#bre rambles

[spectres-fulcrum]

But no, about my deep dive into the wayback machine. There’s been this whole ado lately about misogynistic men saying “female fans mostly aren’t real fans” and “those who like Disney era SW just want a strong female lead.” And it’s kraytspit, of course. But it also gets me thinking about how I’ve lived and breathed Star Wars since I was 7.

How Mom started me with Episode I and I just asked “where is Darth Vader” so we actually started with IV and it’s funny that in the end I liked the prequels more. My sister worked at Burger King and got all the kids meal Episode 3 toys for us and I spent hours playing with them and rearranging them on the shelf and I still won’t let them be thrown away.

How mom read Jedi Apprentice and Jedi Quest to me. The way we stumbled across Secrets of the Jedi at my aunt’s local library and it felt like discovering treasure and we had to read the entire book before our vacation ended. Finding favorites in the series and checking them out over and over to read on my own-school library, local library. Mom read me Junior Jedi Knights and I met Han and Leia’s son for the first time. Grew up a bit, read Young Jedi Knights on my own. Remember reading the Emperor’s Plague while my girl scout troop was on an archery field trip. Checked out the Episode I visual Dictionary from my local library a hundred times. And Amidala’s Journal.

I grew up watching the OG Clone Wars. One of the first video games I owned was the Episode III plug in and play game. I had it in 2nd grade when I got the flu and my dad and I played it a ton. My friend would come over just to play it and I resorted to hiding it in my closet.

Went to SW.com a lot. I remembering playing the coloring book, a picture of Padme in the meadow in AotC. The Who Said It was my mine and my mom’s thing. There was a section of question and answers on every movie and I loved it so much. Leia’s wookieepedia page was the first wookieepedia page I ever read and I was so amazed by how detailed it was.

I remember giggling too loudly at Rotta the huttling when I was ten and he was so tiny and cute for a huttling in the movie theater. The Clone wars was my preteens-stupid hatred for Satine, cute butterflies for Luxsoka, etc.

I remember QuizUp being The Thing in early high school and living in the Star Wars category cause where else would I be?

And then, it all stopped. The old EU was no longer canon and so much of what I grew up with I held my breath to see. What it would trample over. I still don’t think I’ve read anything with the Solo kids-the real Solo kids- since then. Maybe very early on. Not since TFA for sure. Meanwhile I can’t bring myself to read new Jedi Apprentice era stuff. Like it’s odd.

Off topic. But point is. That’s not getting into the fandom side of things. Point is. I’ve lived and breathed this series since I was seven. I grew up on it. If some dude ever claimed I wasn’t a real fan I’d laugh in their faces. But no one should be accused of it simple because of their gender. And cause it’s being thrown about I’ve been thinking about my roots a lot.

I think the real point of this tho is I’ve always been a books and cartoons>movies Star Wars girlie.

[malibuhearts]

just coming on here to say fuck the vols. aggies by 90 🔝🔝🔝

[bitchy-rakdos-enchanter]

A little stroll down memory lane with one of the most banging tracks to ever come out of a video game. This was one of the first games I can ever recall playing, back when I was but a wee little babby.

Had ZERO idea what I was doing back then outside of looking at neat enemy sprites and wondering how I get the Dragon Claw that Tristam fucking yoinks in The Bone Dungeon. It showcased your character having it in the Demoplay and little me was fascinated by "ranged" melee weapons.

Never actually ended up beating it until I was a teenager and actually had a firmer grasp on RPG mechanics like... checks notes... How to read health bars properly and enemy weaknesses.

At the end of the day, it isn't a particularly complex game, even by the standards of the day. Allegedly Japan didn't think we could handle anything especially complicated so it was vastly dumbed down.

It still holds a special place in my heart, not only for being one of my earliest gaming memories, but for the absolutely killer soundtrack.

[breanime]

I feel like we should talk more.

(This is gonna get kind of rambly, but stay with me here)

Inbox is open for fandom chats or whatever else. I respond in one of two ways: immediately like a creeper or it takes a while cause I got trapped by a nap, but either way. I respond!

Come hop into my askbox, especially if you wanna talk The Last Kingdom, Peaky Blinders or any other fandom or topic!

I'll start with some fandom opinions: Eh hem...

Shameless should have been about a Black family on the South Side of Chicago. I would like her (see below) play Fiona

GOOD GIRLS FUMBLED THE BAG!!!! MANNY MONTANA CARRIED THAT SHOW!

I didn't watch the first season of The Last Kingdom, and therefore don't get people's attachments to Aethelwold or Iseult, but I respect it lol

The last season of Mayans was such a collection of High/Low moments, I'm still unsure about watching the final season that's coming out soon

There's too many Marvel shows and movies and spinoffs now. I feel like a fussy old man yelling at a cloud here, but dammit, enough is enough! And if you're gonna do all this Marvel content, then at least let Sam Wilson be the hero and MAIN character he's meant to be!

If I were in True Blood, I would want to be a vampire. But I'd want my maker to be long dead by the time I got to Bon Temps

I can't stand Grace Burgess. Full stop.

Here's a list of Girlboss "Evil" Ladies that I adore: Lucretia and Illythia from Spartacus, Dagmar from Enchantment, Brida from The Last Kingdom, POLLY MFING GRAY from Peaky Blinders, Gemma from Sons of Anarchy, Jinx from Arcane, Me, NAEVIA my angel queen from Spartacus, Cersei Lannister from Game of Thrones

Despite loving The Last Kingdom and Peaky Blinders, I normally don't watch shows like those anymore because I get very bored with and feel removed from shows/movies with a majority white only cast. I like to place myself into the story, and the lack of diversity in media really takes me out of the story.

I think more TV shows should have a random musical episode if applicable

[appolojustice]

Spitballing here but

Mostly for romance options I'm torn between Bellara and Lucanis, currently. And I feel like, if I can't decide, why not just make more OCs

So I'm thinking either

1. Rook romances Bellara, I give her an older sibling who romances Lucanis

2. Rook romances Lucanis, My Inquisitor's sister romances Bellara

Kinda leaning towards the former, especially since I am. Very shortly. Going to make Lucanis not a very happy camper vis a vis my narrative choices. If you know what I mean

[majorproblems77]

D, H, Y

Hey Bre!

D: What’s the most personal fanfic you’ve written?

Unravelling. I've got experience from both sides of the main characters' perspectives there. Both Knowing What Wind feels like seeing a friend go through what Sky goes through, and What Sky goes through. (With less magic of course haha)

H: How would you describe your writing style?

Rambly and dialogue-driven, With a mixed POV that jumps as I see fit. I know it's not for everyone but its mine and I like it.

Y: What are your thoughts on your personal satisfaction with something you’ve written vs. the popularity of your stories?  Do you tend to be most satisfied with your most popular stories?  

Oh god no. I've got a fic which is MUCH more popular than my fave fic by a long shot. And that's not to say I dont have satisfaction with it because I DO. I love that story and I'm incredibly proud of how popular its become. I love to see a fic I've worked hard on getting the recognition, it's a great feeling to get that acknowledgement on something you've worked really hard on.

But There are several reasons why I might find satisfaction in a piece I've written. Mainly If I've told the story how I want to tell it. If it's a personal experience story etc. It might be a piece I've worked for months on changing, fixing and editing to make it perfect in my eyes. Finally getting that story out there after all that time does of course give me a sense of satisfaction.

I suppose it's a mixture. If you've put time into something you naturally want to see it do well. But sometimes that satisfaction comes from actually finishing the story and getting it posted.

Thanks for the Ask! :)

[brebreth3bee]

New one joins my rebuilding collection. Still a screw you shawn.

[graveyarrdshift]

I FUCKING LOVE DRINKING MILK!!! NO CEREAL, JUST PLAIN WJITE MILK!!!!

[sillyvampir3]

GUYS IDK IF I CAN CONTINUE TO DRAW BECAUSE MY TABLET IS BUGGING OUT

[loz-the-noob]

I love the Squid Sisters.

[rush-the-stars]

so are we gonna talk ab nai like impregnating all the plants or

[qicktrick]

nothing like feeling dumpy but getting a good 1.3k out of it we may be pooey but we are PRODUCTIVE

[malibuhearts]

I LOVE MY PRETTY PINK BLOG!!!!

[cornerihaunt]

ok i will say though that i wish we hadn’t done this to the habs :/ i love them. should’ve saved it for somebody else…

[she-rambled-but-they-were-true]

I'm gonna make Irish coffee, I fucked up during stage practice today and that CANNOT happen tomorrow, I need confidence that will only come to me with that cup of coffee.

[burnforyou]

FIGHT & MAKE UP - LUIGI MANGIONE x READER

!SUMMARY! a fight with your boyfriend, luigi, ends up causing you to be bent over the bathroom sink.

!WARNINGS! fighting, accused cheating (no actual cheating), a bit of crying, he's a little insecure, reader is sensitive, make-up sex (kinda public)

if you don't like this, don't read it.

“hey, lu...“ you approach him sitting on a kitchen stool with caution, the wound from your argument still fresh.

“i don’t want to talk to you.” he states curtly.

“please, we won’t settle this unless we talk.” you beg.

“well, i wanted to talk to you this morning,”

your stomach drops in realization, your heart aching.

“but you weren’t here. so i stalked your location and went to where you were, and of course, i saw you with luke.” he snarls, his voice echoing in your kitchen.

“we were just talking? I… i wanted his advice. i wanted to talk to someone else about it, get another opinion.” you cautiously place a hand on his shoulder. he stiffens under your touch.

“it’s always him, isn’t it?” he turns his head to lock eyes with you. his eyes are wide with expectation.

“no,” you pace in the kitchen and rub your head, a headache stirring. you stop and look at him. “this is a big misunderstanding.”

“no, i’m not misunderstanding anything.” he gets up from the stool and stalks up to you. you have to tilt your head up to look in his eyes, now dark. “i’m telling you as i see it. to me it looks like every time we have an issue you go running back to him. literally anyone else, anyone else, this wouldn’t be a problem.”

he loses himself in the argument and you see it in his face. he’s lost the color in his eyes, replaced with a darkness you've never seen before.

“i’m sorry luigi, i wanted his opinion because he’s a man and i figured he would try and understand your side too, and i’d get unbiased advice from him.” your ramble on and on, struggling to get him to understand you.

“in what world would you get unbiased advice from him?" the adrenaline courses through his veins, "he probably begged you to break up with me, called me a loser, an evil man, the whole thing!”

“no, that’s not what happened,” tears begin welling up in your eyes, but you don’t let them fall. taking his accusations felt like walking on broken glass.

he grasps onto your shoulders with a force that almost makes you fall back.

“you can’t see it? that he just wants to get into your pants? he just wants to take you from me?” he growls in your face. his eyes search your face for any inkling of an answer.

“do you really think i’d leave you for him?” your voice comes out as sharp as a knife.

he opens his lips to reply, but closes them before saying anything. he doesn’t have anything to say to you.

he drops his hands to his sides after they left red marks on your skin.

“really, luigi? really?”

you start backing away from him. disappointment fills your heart.

“and since you care so much, he didn’t tell me to break up with you. actually, he told me i should apologize to you. but now, i don’t think you deserve my forgiveness.”

every stair creates a creaking noise as you storm up to your bedroom. once you meet the bed, you're out like a light.

you blink your eyes open, feeling a hand caressing your face softly. you're met with a stricken luigi looking down at you, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"can we talk?" he proposes carefully.

you sit up and lean back on your hands.

“you talk and i’ll listen.”

he takes a deep breath and leans down beside the bed and brings a notebook up from the floor. he looks down at the notebook and up at you again.

“i wrote down what i wanted to say, um…” he stammers off.

a smile threatens to grace your lips. it’s hard to stay mad at him, with his big brown eyes and little apology script.

“i’m sorry y/n. i didn’t mean to accuse you of cheating on me. it’s just.. my parents didn’t have the most, solid, relationship, as you know, and my father made me believe every woman would leave me. i’m really trying to break the pattern, to prove him wrong, to let you prove him wrong, but it’s really hard for me. but i am really trying for us, y/n."

"okay." you sigh.

"I don't mean to make excuses for my actions. I know what I said to you was wrong, and I'm sorry. for all of it, for the fight last night too."

you're weak. you're weak and you know it. you can't stay mad at him for anything. you climb into his arms and let him cradle you like a baby, his warmth engulfing you. "I'm sorry" you mutter weakly into his chest.

his thumb caresses the back of your head and he leaves a soft kiss on your forehead.

"i know. l'm sorry too baby." his voice comes out soft, his tender touches holding you to him.

you gave luke a hesitant side hug, eyes locked on luigi. he gives you a lazy smile and winks.

"thanks for having me," luke politely shakes luigi's hand and you take note of their size difference. luigi looms over him, not just in height, but size too. luigi makes small talk with luke as he leads him to the rest of where the rest of his guests are sat.

when you finally get a moment where all the guests are distracted, you sneak off to the kitchen, where you know luigi is hiding away. you lean against the counter next to him.

“why did you invite luke to your birthday party?”

“i wanted to…" he turns to look at you with a coy smile and your heart flutters. "get on better terms with him.” he watches your shocked reaction with satisfaction.

“wow luigi. that’s really.. nice of you.”

his lips turn up into a slight smirk that you catch. a sneaky suspicion he’s lying arises.

"that's not the real reason, is it?"

he crosses his arms across his chest and his biceps bulge in his short sleeve shirt. you bite your lip.

"you want to know the truth?"

"um, yes?" you reply like it's the most obvious thing in the world. he grips onto the counter next to you and leans over you, forcing you to look up at him. he leans down right next to your ear, his breath making the hairs on your neck stand up.

"I wanted him to see that you belong to me," he nibbles on your earlobe, "firsthand."

"you're joking." you bite your lip. he retracts from your ear, his signature hung smile lighting up his face.

"nope!" he says, popping the 'p.'

"and I thought you were being mature." you shake your head and roll your eyes with faux annoyance, trying to pretend like his words don't make you inexplicably needy. he leans into your neck again and presses hard kisses on the soft skin where your ear meets your neck.

"you know you like it." he casually reads you like a book. his slight scruff scratches your neck just the way you like it. "you know you've wanted this all day, prancing around here in this short skirt."

"lu," you whimper, quiet so the party-goers won't hear.

it was risky, but the rush, the adrenaline, the fact that luke could walk in at any second, it made you weak in the knees and left you aching for more.

he comes up and leaves his forehead against yours, eyes dark with need, pupils completely dilated.

"bathroom?" your heart pounds in your chest.

you shake your head, going against your own wishes.

"they'll notice we're gone."

"not if we're quick enough." he smirks, grabbing your hand. "come on."

he leads you to the downstairs bathroom and closes the door quietly after you. he presses your hips against the cold counter top and roughly pulls down your panties from under your skirt.

he wastes no time getting down on his knees, holding your ass apart with his hands, and playing with your already wet pussy.

"you want this bad?" he slaps your ass and groans at your reaction, jolting forward with a small gasp and a red mark appearing. his eyes meet yours in the mirror and he pushes a finger in you, still watching your reaction carefully.

"i want it now," you whine and stick out your bottom lip.

"look at you, so desperate." he shakes his head, pulling his shorts down enough to pull his hard cock out. he lines the tip up with your pussy and pushes his hips right against your ass, filling you up in seconds. your mouth falls open but nothing comes out, your lips completely dry.

as he thrusts into you, his thighs meeting your ass make loud, obscene noises that slip through the door.

you try and look back at him over your shoulder, but he forces you to look into his eyes in the mirror, bent over and fucking you desperately. "i'm gonna make this quick." he whispers into your ear, "look at who's fucking you this good."

you open your eyes and meet his dark ones in the mirror. instantly, his hand finds your clit and rubs it, adding stimulation. a moan flies out of you uncontrollably and you bite your lip to silence yourself.

"don't," he groans, "be loud f'me." he moans as you pulse around him. he smiles at you, watching your head bob as he fucks you braindead.

"could luke ever fuck you this good?" he asked with a rasp.

you gasp and he watches you struggle in the mirror with pleasure. he brings his other arm around your throat, his bicep now pressed against your throat. you try and shake your head but he just squeezes you harder.

"say it.” he growls roughly.

his cock kisses your cervix with every harsh thrust. your eyes flutter shut and your lower stomach bulges, heat growing with every movement.

"n-no,” you stammer, face red and sweat dripping, “fuck!"

"say my name.” you hold onto his arm and try and pull the weight off your neck, but he prevails.

"Luigi, please!”

"there ya go, that's it." he moans and slows his pace, grinding into you.

"say who you belong to." he slaps your clit carefully and your legs begin to buckle beneath him, body convulsing with pleasure.

"you, luigi. I'm yours." you purr and arch your back into him more, watching his eyebrows come together in the mirror.

"I'm gonna cum,” you whine, digging your nails into his muscles.

"cum baby," he demands, "make 'em hear you cum with me.” your vision fades to black when luigi thrusts into you as deep as possible, your skin meeting his with a dirty slap one more time. you buck against him, throbbing around him while he fills you. he quickly slips out of you and pulls your panties back up before any of his cum could drip out, forcing you to spend the rest of the party with his cum dripping out of you.

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