#but also just I have so much knowledge trapped in my head but only ever remember when someone prompts me to think about it

[zeloinator]

I forget how huge my kpop hyperfixation is until a friend mentions something about kpop to me and I black out for a few hours while I just.. info dump everything im really glad they dont mind xD

[starrihan]

hard thought i can't get out of my mind is loser nerd!beomgyu who is pretty unpopular getting with reader who think he's cute and knows that he's a virgin so she doesn't expect much from him but it turns out he's a big freak with wild fantasies and he's so excited to finally live them~♡

Oh em gee my first ask ever!!! Thank you nonnie for sending in this delicious ask 😋I feel so honored writing this! I hope you like this as much as I enjoyed writing it 🫶🏽

-> Genre: smut, reader degrades beomgyu, switch! beomgyu, virgin! beomgyu, beomgyu is a perverted loser nerd, panty stealing and sniffing, premature ejaculation (beomgyu), unprotected sex (always use protection)

-> word count: 602

-> Notes (02/11/2025): me being a stupid dummy and forgetting to link part 2 to this 😔🤦🏽‍♀️

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Loser nerd! Beomgyu who’s also the biggest loser you know. He’s known as the weirdly loud kid that always tries to be funny. Sometimes his jokes land but more often than not, they don’t. But he’s never discouraged from being himself, even if he’s not very popular for it.

You on the other hand, the popular smart girl who’s also head of the student gov and on the school’s volleyball team, just so happen to have a little crush on Beomgyu, finding him adorable.

Loser nerd! Beomgyu who doesn't even need to try to get your attention, as your eyes are always on him, always making him blush and look away.

Loser nerd! Beomgyu who always looks down your shirt whenever your cleavage is exposed and always attends your volleyball games to see your tiny shorts ride up your thighs.

Loser nerd! Beomgyu who sneaks into the locker room during one of your games, taking one of your used panties during practice and stuffing it in his pocket to sniff and use later when he masturbates to thought of you, imagining your pussy sliding up and down his cock instead of your panties.

Loser nerd! Beomgyu whose actually a big pervert, always sneaking pictures of your exposed legs and cleavage whenever he can, not knowing that you do it on purpose so you can one day catch him taking photos of you.

Loser nerd! Beomgyu who you trap in the utilities closet of one of the academic buildings when you catch him taking photos of you, telling him how bad he is for taking pictures without your consent.

Loser nerd! Beomgyu who loves being degraded by you as you call him pathetic for never approaching you, instead being a coward and resorting to cheap methods to get himself off

Loser nerd! Beomgyu who is on his knees before you as you spit into his mouth, instructing him to take your pants off for you and make up for all the pictures hes taken without your knowledge

Loser nerd! Beomgyu who takes a whiff of your panties and moans before putting his mouth to your clothes clit, dick straining against his pants as you call him disgusting while shoving his face into your pussy

Loser nerd! Beomgyu who tries to take off his glasses, only to be reprimanded by you tugging his hair, telling him to keep them on, who cares if they get dirty?

Loser nerd! Beomgyu who eats you out in the utility closet, rutting against his jeans and cumming in his pants before you come on his face because he's a virgin who can't control himself before you

Loser nerd! Beomgyu who can't stand not being in you any longer, pulling himself up and discarding his pants, slamming into your wet hole despite the overstimulation he's feeling

Loser nerd! Beomgyu who takes control of you now, calling you a dirty slut for letting a pervert virgin like him use you for his own pleasure

Loser nerd! Beomgyu who bites down on your neck and grabs your hips roughly, bruising them as he fights back cumming so quickly again, waiting for you to cum first

Loser nerd! Beomgyu who can't pull out on time, accidentally cumming in you a bit before pulling out and cumming on your thighs

Loser nerd! Beomgyu who is surprised when you kiss him, sloppily kissing back while trying to catch his breath, dazed after his first time having sex

Loser nerd! Beomgyu who is left to clean himself up after you leave, slipping him your phone number and telling him "we should do this again sometime"

[bobbin-buckley]

Cairo Sweet NSFW ALPHABET

Cairo Sweet x Fem!Reader

Warnings: (everything is mentioned but not happening) Smut, Cairo being controlling, mentions of writing porn, masturbating, bondage, degradation, praise, lesbian smut basically, lots of praising, and a lot of other things…

(I can also do a SFW if wanted)

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A: Aftercare (What they are like after sex)

Cairo can play rough, but she can also play soft. She never tries to hurt you during sex, she just wants to be dominant. Other times she’ll be submissive but then becomes a power bottom basically.

Anyways, during aftercare she likes to make sure your taken care of first. She’ll get you water, massage any sore areas, maybe even give you a bath. It just depends. She also loves receiving it. There will be times she is the star and it being pleased, so she’ll want nice aftercare. After Winnie telling her what it’s like, and how she fantasies it. Cairo has begun to like it as well. Overall Cairo is soft when it comes to aftercare, probably the only time you’ll see her being a softie.

B: Body Part (Their favorite body part of themselves and their partner's)

Cairos favorite body part on you is your legs. She loves how smooth they are, how your thighs trap her head as she eats you out, or even how she holds them up when fucking you with the strap. (Not that she always uses the strap).

Her favorite body part on herself is her hands. She’s so confident about them. She knows you love her hands so much. They way she caresses your skin with her finger tips, how they grip your neck, even when knuckle deep. She’s often told she has hot hands, by you and Winnie. She doesn’t really understand that but goes with it anyways because her hands turn you on.

C: Cum (Anything to do with cum)

Cairo loves cum. Not surprising huh? But she loves it when it’s messy. She may not seem like the messy type, but when it’s with cum. Oh boy it’s all over.

She loves to cum on your face. Whenever she gives and you finish, her fingers will have be drenched with your cum and she’ll force her fingers into your mouth. Telling you to lick them clean. She’ll praise you about how much you cum or how you take her cum.

“That’s it baby, cum for me. Cum all over my fingers. So much cum.”

“Suck my fingers clean, there you go.”

“Oh fuck..yeah..lick all that up, such a good girl.”

D: Dirty Secret (just self explanatory, their dirty secret)

Cairo’s biggest dirty secret is. She wants to have a threesome with you and Winnie. Though will she never ever let it happen. Because she is possessive of you, even if it’s just her best friend who’s the most dirtiest person of all. She’d fantasize it but hate for it to happen. She’s just so possessive of you she wouldn’t even let anyone touch you.

E: Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Cairo knows what she’s doing. I mean hey, she writes porn. So she’s gotta have knowledge, and reads smut books. She’s read more of the “straight” smut books you could say. But when she got more interested into dating a girl (you) she wanted to learn. She got those lesbian smut books off like Esty and read them all.

So yes, I’d say she knows what she’s doing. And maybe even you gave her some tips. She’ll watch you carefully as you please her, observing you and trying to understand how to please a girl. Winnie even gave her tips. And when Cairo gave for the first time, she started thinking of what would please you and go from there. Trying new things if you were comfortable.

F: Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

She has a thing for both 69 and queening. She loves oral sex for sure. Wether giving or receiving. When receiving queening she loves to sit on your face all the way just to make it challenging for you.

She’ll try any other position she finds online or a suggestion given (mostly by you and Winnie. Winnie is her Google assistant).

G: Goofy (Are they serious in the moment? Are they humorous? Etc)

Cairo doesn’t really like humor in sex. Just because she’s so focused and serious she doesn’t have time for humor. If you like fall or something or make a stupid joke she’ll laugh. But if she’s on top, oh that’s a different story.

This girl doesn’t care for any humor when on top. She is so focused on pleasuring you. No disruptions.

H: Hair (How well are they groomed? Does the carpet match the drapes?)

She always shaves. Every time you have sex or she’s naked you always notice how well groomed or trimmed she is. She’s serious about it too.

She doesn’t mind how you shave but at least don’t look like Bigfoot. She’ll help you if wanted, if you give her a reward after. 😉

I: Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romance aspect?)

She’s definitely romantic during it. When she gives, she doesn’t exactly ask you if you want rough or slow. It depends on her mood really. And you don’t mind either way. She loves to be praised, she’ll praise you as well she just is so into it she forgets to talk. And boy does she know you love her dirty talk, she knows you love her accent so much.

She will kiss you all over, every inch of your body. Once she’s pleased she’ll peck your lips and get right to the main course.

J: Jack Off (Masturbation Headcanon)

She never really masturbates now that she has you. She used to a little bit. Before she met you, she only did it once just to get inspiration for her writing. When she met you and couldn’t stop obsessing over you, she did it a few times but never pushed herself enough to orgasm.

So she doesn’t do it unless you’re away and she misses you.

K: Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Oh boy. She’s got a lot up her sleeve. Most of them she hides. Her biggest one is punishment. Whenever you disobey, or even make her mad. She’ll take her anger out on you and punish you till she’s pleased.

“You’ve been such a bad girl. Think it’s time for my toy to learn some manners..”

She also does degrading. She doesn’t hesitate to humiliate you. (Only if you’re comfortable). But when she’s mad she’ll definitely do it as a punishment.

“Such a fucking slut. How would your parents react to hearing how much of a slut their daughter is? I bet they’d be so disappointed.”

Edging is one she enjoys. She just loves edging you, even denying you sometimes. She won’t cause any pain though. (Unless you want to). Maybe some spanking but it’s gentle. (She has a soft spot for you)

“No. Only good girls get to cum, have you been a good girl for me? Maybe a little spankin’ will help.”

L: Location (Favorite locations to do it)

She has a few. Preferably her bedroom. She loves to take you on her bed. Making sure your comfortable too, plenty of blankets and pillows on her massive bed. She may even do it on the bedroom floor if she feels like it.

“Gonna fuck you into my sheets. Make you cum all over them.”

Cairo will even take you in the living room. She loves doing it there too. When her parents are gone, it’s midnight (specifically raining out too), the fire-pit is lit, and your on the couch doing it.

“Shhh, that’s it. Such a perfect night to take my good girl on. Scream for me baby, wanna hear you cry out my name in the moonlight.”

Maybe even her garden. Over by the landscape area. Her place is private anyway. (The part where she calls Miller is where I’m trying to pov). She even bent you over that table and took you

(She even considered alone in Mr. Millers office-)

“Oh yeah? Risky huh? Fucking you with my fingers out in my landscape? Anyone could be peering over and see how well you take me.”

M: Motivation (What turns them on? Gets them going?)

Whenever you beg her. When she’s not in the mood, if you beg her enough or send her a nude pic she’s all in. (Pun intended).

Or even if you just exist and she’s in the mood. If you do like your hobby she’s turned on. Especially if it’s writing or art. Sometimes she’ll have you read one of her books and it turns her on

N: No (Something they won’t do, turns them off)

Non-consensual. She hates it. She wants to give consent even if she seems controlling and demanding all the time.

She also hates it when you disobey her. Not that it’s a complete turn off she just prefers for you to listen when she demands it. She also hates being totally controlled by you when she’s receiving, she likes to guide you.

O: Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

She loves oral. She loves it both ways. You tend to tease her on how much she loves eating you out. Claims it’s her snack through out the day, or even at night. And she’s pretty good at it, she learned more and more as she did it.

P: Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)

Either. She loves either but it also depends on her mood. Especially when she’s top. Sometimes she’ll start slow then gradually speed up. When receiving she doesn’t mind what pace you go, sometimes she’ll request it. She’ll definitely give if you ask.

If you disobey her and give make her mad, oh lord she’s rough and won’t play nice

Q: Quickies (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc)

She doesn’t mind quickies. But since she lives basically alone most of the time, there’s no need for it and can go on for hours. Sometimes maybe in the shower, but it’s rare. She just wants to shower with you so she doesn’t waste any water

R: Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? Etc)

Cairo loves to experiment. She wants to know what you are into and what you like. And she likes taking risks. Like having sex in public is a big one.

One time she took you to a public library and fucked you behind a bookshelf. That was probably the fastest sex you’ve ever had.

“Shush, sweetheart. Gotta stay quiet for me.”

S: Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long can they last? Etc)

It depends on her mood. If she’s top, getting rough or if mad. It’ll be up to eight rounds. If it’s her receiving it may only be four because she gets tired easily.

It can be a totally different story with how long she can last between rounds. Some she can last ten or so minutes within a round, because you like to be soft with her. But when angry and pissed with you, she can make you cum in five minutes

T: Toys (Do they own any toys? Do they use them? On themselves or their partner?)

Cairo has a few. Maybe about three. She prefers to use them on you rather than herself. Like she loves to use the vibrator on you, it’s her favorite way of teasing you. She’ll use it to edge you and you hate it. She also has some bondage stuff that she’ll use if you’re comfortable with. Cairo also owns a strap and enjoys using it on you.

(If you can convince her enough she might let you fuck her with the strap)

“You don’t like this? That’s too bad, guess I’ll have to deny you again.”

“So desperate huh? You wanna take my cock so bad huh? Just beg for it.”

U: Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Cairo LOVES I mean LOVES to tease you. It’s her favorite thing to do. She’ll tease you through out it all even when your are giving. She’ll even tease in you public. Wether it’s physically or verbally.

Physically she’ll brush her fingers against your thigh when walking by, squeeze your ass, maybe even put her hand on your covered womanhood when you sit next to each other. Verbally she’ll whisper something dirty in your ear, or even moan softly just to turn you on.

“What would you do if I fucked you senseless in front of your dad?” “Cairo!”

V: Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc)

Cairo is decently loud. Her moans can be pretty vocal. When being received she likes to moan loudly to make you hot and bothered, or even whimper into your ear. When giving she’s just groaning a bit at how hot you are beneath her. Some grunts and whimpers against your ear.

W: Wild Card (Random headcanon for them)

She’ll have sex with you and even write it in her story if it’s, what she calls “juicy” enough. She’ll even make you read her stories aloud as she takes you from behind.

(She actually fucked you on Millers desk)

X: X-ray (Let’s see what’s under those clothes)

A nice toned stomach, you love to grab onto it as she rails you with the strap. Her breasts are average, you love to stuff your face in them. Naked or not. She’s very well shaved and has tons of freckles that kiss her nice tan skin. You just love her body so much.

Y: Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

She can get pretty desperate. After having a few sessions with you she started getting addicted. But you told her at times no when it became an addiction. So at this point it’s high but she’s relaxed most of the time. She won’t get that mad at you if you don’t sometimes.

Z: Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterwords)

She lets you rest first before she falls asleep. She’ll make sure you’re okay even if you gave because she’s such a softie for you

<3

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It like reset me earlier so I lost progress. So I quit but then came back to it 😭

Hopefully it’s good and I’m willing to do other headcanons!

[nonsscrapheap]

TFP: Universal Observation

i cracked, i caved underneath my own pressure and impulse HAVE THIS REACTION FIC OF TEAM PRIME LOOKING INTO ALTERNATE UNIVERSES! i'm gonna test this out on tumblr in an effort to be more active here.

this is mostly going to focus around Raf, Miko and Jack btw! at least at the start. also! this is set around mid-season 1, when Arachnid arrives at the Nemesis.

WARNING! LONG POST!

Prologue: Shattered Glass - I -

[ ----- TFP : UO ----- ]

Omega Outpost One

It started out as a normal day, a normal weekend, spend some time with his mom in the morning before heading to the Autobot base after insisting that he would be okay there. Jack was just glad that she didn't do anymore impromptu visits to the outpost anymore, and that she was trusting Arcee with his safety without hovering.

Look, he loved his mom and he did still feel a bit guilty over the whole Arachnid situation but still, her concern was getting a bit too much. Even for him.

Anyway, as he and Arcee pulled into the base, he found the others already there and gathered around something perched on the second floor area. "Hey guys, what's up?" He greeted aloud as he got off Arcee, giving her his helmet after she transformed for safekeeping.

"Welcome back Jack, Arcee." Optimus greeted back with a stoic warmness that Jack didn't know possible.

"What's with the crowd?" Arcee asked curiously as she and Jack stepped closer, with Jack bounding up the steps to join Miko and Raf on the second floor. There, on the second floor, was a silver and gold sphere with curved glyphs wrapped around it. It was nearly the size of Raf, only stopping at the boy's chest height. "Uh, what is that?"

Bulkhead shrugged, "Dunno, Ratchet found it in storage but we don't remember it being stored there. Like, ever."

Jack frowned, staring at the sphere warily, "Could it be a trap?" He couldn't help but ask, bristling when Miko just casually placed a hand on the sphere. "Miko!"

"What?! Raf and I already touched it before! So have the others! It does nothing!" Miko exclaimed, patting the silver and gold sphere, making a clanging noise as she did so.

Ratchet grumbled, giving the girl a look of intense disapproval. "Nothing so far. We still don't know what it's supposed to be or how it got into the base. And before anyone suggests, no, we did not forget about it. We catalogued every single Cybertronian item that we brought into this base, before and after we moved here, and I am certain that something like this would be remembered." He huffed, arms crossed against his chassis. "However so far, all scans shows it being... inert. Deactivated, with no clear instructions or signs on how to activate it." He glanced over to the Prime who shook his helm.

"My apologies old friend, I have searched through my memories and data files, but I have no knowledge as to what this artifact is. Or what it can do." Optimus replied with slight apology, though he did look back to the sphere, watching Raf, Jack and Miko hesitantly (Miko wasn't hesitant at all) poke and prod the sphere. "But I do recognize the glyphs on the sphere, it is Primal Vernacular. The old tongue of the Primes of Cybertron."

.: So it's a Prime relic or an artifact related to it? :. Bumblebee beeped in question. .: What does it say? :.

"It says, 'See for yourself, what else is out there.'" The Autobot leader answered, intrigued yet perplexed by the sphere's mystery. "Again, I do not know what that means per say, nor do I remember anything resembling this artifact anywhere."

"Well, whatever it is, it's currently broken." Miko said with a huff, still patting the sphere before curling her hand into a fist. "Or maybe we're not hitting it hard enough! Do something already! It's been so boring today!" She exclaimed, banging her fist.

"Miko!" Jack, Bulkhead and Ratchet exclaimed in varying tones of worry and frustration.

Miko gave each of them a deadpanned look as she, Raf and Jack continued to press their palms to the sphere for some reason. It was just warm and weird to touch, alright? "What? It's not like I'll shatter it! It's not made of glass!"

Suddenly, the sphere began to glow.

Immediately, the humans let go of the sphere, backing away with a startled cry. The Autobots were quick to retrieve their charges and step away from the glowing sphere. Light shined out of the glyphs before shooting into the air to... project a holographic screen?

Words began to flash along the screen, first in Primal Vernacular, then in Neocybex, and finally in English.

[ CONTINUITY SCAN 100 % COMPLETE SUBJECTS ' Raf ; Jack ; Miko ' COMPONENT ACCEPTED UNKNOWN ATTEMPTS GENERATED PASSCODE 'BORING' HAS BEEN ACCEPTED KEY WORDS ; SHATTERED GLASS ACCEPTED ]

"What's happening?!" Raf clutched Bee's hands as his guardian held him close, tense and ready for whatever would happen. It was the same for Miko and Jack who were being held up by Bulkhead and Arcee respectively. Ratchet and Optimus stood before the three bots, ready to fight if necessary.

Fortunately, they didn't have to.

The holographic screen merely stayed there in the air, the text being wiped away for new ones.

[ PROCEED WITH UNIVERSAL OBSERVATION? ACCEPT / DECLINE ]

"What?" Ratchet uttered as he and the others slowly relaxed, enough that the three Autobots slowly put down their human charges. "Universal observation? What on Cybertron could that possibly mean?"

"I... do not know, old friend." Optimus murmured, eyeing the screen with a wary optic.

"If... If it's an 'observation' thing then, maybe it's harmless?" Jack suggested, peeking up at the screen with a look of apprehension. Then he spotted Miko's look of interest, and the smile on her face. "Miko... Miko no!" He exclaimed, trying to reach her but unfortunately for Jack, he was too late. She'd been set a bit too far from him.

"ACCEPT!" The teenage girl shouted just as Jack reached her a second too late, startling everyone and immediately the screen came to life.

"MIKO!" Multiple voices exclaimed in varying tones of exasperation and frustration. Miko merely grinned from behind Jack's hand before her eyes widened and she pointed at the screen.

"MMPH! MM-" She forced Jack's hand off her mouth, "LOOK!"

[ Two humans ran through the halls of a familiar looking ship. The colors a little bit brighter though. ]

"It's Raf and I!" They all boggled at the sight of it. "Why are we on the Nemesis?"

"Wait, when did this happen?" Jack squinted, wondering why Raf and Miko were on the Nemesis, hell, why was the sphere showing this?

"It didn't! Miko and I never ran together on the Nemesis." Raf said, adjusting his glasses as he watched him and Miko on screen run through the halls.

"Why do the halls look a little different? More..." Bulkhead squinted, "... brighter?"

"More importantly, why are running and why do they look excited?" Ratchet questioned stiffly, wondering what in the pit was going on.

[ "Oh chiiildren~" A feminine voice playfully rang out in the hallway, almost familiar rapid, multiple pedesteps sounded out. "Where aare youuu~?"

Miko and Raf shared a look, "Split up!" She whisper yelled to Raf who giggled and ran the opposite direction. ]

Arcee immediately tensed, "Arachnid!" She hissed with contempt, recognizing that voice anywhere. And yet, she paused with confusion. Unlike the usual sultry maliciousness in her voice, she sounded... genuinely playful, and soft almost. It made Arcee shiver with unease.

"Arachnid?! Miko, Raf, get out of there!" Jack urged the screen-version of his friends even though they couldn't hear him.

"Woah Jack! Raf and I are here! We're fine!" Miko soothed, though she did look concerned for her screen counterpart. But even she noticed that screen!Miko and Raf weren't really scared? They really just looked excited, of all things. But why? 

[ Miko ducked around the corner, pressing against the wall so she could catch her breath. She huffed, trying to keep herself quiet. She peeked around the corner, eyes squinting. When she spots nothing, she sighs in relief, grinning to herself before she hears a sound coming from above. She looks up and gasps, abruptly, she's snatched upwards.

Meanwhile, Raf was still running in the halls of the ship and just as he turns, he stops as he finds a familiar mech standing in the hall. "Starscream!" Raf exclaimed with delight, reaching his arms up, "Quick, hide me!" ] 

There's a cry of her name, much different from usual- panicked and scared and Miko yelps as she finds herself in Bulkhead's hands once again. The wrecker looking so very concerned for her, "Uh- Bulk? I'm fine! I'm here! I'm- screen Miko's definitely fine! Bulk?" 

Raf gave the screen a bewildered look before he too, yelped when he found himself being lifted up by Bee just like Miko. "Bumblebee!" His friend let out a protective, panicked beep, "Bee?" 

"Starscream?" Arcee repeated incredulously, having been on edge the moment screen!Miko had disappeared. "That's- that cannot be Starscream."

The Starscream on the screen's grey metal was lighter, his wings were folded downwards, there were red and blue detailing that the Starscream they knew didn't have. Not to mention he wasn't hunched over and his optics, they were blue instead of red. The most damning of all though, was the gentle look the seeker had that replaced his usually malicious and scheming expression. 

"I… believe it is." Optimus murmured with slight disbelief, watching how the young human on the screen seemed to treat that Starscream with friendly familiarity. "I do not think it is our Starscream however." 

[ "Hide you?" Starscream mused aloud, "Ah, another game, Rafael? Very well." He knelt down, letting Raf climb onto his servos and opened his cockpit, letting the human settle into the space before gently closing it. "Alright in there?" He asked with amusement and chuckled when Raf replied with a muffled 'yes!' ] 

"Definitely not our Starscream, he would never let a human into his cockpit like that." Ratchet agreed, watching the scene with a nervous tank and a boggled expression. Trying to understand what exactly was happening right now. "This… This is an alternate world." 

They all turned to the medic. "What?"

[ Pedesteps came, alongside the joined laughter of two females. The screen showed Arachnid in her root mode, toting around Miko on her shoulder, servos firmly yet carefully holding on. Miko was laughing as the spider bot jostled her two and fro. "Starscream!" Arachnid called out happily, smiling widely at the seeker. "I don't suppose you've seen Raf, have you?" 

"Hmm, Rafael?" Starscream replied with clear jest, "Perhaps…" His optics not so subtly looked down to his cockpit. Arachnid noticed and smiled mischievously. ]

Arcee was staring at the screen with warring emotions, firstmost was anger and disgust at the sight of the spider femme and then there was confusion at the sight of the fact this Arachnid was different. Not only in looks, her optics were a cyan blue instead of purplish pink, her finish was a dark yet cooler hue of blue with bronze trims instead of gold. But in personality of course, she was handling screen!Miko with obvious care despite having the human girl on her shoulder. And her voice, it was soft as silk, not sultry and had no hidden menace.

Add into the fact Starscream was being equally differnet—

It was a fragging jarring thing to witness, even through a holographic screen. Arcee felt faint. 

Ratchet, was thankfully, just as perturbed as he gestured to the screen. "This is- this is showing us a glimpse into an alternate world. One where the Decepticons are- well, that." 

[ "Now, where oh where could Raf be? He couldn't have gotten far, his legs are, unfortunately, too short." Arachnid mused slowly, snickering at the muffled 'hey!' that was heard from Starscream's cockpit. Not long an 'oops' was heard as Arachnid leaned closer to Starscream, faceplate by the cockpit. "Gotcha. Starscream, if you would?" 

"No Screamy! Take Raf and run!" Miko hollered with a laugh, squirming on Arachnid's shoulder. 

Starscream laughed, shaking his helm. "Perhaps another time, I do still have duties to fulfill. My apologies Rafael." He opened the pit and gently took the pouting tween out. It didn't last long as Arachnid took him as well, setting him to sit properly on her other shoulder unlike Miko, who hung like a sack. "Hm, that's two humans accounted for. Where is Jackson?" ] 

"Primus that is so fragging weird." Bulkhead hissed, still holding on to Miko protectively, but eventually relented when the girl squirmed and scrambled towards his shoulder. He gave in and let her sit there. 

"I know! Looks like the cons are the good guys over there! So weird!" Miko exclaimed, legs swinging as she watched herself call Starscream 'Screamy' and not get obliterated by the con. 

.: … Starscream calls Raf, Rafael like Ratchet… And calls Jack, Jackson- he sounds like a fraggin' gentlemech. :. Bumblebee whirred, scratching his helm while settling Raf on his own shoulder. He glanced over to Jack who had the same look as Arcee, staring incomprehensibly at the screen. Which was fair, the two times he met with Arachnid were horrible but here she was- different on screen in another world. 

[ "Jack's with King Con! Talking about Cybertron again." Miko huffed, wiggling in Arachnid's grip. The femme finally relented, letting the teenage girl down to the floor. She groaned, stretching her limbs. 

Starscream frowned, "Miko, you know he doesn't like being called that." 

Miko pouted, "Aw, but he's like- all wise and stuff! And he leads the Decepticons- plus, you all told us if it wasn't for Optimus and his evil Autobots, he'd be like, ruling Cybertron." 

"In charge of Cybertron, not ruling it. Never ruling it- he hates the word and thought of it." Arachnid corrected gently. "It's why he never chose a Prime name, merely shortened his gladiatorial name to Megatron. He hates being addressed by any other title aside from General." 

The scene changes to Megatron, standing at the control center with Jack on the console. Pictures of Cybertron in its golden age were on the screens, the silver mech had a gentle smile on his face as Jack looked around with wonder. ]

There's a silence in the Autobot base from the scene. "This is a world where good and evil have been switched." Optimus whispered, his usually warm stoicism broken into disbelief, optics widening as he sees such a familiar faceplate. "Megatronus…" He utters, spark aching in his chamber at the familiar-looking mech. 

He looked so much like the Megatronus he once knew, only older, slightly different but his optics were blue as can be and his servo digits weren't sharpened into claws. And that smile, when had been the last time he'd seen it? Before the council meeting? Longer? 

[ "And this… This was my home city, Kaon." Megatron told Jack as the pictures flickered to Kaon. "It was not the friendliest of capitals, far from it, it was where the ruthless tore into the weak. Kindness was rare, especially in the Pits from where I fought." 

"You mentioned that before, the Pits. It was… a gladiator arena, right?" Jack questioned as the pictures changed again. The human carefully walked along the console, aware of the bigger mech that shadowed him, as if to make sure he wouldn't fall. 

"Indeed, glad to know you've been paying attention, young one." Megatron chuckled, "It was named after the Cybertronian version of what you humans would call 'Hell', and quite honestly, it was. I struggled to survive in the Pits, but I did. I found strength, I found power, and most importantly; I found kindness." 

The human frowned, looking at him with confusion. "I thought you said it was rare?" 

"It was, but not nonexistent. Kindness exists everywhere, Jack. Even the smallest of acts might sway or influence another. Sometimes, even creating a cascade of events that escalate into something more." Megatron murmurs, sounding nostalgic, fond yet also somber. "In all the time I've lived, Jack, I've realized many things. I've realized that strength is not everything, that weakness is subjective, that kindness is not weakness and that there is a difference from being nice, to being kind." ]

Hearing this Megatron talk made Optimus feel weak. His voice was so similar, but without the roughened edge of anger-fueled war tingeing his vocals. The growl of rage and slight hint of madness. It was so gentle and warm and wise— A strange sort of feeling that permeated his processor, numbly, he could hear the quiet reactions of the others. Varying from disbelief to outright confused shock. It was understandable, they've never seen this side of Megatronus. This side of Megatron. 

Primus, his words too. 

"Scrap, he's reminding me so much of Optimus but so different, it's weird." He hears Jack mutter and there's a hesitant agreement coming from all around him. 

[ Before Megatron could continue, a warning came to the screens. Startling both of them. "Woah!" Jack almost stepped off the console, but was caught and saved by Megatron who gently settled him to the floor.

"It's a Decepticon distress signal." Megatron said tensely, "Everyone, get to the command center. Now." He said aloud and into the comms. 

It didn't take long for the other Decepticons to arrive. ]

It was bizarre, to see the line up of Decepticons in different colors and all with blue optics, with the exception of Knock Out whose optics were a darker orange here.

Breakdown looked very different, his armor was red, his optics an icy blue and his faceplate a purplish grey tint- surprisingly, he had screen!Miko on his shoulder. Trailing behind him was Knock Out, instead of a bright red finish, the medic was cyan.

Right beside them was Soundwave, who was painted in a very faint purple with light green biolights. He still had a visor covering his faceplate. 

"Woah…" Raf muttered, eyeing the Decepticons from Bee's shoulder. "It's- they all look so different, at first glance it's just the colors and even that is enough to feel- jarring?" Bee made a beep of agreement, nodding to his words.

[ "Signal Origins; Makeshift." Soundwave immediately said, a worried emoticon appearing on his visor- voice synthesized but understandable. "Location coordinates attached." 

"Makeshift? Who's that?" Raf asked as Soundwave picked him up. ]

Bee tensed at the sight of Soundwave picking screen!Raf up, .: I-I know this is supposed to be an alternate world but- :. Primus, was that Soundwave's actual voice?! 

"I know Bumblebee, it's- it's weird. Downright disturbing." Arcee agreed, still looking a bit nauseous at the sight of Arachnid, of the Decepticons alongside the humans on the screen. Even though, they seemed… good. Frag, Optimus' words echoed in her processor, 'good swapped with evil' naturally that meant… oh frag.

[ "An old friend." Knock Out said as he and Soundwave went to the console to locate the distress signal. "He's been away for a while because he wanted to explore Earth on his own. This was before the Autobots managed to follow us here."

"I ordered him to stay away after the Autobots arrived, I wanted to keep him as a hidden operative. You see, Makeshift has a unique ability, he is a Shifter, a Cybertronian capable of turning into another Cybertronian- copying their frame, their looks, even their voice. Makeshift is one of my best stealth agents." Megatron explained with a tense frown. "He is a hardy mech, for him to use a distress signal…"

"Situation; grim." Soundwave finished. 

"Starscream, prepare the groundbridge at those exact coordinates. Knock Out, Breakdown and I shall be going through." ]

[---- TFP : UO -----]

The Nemesis

"I cannot believe my other would let a human inside his pit! Inconceivable!"

"Teal? Teal? Ugh, I mean, it's not a bad look but red is so my color!" Knock Out complained to Breakdown who didn't look too impressed, though he was too busy looking at himself on the screen.

"Can't believe I've got Bulkhead's human pet as my own. Guess Arachnid was just babysitting." At the mention of her name, the spiderbot hissed at Breakdown, annoyed and perturbed by her on-screen self. So gentle, so weak- thankfully she wasn't the only one disturbed by their alternate selves.

"And there's still no information as to how this thing got on my ship? Or how it activated on its own?!" Megatron growled to Starscream and Soundwave but his optics were trained solely at the screen. Taking in just how… different he was in another universe. The implications he's gotten so far… were abhorrent. Yet intriguing. 

"N-No! Master, we have- we have no idea how either happened." 

Soundwave said nothing, but did bring up a picture of a certain text.

[ CONTINUITY SCAN 100 % COMPLETE SUBJECTS ' Raf ; Jack ; Miko ' COMPONENT ACCEPTED UNKNOWN ATTEMPTS GENERATED PASSCODE 'BORING' HAS BEEN ACCEPTED KEY WORDS ; SHATTERED GLASS ACCEPTED ]

Before showing the picture of a certain trio of human children. 

"The Autobot pet humans? Hm…"

Megatron trailed off, optics shining sharply when the screen continued.

This was… interesting to say the least.

[----- TFP : UO -----]

shattered glass designs inspired by @jealousmarquis

winged it for breakdown's colors tbh. also, i was a bit confused on knock out's color scheme from jealousmarquis' pictures, one seemed a lighter blue like teal while the other was a darker blue- for now i settled on teal with thinking maybe knock out liked changing the shades of his finish. idk.

i have no idea when the next part will come but i've definitely a few ideas on what else for team prime (and cons) to react to next! but first, gotta finish the shattered glass segment. the next one will be the last of it (for now).

EDIT 1/16/25: jealousmarquis described their sg breakdown design so i edited it accordingly.

[NEXT]

[samirant]

Dungeon Crawler Carl & You

*taps microphone*

Okay, so I've been going off about Dungeon Crawler Carl for months now and I do not see it stopping at any point, so let's see if I can entice one or two of you to join in my madness.

DCC is Lit RPG and written like a video game come to life, from the point of view of the contestants trapped within the game. There are levels to conquer and loot boxes and quests and an AI running things that has a very tenuous hold on stability to begin with and doesn't keep it for very long.

Carl is just... a guy. He's just a guy with a traumatic backstory that he's squished deep down inside himself because he doesn't like drama and he thinks he's doing just fine because it's done, you know? It's in the past, can't change it, can't hurt him anymore.

(It can hurt him. It does hurt him.)

The world as we know it is destroyed in a split second, Carl surviving by mere happenstance and the only reason he goes into the dungeon is that he will literally freeze to death otherwise. At no point is this guy searching for glory or thinking he's a savior, he's just trying to survive another day. That Carl happens to have his ex-girlfriend's prize-winning tortie Persian cat with him is a coincidence - and it turns out to be his major lifeline in the entire series. Princess Donut is his partner in crime, his bestie for life and if he ever loses her, he will lose everything. Goodbye to the last vestiges of his sanity.

The first couple levels are pretty contained, Carl & Donut learning the ropes and how to survive every encounter with increasingly powerful enemies who want nothing more than to see them dead, the eyes of the universe and the corporations running the shitshow ever focusing on them and trying to eke out as much profit as possible at the same time.

Then they meet other survivors - both good and misled - and the beauty of humanity comes out, the sacrifices they are willing to make for one another, the knowledge that they aren't likely to survive, but they make the right choices anyway because dying might be bad, but letting each other down is worse.

The secondary characters grow in complexity with every level. Where it was once just Carl & Donut, it becomes dozens of characters, from all over the world, all of them gifted in their own way, all of them fighting as best they can, some of them betrayed, some of them dying, some of them choosing to go out on their own terms. Men and women and animal alike, they are individual and committed to the greater good.

Matt Dinniman has written a series that takes an emotional toll on its readers: pain, loss, horror, humor, desperation, walking through life with an unrelenting grief. There are dick jokes and drug-dealing, lava-spitting llamas and riffs on Wonderwall and lines like: Trauma does that, I thought. It's an explosion with your heart at the center. It changes everything all at once.

Also, there are velociraptors.

And a decapitated, talking sex doll head that wants to kill everyone's mothers.

It's a LOT of stuff going on, all right?

And just as you think the story can't get any better, enter Jeff Hays. Our audiobook narrator, our man of a hundred distinct voices. Good god, he's phenomenal. I've listened to so many books and while there are some very talented narrators out there, Jeff Hays leaves them in the motherfucking dust. I honest to god thought he was using an app to manipulate his voice for different characters until I saw him narrating in real time and I was utterly blown away by his talent.

The combination of this story by Matt Dinniman and narration by Jeff Hays has me going back, time and time again. I recommend the experience wholeheartedly and hope you'll give it a chance.

[paradlselost]

CRIMSON.

JOHN SEED X FEMALE DEPUTY

Sort of a dump, I was really debating on just publishing this as a WIP but I was halfway through the smut and decided to just finish it. Not my best, but I tried to go for a more canon accurate John, which means he’s a major freak in this sorry :/

I mentioned it in the fic but didn’t go too deep, I kinda love toying with the idea of a more selfish deputy - humanizing them. If I were to ever write a longer fic with more of an oc-ized version of the deputy would anyone read? Let me know.

I probably won’t post about John Seed or FC5 for a little while after this. I have ideas for a Black Noir (my bbg) fic and then a Father Paul Hill one from Midnight Mass cause I love religious trauma as y’all can tell. I do also like indoctrinated!deputy so maybe maybe eventually I write about that.

2.7k words

content warnings: mentions of cutting into flesh. smut — dubcon, choking, blood play (John being a freak sorry), dryhumping, oral (m receiving), fingering, debauchery in a house of God.

She should’ve known from the start, when the crackle of her radio sounded, interjecting her music with his voice; that this request was nothing but trouble. But rage had blinded her, wrath seeped into every pore in her body, selfishness.

It was never the Deputy’s plan to become the symbol for the resistance, even after the blades of the helicopter stopped, and smoke and fire billowed out from the engine. Even after Dutch saved her and enlisted her help, and despite the stories from countless other resistance members, she only really had one prerogative; save her friends. 

Hudson, Pratt, Whitehorse. Trapped in the claws of the cult, it was her duty to get them back, and despite the help she had been giving to the resistance, those were the only three people she cared about.

He knew this, stalking her like a cat preparing to pounce, he watched every facet of her life from the moment she ventured into Holland Valley that he could. A selfish little thing, ripe for his obsession.

John Seed was a proud man, bold and brave as he had so eloquently begged Jacob to put in his song. His pedestal as a Herald inflated his ego, the knowledge that without him Eden’s Gate wouldn’t have prospered nearly as much fueled his narcissism, which is why he surrounded himself with only the peggies who would do anything for him.

He isn’t sure whether new members are supposed to pledge their lives to him and the cult, but it sounds so sweet when the floor pools with the blood of their atonement and he coaxes those little words from his new followers' lips. His tongue is coated in silver, he loves this new power, and she threatens to take that from him.

He knew she wouldn’t be as proactive if he crooned to her that he had a resistance member or two, and she would swing in guns blazing if he claimed to have Hudson right beside him. So, instead he played on her curiosity, that little nudge in the back of her mind that forced her to seek him out whenever he called. Like a moth to a flame.

“Fuck you, Seed!” Voice so filled with venom it might’ve burned a hole in the floor, he tilted his head at her profanity, a sadistic grin playing on his face.

Hope County was filled with little white churches, chapels with steeples that attempted to reach to the heavens above. She assumed they were much more lively before, now most were barren except on Sundays, when the peggies who could not fit onto Joseph’s compound would listen to him under random roofs of God.

This. He chose to be under the white ceiling specifically, to call her into the thing she had been fighting against. To hear her screams echo against the chipped painting that decorated the walls, for her blood to be stained on the old wooden floorboards.

Curiosity killed the cat. She was stupid enough to venture into his trap, falling to the ground when hit hard enough over the head, and now she was stupid enough to attempt to fight off the peggies that held either arm.

“Such profanity. You’re in a house of God, Deputy, mind your tongue.” He scolded her as if she was a misbehaving child, as if everything she had ever done could be chalked up to that. A spoiled rotten brat.

His fingers danced over the tools he had brought with him, his trusty tattoo gun being at the top, but an assortment of knives he also deemed fit for this occasion. Oh, the blood she would spill for him, he became giddy at the thought.

“Get off of me-! Woah woah woah- hey stop!” Yelping, she still attempted to fight off the peggies that held her arms, she shied away when he advanced toward her, tattoo gun in his hands. He had tried this before, she knew what he was doing.

“No one here to help you now, Wrath. Don’t try and fight, your atonement will hurt much less if you cooperate.” He was too calm for this situation, a practiced art he had been through hundreds of times. It was a skill, making people spill their most intimate secrets, a skill he had perfected.

The Deputy was a fighter, through and through, though John could understand Jacobs words. She was weak without her companions, without pastor Jerome stealing her from her atonement, or Nick Rye strafing his armed convoy, she was nothing now - and it was almost endearing to him.

With her hands bound, she resorted to spitting that same venom that she held in her words, marking his perfect face with her saliva. He grimaced, wiping it off his cheek before it trailed down to his beard, pretty blue eyes flashing with that same bloodlust that dictated his every waking moment.

It was shocking to even the peggies that held her when he grabbed her by her throat, pinning her to the ground and straddling her hips. His hands shook with anger - the same wrath that he deemed consumed her now making an appearance in himself. Two sides of the same coin, two heads of a snake.

Her head ached now, body feeling as though it was echoing. A second blow to the back of her head that surely would’ve knocked her out if the pain of his tattoo gun wasn’t keeping her grounded. She didn’t know how fast he had ripped her shirt, or how long it would take for him to carve her skin, but she was reduced to pained whines and pleas for him to stop.

And he relished in the noises she made. The blood that covered his hands and trickled down her chest wasn’t an unusual sight for the herald - but her being the one under him made it all the more exciting. His Deputy, his wrath, his perfect rival. The peggies that stood above him now didn’t matter, and what are they to him anyways? Expendable followers he could use, the Deputy was everything.

“Yes yes, c’mon, keep pleading…” How could he help it? Her eyes half lidded as she looked up at him, hands no longer bound by the peggies now loosely grabbing the wrist that held the tattoo gun in an attempt to stop him. She looked so pathetic under him, so why shouldn’t he grind himself against her when his pants were so uncomfortably tight?

Her words didn’t quite reach his ears, not as he waved his followers out - who hurriedly scrambled in embarrassment. The old church was silent, save for her soft sobs and his intense breathing. His hand still placed over her neck made her choke on her words, which only fueled his desire. He could crush her windpipe, her life rested in his hands, and maybe he would’ve if the nagging reminder that she was the only way he was getting into New Eden wasn’t playing in the back of his head.

His ticket, but it didn’t mean he couldn’t have some fun with her.

He removed his hand from her neck as he finished carving into her pretty skin. WRATH, her own personal scarlet letters. He hummed, looking down at her with lustful eyes, fluttering between hers and the blood that pooled on her chest and trickled down her body to the wooden floor below.

She hated the feeling that bubbled in her chest as the pain subsided, now only a dull ache danced with the look he gave her, how he rubbed the tent made in his pants against her. No doubt, a mark had been left on her neck - his handprint, a reminder. The world felt silent at this moment, when she should've pushed him off.

Selfishness. Prioritizing that small ache he gave her over what she should be doing. Finding anything to act as a weapon against him.

But she didn’t, not as his head lowered and she was greeted with his perfectly slicked back hair, shaking hands reaching to play with a strand. A soft grumble came from his throat, tongue lapping at the blood that trickled down the valley of her chest, tasting what he had drawn out of her.

“What are you doing-?” Her voice was soft, he barely heard it over the ringing in his ears. Too long had he been subjected to resorting to his hand when he thought about her, or messing up his silk pillowcases with his pretty ropes when she teased him over the radio. He had her under him, he wasn’t going to let her go now.

“Shh.” His voice was more scolding then he meant it to be, his tongue traveling from the blood he lapped at down to her budding nipple. He wasn’t gentle, and why should he be? After everything she had messed up for him, he felt it justified to bite down on her pretty flesh, pulling at the bud as much as he wanted.

He relished in the pretty, pained moans that fell from her lips, how her back arched into it. Two sides of the same coin, both reveling in whatever pain was brought to them.

The Deputy’s head tilted back, allowing him a chance to latch onto her neck as a vampire would, smearing the blood on his lips all over her pretty skin. He bit, marking her with his teeth over the forming bruises from his handprint. His hands, decorated in the crimson from his hold on the tattoo gun traveled down her body, painting her in her own red.

He slipped his hand below the rough fabric of her jeans, being met with a contrast, soft and delicate and slightly damp. A soft grumble left his lips at the feeling; which were still pressed against her pretty neck. He felt the way her breath hitched as he ran digits over her most delicate areas. Being so close to her neck, he felt how her muscles tightened and how her breath hitched in her throat.

Lifting her hips to meet his tattooed fingers, a small admission of need. She bit her bottom lip to suppress the noises that tempted to fall from her lips - not wanting to give him the satisfaction. They were still enemies, still rivals, at least to her. 

John on the other hand seemed to be on cloud nine, relishing in how she moved against his hand, grinding herself through the fabric of her underwear. He bit down once more, slipping her out of her jeans and grabbing her hips, sitting up and pressing his pelvis against hers.

“John- John cmon…” Head thrown back, panting as she grabbed at the blue silk of his top. He tilted his head down at her, a sadistic smirk playing on his features.

He always took what he wanted, no matter who it was, and the Deputy was no exception to this. To him, it was God's Grace that placed them both here, that gave him the opportunity to rut his hips against hers.

The bulge in his covered jeans met her underwear, fucking himself against her covered cunt. He leaned down overtop of her, panting against her ear. Hot breath on her neck, the sounds of his soft moans mixing with his heavy breaths, and of course his restricted cock grazing just over her clit every couple of thrusts, it was enough to make any girl's eyes roll back.

He stopped, only for a moment, but long enough for her to let out a needy whine, lifting her head to see what he was doing. Tattooed fingers worked the EG belt off, letting his pants pool at his ankles. He wasted no time once they were off, underwear meeting underwear as the outline of his dick was much more pronounced.

“Fuck fuck, put your head back. Fucking-… good girl.” He groaned out, one hand leaving her hips and grabbing at her pretty hair, pulling her head back against the cold wooden floor of the church. She ached, head pounding and echoing from the injuries earlier - but the feeling of him fucking himself against her needy cunt kept her grounded.

In this moment, she needed him, needed this feeling to not pass out.

He tilted his own head back, sweat casting a slick sheen over his skin. A hand dipped against the drying blood on her chest, gathering what he could over his fingertips before bringing them to his lips, sucking on the bloodied digits. He groaned around his fingers, muffling the moans that threatened to fall.

The head of his cock strained against the blue fabric of his boxers, hips thrusting sloppily against her as his hand tightened on her hips, leaving pretty marks in his wake. One thrust, another thrust, and finally another before white pooled at the head, spurting out of the tiny holes in his underwear.

Panting, he finally moved his fingers out of his mouth, cleaned off the blood and tilted his head down at her almost mockingly; he got to finish, the cum that leaked from his underwear dripping down onto hers, and she didn’t get to. He relished in that, that power he had over her.

“H-hey! Not fair!”

“Oh, Deputy. Come here, maybe I’ll let you get off.”

He grinned as he stood up, fixing himself before moving back onto one of the pews, watching her scramble over to him. He had her eating out of the palm of his hand as she kneeled in front of him. Her head pounded harder, eyes a little woozy.

“Poor baby, rest your head, sweetheart.” He teased, a sadistic grin on his face as she nodded and rested against his thigh, looking up at him with those pretty eyes of hers. He couldn’t help himself, not if she looked so pretty right there in his grasp. 

He tangled his fingers in her hair, watching her confused expression as he moved the blue fabric off of his legs, dick springing up as it was freed from the confinement of his underwear. Guiding her head over it, watching her part her pretty lips to suck on his leaking tip.

Milking his cock, swallowing the spurts of salty seed that spilled onto her tongue. She drained him for all he’s worth, looking up at him as he ran his fingers through her hair. He was soft and gentle in this moment, noises falling from his lips that told her how good she was doing. She shouldn’t be doing this, shouldn’t be sucking off John Seed of all people.

He grinned as he watched her, once he was satisfied with the way she suckled on him, he grabbed her chin and pulled her off of him. Guiding her up to her feet, he let her loom over him. She wasn’t intimidating like this, he didn’t know if it was because he had just fucked her over their clothes or because she was relying on him for an orgasm, but she seemed almost adorable.

His lips found her neck once more as she leaned against him, nuzzling her head into his shoulder. He forced her to stand, to spread her legs to allow his fingers to feel the now wet fabric of her panties. He hummed in satisfaction, moving them aside and tracing a finger over her slick folds.

A soft gasp left her lips, grabbing onto his shoulder and attempting to move back to look him in the eye. He grumbled, forcing her in that same position as he bit down on her neck, pushing a finger inside of her at the same time. He loved the moans that fell from her lips as he pumped a digit deeper inside of her.

Another finger stretched her out, deep enough to hit those nerves that made her legs tremble. She whined, shaking against him and propping herself up as he continued to pump in and out of her. He pulled away from her neck for only a moment, watching the way she buried her face against him and laughing softly.

He added one more finger before her legs fully began to tremble, grabbing onto his shoulder. Pumping more, fully reaching those nerves, which caused her to spasm around him, her orgasm flooding around his fingers. She rocked against him once or twice, chasing her high.

“Look at you, Deputy, needing me. Did I make you feel good? Use your words.”

[hford0311]

In my silence I adored you

*Avenger's Tower Fanfic*

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Hey girl, what-cha doing down there? Dancing alone while I live right above you; I can hear your music playing; I can feel your body swaying

It didn't take a super soldier to hear the music that came out of your apartment. However, the one above you did understand the lyrics, not like most of the others that lived in the tower. He didn't mind it, sometimes, it became a soothing thing when the nightmares woke him up. The vibrations of the music and lyrics gave him was a micro-confirmation that he was no longer in the Soviet Union. No longer trapped under any ice.

"Okay, but how come you can't go one day without it?" Sam asked about your music during breakfast. You shrugged, "I have my space. It mostly stays in my space. Just like Redwing." Bucky snickered. Sam slightly aggressively turned towards his best friend-enemy man. "You live above her! What are your thoughts?" Bucky was slightly started by the question. "I-I don't mind it." You stuck your tongue out at Sam, putting your dishes in sink, and walked away. "You said you only like forties music." Sam accused as soon as you were out of ear shot. Bucky avoided eye contact before he cleared his throat, "I have to train with Steve."

One floor below me, you don't even know me, I love you

When that and a combination of other things didn't work, keep falling back into night terrors, Bucky would sit in front of his glass windows, curtains pulled back. At first, his eyes would wander the city lights. Eventually, his eyes would shift down below and see your shadow swaying and dancing to the music that was nearly never ending. It was a constant, consistency made reality easier to believe in. You were starting to become that in Bucky's word, even though you never would've known. He never mentioned it.

If you look out your window tonight, pulling the string with the note that's attached to my heart; Read how many times I saw you, how in my silence I adored you.

Sure, Bucky and you met occasionally during missions and Avengers' (aka Tony Stark's) parties. However, neither of you ever got beyond glances, brief introductions, and the incredibly rare argument-- sorry polite conversation-- that Steve, Sam, or Nat would drag the pair of you into. Both of you would roll your eyes at the dragger and their "opponent." Plus, the pair of you would almost always be against whatever Sam was arguing. Bucky appreciated the team effort from you. You were also a bit of a history buff which sometimes led to his ears pricking up to some type of familiarity that he could confidently nod along with or it would help him connect the dots with events that didn't include the Winter Soldier.

It took one of these little rantings of knowledge you had, Steve and Sam saw the captivated look that Bucky distantly gave you. They both also knew it wasn't just the words coming out of your mouth that Bucky was interested in, either. The pair of men shared an look. They knew their mission.

"Alright boys, it's been fun." You said getting up, heading towards your apartment. "Don't have too much fun without me." You waved as you hit the stairs.

The duo of men encircled Bucky. "You have a problem." Same stated as if it was obvious and something much worse than actuality. "Sam-" Steve tried to soften the blow. "No, he is in love with that girl and he hasn't said more than five words to her." Sam insisted. Bucky gave them both a confused stare. "Y/n, Buck, we can tell." Steve cleared up. Bucky's face went to complete denial. "No, I don't."

"Those eyes you gave her earlier tell a different story, Buck." Steve softly argued. Bucky groaned and put his hands in his face. "So what if I do? She's living a happy life...why.....why should I enter it more just to ruin it?" Sam and Steve gave each other soft looks. However, both of them were not going to give up that easily. "You're different now. You've said it yourself, you're not the Winter Soldier anymore." Sam stated. "Even if that's true...who said that she's going to....want me back." Doubt filled Bucky's entire body and mind. The pair of men were not going to change his mind in one night.

Only in my dreams did that wall between us come apart

Another night, Bucky added to looking down at your shadow. He wanted to go down and dance with you. Over seventy years ago, Bucky wouldn't waste another second to do. He would've swept you off your feet, literally. He would hold you close during the slower songs, inhaling your scent. Softly kissing your forehead, cheeks, lips... Bucky heavily sighed out loud, walking away from the window.

Oh my darlin', knock three times on the ceiling if you want me; twice on the pipe if the answer is no.

Sam and Steve showed up at your door. You gave them both a confused. "Come in...stop lurking at my door." You responded, letting them in. "So, how long have you liked Bucky?" Sam got straight to the point. You scoffed and slouched in one of your chairs. "Who said-" "Y/n, you never mentioned your knowledge about your so-called fascination with the 1930s before your first mission with him." Steve confronted you. You shrugged, "A girl can learn new things." Sam rolled his eyes. "They're both impossible, Steve." You sat up a little. "What do you mean by both of us?" For the third time that night, Sam and Steve shared a smirk and an idea.

Oh my sweetness *knock, knock, knock* means you'll meet me in the hallway; twice on the pipe *clang, clang* means you ain't gonna show*

You hummed the song you left playing in your room as you approached Bucky's door. You took a deep breath before knocked with the beat that Bucky could perfectly hear from your apartment below. He hesitantly answered. Then saw you, a small smile etched across his face. "It means that I want you, and that I want to meet you in the hallway-- granted next time it'll be on the ceiling but-" Your breath of words was stopped short by Bucky pulling you into his apartment.

~~ Sam looked at Steve, stifling a laugh, "There isn't really a pipe for her to say no to."

[rhysricepuffs]

random badeni hcs because i cannot form a normal thought abt this show (this was supposed to include several characters but i got carried away with badeni) (english isnt my first language so pls pardon some faulty grammar) (also pls excuse the messy writing, these are just stuff ive jotted down)

Badeni:

• probably hyperlexic and learned to read at an early age

• used to be ramble a lot when he was younger. he liked to monolouge about random things he found interesting. his ramblings were about things that kids his age didnt care about (which consequently led to some struggles with his social life early on). he mostly yapped about poems/stories he read, but he also talked about the symbolism of a flower he picked, or the name of a random rock that looked cool

• used to be sweet kid :( he smiled alot and was joyful back then

• didnt like that certain things were the way they were, and there was no further explanation to it. why did you have to follow a certain unreasonable rule at school? why was it rude to interrupt someone while talking? he constantly questioned and asked why, which led to many people disliking him. he eventually learned to question internally instead of expressing them out loud.

•gets so fixated while researching/reading and can even continue so several days in a row. The only times he stops is when someone (usually grabowski, and later oczy) checks up on him, and then he realizes that he’s at the verge of passing out

• meaning that he tends to forget his needs and has to be reminded to hydrate, sleep, etc.

• would absolutely lose it over a hug. he’s definitely touched-starved. bonus points if someone plays with his hair :( (not that he would just let anyone do so)

• he opened up to oczy and jolenta over time. he let jolenta braid his hair, and he told oczy about certain academic knowledge he didnt know about (it was his way to show appreciation)

• has a habit to pace around. a complex equation requiring much thought? he paces around. someone spewing illogical, stupid yap? he paces. if he needs some time to unwind? he paces. sometimes, when either oczy or grabowski checks up on him, they see him just walking in circles while tugging his finger around his chin ( like the thinking pose) and he sometimes talks with himself too.

• he would be a bassist in a modern band au; he might appear withdrawn and aloof, but this guy would be willing to take the spotlight anytime (i mean, have you seen some of those bass solos? they slap. literally)

• in a modern au, he’d probably be very conservative about listening to music: his taste would only consist of classical music, refusing to listen to anything else due to classical being “objectively better” because he says so. until oczy came and introduced him to indie, rock, pop, etc. at first he denied the appeal of it, but later he caught himself listening to them out of curiousity and ended up liking it. when confronted about it, he’d just say that it was nothing special while bopping his head to the beat.

• modern au badeni would be so skeptical and frustrated over social media. He doesnt like the nature of it; posting appealing things with little to no further information about it and the blantantly obvious lies and traps people fall for. it was mind-boggling to him. What do you mean that people base their opinions on short form content, when to be able to gauge the reality of certain topics, one would have to research beyond snippets of information? What do you mean that people consciously lie about a product’s effects for the sake of profit? The truth being somewhat obscure wouldnt sit right with him. The only reason he’d ever download such an app would be watch cat videos

• speaking of which, he’d 100% be a cat person. if he sees a random stray cat, he’ll go all pspspspspsp and hug and cuddle with it :) (making sure no one he knows sees him, though). he would own a cat that he would spoil :)

•badeni would wear a type of perfume that smells like a combination of violets and musk (im no expert in perfumery), and it would blend with the scent of books due to him being around them most of the time. but he usually doesnt bother wearing perfume--only on rare occasions where he has to present himself well. in fact, he finds perfumes to obstruct his sense of smell (he does have a strong sense, after all. remember when he called out oczy for reeking of blood?)

• due to his poor eyesight, either grabowski or oczy gave him a description about things that were hard for him to see, such as things from afar, or some small object.

planning to write one with oczy soon :)

[blushblushbear]

Hey I don't know if you still do phone flings, or if you only do specific ones, but if you do, can you please do basil hcs. I'm sorry i just weirdly love him.

Ah shit, here we go again *cracks knuckles*

TO THE WIKI!

also side note my thoughts while heading to the wiki are 'oh boy, can't wait for Sherlock Holmes to send me a dick pic' lol

(dude side note, I'm fucking BAFFLED how the wiki's only trivia note is that his name comes from Basil of Baker street. Literally no other mentions of the countless other sherlock references! There's book, RDJ movies and the BBC series refs in here WHAT GIVES WIKI TRIVIA!)

So obvs he has a sweet tooth, that's just canon

Also he can get a little bit kinky (that's also canon)

he's decently well read but in a way of like--- like he remembers characters and plot points but he wouldn't have that many in depth opinions on the happenings in those books (like Poe would)

though he WOULD have a decent knowledge of the basic take aways most people know of said books (example: Holden asking the cab driver what happens to the ducks in the park when the pond freezes over in Catcher in the Rye is just him, as a teen, asking an adult 'what will happen to me in winter aka in the winter of life aka Adulthood cause that book is very scared of adulthood)

(He'd also know that the pond in central park doesn't freeze over lol)

Loves loves LOVES to leave you riddles and clues and scavenger hunts as a way of flirting

it'd be hard to have a domestic life with him cause he'd constantly be in and out and disappearing in the middle of the night

also dying at random for a full 10 years and then OOPS he's actually alive lol

but if you don't mind that shit then he's the perfect guy for you

has no friends, Winston is his only friend and he annoys him to no end

Seems charming to you cause he's actively being charming when around you

in his natural habitat though he can be VERY scatter brained and a bit rude

not cause he's trying to be a dick he just gets going and steam rolls things and people

that's another thing, he sometimes jumps from idea to idea without verbally connecting the dots and then is confused when people aren't following his mad chain of logic

side note if you can follow his chain of logic, or are clever enough to keep up with him, he's putty in your hands IMMEDIATELY

he's actually some what easy to seduce

not that that takes away from him falling for you

he's easy to SEDUCE, falling in love is a hell of a different thing all together

if he's in one of his thinking holes, where he just sits there and PONDERS paying the rest of the world no mind, bring him some tea, sit it next to him and watch him instinctively drink it, it's the funniest shit

thinks about you a lot when he's playing his violin

that or mysterious

but the music get so romantic so fast so--- yeah mostly you

knows lots of random cures for things

like pickle juice for hang overs and that kinda crap

may forget to eat himself but always remembers whether or not YOU'VE eaten

he actually notices and remembers things with or about you much more than anything else

which is saying something cause he's perceptive as fuck and has a mind like a steal trap

tends to look at things logically, so he can sometimes be not the best company when it comes to things like enjoying art or media

but that's where you come in and his listening skills turn on cause he ADORES seeing the world through your eyes

you're so much more lively and vivacious than he's ever seen in a person

also certain things start to click for him, like songs and poems

he gets them now

he gets them cause when he hears them, he just thinks of you

[snicker-dooodless]

💕: Who confessed first and how? Did it go as planned or did shenanigans ensue?

🫶: Who ended up falling first? Which of them actually realized that they’d fallen in love first?

❤️‍🔥: Who tends to take the lead with showing affection?

🐱: Do they have pet names for each other, if so what are they? How does their partner feel about their pet name?

🧸: Would they want to have kids together? If so what are their kid(s) like? How are they as parents?

for your ShadowDoodle selfship >:3

ramble on dear cookie lover, ramble about your cookie pookie💕💕

OH MY GOD EVE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. MWAH MWAH MWAH!!!<3

Rambling below! ⬇️

💕-who confessed first

Shadow Milk Cookie, 100%.

Despite Snickerdoodle being blunt, and is definitely the type to tell someone how she feels about them, that’s the case when her feelings are negative. If she hates you? You’ll know that, right away. If you’re her favorite person on the planet? You’ll have to figure that out on your own. She’s taking that to her grave.

Shadow Milk Cookie, on the other hand, is the most confident bastard you’ll EVER meet. He’s 99.9% sure that he’s not getting rejected if he confesses. And I hate to say that he’s right, cause that’ll only inflate his ego even more.

I saw this cute head canon that said he would confess by doing a puppet show. And that? Is so cute??? I’m stealing that. It’s mine now.

🫶-Who fell first

Both of them probably fell around the same time. Not extremely quick, since when they first met he was literally trying to kill her and her friends, but after the main group defeats him and he’s left mostly powerless and harmless (<- headcanon of mine!) they would both interact more and eventually fall.

They both fall relatively quick due to both of them not being used to having someone like each other. Shadow Milk Cookie I believe to have been withdrawn even before his fall into deceit, only growing relationships when they were forced onto him. And after his fall, he didn’t have a chance to grow any more relationships other than with the other beast cookies due to being locked up in a tree for thousands of years.

And it’s hard to dig into why Snickerdoodle cookie isn’t used to having someone like him without going DEEP into her lore, maybe I’ll make a separate post if people wanna know it, but I’ll just leave it that she’s used to being rejected. Not necessarily in the romantic way, but in familial and platonic ways. Hell, she had trouble finding a kingdom that would accept her for being different (again, trying to not go to deep into it because I don’t want to lore dump on yall lmao) So when she finds Shadow Milk, who not only accepts her and her differences, but full on embraces them, holds them up on a pedestal, she falls pretty damn hard without realizing.

Shadow Milk would realize immediately, after all, he was literally the cookie of knowledge at some point, he knows when he loves someone.

While Snickerdoodle would not realize until one of her friends (hell, maybe even Pure Vanilla) would have to tell her that she likes Shadow Milk Cookie.

❤️‍🔥-Who takes the lead with showing affection

Definitely depends on what point in their relationship they’re in at the time, but both of them love showing their affection for each other in the end, Shadow Milk cookie is just more louder with his his affection than Snickerdoodle is.

Both of them are pretty touch starved, especially Shadow Milk after he was trapped in a tree for literally thousands of years. Whenever Doodle would touch him in any way he would freeze up and try to register what was happening. But after he gets used to touch? Oh boy, he’s not letting go of her, people have to pry him off of her sometimes.

In the touch department, both of them are really good at showing their affection, they’re not scared of PDA, they actually love it. Makes people throw up sometimes. (Also, their main love language is biting, idk why, they just match each others freak ig)

Shadow Milk cookie is better in the Gift giving and words of affirmation department. Snickerdoodle definitely gets flustered while trying to compliment him while he has no chill. He compliments her 24-7. (Although there is some angst with Snickerdoodle not always trusting his words due to him being the beast of deceit)

BUT, Snickerdoodle takes over the quality time and acts of service department. To be fair, she’s used to doing acts of service to try to show her worth to other cookies, and Shadow Milk absolutely HATES it when she does something for him instead of just cuddling with him.

No babe, I don’t need you to reorganize my bookshelf, I need cuddles. Come her right now or I’m going to lose it.

🐱-Do they have pet names for eachother

Oh. My. GOD. Anyone who knows Shadow Milk Cookie knows that he canonically gives nicknames to almost everyone he knows in game. So of course he would have literally thousands for Snickerdoodle. I’ve decided to just do a list and color code it to show which’s ones they enjoy :)

Shadow Milk’s pet names for Snickerdoodle v

Doll/Dolly, Shortcake, Girly, Missy, Angel, Doodle Noodle, Sweet Pea, Treasure, Sunshine, Sprinkles(<- this one has lore behind it👀)

Snickerdoodle’s pet names for Shadow Milk v

Handsome, Mister, Babe, Loser, Kitty (<-She started using it ironically but after she found out he purrs she started using it more often)

🧸-Would they want kids together

Funnily enough, this is literally the only selfship I’ve had that I’ve even CONSIDERED the thought of kids. In the end, I don’t think I’ll really explore that concept. But to actually answer that question-

Shadow Milk cookie is the one I see wanting kids the most. I’m a true believer that even before his fall, he would love kids, giving them his knowledge, and even after his fall, he would enjoy entertaining them with puppet shows or whatnot. So of course he wouldn’t mind having one of his own!

Snickerdoodle on the other hand would be somewhat terrified? She loves kids! She really does! And I’m SO confident that if they did have kids she would be like a proud cat mom. BUT she’s used to being rejected, like I said earlier, what if her own kids reject her? That would break her. Or worse, what if the thing about her that make other cookies wary of her spread to her kid? What if she’s the cause that her own kid is rejected from other cookies? Of course that would never happen but I think she would be to scared of them concept to have them in the end, which is fine by Shadow Milk.

ANYWAY!! Here are some texts and posts that remind me of them (:

And then have some pictures of cats in love cause that’s literally them

[jamesirius]

“Are those Molly Weasley’s famous gingersnaps?” asked James in delight. “All for you,” said Ginny, pulling out one gift-wrapped box and presenting it to him with a flourish. James pointed a finger at her. “You are, by far, the best girl Harry has ever brought here.” Ginny grinned. “Really, Dad?” said Harry. “Just because of the biscuits?”

Ginny is not totally looking forward to a Christmas spent at home with all her relatives asking her why she's the only unmarried Weasley child. Ron suggests she bring Harry as her fake boyfriend. There are a million ways this could go wrong. Featuring happily married Ron and Hermione, lots of Weasley babies, the family curse to only have boys, Cedrella Black meddling in her granddaughter's love life, and endless amounts of sugar, mistletoe, and other Christmas shenanigans.

Several times while planning this fic, I felt a lot of regret I hadn't chosen to do A Very Marauder Christmas rather than A Very Weasley Christmas. Obviously, I love the Weasleys with all my heart, but there's just something so fun and so bittersweet about being able to write the Marauders as they should have been -- happy, cheeky, funny, and alive.

So it was entirely authorial ulterior motives that made Ginny ask Harry if he wanted to go visit his family for Christmas. I love writing Harry with an actual family and I think you can actually start to see some differences between this Harry and canon Harry here - he's a big brother, he's someone's son, he has the ability to relax and therefore, sometimes, to be a dick to people he loves, because he is very secure in the knowledge that they will always love him. And he's right, and he deserves to be right on that front.

James as Head Auror and Sirius as his best lieutenant is an upgraded version of the Marauders we got to see in brief flashbacks only; Lily actually gets to put her mother skills to the test rather than, y'know, having to die for her son to be of any use to the narrative; and Remus... he gets to be happy. Which he never really is in canon, except for the brief moment of Teddy's birth. Wormtail is also around, and happy, and has a family, and even though I didn't show him, I do want to state for the record that I think if the war had never happened, the Marauders would all remain faithful. Then again, I am a Peter Pettigrew fan (sorry).

But mostly I love writing Harry as a big brother, something he can finally, in this world, share with Ron. I personally think Ron is a great big brother, although not without his faults (the slut shaming in HBP chief among them; but also, I'll never forget his true and honest love and concern for Ginny in COS, he's the best), and Harry likewise does his best but also falls into traditional older brother traps and tries to tell his siblings what to do when they don't want or need his advice. I really wanted to show Harry with his family since we've spent so much time with Ginny's, and will spend more time on her place in the family and what it means to her, as the whole story is about her, obviously. But it was important to see how she fits into the Marauders dynamic just as much as it's important to see Harry fitting into the Weasley family.

Another thing I wanted to touch upon that's different in this AU versus in canon is the class difference between Harry and Ginny - in canon, we see it with Harry and Ron, but that Harry isn't one who's grown up with money. This Harry, as Lily points out, is old money, never has to worry, never thinks twice, and while he would never look down on the poor, the working class, or the middle class... he is a bit iffy about new money. But he does have a mother who knows how to handle these things (Lily herself being a working class girl from Cokeworth), although you could also say she should have impressed this upon him better in her youth. And Ginny may have money now, but the experience of having secondhand everything isn't something that ever goes away.

Next chapter, however, is the big one -- the rest of Christmas, with everything that entails, including snowball fights, a truly massive family reunion, more on that family curse, and everyone's favorite gossipmonger great-aunt. Send some prayers up for Harry, he needs it. And Ginny, for that matter.

[incorrectsibunaquotes]

I have a theory that the reason we as an audience feel like Sibuna in Season 3b are making monumentally stupid choices is because the show doesn’t actually spell out for us that the kids don’t have all the information we have. In fact, they are operating with less than half of our knowledge. (This is gonna be a longgggg post, so read under the cut if you dare)

On my latest rewatch of S3 for fanfic purposes, i found myself really struggling to justify why the hell Eddie couldn’t put two and two together with his vision of Patricia and the “traitor” in Sibuna. I was frustrated with him because to me it was incredibly obvious! Like who else could it possibly be?? But then, I rewatched it again with a closer eye and everything suddenly clicked:

We, the audience, are watching the action from a completely zoomed out angle. We’re not just following Sibuna, but we’re also following Team Evil. We know Robert is capturing Sinners and what a Sinner actually is, before Sibuna is even fully aware that they failed to stop the eclipse ceremony. The kids metaphorically tripped at the starting line.

Furthermore, this is the first time in the show that the Sibunas have not had either the upper hand or were even on equal playing field with the adults. In Season 1, the Society was wholly unprepared for a bunch of adolescents to start foiling in their plans (bc why would they be prepared for that??), and Sibuna basically destroyed them due to adults underestimating their willingness to fuck around and find out. In Season 2, Victor/Vera and Sibuna were on equal ground; no one knew how to solve the tasks and it was a matter of a bunch of separate parties trying to figure it out before each other. They were all just throwing shit at the wall and hoping it stuck.

At the top of Season 3, we play a lot with both the S1 and S2 dynamics. At first, Sibuna is leagues and bounds ahead of the adults, and then they pretty quickly end up on the same footing. Then, in the second half of the season, that entire dynamic is flipped on its head, and it’s Sibuna who are wholly unprepared for the adults. I’ve talked about how the kids, especially our Sibuna veterans, got a little too comfortable with Victor and co’s ineptitude and cocky with their own intelligence… but that’s not even why they were so slow on the uptake.

None of the Sibunas even hear the word “Sinner” until they find that book in the secret room and read it while sitting on the stage. And the book does not explain at all what a Sinner actually is. It tells them that Ammut needs “the souls of five human sinners who embody the greatest flaws of mankind” and once she has five of them she can enter the human realm and cause lots of problems. Absolutely nowhere in the book does it ever say “Also, much like Robert, the soulless body of the Sinner is reawakened in service to the underworld.” The only other hint that could have possibly clued anyone in is “when your friends are not your friends”. But like, that clue was ages ago! Why would they even be thinking about that, when it had absolutely no bearing on their hunt for the secret room/answers up to that point? I cannot stress this enough, THEY HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO CLUE WHAT A SINNER IS! (I’m gonna repeat this sentence about 400 times in case you don’t get it now lol) Mind you, that atp in the timeline, this is approximately fifteen or so minutes before Denby captures Patricia.

But let’s rewind all the way back to when Team Evil devises a plan to kidnap Eddie. He’s in the crypt, right? It’s pretty evident to him that it was probably Denby, Victor, and/or Robert who trapped him here, but he’s got no real clue as to why. Of course, we all know that they’re planning on turning him into a Sinner, because we saw Victor get turned. But as far as Sibuna knows, Victor has never really been on their side, so all they think is that he’s being meaner than usual but of course he’s opposing them. That’s not strange.

Okay, so Eddie is stuck and distressed, but he’s not as panicked as he needs to be because nowhere in his mind does he think this could potentially end in what is essentially his death. Now, throw in the horrifying vision he has of Patricia getting dragged into a glowing sarcophagus. He still doesn’t know what a Sinner is, but he knows that whatever he just saw was really bad; it’s an incentive from the Osirian spirit (or the house, or the gods, or literally whatever) to actually try to get the hell out of there.

So we’re all sitting here watching going “Oh my god they’re gonna nab Patricia and make her evil! 😰” because we have context; Eddie has absolutely none. It’s also really important for later on that his vision ends when the sarcophagus door shuts. It’s framed as incredibly final, and for all Eddie knows, they’ve just stuffed Patricia in what he knows is a tiny cramped space and locked the door behind her. He thinks that at best they are going to kidnap her or, at worst, straight up kill her. Nothing in that vision indicates she’s walking out of there at all.

When Patricia ran off after the fake messages, Eddie is concerned for a lot of different reasons, but the two primary ones are the obvious “oh my god my girlfriend thinks I cheated on her what do I do???” and the other is “if she’s run off on her own, the adults could fulfill my vision!” But then she turns back up, which should be clear to us by now means that he thinks she’s safe. He’s waiting for her (for any of them) to disappear. But when none of them do, they think it’s fine. It’s not that Eddie doesn’t think Patricia is in danger of becoming a Sinner, he just doesn’t realize what that would actually look like.

Even when they’re all in the hallway morbidly joking about having to give up sinning, the language KT uses is telling of what they think being a Sinner means: “We don’t want to accidentally help out Team Evil [by sinning].” Of course, this statement works with the knowledge the audience has of everything, but if Sibuna actually knew what they were dealing with, KT would have said something more like “We don’t want to get captured/turned by Team Evil.” The jokes they’re making are still morbid, but because they think you just get put in the sarcophagus and that’s the end of it.

Let’s flash forward again to the phonograph getting smashed and Eddie’s second vision that prompts the witch hunt panic in the first place. The vision can be separated into three parts: 1) Eddie sees a hooded figure smash the phonograph (okay Sibuna already knows someone did it on purpose, not too crazy); 2) Robert approaches him creepily and has the mic-drop moment of “it was one of your little friends; you have a viper in your nest” (seriously what a raw line of dialogue… but also now Eddie is being told that there is a traitor. Pretty cut and dry); 3) he turns around and sees every other member of Sibuna mockingly throw up the Sibuna sign (uh oh!)

So here is where people (including me!) always got a little annoyed with Eddie for not doing the math. But upon several rewatches and actually listening to what everyone was saying, never once do any of the kids ever bring up the word “Sinner” during the entirety of this whodunnit arc. And that’s simply because it’s not even a thought that crosses their minds. The language they use is very telling: “traitor” and “betrayal” being the heavy hitters. If any of them actually had context for what was actually going on, the language they would be using would be more like “victim” or literally just “Sinner” as a noun. But they don’t, which is why they’re so hostile toward one another… and why KT was screwed from the moment Eddie had that vision.

Because the fact that they don’t know that a Sinner is an evil version of themselves (not just someone whose soul is being used as a power generator), means that on a subconscious level Fabian, Alfie, and even Eddie already assumed KT was guilty. And Sinner!Patricia knew that, and that’s why she was so easily able to pivot and pin it on her. KT was directly linked to Frobisher, and Fabian and Alfie had already been suspicious of her at the start of the season for other reasons. It’s why Fabian let Patricia help him with the finger printing in the first place: because he doesn’t believe it’s her. And Eddie would have no real reason to suspect Patricia for three reasons: 1) Because he’s in love with her; 2) Because he knows just how long Patricia (and Fabian, and Alfie) have been loyal to Sibuna and to each other; 3) Because he, like everyone else, was looking at this betrayal as a willing capitulation to the Team Evil.

The first time Sibuna becomes aware that a Sinner is an entity that they have to actually watch out for walking about (as opposed to just having to watch out becoming), is after KT and Harriet manage to escape Patricia in the Gatehouse. Harriet clearly knows what a Sinner is bc she has the presence of mind to actually explain (vaguely, of course, because she’s drugged to kingdom come) to KT what she’d just narrowly escaped.

And then when she confronts Sibuna and Patricia in the hallway after Miss Crocodile Tears is telling tales about KT trying to kidnap her, KT drops the bomb on the boys: “She was trying to make me a Sinner just like her!” Pause. Record scratch. Okay. Now everything they thought they knew about the situation is completely recontextualized as something much more sinister than what they initially thought. Because I’d always struggled with how cruel they were being to KT, especially if they thought it wasn’t her fault. But everything up until this point deeply suggests or rather expects us to understand that Sibuna only had two pieces of an 100 piece puzzle, and that them being mean to KT was because they thought she actually betrayed them.

With all of this in mind, Eddie is not stupid for not figuring it out right away. In fact, without knowing what a Sinner actually is, it would be an insane leap to assume Patricia had anything to do with the phonograph.

I’ve basically talked myself and all of you in several circles, but the bottom line is the show didn’t do a fabulous job of telling us that Sibuna had no clue what they were up against. It’s easy for us to sit back and go “what the hell is wrong with them are they stupid?” because we have all the knowledge of what’s going on eons before they do. This is a far more charitable read of the characters’ choices and thought process, and the only way any of their actions make any sense. In fact, this is less of a theory and more of what is… literally canon, I guess

[fionajames]

From the one word prompt list: hiraeth

dreams of home

A/N: Hi, guys! I'm so so sorry I haven't been posting, like, at all, but y'all should have seen my schedule the past month, on addition to the fact I'm obsessed with Teen Wolf right now. shadowdragon, I'd just like to say, thank you so much for this request, I apologise for taking so long, and also apologise for the brutal feels ahead. I hope you enjoy, and as always please send requests guys! Oh, and also, please leave comments, I love them.

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It had been seventy-two standard rotations since Order 66.

It had been seventy-two standard rotations since the fall of the Republic.

It had been seventy-two standard rotations since the rise of the Empire.

It had been seventy-two standard rotations since the massacre of the Jedi.

And, it had been seventy-two standard rotations since Obi-Wan’s family died.

He stared out at the lifeless sands of Tatooine, as he often did. Each breath he took was heavy and rasping against the abrasive, sandpaper-like feeling of the inside of his throat. Every sip of water did nothing to quench his thirst and pain.

Instead of the empty desert he saw the rolling rivers of lava, the tears falling from burning orange eyes, the sight of fire eating away at flesh. The scent of burning skin and hot, thick air choked him as he sat, suffocating him in the last memory of his brother. The words that his brother had wailed, driving a knife through him and twisting over and over and over, sinking deep into his blood like acid.

Obi-Wan placed his hands in the sand in front of him, splaying out his fingers and feeling the grains fill the gaps between his appendages. He attempted feebly to ground himself in the tan earth, but all he could hear was Anakin’s final screams. The hot air of Tatooine taunted him as a reminder of Mustafar.

Thoughts of Anakin always led to thoughts of Ahsoka. Oh, Ahsoka. So young, somewhere far away near Mandalore, lifeless. The absence of knowledge of what happened to the Togruta led to endless, haunting scenarios of her death. 

Most of the time she was on the ship, just leaving Mandalore, and Rex had appeared behind her, pistols aimed at her head. She’d had one moment to turn and see his face, mumbling a weak; “Rex…?”, before the Clone emotionlessly blasted her in the head, leaving nothing but the mutilated corpse of a teenager behind.

Obi-Wan had had plenty of time to meditate - not with the Force, no, he’d pushed that away - and yet he could never convince himself of one, inevitable truth. It’s all my fault.

He thought of Qui-Gon, and how if only Obi-Wan had been trapped behind the rayshield all those years ago, maybe the Jedi would still be alive. If only he’d been impaled by Maul, then maybe Qui-Gon training Anakin would have steered the brunet away from the call of the dark side. He’d never quite forgiven himself for watching the light fade from his Master’s eyes, and this only made it worse.

He couldn’t even find it in him to feel betrayed by Anakin. Instead, he felt as though he’d betrayed him. After all, it was his fault. His training had failed Anakin. He’d failed Anakin. No amount of meditation would ever change that. 

Nor could he blame Anakin. Instead he blamed himself. He thought of Ahsoka’s crippled, cold, dead body. His fault. He thought of the Younglings in the Temple, some not even old enough to walk. His fault. He thought of Aayla Secura, of Kit Fisto, of Ki-Adi Mundi. His fault. His fault. His fault.

Thousands of Jedi, dead, because he couldn’t teach one small boy what thousands of others lived by. 

Yes, everything was his fault. 

He longed for the days, early on in the war, when the three of them were on Coruscant. His family, safe, unscathed, happy. He thought of Ahsoka in the Room of a Thousand Fountains, her hands in the water as she watched the fish swim against her fingers, the way she’d giggled and laughed. He thought of Anakin, leaning against a tree trunk, finally content during their break from all the fighting, breathing so deeply Obi-Wan wondered momentarily if he was asleep.

He thought of all the other Jedi - many he’d never even met before - happily living their lives before the war. He thought of Younglings, huddling together in big groups to talk and running around corners, tumbling over their own feet before bouncing back up. He thought of Padawans hosting huge games of hide and seek, and tag in the Temple’s many rooms. He thought of young Knights, training together and helping each other through forms. He thought of Masters, discussing their Padawans’ journeys and looking after them. 

He thought of home.

Oh, did he miss it.

He longed for the days when Anakin was young where they’d play holochess and discuss tactics, or when they’d explore different planets. He remembered one time when Anakin had found a plant he considered the most beautiful thing ever, and insisted on taking it back with them to the Temple. He remembered even at the end of the war, spotting the blossoming, colourful flowers in the Knight’s room.

Obi-Wan wished he could have met Ahsoka before the war, when life was easier, happier, better. He had similar times with Ahsoka, though a lot fewer. He thought of times where he’d found Ahsoka reading, and spent afternoons listening to her thoughts on the literature. He remembered how happy she was when learning, when training.

Obi-Wan felt a lot of hiraeth for his home that once was. He knew now that he could never return to that home, and all he could do was hope that one day, he’d find a new home. 

He glanced to the side, spotting the little curved top of Owen and Beru’s farm, where little Luke Skywalker was somewhere inside. He smiled softly, anchoring himself against the tidal wave of memories to the thought of his brother’s child. 

He’d do his best to ensure that Luke got his home, some place where he belonged. Obi-Wan wished he could show Luke the Temple, alive and warm with Jedi. But the Jedi were gone, and this was the new life for Force sensitive children - hidden, frightened, cursed.

He thought of Anakin and Ahsoka, side by side, laughing. 

Yes, that was how he’d remember his family - the family he longed for, the family he harboured such deep, raw, hiraeth for. One day, he’d join them in another life. For now, he would make sure Luke found his home, his hiraeth.

A/N: So, yeah, I apologise, for that, but also, don't regret it. I hope you enjoyed though, and please send requests + leave comments!!! I love you all <3, stay safe.

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[catholic-character-tournament]

Round 3 - Catholic Character Tournament

Propaganda below ⬇️

Michael

Literally the whole movie series is framed around the sacraments. Weddings and first communions and baptisms.

I just thought of the Godfather bc of the tumblr ask about people who are devout in some ways but uhh not very holy in other ways, and nobody is a better example of that than Michael in the montage toward the end of the Godfather. I saw the film for the first time last year, and that sequence just floored me. Will not spoil it in case you haven't seen the film but ohhh my goodness

Ronan Lynch

Uhh fun fact he saw the devil flash his father once, and that's one of the reasons he goes to church on Sundays <3

context for this scene from book 2: ronan is in church with his older brother declan, younger brother matthew, and ghost friend noah "Joseph Kavinsky isn’t someone I want you being around,” Declan added. “Don’t snort. I’m serious.” Ronan merely invested a look with as much contempt as he could muster. A lady reached over the top of Noah to pat Matthew’s head fondly before continuing down the aisle. She didn’t seem to care that he was fifteen, which was all right, because he didn’t, either. Both Ronan and Declan observed this interaction with the pleased expressions of parents watching their prodigy at work. Declan repeated, “Like, actually dangerous.” Sometimes, Declan seemed to think that being a year older gave him special knowledge of the seedier side of Henrietta. What he meant was, did Ronan know that Kavinsky was a cokehead. In his ear, Noah whispered, “Is crack the same thing as speed?” Ronan didn’t answer. He didn’t think it was a very church-appropriate conversation. “I know you think you’re a punk,” Declan said. “But you aren’t nearly as bad ass as you think you are.” “Oh, go to hell,” Ronan snapped, just as the altar boys broached the rear doors. “Guys,” Matthew pleaded. “Be holy.”

Gay Catholic streetracing farmer. Consumed by catholic guilt NOT because of the gay thing but because he can Create things in a way he thinks should be only God's business. Will literally roll up to mass on sunday morning still drunk and bloody.

THIS GOTH KID IS LITERALLY GOD. This is a god trapped in the body of a Catholic teen and if he ever stopped feeling Catholic guilt he’d end the world!!. How is your confession every week that you creating a whole new being? Babygirl the God is coming from inside the house

eldritch entity from beyond the mortal plane wants to be a Real Human Boy, becomes a real (ish!) human (ish!) boy, goes to mass every sunday

Gay boy got his crush an apartment above his church so he could have his two favorite things in one place

gay. I'm not caught up the the series but I went through the tag when the latest book came out and I remember seeing a quote that said he worried if his boyfriend would make it to heaven when he dies because of his agnostic tendencies.

Kid is like a dream warlock who creates psychic horrors and never goes to confession because why would he? and he’s gay

There are no words

basically ronan's powers are inherited from his dead father niall and it means he can bring anything from a dream into real life. so he's got this whole crisis about whether he is a living piece of blasphemy because men are not meant to have the powers of gods or whether he literally is god. which is not acceptable to him for a number of reasons but mostly because he hates himself. his love interest's name is adam and adam lives in a small apartment above a church which the book says focuses the objects of his worship neatly into one building. I love them both dearly. also, this entire page makes me feel like I'm going insane. Ronan Lynch believed in heaven and hell. Once, he’d seen the devil. It had been a low, late morning at the Barns when the sun had burned off the mist and then burned off the chill and then burned the edges off the ground until everything shimmered with heat. It never got hot in those protected fields, but that morning, the air sweated with it. Ronan had never seen cattle pant before. All of the cows heaved and stuck their tongues out as they frothed with the heat. His mother sent Ronan to put them in the shade of the cattle barn. Ronan had gone to the searing metal gate, and as he did, he’d glimpsed his father, already in the barn. Four yards away from him had stood a red man. He was not truly red, but the burned orange of a fire ant. And he was not truly a man, because of the horns and the hooves. Ronan remembered the alienness of the creature, how real it had been. Every costume in the world had gotten it wrong; every drawing in every comic book. They’d all forgotten that the devil was an animal. Looking at the red man, Ronan had been struck by the intricacy of the body, how many miraculous pieces moved smoothly in harmony, no different than his own. Niall Lynch had had a gun in hand — the Lynches had an enormous number of guns of all sizes — and just as Ronan had opened the gate, his father had shot the thing about thirteen times in the head. With a shake of its horns, the unharmed devil had presented its genitalia to Niall Lynch before bounding off. It was an image that had yet to leave Ronan. And so Ronan became a reverse evangelist. The truth burst and grew inside him, and it was laid upon him to share it with no one. No one was meant to see hell before they get there. No one should have to live with the devil. So many homilies on faith were ruined once you no longer required it for belief.

[mobirights]

MOBI DEAD GAY WIZARDS (not really but still) RANTTTT

I have major writers block, so for anyone who cares, I'm gonna talk (rant) about the Descendants movies/books while I write a chapter for my Descendants AU jegulus fanfic (the children are innocent linked here).

We DO NOT talk enough about how in the first Descendants book (don't talk to me about how canon or non-canon those books are, they ARE to ME, OKAY?) Ben and Mal had dreams about each other before the VK's got brought to Auradon??? like WHAAAAT. It adds SO MUCH to their relationship and those layers WILL be included in my fic. Like it makes so much sense???

Cause, like, even though we love Ben and Mal, we can all collectively agree that it was crazy how he just left Audrey, right? Like love potion, I know, I know. But my girl had every right to be upset because her boyfriend doesn't even break up with her, but just declares his love to the new girl who is a VILLAIN KID, through SONG, during a sports game where AUDREY was cheering for him??? And was low-key being weird (flirty, awe-struck?) with Mal from the second they met??? Like. Queen of Mean was so valid (and personally one of my fav songs).

BUTTTT if we think about it with the knowledge that he was DREAMING about Mal months prior, it makes so much sense. When he first met Mal when the vk's came to Auradon, that was the moment it clicked for him who he'd been dreaming about and he was down bad from there. I still think the whole love potion fiasco was unfair to Audrey, especially after Ben jumped in the enchanted lake and realized he was under a spell AND I refuse to believe that the scene at the end of Descendants 3 was the only conversation Ben and Mal had with Audrey about it. Like that apology wasn't even a real apology??? I head-canon that they had a much deeper conversation where they THOROUGHLY apologized to Audrey, her to them, and they ate strawberries and lived happily ever after friendship. But anyways.

It makes so much sense. Even though I hate what Ben did to Audrey, we also find out in the books that he had been questioning their relationship before he even met Mal or considered bringing the VK's to Auradon. He had been questioning EVERYTHING about his life in Auradon. (so James Potter coded of him honestly) Like we learn so much in the books and it's fucking crazy (I could make whole other post about THAT btw).

AHHHH. Like guys you don't understand, that children's book has me in a CHOKEHOLD because of... everything?? Like ugh.

But back to the dreams. That's so destiny, fate, soulmates coded of Ben and Mal. How did they dream about each other? THEY NEVER MET. We learn from Ben that he feels trapped in Auradon. Bro barely even leaves his castle??? Like at all??? (The United States of Auradon is an insane place when you think about it after reading the book) SOULMATES. IT'S THE ONLY EXPLANATION. He couldn't stop thinking about her after the dream. And at the end of the book, surprise surprise, he gets his idea to bring the VK's to Auradon after thinking about her. Like, of course he's doing it out of the goodness of his heart and because he wants change in Auradon, BUTTT.

It's also because of Mal.

He was thinking about her before he had the idea, thinking about how she is a poor unfortunate child trapped on the Isle. LIKE the way he stared out at the Isle before he made his proclamation (very much included and expanded upon in my fic) is so yearning, longing, 'I need you now, but I don't know you yet' core like- GUYS. you don't UNDERSTAND. They're everything to me. Soulmates, I tell you, SOULMATES.

The Descendants series has been all I can think about since starting this fic. Primary school me is having the time of his life because he too was obsessed with it. He didn't understand the NUANCES back then, though. I do. And I'm gonna share with it with the masses.

Everyone read the Isle of the Lost books by Melissa de la Cruz because so far it's so good! I'm only on the first one, but I love it. The writing style is amazing and also hilarious, and one thing you guys should know about me is that writing style means EVERYTHING to me. It's unfortunate because I've missed out on really good fanfics and normal novels because I just couldn't stand the writing style. But alas.

Expect more rants because talking about it inspires me to write and, as we've already established, I like to talk A LOT.

[tomionefinds]

HI! I wanted to ask if you have any recommendations on fics where Tom's darkness is described. I would like to read about a realistic Tom, his evil plans, his tortures and killings, his perverse thoughts. I would like to read about his relationship with his knights, his studies of dark magic, his quest for power. In short, I would like to read about all the terrible things he does to fracture his soul.

thank u very muchhhh

Hey Anon:

This is such a peculiar ask, that I don't think we're going to find anything that's going to exactly fit this need. But what the hell, here are some that might. (There are some decent AUs out there, where they don't touch necessarily on the Hogwarts side, and one of them is Wolfer by peppershark)

You might also want to check out the works list of Devdevlin, Nerysdax, and Ciule, just off the top of my head. - Haus

atelophobia by natasharomanhoffs

M | WIP | 164k

Sure enough, not five seconds later, the door cracked open, and a tall boy with green lining on his robes strode into the Hospital Wing. Hermione absent-mindedly noticed his attractive face, but she was more focussed on his uniform. Lord, that looks stuffy, was her first thought. At least he knows how to tie a proper Windsor knot, was her second. Hermione wakes up in 1943 alone, annoyed, and uninformed. And why the hell was life so determined to pit her against Tom bloody Riddle, anyway?

Birds of a Feather by babylonsheep

M | WIP | 530k

In 1935, Hermione Granger meets a boy in an orphanage who despises fairy stories, liars, and mediocrity. He offers her a deal of mutual convenience, and soon a tentative friendship forms between them—if Tom would ever lower himself to call anyone a "friend". But whatever they have, it's something special, and if there's anyone who can appreciate Specialness, it's Tom Riddle. 1930's-40's Childhood Friends AU.

Somewhere in Time by SerpentinRed

M | Complete | 342k

Sent back in time by a mysterious person and trapped in the past with a missing Dumbledore and an overbearing, charismatic Dark Lord, they had no idea how much they could dabble with time before the world they had known shattered into pieces.

Limerence by devdevlin

M | Complete | 17k

It does not surprise him at all to know that Hermione Granger has come to think herself half in love with him. But it is not to last, and it is that night, on the night of the school's annual Hallowe'en dinner, that he knows that Hermione Granger's opinion of him is about to rapidly shift. And how could it not? Because at his feet, there is a dead body and she... She has seen it.

A Summer Storm, Ephemeral by alpha_exodus

M | One Shot | 6k

In the middle of summer 1943, Tom meets a girl.

Choosing Grey by betagyre

M | Complete | 124k

Hermione has always been a warrior for the Light. But when an attempt to salvage more than a Pyrrhic victory lands her in 1944, she quickly realizes that sometimes it is best to allow a lesser evil to flourish, because defeating it only creates the conditions for a greater one to rise. With conspiracies, schemes, and difficult choices in every corner, and a charismatic young Tom Riddle who is increasingly interested in her, she will eventually have to answer the question: How much darkness and grey in him can she accept?

The Prisoner by Nerysdax

E | Complete | 180k

Imprisoned, Lord Voldemort is considered a threat of the past. His knowledge is desired by many. Yet, his offer is for one person only: Hermione Weasley-Granger.