truly awed that you kept such a positive mentality, but his strongest emotion right now was fear. Fear you wouldn’t make it out, fear he would be forced to save Ashley over you.

None of this made it’s way across to you. Instead you felt like a burden, like another agent just in the way. The man you looked up to was no better than everyone else, and you suddenly found yourself tongue tied. Your eyes beginning to water.

You took the gun he shoved at you, and slid it into the waistband of your pants. You refused to meet his eye contact now.

Your lack of eye contact didn’t go unnoticed, but Leon was too frustrated to care. He pushed past you back into the cabin, not bothering to hold the door for you.

There was no doubt in your mind Ashley heard everything. She probably thought you were a burden now as well. Could this mission get any worse?

[gauntletgirlie]

Obedience

Short one shot; complete.

1804 words.

Gil-galad x female reader.

PWP, fingering, blow job; it’s smutty.

Inspired by this post and @daughterofthesunlands request.

I was only meant to do finger sucking then got carried away plz do forgive.

I bashed this out in a couple of hours so bear that in mind 😅

Obedience is overrated, especially when the consequential punishments for misbehaving were so much more… delicious. So it is with this ethos that you find yourself once again hauled before the High King of the elves for yet another misdemeanour.

Gil-galad is his natural resplendent self in flowing midnight blue robes. The gold detailing beautifully embroidered upon it catches the fading light of the saffron sunset in glinting sparks. His deep brown eyes are also glinting, but with annoyance not sunlight. You try not to smile as you take in your second favourite expression of his: exhausted irritation. He wears it so well, like a tragedy mask in a play. It’s the real crown he bears, more so than the golden laurel resting upon his dark brown hair.

You bow to him, not even attempting to hide the mocking edge to your movements. You see his shoulders stiffen back, pulling his posture even more straight, though that feat seemed impossible. He has noticed your insolence and this only serves to quirk your mouth at the edge in triumphant glee.

“Why? Why do you continue to disobey me? What I asked of you was no great thing, yet even this you could not do. In fact, it seems you went out of your way to actively undermine me.” Gil-galad’s voice cut through the balmy air in deep tones, each word enunciated with exasperation.

You reply with a smirk and a languid shrug of the shoulders. Before you can open your mouth to reply properly, however, the High King’s voice booms out.

“I am being serious! You have gone too far.” He steps down towards you until he is standing before you, forcing you to crane your neck back to maintain eye contact. He is nearly a foot taller than you after all.

Doubt creeps into your stomach. Perhaps you have overstepped at last. Gil-galad looks genuinely angry now, and not in a comical way either. There is a storm brewing behind those dark eyes and it is seething behind the tight muscles of his face.

He raises a finger, bedecked with a ring so large it takes up the entire bottom segment from first to second knuckle. His other fingers are similarly adorned and you find yourself mesmerised; you are the snake, he the snake charmer.

You can hear him speaking once more, but the words fall upon dulled ears as you stare at that finger, pointed straight at you. Oh how you have wished he would lay his fingers on you. Never in all his punishments has he done so. Never has he cracked and lunged to hold your throat in his mighty hand.

The idea strikes you suddenly. But no. That would be madness. Or would it? You think of the worst that could happen, only then to think of the best that could happen. That is enough to spur you on.

You lean forward and place your lips on the tip of his finger. You hear silence descend immediately and you risk a glance up at the High King’s face. Ahhh there it is. Your very favourite of his facial expressions. Utter shock.

Fighting the urge to smile, you slowly move your mouth along until you have him in your mouth entirely, teeth resting against his gigantic ring. The ring is preventing you from taking in all of him, yet he fills your mouth well regardless. You caress your tongue on the underside of his finger and draw back, maintaining eye contact the entire time. You suck softly, almost reverentially.

It pleases you to see that Gil-galad has abandoned all attempts at retaining composure. His breathing has quickened and there is now a wanting blossoming in his eyes.

You reach the tip of his finger once more and release him with a flick of your tongue. He does not move, his finger poised where you left it, now slick with your saliva. He is staring at you with an unfathomable expression so you gently run your tongue over your bottom lip and wait.

“Everyone leave. Now.” His voice is low, but in the quiet that has fallen he is well heard. The courtiers and guards all file out, no need to be told twice. Eventually there is just you and the High King. He reaches forward and wipes his finger across your lips, his own parted as he gazes down at you.

“So this is why you have been acting as you have?”

You respond with a small nod.

He slowly draws off his ring, and places it on his other hand. Your eyes widen as you realise what he means to do. You open your mouth in anticipation and he slides his finger over your tongue until he reaches the back of your throat. You feel the rings on his other fingers hard against your skin.

“Impressive. You take me in so well. I wonder if other parts of you would be so… obliging.” He carefully retracts his finger as one such obliging area of yours tightens at what he is suggesting. The lust in your eyes must be quite evident now as Gil-galad issues a small chuckle.

“I suppose there is only one way to find out. But I warn you, I will need your exacting obedience.”

He raises an eyebrow at you as he beckons you to follow him. Obedience is overrated, but the High King has turned the tables, so it is that you find yourself a most willingly compliant subject.

He sits upon his throne and orders you onto his lap. You happily obey. His hand reaches down, and glides up your leg until he stops at your innermost thigh. He draws languid circles there, each stroke bringing him closer to where you most ache for him to touch. He grasps your thigh then and pulls on it, forcing your legs to part. The wanting in you is seeping out, and his wandering fingers meet it before they reach its source.

“Slicker than your mouth, this is promising.” Gil-galad murmurs into your ear, sending shivers down your neck. You feel heady and a tad delirious. This was the best outcome you had imagined and here it was, actually taking place.

You grip him as you feel him caress you in that most intimate place, coating himself with your desire before rubbing against your most sensitive part. You were already throbbing with the anticipation of him, and now that he is here touching you, it is all you can do not to give in immediately. You turn to look at him and see pure adoration shining from his eyes and etching every line of his face. A new favourite expression, gone straight to first place on your list.

When he enters you finally, you gasp at the thickness of his finger. You had not expected him to still feel so big. He asks if you are good to continue and you nod eagerly. The feel of him stroking you inside is threatening to release you into ecstasy, especially now you can also feel him harden beneath you, pressing into you.

“Wait, wait. Not yet. Do you think you could manage another?” You have never heard his majesty sound like this, so open, lust adding an almost growl to the timbre of his voice.

Your own voice is nearly a pleading whine as you say yes. His second finger entering you is enough to stretch you, such is the breadth of the High King’s fingers. He reaches deeper within you and touches a part that is your undoing. It is as though he has pressed a button, releasing a dam. You tighten against his fingers before flooding over him, drenching his entire hand.

You scream in sheer euphoria as waves of bliss roll over you. Gil-galad is forced to grab you with his free hand, arm laced around you and hand gently holding your throat, pressing you against him. You both remain like that for a while, panting against each other, enjoying the moment.

Eventually, Gil-galad slides his fingers from you. You watch in amazement as he sucks your wetness from them with obvious enjoyment. He smiles at you, eyebrow cocked, as he licks the last of you from him.

“I do not waste delicacies.”

You move to face him more and the friction causes him to issue a small groan. You glance down and then back up.

“Speaking of delicacies, it is time for you to partake. Get down.” He speaks with command as you begin to slip off his lap to kneel before him. He is looking down at you through lowered lashes, and you see him twitch through his robes.

You have to force yourself to slow down, to not let your keenness rush you on. You peel back the first layer of his robes, neatly tucking it down the sides of his legs. Then the next layer, and the next, until the High King is exposed in all his glory, springing forth from the last bit of material.

His girth is great, eyes alone can attest to that, but the fact your finger and thumb cannot meet around him concludes the fact. You massage your hand up and down his length, enjoying the feel of him beneath your fingers. His excitement is such that the head is already glistening with it and you can abide it no longer. You must taste.

You suck at the tip, drinking in the little he has already given, before working your mouth up. You fear he is too big. You want to take all of him but he is already hitting the back of your throat. You retreat and try again, tongue licking, lips gliding, as you move up and down the great length of him. Your jaw is beginning to ache but you press on. You feel Gil-galad entwine his fingers in your hair, holding your head, guiding your movements.

You pick up your pace and are rewarded with a moan of pleasure and a tightening of the grip upon your hair. You have one last attempt at fitting all of him in your mouth and manage it, just, but he causes you to gag. Undeterred, you carry on, focusing on the tip, sucking faster and harder until you feel him harden further and thrust into your mouth, spilling down your throat. You gulp greedily.

His eyes are hazy when they meet your own, his broad chest heaving. He releases his hold on your hair to cup your chin. You lick the last of him from your lips as you gaze up at him.

“If I had known this is what it would take to make you obedient, I would have done so much sooner.” Gil-galad mused playfully.

Yes, you think, maybe obedience is not so overrated after all.

[plor-bindery]

Bound: Truth to Materials

It’s done!

I have a colour printer now. Can you tell? Lol.

This is, of course, a bind of my own co-authored fic with lately, who is not on Tumblr much/at all, and not under that name. (Apparently I continue to have the idea that I must try out new techniques on my own work first?)

The fic features artist Draco, so I went with that theme for the book design. I also used Canva for the first time, which was a mix of frustration (“whyyyy doesn’t it do this thing Illustrator does???”) and joy (so! much! stock! art!!!) I actually wound up banging the cover doc back into Illustrator because I didn’t trust the lack of guides and dimensions for measuring the cover, but the export was fairly seamless, so that was fine.

Back cover blurbs feat. @moonflower-rose because their comment made me lol so much when I went digging for gold in the comments. Also @thehoneybeet! (I feel weird putting my own reviews on the cover but I’m pretending they’re all directed at lately.)

More blathering under the cut.

For the wrap cover: glossy legal photo paper laminated in a matte legal 3mil pouch — two covers back to back so only the front gets laminated. I actually tried this first on plain paper but the ink bled in spots from the glue moisture and the whole thing delaminated as the glue struck through. I think the glossy coating provides a better barrier between ink and glue. I also used straight PVA on the second go, reasoning that it carries less water. Seemed to work?

Ran into some troubles with hinges delaminating, though, I think more from flexing and the bone folder than moisture? I can see why the IG Dramione binding girlies use the soft touch laminate — less than half the thickness. I haven’t bought any yet though, not sure I am that keen?

The endpapers are foiled but I was annoyed with the folding obscuring the words — might have to be more cautious with that in future.

All the chapter headers are artworks pulled from the bestmuseumbum hashtag on the bird site. It was very fun finding them. (This fic started with a Louvre visit in which lately and I very maturely admired many sculpted arses so there’s a theme.)

Endbands are sewn with embroidery floss and they came out sooo shiny and neat. One strand of floss per wrap is the way to go, even though it’s slow and fine work.

The rest of the bind is unremarkable — legal quarto, sewn French links, bradel-style case.

The cover came out quite 90s which I kind of love. As I’ve said before, and at risk of dating both of us, co-author lately and I met in our young teens, and that was…in the 90s. The earlier part. So a 90s vibe cover for the first fic we managed to co-write since that time? Perfect. Saved by the Bell goodness.

So… cover wraps… I am not sure! I think it’s probably cheaper than even homemade book cloth, but I imagine the archival quality is not great with all the plastic involved. But then same with HTV. I will almost certainly do it again, especially if I want to do something like a book that’s disguised as a textbook or magazine. While I love the artwork available in Canva, I definitely felt like my own creativity was less present? Hard to describe.

One little technical problem that I’m solving: endpapers didn’t stick to the hinge insides fully, not sure if the wrapped spine is too wide or it’s a lamination not liking glue thing or… but the problem is minor. Something to troubleshoot next time.

[icarusflewsworld]

Rhysand & Cassian & Azriel X OC

Hello, here is the chapter 1 of a fanfiction on the world of Acotar where our three favorite Batboys are the mates of a single woman.

I hope you like it! Don't hesitate to let me know if you prefer the OC to become y/n and/or gender neutral.

Also, I apologize for any mistakes you might find, I'm just a French girl doing her best with Google Translate and her average score of 5 in English classe.

! Don't forget to read the previous chapters ! : Here

Happy reading!

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Chapter 1

When they had entered the luxurious home of Feyre and her sisters, Tamlin and Lucien made themselves invisible with their power and were surprised to find that Rhysand and his two brothers did the same. They hid in the shadows of the great hall to avoid worrying Feyre's two sisters.

Nesta was at the top of the stairs and Elain was facing Feyre, but Feyre was just looking for the one person she really came for. The one person who always really loved her : Luxiana.

“She's not here,” says Nesta bitterly. 

The older sister knew she'd done nothing to deserve Feyre's affection, but to see her enter her home, unannounced, just to look for Luxiana, made her angry. 

“Where is she?” asked a worried Feyre.

Tamlin put an invisible hand on the young Archeron's shoulder to remind her of his presence and to show her his affection. He was there for her and he understood how much Feyre cared for Luxiana. All she did was talk about her, to the great despair of Tamlin, who hated the blonde who is his wife's best friend. 

This girl had managed to get through all the magical defenses of his court to infiltrate his palace. She was only a human, yet she'd been smarter than Tamlin the day she'd come for her best friend. If Feyre had followed her then, the curse might never have been broken and Tamlin and her court would still have that cursed mask on their faces.

Feyre had no time to receive a reply from anyone before the front door of the Archerons' manor, behind the fae, opened.

All eyes turned to see a blonde woman with hair so light it was almost white, rushing into the great hall.

Rhysand, Cassian and Azriel, so far bored by the scene unfolding before them, froze. Their breaths caught in their chests and their eyes widened. In front of them, closing the door, stood the most beautiful woman they'd ever met of any species. Before them stood their soulmate. 

They were sure of it. Rhys had to use all his calm and control not to release his power and reveal himself at the risk of frightening everyone. Cassian trembled and had to take a step back. Azriel was petrified, his heart frozen and his breathing stopped. 

For the three Illyrians, it was as clear as the starry night sky in their court. They never thought they'd be sure at first glance that they'd met their soulmate, but they were. It was their instincts that drew them to her, their bodies that burned with the desire to touch her, their magics that boiled and exploded in her presence and their thoughts that screamed that she was their soulmate.

A bond was forged between them four. A golden thread perceptible only in their minds and magics. A link that connected them directly to this woman. A link that connected the three of them to a human. 

Suddenly, they realized. A feeling, a certainty assured  it to them.  As if it had been obvious all along, as if they always had the answer at their fingertips without ever really knowing it. Fate brought them together, made them best friends and brothers to give them the same soulmate.  Everything they ever experienced, their relationship and their unbreakable bond with their brothers went far beyond simple affection. They were simply destined to be together and to be brothers, for her. For this woman. Everything had led them to this moment. To her. 

She was their mate. 

She held her pale pink petticoats in her hands and her breathing was jerky as if she'd just been running. Her arms were bare and her corset of the same pattern as those petticoats was the only layer of clothing she wore on her back. Her long hair was gathered in a roughly undone braid and her breath was visible. She must have gone out unprotected in this freezing cold, and her flushed cheeks under the light freckles that paced her nose and cheekbones only confirmed their assumptions. 

The young woman was shaking all over her body, and if Rhysand, Cassian and Azriel hadn't been so petrified by the shock, they would have thrown themselves on her to warm her up. 

Despite her obvious coldness, the girl raised an electric blue gaze at Feyre, finally noticing the presence of someone in front of her. Her eyes weren't even directed at them, yet Rhysand, Cassian and Azriel felt as if they were electrocuted. These blue circles enchanted them and they only wanted her to look at them with it.

The young woman's arms released her petticoats and fell limply down her body. Her eyelids widened and her mouth opened. Tears began to bead at the corners of her eyes, which shone with a thousand sparkles.

“Feyre,” she breathed with a rush.

“Luxiana,” cried Feyre, taking a step towards her best friend.

“Luxiana.” The name echoed in the minds of the three brothers like an enchanting spell, filling them with a bunch of new feelings. She seemed to be the answer to all their questions. Luxiana. Luxiana. Luxiana. They wanted to touch her, feel her, talk to her, make her laugh, possess her and love her. 

Luxiana lunged at Feyre, jumping on her and taking her in her arms. Feyre grabbed her best friend and spun her around. Their laughter rose up in the hall and quickly filled the space, bouncing off the walls.

But it was in the bodies and souls of Rhysand, Cassian and Azriel that Luxiana's laughter resonated the most. The sound vibrated them from side to side. They were almost on their knees before this girl when she hadn't even spoken to them yet. 

Luxiana put her foot down and moved far enough away from Feyre to admire her face. Feyre was slightly taller, as Luxiana first noticed. She frowned for a moment in incomprehension, but nothing could dampen her joy at seeing the best friend she'd never thought she'd find again. Her heart felt like it had found its other half.

“You're here.” Luxiana sobbed. “You're okay.” 

Big tears dripped down the blonde's flushed cheeks, and the same were streaming down Feyre's face. Luxiana took Feyre's head in her hands to touch it, to make sure her best friend was really there, in front of her. The hood that almost completely covered Feyre's face fell back. Luxiana didn't notice her best friend's changed face right away, too focused on trying to verify that it wasn't a dream, but Luxiana's fingers met Feyre's pointed ears. 

Luxiana petrified. She lost her smile almost instantly as she stepped back sharply. Surprise and fear distorted her face as she stared at what she thought was a stranger with the same features as her best friend.

“Who are you?” asked Luxiana with a gleam of panic in her eyes.

It was a fae standing in front of her, and she took on her best friend's features to fool her. 

Elain's exclamation of surprise, forcing her to take a step back and clamp her hand over her mouth, Nesta's wide eyes and then her grimace of disgust, as well as Luxiana's fear, tore Feyre's heart apart. 

Nesta hurried down a few steps, but stopped when she saw Luxiana cross the room in a blink to position herself in front of Elain to protect her. 

At the sight of this gesture, Feyre's sobs accentuated and she cried loudly. She would never hurt her three sisters, and it killed her that her new form made them think otherwise.

Rhysand, Cassian and Azriel could only admire the bravery of this young human woman who had just noticed a fae in her home and had stepped in to protect one of the girls. 

“It's me, your best friend. I swear,” Feyre implored. 

She slowly reached out a hand to her three sisters facing her.

“Please,” she begged.

Luxiana relaxed a little. The pain she could see in this fae’s eyes was far too real to be fake, and she couldn't understand why a fae would pretend to be her best friend as a fae and not as a human.

“Prove it,” ordered Luxiana, lifting her chin and looking at the fae suspiciously. “What did we do on June fifth, two years ago, that only Feyre and I can know about?”

Despite her tears, Feyre laughed.

“What happened in that barn must stay in that barn,” she laughed, her eyes shining.

Luxiana took a deep breath. That fae was her best friend. She started to cry again, this time from sadness. What could have happened to her little Feyre for her to turn into a fae? She must have suffered so much.

“Feyre,” cried the blonde, throwing herself back into her arms. “What's happened to you?”

“I'll explain everything,” promised Feyre, pulling her hood back over her head. 

Luxiana took her by the hand and led her into the living room, where she seated Feyre on the sofa and settled down beside her, never breaking contact. Her two sisters followed at a distance, and finally sat down at the opposite of them, on the other side of the small living-room table, still looking at her with shock and suspicion.

Out of the corner of her eye, Feyre saw the door open discreetly, indicating that Tamlin and the others had disappeared to leave them the privacy of their reunion. Feyre felt relieved for a moment; she didn't want to have to talk about what she'd been through under the mountain in front of the lord of the night court, whom she didn't like very much.

Feyre explained everything that had happened to her in great detail. Her imprisonment, the murders, Rhysand, her death, her resurrection... everything.  She forced herself to fight back the feelings of anguish and sadness that compressed her stomach at the memories that flooded her mind as she talked about the events.

Nesta remained impassive throughout, but a glimmer of pity lingered in her eyes. Elain was still surprised, but her eyebrows were furrowed with sadness. That said, it was Luxiana's reaction that tore Feyre's heart. She had placed her hand over her mouth and although she hadn't interrupted her throughout, silent tears had never stopped flowing down her cheeks. Her eyes were wide and pure guilt reigned in there.

Luxiana felt guilty. If she'd listened to herself, if she'd followed her, she could have joined her under the mountain, she could have saved her. Luxiana had promised herself she would always protect the people she loved, and she failed with Feyre. 

Luxiana threw herself into Feyre's arms and apologized, crying her eyes out. The hearts of the two best friends felt as if they were being torn apart with such force that a real pain in their chests almost made them fold in two. 

Feyre refused her apology, stipulating that she had no regrets and that everything was better now. When the two had calmed down and stopped crying, Feyre asked for their help. 

Nesta initially refused to receive the queens and other immortals in her home, stipulating that it would destroy their reputation and a marriage between Elain and a man. Feyre might have been concerned, but she knew that Luxiana would never have let her sister marry an evil man.

“Nesta,” scolded Luxiana with a stern face. “We've got to help Feyre, there will be no wedding or anyone to celebrate it if this king manages to destroy the wall!”

Feyre had noticed that Luxiana no longer looked at her sisters with the same animosity as before, and although she was relieved by this realization, a part of her that told herself that the three of them had grown closer in her absence was jealous. Jealous that Luxiana had managed to be loved by her sisters more than she had. Jealous that her sisters were stealing her best friend.

“Lux is right,” Elain whispered to her big sister. “Feyre has helped us all these years, now it's up to us to return the favor.”

Nesta huffed, then agreed. They even agreed to meet the fae who had accompanied Feyre for further details. 

[youcouldmakealife]

SOTM: Erin/Julius; cosmic vertigo

For the prompt: More Erin and Julius understanding each other on a deep level

“Have you ever thought about the universe?” Julius says.

“I get a headache whenever I do, so I mostly try to avoid it,” Erin says, then, feeling Julius’ eyes on her, “Yeah, I guess. You’ve got to narrow it down a little from ‘literally everything in existence’ for me to figure out what you're getting at, though.”

“How things — change, I guess,” Julius says. “How if something went just a little differently, your life could be completely different too.”

“So like alternate universes,” Erin says, relieved. That’s much less likely to give her a headache. Not unlikely, but thinking about what, exactly, exists past forever? What a constantly expanding universe is expanding into? The last time Erin let herself think about it too long she ended up with a migraine. Possibly a coincidence, but she’s not risking it. That thing lasted two days.

“Yes,” Julius says. “If I was drafted one pick higher, or lower, I would never have come to Edmonton.”

“And you wouldn’t have met Jared, and therefore me, and neither of us would be lying in this bed right now talking about the universe,” Erin says. “Something like that?”

“Something like that,” Julius echoes, then gazes at her for a long moment, not speaking.

“Stop measuring how good a consolation prize I am,” Erin says. Doesn’t matter how great he thinks she is: nobody’s great enough to make up for the pain and suffering of playing for the Edmonton Oilers.

Julius’ mouth quirks, like she’s said it out loud.

“You’re alright,” he says.

“Thanks,” Erin says. “I do my best.”

“Worth coming here,” Julius says.

“Let’s not get too crazy here,” Erin says.

Under the covers, Julius finds where she’s laced her hands on her stomach and prises the nearest away so he can lace his own fingers through it, that hand thief. She likes to sleep like she’s in a coffin and he knows that. Still, she supposes she can lend it to him for a little while.

“Feeling philosophical tonight, are we?” Erin asks.

She doesn’t have to ask why: he’s going back to Finland in two days. Only for a month, before he flies back to Alberta to train with Jared and his buds in Calgary. She doesn’t have to ask why for that either. Dude isn’t going to train in a city he’s never even lived in, a city that hates his guts, just because he misses her brother, though she’s sure Jared would argue otherwise. She won’t make him say it.

“I can come,” Erin says. “If you want me to. I can come.”

Julius blows out a breath. “Next time,” he says.

“Sure,” Erin says. “It’s not — it doesn’t expire or anything. Standing offer. I mean, unless I have something else going on. Then you’re shit out of luck.”

“I will make sure your schedule is clear,” Julius says.

“Thanks,” Erin says. “Thoughtful of you.”

“Would you like your hand back?” Julius says. Erin doesn’t think she’s imagining the reluctance. A month’s not really a long time if the universe is your scale, but if it isn’t, well. It’s long enough.

“That’s okay,” Erin says. “You can have it a bit longer.”

*

So the thing is, when Erin told Julius she’d go to Finland with him, well — it isn’t that she didn’t mean it, because she did, it’s just that she sort of figured that at some point between her saying that and him taking her up on it, she might just spontaneously get past her fear of flying.

Except, fear is such a strong word, isn’t it? She’s fine. She’s been on planes without dying. She even hopped on a plane to see the Canucks host the Oilers — would someone with a lifelong fear of planes do that?

And yeah, sure, it was only ninety minutes, and by the time she quit telling herself that they probably weren't all going to die — but if they did, they better not fuck up and identify her as Bryce’s girlfriend in all the death announcements — they’d pretty much already begun the descent.

Then, once she was done a new recital of how they probably weren't to die — at least they’d better not, because Bryce would feel so guilty about inviting her — they were taxiing to the gate.

And while, like, statistically, that was one of the most dangerous times, like how parking lots and the kilometre around your house are the places you’re most likely to get into an accident, it’s hard to work up the same panic when you’re like, twenty feet in the air instead of twenty thousand.

The flight back wasn’t too bad either, and by the end of the trip, she thought she might have even gotten over that whole fear of flying thing.

She was incorrect.

The thing is, she actually did okay on the flight to Toronto. It helped that it was first thing in the morning, and apparently sleepiness beats out panic, a fact she’s going to be taking advantage of in the future. She genuinely thought she'd reached the other side of it, but the flight to Amsterdam has quickly proven her wrong.

Planes aren’t supposed to shake. And dip! She swears they started to drop out of the sky at one point. Julius said that it was a normal amount of turbulence, but frankly, no turbulence is normal, is it? Sure, it can be a typical amount of turbulence, but normal? They’re in a metal tube in the sky, being thrown around by wind. Erin does not consider any of that to be normal.

“You didn’t tell me you don’t like flying,” Julius says, so quietly Erin can hardly hear him over the almost deafening plane sound nobody else seems to be bothered by. Erin thinks that’s pretty big of him, considering she’s had his hand in a death grip since the turbulence began, and she hasn’t relinquished it even now that it’s finally stopped. In his shoes, she’d probably be going with ‘you know these hands make millions, right?’.

Money that means she’s flying in comfort, if not…comfort. For some reason, Erin thought it’d be easier to deal with things in business class. She doesn’t know why — in a plane crash, the front of the plane is the least likely to survive. But hey, at least Erin got free champagne.

The champagne didn’t help. She hadn’t really thought it would, but she’d been hoping.

“Oh, I don’t know if I’d say I don’t like it,” Erin says. It comes out in a voice she's never heard in her entire life, so perky it’s almost shrill.

“Something stronger?” Julius asks, looking about as disturbed by Stepford Erin as she is. She doesn’t know if he’s talking about the word she’d use or the next drink she should have, but either way the answer's probably yes.

“Do you want your hand back?” Erin asks. It’s not so much an offer as a genuine question, because she’s not sure her hand will unclench for long enough to release it, and she’d probably grab it again the next time the plane started rocking, though maybe she can figure something else out. Grab his thigh or something. It also makes him millions, but it can probably hold up to the abuse a little better.

“You can have it the entire flight if you need,” Julius says. “And for the others.”

Erin’s really, really been trying not to think about the fact there are more flights after this one. Plural.

“Might make it hard to eat,” Erin says. He has the window seat — no fucking way she wants to see just how high up they are, even though she already intellectually knows it — and she’s had custody of his right hand since take off.

“I can figure it out,” Julius says, stroking his thumb over her knuckles. It isn’t quite relaxing — nothing is, right now, not with that damn plane noise — but it’s, you know, not not relaxing, which makes it better than pretty much everything in the world at the moment. It makes Erin’s eyes prickle.

“I know it’s irrational,” Erin says. “I’m well aware of all the statistics, and that it’s safer than basically every kind of transportation. I know. It’s ridiculous. I'm being ridiculous.”

“We can drive,” Julius says. “When we get to Helsinki. We can drive instead. Or take the train.”

Erin tips her head back, trying to keep the tears from spilling. That still leaves Amsterdam to Helsinki, but one flight is better than two. “How long a drive is it?” Erin says.

“Does it matter?” Julius asks.

Erin shakes her head, and when they fall, she swipes at them with her free hand.

“We can drive,” Julius says, thumb tracing back and forth, and Erin focuses on it, the slow sweep of his skin against hers, until the flight attendant comes, asking if they’d like something to drink.

“Champagne,” Erin says. “Please.”

“Two,” Julius says, even though he didn’t even finish his first. “Please.”

“What are we celebrating?” the flight attendant chirps, and Erin stares up at her, unable to muster even a weak smile. Beside her, Julius must be pulling out the ‘dumb fucking question’ face he gives reporters, because the flight attendant says, bright and fake as Stepford Erin, “Two glasses of champagne,” then hurries on to the next seats.

“People,” Julius murmurs, and Erin slides down, twisting in her seat until she can put her head on his shoulder. Probably makes it harder than she needs to, since she refuses to give up Julius’ hand the entire time, but he doesn’t complain, just keeps up the slow sweep of his thumb, and when she finally makes herself comfortable — or, as comfortable as she can, considering the circumstances — he kisses her hair.

“Sorry about stealing your hand,” Erin says. She really hopes he doesn’t think it’s an offer to give it back, because he’ll be disappointed.

“That’s okay,” Julius says. “I don’t need it for my job or anything.”

Erin decides to hold on a little tighter, just for that.

[ficsinhistory]

Sonic 4 and Amy Rose: How her character can be.

So…Sonic 3 is kinda stuck in my head and spinning like a microwave.

In particular, Amy Rose. I loved her cameo and her possible dynamic in the fourth movie with all characters plus her story made my writer’s ideas go WILD! So, I decided to do a silly little post about it! 

I never played the games, just watched the movies, but I've done my search! 

 So let 's go!

(Spoilers to Sonic Movie 3)

Tagging @annymation @nerdyneko6373

BACKSTORY 

I answered an ask before with some basic thoughts, but repeating here, Amy would have a widely new backstory, motivations, arc and narrative purpose while keeping her core: Unconditional love for all living things and a deeply Empathy. 

From the mid-credits, we could see that Metal Sonic apparently came from the future, so not only we may have time travel but that Sonic 4 probs will be based on Sonic CD, which heavily has time travel and fate in its theme.

In the game, cards told Amy she would meet Sonic and she fell madly in love because…destiny said so. Ok, obviously, the movie will need a stronger reason for her to exist, and her role as a whole.

So, here's my theory:

Amy will be on a mission to protect Sonic to save the future from Metal domination. 

She would be a little girl from the Little Planet, or a place where it came close, raised in an orphanage where she never was adopted. Her home would be destroyed because the Metal Army wants the Time Stones. From who doesn't know, the Time Stones are 7 stones that can fold time itself. A crazy power to fall on bad hands. 

In this scenario, Amy would risk her life trying to save everyone, getting the stones first to use them to stop the Metal Army somehow. However, the time stones would why the Metals exist, because Sonic was defeated, before sending her to Earth (at the same age of Sonic or a little older, it depends)  to protect the gems and Sonic. But there is a small problem: she doesn't know where he is!

So she would grow up running away from Metal Army and the GUN, who find her after their readers went crazy since she didn't travel through rings but by the Time Stones, which would generate a lot of chaos energy. Amy also would have a beef with this organization not only for persecute her but for… you know…destroy the future as is known!

You heard me right, they'd be the ones who made Metal to be a “prevention” against Sonic before they get out of control (if with the help of Robotinik, Stone or not is open) and dominate Earth and universe. 

I also theorize that her being an orphan gave her attachment issues and feelings she will always be left behind, longing for a place to belong at least once since he could never stop running. Growing up with this mission of saving everyone by finding this specific boy and keeping the Stones safe would be the only constant in her “always running away to survive” life.

With those changes in the backstory, Amy Rose would become guardian of the Time Stones and an anomaly in the current timeline. With her latest pursuits settling her in New York (why Sonic ended up there is still a mystery, maybe his powers evolved?).

But not only that! She also would gain powers related to time. What I personally think is perfect for her. Sonic has speed, Tails his brain, Knuckles his strength, Shadow his teleport, Amy Rose, time.

In her case, time manipulation to some extent with chaos energy (and sure, Silver can do this but he already has psychic powers not to mention that there isn't really a reason in how he does it and I don't see any harm in transferring this ability to Amy, or even both of them having it in this universe, since Silver has more psychic powers as a trademark). 

I think abilities related to seeing the future and past, allowing her to think strategically and would be great for her core traits. Imagine when you can know all about a person's story? Or even a second chance, like Ekko’s from Arcane? Whatever could be, I think is amazing giving Amy a proper ability that also could push her empathy, love and determination more.

Also with her being the last refugee for a dominated planet and timeline would give her more complexity and a compelling story. Making her the only chance that things can be different and save everyone would be a responsibility and pressure for. While Amy could do anything to make sure things change, because that is who she is. 

Not only that, changing Amy’s backstory to protect Sonic can give their relationship a deeper foundation. With her, presumably coming to Earth not much younger than Sonic and always seeing him as her hope, is so cool! He would inspire her even before they knew each other. Imagine her powers showing some glimpses of him as Amy grows up with Sonic being the only constant in a life she always has to be running away. 

That would give a cool nood to her debut in the video game but with a blast! Destiny indeed brings her and Sonic together, but now isn't about her. Is about this lifetime mission. Is Sonic’s life on the line. The Wachowski’s life. 

Billions of lives across the universe on her shoulders. A hard mission she assumed because she loves those people and thinks all of them deserve a good life with freedom. That she has to try to get a better future.

She'd try to be a heroine, even if she was too young and this is a hell of a life. Because Amy Rose cares. She empathizes soo much! And always believes things can be different, better. What brings me to…

PERSONALITY AND TRAITS

Listen, I know she evolved a lot but…Amy, to be a movie character has to have a strong characterization. A thing thank God got better, but can get upgrades.

As I said above, with some story before Sonic like Shadow, Knuckles and Tails have, Amy can bring good points to establish her arc and persona.

First, this Amy would be more…traumatized. Sorry, but it is true. Everyone in these movies passed through the horrors, so should Amy. 

The girl'd see her home falling on evil hands and be the only one who escaped, that's alone is terrible. Now, add the responsibility of fixing things, find and protect the only being in the universe that can change things and she doesn't have any idea where is AND being on her own for years in one place after another? The past would do a NUMBER on Amy Rose.

Because see, Amy at her core is a lovable and kind character. And I can see this being the reason that she doesn't give up fighting at the same time she beats herself. Is too much pressure and stress, to think about. And she cares. Because is Amy Rose, and she cares too much. Amy’d be anxious and perfectionist in the movies, with the constant memory of a terrible future looming above her head. She can’t relax, she can’t get attached to anything or anyone.

More than that, if Amy really is an orphan with no family, always left behind, she can start to think that the mission is more important than herself, which would bring? Exactly, sacrificial tendencies. Amy would do all she can to protect Sonic and the rest of the Wachowski, even this put her life constantly on the line. If your mission is to save billions and you don't have anyone to care about you, why would you?

 Not only that but I think, because of her mission, Amy would be very lonely and independent. She doesn't allow rely on anyone, so she does it all by herself, without having others help her for so long. Amy may also not let herself dwell too much on her own sadness, being reserved with her emotions and avoiding talking about her past suffering in silence most of the time, leaving her, as well as her powers, unstable. Maybe working hard to put up a facade.

She also wouldn't be willing to sacrifice her loved ones, maybe prefering to die than to lose someone adopting, like in the games, a mentality of “between the world and you, I chose you” with her new found family. Again, pretty interesting conflit to her, and the whole save the world mission. 

But not only angst makes a character, so Amy would also be kind, gentle, emphatic and forgiving. I can see her loving the Earth and the animals and humans in it, even if it was humans – the GUN who still persecutes her – that shattered her life in the first place and still gets in the way of the mission which is nothing more than cleaning up their mess because she believes that all life is valid.

Amy would want to help, raising the morale of others and feeling very compassionate (imo she also would be amazing giving advice). I also see her being the type that sees someone's needing help and doing that immediately. I can see her being gentle with Tails because he's this cute, smart, little kid or admiring Knuckles’ strength and instincts. Or helpful to Maddie and Tom because she accepts her. Always glad for the good actions of others.

She also would be persistent, feisty, hot-tempered and aggressive.

Fight for the future can wreck someone's nerves and Amy is kinda irrational and violent sometimes in the games and, to be honest, go girl! I mean, she destroyed and beheaded Metal Sonics like they were made of paper. The girl can fight and is pretty good at it! She did it for a long time, I can tell. Amy also would often be in touch with anger, with some moments that would make anyone regret annoying her.  She's temperamental and it would be good to see it. Imagine seeing this little pink, cute, girl  who almost has a heart attack because things don't go the way she planned or because she was bossed around. Amy always has been angry, let her be in the movies too!

Not only that, but this is my “Amy is a powerful chaos energy user” agenda. The girl's hammer was infused with chaos energy to such an extent that it glowed brightly and seemed to obey her commands from a distance (please, let her cuffs be limiter rings 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼). Not to mention her stealth skills as she approached machines made to track without being noticed.

Amy also would be resourceful, clearly living by herself for so long, would make her see different ways. And I don't know if she made her hammer or brought her or built but it's a point. Maybe using her time powers to heal herself?

I think she would also have some difficulty acknowledging her own feelings, due to years of constant travels and persecution. But it would be more like she doesn't know how to behave with her being kind of intense at times. Not only that, I think that because of this she may not understand some feelings that she is not used to, such as acceptance and attachment, not allowing herself to get too attached because thinks she'll have to leave soon.

And of course, a funny sense of humor. I think Amy cracks jokes at the most random moments, but she would also go down the route of witty observations, dry one-liners, and good-natured teasing. And she really has time powers, time travel references. And propensity for chaos and shenanigans cause, c'mon…girl hates GUN (and any authority let's be honest, she does whatever she wants)  AND is a war refugee. Amy doesn't have the goody-two-shoes atitude, no way. If anything, she’s only less impulsive than the main cast in doing crazy shit, planning little to not get caught.

Amy would also have a strong belief in time and destiny. Having grown up on Little Planet with the Time Stones or at least them being prominent in her culture, she might have that mindset. Which would be fun since she's essentially trying to change the fate that was the end of her home and interfering.

My girl also would be a great leader. She would guide everyone on how to deal with the robotic threat that adapts to enemies and copies attacks very well. And also a love for adventures and emotion.

We can't forget her love for girly things. Amy is a girl who loves being one. I imagine she likes what all average girls like: music, books, fashion etc. I dare say that this is one of the most important traits to portray. Amy being more independent and a warrior should in no way erase how feminine she can and likes to be. The character was inspired by the average Japanese girl of the time, it would be a disservice to forget this very important trait. Not to mention that in the context of this story, it could give her comfort. Fighting your whole life is tiring and can destroy someone's spirit. So having these feminine hobbies and tastes could be a way for Amy to maintain her own sanity. To have something beyond the mission to define herself. An escape. And a funny way to put her obsessive traits in work like her being crazy about a saga she knows in a YouTube video's essay level.

And the greatest trait: Unconditional Love. Amy loves all things. It's her trait that has to be brought to the games. To all her interactions. It has to influence her decisions. 

Amy has the type of compassion and kindness that would make this girl hold your hand, say she's on your side and fight with and for you. The do-good-because-you-can type. That inspires the best in others. She canonically remembers Shadow of Maria's compassion in the games. Amy Rose never gives up or left behind those who chose to do good. She gets out of her way to help a random bird in the games, for goodness' sake!

That's what they can't get wrong. If SCU!Sonic already has compassion, Amy has to irradiate it. Have this vibe at the moment you look at her. Is who she is. Love is her central trait. Not that Amy couldn't hate anything, she can. She has the temper to do it and is as any character. But Amy chose hope and mercy by default, not fighting. 

She can be violent and angry as much as any girl is (which is a lot) but at the end of the day, would believe in the one she loves until the end without wavering and that cannot be ruled out. Amy is a loving person. An optimistic.

A girl that believes she can defy destiny by putting heart enough. An average little girl that chooses to put herself in danger in the name of others because of love and compassion.

With that covered…

DYNAMICS!

Oh boy I love this part!

To start, the Wachowski, more specifically, our colorful bunch: only child meet brothers.

That's it, fight me.

 Look me in the eyes, and tell me she didn't give the energy to the girl that made everything by herself finds THE trio ever. Amy would love all of them and the boys would be thrilled with her (one more but I'll get there). Tom and Maddie? In the clouds! Maddie, especially.

First, Knuckles and Amy would be besties. Protectors of a powerful gem? Lost their home? Badass warriors? Sold. They would click in a blink of an eye! Let's recall Amy is pretty strong and a class A fighter. This boy just found his new sparring duo! Not only that, but Knuckles is a protector above everything and if my theory about Amy is true, she can relate more than anyone with the role: my life is devoted to a single purpose, protection. Imagine a scene where Knuckles stands his hand ro a handshake and Amy actually gives it back with a big smile and equal force. 

Tails and Amy? She'd see Tails and would kill everyone in the room than herself if anything happened to him. He's the cutest little boy, c'mom. Tails? You see Amy's hammer? A gorgeous technological weapon? Nah, he's a simple boy. Plus, Amy is really gentle and Tails' main insecurity is people despising him. But if anything, she'd find him endearing, valuing him as a team member. This little kit would see this really cool pink girl who is kind and imprints on her like a baby duck. Is her sibling too now, your honor! She carried this boy on her back like a backpack whenever she could. I need to see them as the duo ever!

Now… Sonic.

Fun fact, I'm not a Sonamy shipper, but I am a writer and man, and I love when a dynamic can be WILD.  

To start: Amy is protecting Sonic. Period.

That girl doesn't find the boy randomly, no, no. She found him. 

And if it is true, it makes me so FERAL! Because in a meta level, would change the Amy's damsel in distress portraying, placing Sonic as the one in need of protection and rescue. Would be amazing! On a narrative level? Epic, because now Sonic, the everyone's hero who always meets their new allies fighting them and after being friends with them, is the one someone fiercely defends against an enemy that can't be reasoned with. He's out of his comfort zone.

Sure, Tails saved him too, but Tails also is a young kid that needs his help. Amy? Don't let the pink fool you, girl is a menace. She destroyed at least a dozen of Metal Sonics alone when Sonic himself barely scratched one. She knows this enemy in the palm of her hand because, remember, this thing can copy abilities AND improve itself! Girl is fighting an AI made to fight and is winning!

Amy isn't a person who needs Sonic…is him that needs her.

Amy Rose has survived all this chaos all this time, she doesn't need a hero for herself. She needs one for the world, for the future. 

Sonic has always fought villains like Ivo, or people who were fierce antagonists but became allies with him by extending a helping hand, like Shadow or Knuckles. Or even allies from the beginning, but who still depended heavily on external resources, like Tails.

Amy? Nah, girl can fight but not against him. On contraire, he is fighting for him. From the start. Total change. And it's so intense and incredible that I'm going to set aside a session just for it.

Amy and Sonic are equals in this version!

And God, this is AMAZING!

Tom Wachowski. The man would like Amy just for the fact that she saved his son. After all the saving him, saving future, and her being friend of Sonic (maybe more, I will cover later)? The man would be supportive as hell! Let's recall Tom is a helpful person as Amy and both would  find a common ground in this. She would respect his leadership as the patriarch and Tom appreciate Amy's effort in defending his family.

But now…Maddie Wachowski. The movie can destroy me so bad here. First, Maddie would be thrilled to have another girl at home. But not only that. Maddie's a nurturing person. She's the emotional support, the doctor, the mother of the house. And Amy would align very much with Maddie's personality. She's this sweet, brave girl who's trying to save everyone and just wants to help all the time. Maybe Maddie feels relieved to have another girl in the house because Amy understands her position: Love through sacrifice as a loving and caring person.

Maddie only is a veterinarian because Tom bust his butt to make her happy. She willingly would move her whole life to SF because now was time to support her husband. Maddie also supported Tom and adopted the boys. This woman helped and was helped, loved and was loved, many times. 

Both Maddie and Amy have this love in their essence. And how hard it can be for those who accept so deeply.

Maddie almost died a lot of times, so do her sons, and her husband who she loves so much too. Amy fights and hides and risks her life for this family. Love isn't easy. Can hurt.

Maddie almost lost her darling husband thanks to her adopted sons, aliens, that she accepted. Amy lost her home to humans that still want to kill her. But both don't give up on loving those others would hate. Because their caring and loving sides are bigger than any hate.

Just…Amy and Maddie man…

GUN. Oh, GUN…Amy would hate this organization's guts so much. They not only would make the things that destroyed her home and hurt billions but also their lack of empathy and complete disdain for others definitely put them as her public enemy number #1. 

Shadow. You hear me right, Shadow, because, fun fact, they're kinda friends from what I could see in the games and he has a great respect for her. Amy literally inspired him to save Earth once and believes that Shadow is a good person, having faith in him to do the right thing. They're like siblings. And I need to see this in the cinema. They could bond through similar despise to GUN :D

Metal Sonic. Your enemy is just like the hero you forseek. I need more info to go deep but thinking in how Amy fights copies of what should be her “savior” is sooo mess up and endearing.

SONIC AND AMY

I told you they would have a separate part!

Like I said, I'm not a Sonamy shipper, I only watched the movies and Sonic Boom sometimes. But man, the grip the version of this duo got me should be studied. 

They are a…controversial topic. Can see why, the foundation of them isn't good and they are kinda a mess. But in the movies? Oh man, how different things can be.

They will come from scratch in the movies which gives them a big advantage. No crazy behaviors or one-sided feelings. Is a fresh start!

As said, probably Amy will look out and protect Sonic for the Metal Army.

Which is great because it's not only an excellent reason to bring and keep the two together but it also avoids any of the obsessive stalking Amy had originally. No, she's looking for Sonic but to save his life and ensure the universe a good future. She's selfless, she takes Sonic as a person into consideration.

Which is good for Sonic too, since he will have an ally who is skilled in combat and who didn't start out wanting to kill him the first time. They will be equals, unlike Sonic who had to save Amy.

Now the dynamic. It's a... complicated topic. I understand why people are afraid it’ll be terrible with the writers apparently going the Sonamy route.

Some people fear that the film will be just that, that Amy will lose her personality in the name of romance or that they just aren't big fans of Sonamy because of how she was done in the games or because they have other preferences, which is valid.

But, at least in this version, I think it can work. And not only can, but be extremely well done and coherent, going beyond simply platonic and romantic.

To begin with, no matter how it develops, I firmly believe that their friendship and bond will be the strongest foundation of these two.

The games didn't start out focusing on Sonic and Amy's friendship, more in the romance-ish. However, the movie would change that. Instead of following the typical relationship story, I think the writers could explore more a route where they show why they are the person for each other.

While yes, because it was said by the directors that the plan involves a "romantic" route; the most important thing established for Amy and Sonic in the movies is to show why they work as a duo, why they get along in the first place rather than just romance and saying that they will be together. Will be about the bond. 

To begin with: Amy and Sonic's versions of the movies are extremely compatible. As a whole, independent of the label.

Movie!Sonic is a brave but extremely traumatized boy. He has some trust issues and what all the people he loves and cares about have in common is that they are all undeniably selfless and good people. Tom protects and helps both people and animals. Maddie is a veterinarian who helps animals. Tailes is his little brother who always helps. Knuckles is his protective older brother. Even Shadow, at the moment he realized that the black hedgehog was just very traumatized and manipulated, Sonic had no problem putting aside any animosity after nearly killing him. Sonic grew up isolated, with his first guardian telling him he would be persecuted for his powers.

If there's one thing he values in people, it's kindness and goodness. 

And these qualities Amy has plenty. 

And I say more, while Sonic would be impressed by the rescue, he would trust and like Amy seeing how kind and concerned she's with people and animals (I mean, in the games, she’d this story about helping a bird). Sonic would admire her for her fighting skills, yes, but above all, he would value Amy for her compassionate and loving personality. Someone who is risking everything just to keep people safe, to keep him and his family safe. 

Not only that, Amy is a deeply sensitive, forgiving and kind soul and that would be one of, if not the most, important points for her and Sonic's dynamic. This boy... has been through a lot. He's lost a mother figure, almost killed people, almost lost his dad and must surely have a lot of guilt. And if there's one type of person who knows how to deal with people with guilt, it's those with kindness and unconditional love. 

Amy, in Sonic's POV, wouldn't be amazing because she knows how to fight or because of the really cool powers she’d have, but because of her ability to show love and kindness unconditionally even after all she has been.

He shows so much compassion throughout the movies, but I think what still really gets Sonic is to receive it. And Amy shows it easily, like breathing. If Sonic at some moment lost faith in himself, that he maybe doesn't deserve his family, if he loses in guilt, Amy will be there with all her trust and love.

Amy, on the other hand, would value Sonic as well. 

She would grow up with this beacon of hope, this person who could put an end to the terrible future. But not only that, I believe that she had him as a role model, perhaps seeing lapses of Sonic's life, and how he always persisted even when alone and afraid. This would inspire her, he would not only be a hero, but like her hero. What she wants to be. Remembering that Amy would enter this mission purely to do good, the girl would be going through this. She didn't want to be a hero, maybe explore and have adventure, but not being in charge of countless lives so young.  But she entered this because it was the only way to fix things, that doesn't mean she doesn't crack under pressure.

Sonic is not just the trigger that can save the world. He is the shattering of expectations. Someone so good and special that he can change an almost certain destiny. For Amy, Sonic would be the reason she doesn't give up, won't let this crazy endeavor go by and accept defeat. He is the fastest creature in the universe who not only breaks the sound barrier, but also writes fates. The simple fact that he lives makes a difference and this would inspire Amy that maybe she can too. 

That a simple girl who threw herself against everything and everyone in a mission that could kill her in the name of change can be a heroine. That she doesn't need to accept bad things passively without fighting, that she can indeed change the timeline.

Sonic would be a reason for Amy. Someone who never gives up, who will try again and again, no matter how many times he falls. Who will keep running until he reaches the finish line.

What I mean is, that there is no shortage of real and profound reasons for these two to enjoy each other's company. Their personalities complement each other. Isn't just superficial reasons, but real, deep things that influence both of them. 

Is a mutual connection they have that is different from anyone. That just exists between them. Is about building.

Development

Everyone talks about reverse Sonamy and I see the vision, but may I add: both are low-key crushing…except they don't see it.

We're talking about a boy who was isolated for ten years before having a family, carrying devastating traumas, and a girl who lost everything, is on the run without creating bonds for years also with devastating traumas.

C'mon, they don't know shit about romance.

And no, it's not that the passion isn't there, because it is... it's just that they don't know.

Starting with Sonic, maybe he'll notice the signs: his heart beating faster, his need to impress Amy, his nerves on edge...but don't connect the dots until someone points them out.

While Amy thinks he's a little weird but definitely endearing and heroic, and finds Sonic's actions silly but cute... and ends up attributing it to devotion and attachment to him in general.

Meanwhile, Maddie and Tom are nearly having a stroke because for the love of God they are so obvious while Tails and Knuckles also didn't get the why.

And while it might be a funny running joke, it also takes the pressure off the romance. They're not self-conscious about it. For them, they’re just new friends…with a weird amount of tension. But friends, noneless. Y'know, not second intentions or anything. Just them thinking their new pal is cool! As should be.

With that said, I buy the idea of Sonic showing his feelings more openly and being the one who goes after Amy more while she is more shy about it. And considering that she has a mission that determines the end or not of the known universe, it makes even more sense.

Although I see moments where Sonic is flirting really cheesy and Amy comes with a super deep declaration full of sincere devotion and drives this poor hedgehog to blue screen.

Something that can also contribute to their dynamics is parallels.

Sonic has parallels with almost everyone: Tails, Knuckles, Shadow. Heavily in Shadow. Good dynamics are born from it. All iconic audiovisual interactions have them. And with Amy and Sonic it would be no different.

One really cute thing about them is, Sonic and Shadow for example thrived on the parallels of similar loss, grief and as opposites, which is amazing narratively, Amy and Sonic are more parallel in qualities and, depending on how the film approaches it, in backstories.

They are both kind and sweet souls who fight for the ones they love until the end and are compassionate. Not only that, Amy and Sonic may be young folks who grew up alone feeling the weight of loneliness hit them hard. And heroes who now have to save the world because no one else can.

They have opposing parallels too, like Sonic being more laid back and impulsive while I see Amy being more strategic and thoughtful, him having to hide while she had to constantly move around, or Sonic finding family while Amy can't have bonds for the greater good. 

Heck, the writers can even pull a Amy and Sonic/ Tom and Maddie parallel if they really want to hit us!

But imo, they'd thrive in the alikeness. In their shared compassion.

In the capacity of changing the other for the better.

Sonic could help Amy relax. She would have a lot of responsibility on her shoulders, without support and always struggling. He would show her what it's like to have support, a family, how to take life more lightly. That she's doing well.

Amy can help Sonic to find peace. That he’s a hero and that although isn't perfect by any means, and yes he makes mistakes, that does not diminish his worth. She gets what he has been and keeps the same hope and trust in him.

And that's the appeal, imo. Not a love at first sign or destiny. But showing how they work, how they don't need to change who each other is but help, and how natural the interaction is. The growing feelings. The simplicity of the whole thing.

The lightness of young love, y’know.

Conflict

Trust me when I say it, the writers can make Sonamy doomed by narrative. Not only that, but it would be their core conflict as a duo.

No, I'm not crazy. 

See, cuteness apart, Sonamy is almost an “anomaly” by default in this universe. With the Metal Domination, Sonic probably should be dead in the future, not possible to meet anyone after that. Amy who came from the future to a time that isn't hers to stop it. She is not from his timeline, and he isn't from hers either. 

Sonic and Amy never should meet each other in any normal circumstances. They have a mission bigger than them. They have a clear reference to Terminator and my pal, it romance doesn't end well.

If my theories are correct, the fourth film is essentially a fight against destiny. The star-cross story writes itself. Amy and Sonic meet and hit it off, but man, none of the odds are in their favor.

And to make matters worse, I'm pretty sure that if love is a theme in the film, the writers will pull to love is to sacrifice. 

Remember the Tom and Maddie/Sonic and Amy parallels I mentioned? Tom and Maddie’s relationship has a strong foundation in sacrifice.

Maddie has said that Tom did everything he could to get her to go to veterinary school while Maddie gave up her life in Green Hills to be with Tom and make his dreams come true. Same with Sonic and Amy, except the stakes for these two are so much higher.

Because these two have a policy of no loved ones hurt equally at least in this universe and I know this will be a point of discussion. Sonic would never agree to someone he cares about sacrificing themselves, while Amy wouldn't accept it either. They're alike.

And I say more, it would be worse for Amy because this is her mission but also her feelings. The goal she dedicated her entire life to vs the people she loves. She won't condemn billions...but she won't be able to send Sonic into a near-death fight. And I'll say more, if she can save both of them at the cost of her own life, I say she would.

She doesn't have a family or a home and after spending time with the Wachowski, she wouldn't accept the risk of the family losing their son and brother. And man Sonic wouldn't take this fact well. 

He wouldn't understand why Amy wouldn't try to fight to change things once more instead of just accepting death, not accepting that this time, there would be no way to talk her way out of this situation. Amy would be right in her point. Lives were at stake and any other decision would lead to losses. 

Sonic would be torn too. It's a very important mission, and he has his family and the universe at stake...but leaving Amy would devastate him just as much. She's cool, she's amazing, and she'd still die for others. How do you deal with that?

Love and sacrifice. And always think about the other person and their well-being, not your own because that would be better. Doing things so that others can have their dreams and aspirations fulfilled. And how to balance what them both want.

They will find a way but God, the drama!

So yeah, Sonamy can be doomed by the narrative.

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Well, this ends my talk about Amy Rose. What is right we'll see only in 2027. Until then, let's enjoy what we have. Please, if you wanna say something, do it! I would love to hear it! A big hug! Bye!