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Till THE DEAD do us part |Chapter 12

A/N: This story will take place in all the seasons, but it’s not exactly a rewriting cause I’d have to re-watch everything to use the exactly lines of the characters, also I think it’s better if I tell a side story without changing the main facts of the story.

This story has a Female Reader, but I don’t describe her appearance, so anyone can identify with her.

Chapter 11 Chapter 13

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Chapter 12: You already have me

Summary: Daryl couldn’t just resist Y/N only in one of his shirts waiting for him to sleep.

Warnings: pwp, smut, p in v, protected sex, oral (female and male), praise kink, use of the word f*ck 3x, soft cute dirty talk, pet names, untold feelings. Minors do not interact.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Grimes!Reader (Rick’s Sister)

Word Count: 1,906

Extra notes: I proofread the text, but English is not my first language, so feel free to correct any mistakes, of course with love. This Chapter is purely smut, no plot, really. Next chapter we go back to the series plot.

After another long day of work in the farm, you were back to yours and Daryl’s tent, you still smiled when you thought about, it was kind of nice to share something with a person, specially someone that meant something to you. The last days had been hectic, with a lot of discussion about what to do with Randall, the kid they brought from the city.

You took off your daily clothes and changed for one of Daryl’s shirts, they were big and comfortable, perfect to sleep. When you finished changing he entered the tent and drank you in, he had already lent you his flannels, but having you in just one of his shirts and probably your underwear, was really a sight.

“Are ya trying to seduce me?” He said zipping the door without taking his eyes off you.

“I’m not, but is it working?” You walked in his direction and put your arms around his neck.

“Now, ya tell me.” He got a hold on your waist and brought your body to meet his, you could clearly feel his erection on your belly.

You looked at his face, he hovered over you a little bit curved because of the tent height. “I think it was very useful to seduce you given your conditions…”

He had a smirk on his face when his lips touched yours, devouring them… He needed you so much, he had been wanting you for so long that it was overwhelming, also the stress of the last days had taken the best of him. It was as if he was sick and you were the cure.

“I need ya, I need to have ya.” He said forehead against forehead, his words burning like fire from your chest going straight to your core.

“You already have me, I’m yours.” You breath heavily, gasping for air. Both of you lowered to the ground laying over your sleeping bags, Daryl between your legs.

You kissed again, one arm supporting his weight and the other traveling from your thigh to your hips, to your belly and ending on your breasts. “No bra?” He broke the kiss to comment. 

“I thought it was prohibited using one in this tent.” You gave him your sweetest smile.

“Good girl…” his husky voice on your ear made things to your panties. “Ya learn fast…”

You whimpered just by listening his voice and his praise. “Do ya like when I praise ya?” He asked cupping your breast, his thumb passing on your hard nipple. You just nodded, unable to say anything. “I made ya a question pup, use yer words to answer me.” His mouth close to your ear and then he licks a long strand from your jaw to your neck.

“Yes… I like it.” You said, your hands running down his chest to the hem of his shirt trying to pull it up. “Take it off.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He took his shirt off immediately, his mouth going back to your neck and unbuttoning the shirt of his that you were wearing.

When he finished with the shirt he took a time to record the moment in his mind, you laying, wearing one of his shirts, your breasts showing with your hard nipples and your cute panties. In your needy state, you thought he was taking too long to go back to business. “Take a picture, it lasts longer” you said the one thing he used to always tell you when you kept staring for too long. And he would take a picture, if he had a damn camera and now he hated himself for not having one. 

He went back to your breasts now substituting his hands with his mouth sucking it and nibbling your nipples, eliciting the sweetest sounds from you. “That’s it baby, moan for me don’t keep your sweet little sounds from me.” His warm breath on your skin sending chills all over your body.

His mouth descending to your belly, going down to the place you needed him the most. His fingers pulled your underwear from your heat, you wriggled your hips and legs to help him taking it off faster. “Why the rush, pup?” He said giving you light little kisses between your thighs, you whined.

“Stop teasing… just do it, Daryl.” You cried tortured by the special treatment you were receiving from him.

“Nah… this is most of the fun.” He said too close to your core, his warm breath hitting your center and making you squirm in expectation.

He gave you one delicious kiss on your clit making you moan immediately and buck your hips. Your thighs closing instinctively trapping him between them. He gave a long lick on your folds feasting on your juices, your hand descended to hold his hair pressing his face against your pussy, his nose pressing your clit while his tongue worked heavens on your cunt making you whimper, squirm and moan. “Dee… please… please…” you pleaded him, you didn’t even know what you were requesting from him… a release? To just fuck you already? More?

“Not until you cum all over my face, baby…” He sucked your clit, nibbled it and then changed his attention again to your core tongue going as deep as he could. 

Your hand never leaving his hair, hips trusting on his face, experiencing the delightful sensation of the pleasure building in your lower stomach. He couldn’t stop eating out your delicious pussy. Your moans mixing with the sound of him devouring your juices making it sounds so pornographic that Daryl could swear he was capable of cumin by just eating you. You arched your back, your grip on his hair got tighter and your other hand gripped the sleeping bag under you. Once again you were filled with that marvelous feeling exploding and spreading and making you shiver, shake and whine while Daryl was still with his face buried in you and helping you go through your orgasm.

“Fuck… I was dyin’ to do it since last time I tasted ya.” He said coming back between your legs and kissing your lips, hungry, thirsty, almost feral. 

You could taste yourself in his mouth all together with his usual delicious taste and also tobacco that you weren’t really a fan, but tasted surprisingly well in his mouth. Your hands were on his back, but soon you took them to his stomach going to his waistband and unbuckling his belt, and oh you were happy he didn’t stop you this time. You opened his pants and put your hand inside on top of his bulge, palming it. It was rocking hard, he let out a groan before breaking the kiss. Your hands going to the waistband of his boxer pulling it down just enough to let his cock spring free.

You couldn’t contain your surprised face when you saw it, big and thick hitting his stomach once it was set free. You always thought dicks were such an ugly body part, but looking at Daryl’s you could affirm his was rather beautiful, even the hair he got that came from his belly and went down there. You pushed his trousers and box down the maximum that your arms allowed you, you just wanted him naked as soon as possible with his dick inside you. “‘Kay baby, I got it, gonna take them off.” He distanced himself just enough to get rid of his remaining pieces of clothing going back to you.

You sat and looked down at his throbbing dick, you couldn’t just resist. “C-can I touch it?” You asked and he just took your hand in his, and guided to his cock.

“Ya don’t need to ask, just touch it. It’s yers.” He hissed once your hand was around it, caressing, rubbing… going up and touching the head. 

“Can I taste it, just a little bit?” You asked doe eyes looking at him, how could he say no to such a pretty thing like you, when you asked so nicely. He loved how you were so submissive in a moment like this, as outside the sheets you didn’t take any shit from him or anyone.

“Just a little bit, pup. I don’t wanna cum in yer mouth, not today.” He caressed your cheek and let you take your time. 

You tried giving small licks on its head feeling the salty taste of precum, he got a hold on your hair just to stable himself, because the wave of pleasure that was sent through his body shook him. You gave a long lick along his shaft eliciting groans and grunts from him, and when you got to the head again you put it inside your mouth sucking and humming on it, eyes on his face and he was making the most pretty faces for you. He let out a moan and he couldn’t continue like this anymore, if your mouth continued any little longer on him, he would lose it, fuck your mouth and forget all the things he wanna do to you.

He pulled you from his dick pulling your hair and taking a look at your blushed face, swollen lips and bit of spit going from your mouth to your chin. “It’s enough baby, now I need to feel ya around me.” He said curving to give you a quick kiss. He took a condom and handed it to you. “Wanna make the honors?”

You took the pack and ripped it open taking the rubber to place it on Daryl’s cock. Thanks anyone up there, you had learned how to do it on sex education. Because before, you were never offered the chance of doing it.

When you finished, Daryl’s hand went to your nape tangling his fingers in your hair and bringing your face close to his for a kiss. He made you lay down again and in between your heated kiss he started to rub his length up and down between your folds spreading your juices all over his shaft. You moaned between your lips, hips trusting into him while he tortured you with his teasing and didn’t do what you wanted him to do so much. “Eager, are we?” He asked, breaking the kiss and looking into you half closed half open eyes.

“Oh Daryl… please… just…” You pleaded him, begged unable to say the words of what you really wanted and overwhelmed by his cock fucking your folds. 

“Please wha’, baby?” He asked hands caressing your hair. 

“Please…” You cried, ‘make love to me’ you wanted to say, but even with all the possessiveness, all the protection and all the unsaid words both of you had in your eyes, you couldn’t dare to ask it of him, because you didn’t know what he really felt, you didn’t even know exactly what you felt and you were so afraid of losing him and everything that you got. “Please, fuck me.”

“Didn’t know ya were such a dirty girl…” He said still moving outside your pussy.

“I am, ‘cause of you.” You barely managed to say. God, if he continued like this you’d come again just by the brush of his dick outside of you. “Dee… if you don’t go inside me any soon… I’m gonna cum again just like…”. You didn’t get to finish your sentence as the amazing electric wave of pleasure rushed all over your body, making you whimper and shiver out of pleasure.

“Ma dirty girl” He said caressing your hair and your face, peppering small kisses here and there. “Say ya’re ma dirty girl.” He rubbed the tip os his cock on your entrance, making you feel dumb because the words couldn’t come out of your mouth. “Hm… just tell me.”

“I’m… your dirty girl, Daryl…” you said breathlessly thinking you’d probably die from anticipation. “Now, please, gimme your cock.” 

“Don’t need to ask twice.” He said, ‘very funy’ you thought ‘just as if you didn’t make me beg you some seconds ago’.

He knew there was some time you didn’t have anyone inside of you, you were well lub, but he knew he should start things slow. He started pushing himself inside you and oh god the sensation of him stretching you was too much, you felt like he couldn’t go any further, but you needed him deeper. You felt already so full, but still it seemed like it wasn’t enough. “Fuck, ya’re so tight. I can barely move.” He hissed. “Are ya ok?”

“Yeah… uhg… just go until you’re full inside me” you answered arms around his torso, your fingers brushing lightly his back.

He moved a little bit more inside you and you couldn’t help moaning while he groaned the restraining feeling on his dick almost pulling him on the edge. “We’re almost there, pup.” Once he said it, bottomed out. “Tell me when I can move.”

“Okay”, you said, one hand caressing his hair, the other holding on his shoulder drawing little circles on it. Once adjusted to him, you gave him permission to move. “We can keep going.”

He pulled almost everything out, just to go fully deep again. He was slow but it didn’t mean he was being soft, he was a delicious mixture of rough and soft that you needed to know how to appreciate. “How d’ya like it, baby?” He asked face hidden on your neck, lips almost brushing your ears. “Wanna it slow and sweet or rough  and fast?” He moved inside you in a torturing pace  and you just wanted him to do his magic and send you to wonderland again.

“Whatever you like Dee… whatever you wanna do is what I want.” God, you just wanted to be fucked it didn’t matter how.

“Pup, if I did everything I wanted with ya, you’d probably not walk by tomorrow.” He pounded into you pulling out slowly and bottoming out in one quick movement, eliciting a whine from you. “If it’s too much, tell me.”

“Okay, I’ll tell you.” You said looking deep into his blue eyes that were like an ocean where you’d not mind to dive deep in.

He kissed you once again passionately while his hips trusted into you pursuing the best pace, the right one, hitting further into you just in that place that would make you see stars. You put your legs around his waist feet resting on his butt, you just wanted him to go deeper which was impossible since you were already almost fused as one person, that was how close you were. “Daryl… more, I need more…” you begged him as he hit that exactly spot inside you that sent you to the moon and back. “Fuck… yes… right there”. He continued lips on your neck sucking it and nibbling it, you were perfect, he had never experienced something so good before, not that he was sober enough to enjoy it properly any of those times. But in that moment, he was aware of everything, you, your surroundings, all the sensations, his untold feelings. 

He hit that same spot again, and again, and again. It was becoming too much, you bit your lips trying to restrain not your moans, but the scream that was begging to be released from your lungs, you could be wrong, but you were pretty sure the others would listen if you screamed. You felt pathetic being so worked up, you were not even going kinky, but it had been so long and nobody had ever made you feel good like Daryl did, all the feelings were maximized. “Moan for me baby… I wanna listen to ya.” He said, breathing heavily his voice even more deep and hoarse.

“It’s… too much. I… I wanna… scream…” You tried saying between his trusts and jolts of the overwhelming pleasure being shot throughout your body. He caught your hands intertwining your fingers, putting your arms up your head, looking at your eyes, watching how your face contorted in pleasure. God, he loved it… he loved… he felt like he wanted to fuck you every single day of his life and he wouldn’t get bored, he’d be happy, all his problems would be solved. He was lost in you and scared, and he couldn’t stop himself from coming for more, wanting more. 

“Ya can scream, scream ma name, moan it, do whatever ya feel like to…” he was almost there, he could feel it, and didn’t want to go without you, or before you. He took one of his hand between you, while the other continued to hold your hand, and touched your clit, circling it, pressing it… you were close now too, he could feel you clenching around him bringing him closer to his realese. He hit that delicious spot just one more time and sent you to the edge a scream of his name, as he reached his too biting your shoulder as he did so, trusting a few more times till both of you had gone through it.

He pressed his body against yours, not pulling out just yet. He observed your face, your breathing, your hands still holding, your eyes looking all over his face. If you weren’t sure before, now you were… you were definitely screwed. You had it bad for the archer. “ya good?” He asked, his other hand taking some hair from your face.

You nodded unable to say anything, holding his hand tightly, bringing it from above your head and resting it between your chests. “You good?” You asked him back. He took your hands and kissed the back of yours, then your forehead, the tip of your nose and a quick peck on your lips. “Ya’re perfect. ya did it so good. ya took it so well… I’m proud of ya.” His words sending that tingling sensation down to your core.

“Damn, you can’t talk so nice to me like that, or you’re going to have me all worked up again.” You confessed embarrassed trying to hide your face. 

“That’s the whole point of it.” He said playfully, something you didn’t always get from him.

Very reluctantly he pulled out from you and got rid of the used condom. You were buttoning up the shirt again when he came back to you and stopped you. “Let me see ya shoulder, I guess I bit ya too harsh.” You stopped and let him take a look, it was red, he could see the mark of his teeth clearly there. It was probably going to become purple too. “ ‘m sorry.”

“I didn’t mind at the moment. I don’t mind now. It felt good.” You said while he gave a chaste kiss right at the spot he had bit.

You finished buttoning the shirt while he wore sweatpants and took a clean rag to clean you from your own juices. After it, you laid on the sleeping bags and you motioned for him to lay on your chest and he did.

Now he was starting to get used to it, being taken care of, being ‘laying on your chest’ intimate with you… and he couldn’t just stop accepting everything you were so willing giving to him.

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Of Care and Control

Fifty one days, or the de-stressing of Aesop Sharp - A nasty slander pushes the already stressed professor to lose his temper. Fortunately, his sweetheart is close by.

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Of Care and Control (5.6k words)

tw: explicit, vaginal sex, rough sex, blowjob, slight angst, teacher-student relationship (reader is adult), mostly aesop's pov, aesop sharp needs a hug and a good f*ck apparently, porn with a bit of plot

Aesop didn’t think his expectations were unreasonable. He was teaching a difficult subject, one in which a single mistake could turn fatal. And as much as the students often wracked his last nerve, he didn't want any of them to actually die, especially not in his classroom. Matilda would be most displeased with him… So he pushed hard, trying to get into their heads the importance of studying and preparing for his class. He didn't care if none of them ever brewed a single potion again after they were finished with Hogwarts, however, while they were in his classroom, he required their absolute focus. No, he didn't think his expectations were unreasonable at all. And yet, many seemed to disagree.

And, as he was making his rounds around the students' cauldrons, he unfortunately heard one of them disagreeing in a rather foul manner.

“Maybe if I spent as much time in his office as (L/N) does, I’d get an Outstanding as well…”

It was like a kick to the stomach.

“Maybe if you spent half as much time studying and honing your skills as Miss (L/N) does, instead of chatting and sending notes to your friends during class, you would get better than a Dreadful!” Aesop snapped back immediately, his voice loud and eyes dark and stormy.

The fifth year Ravenclaw, Wilhelmina Adler, closed her mouth and stared at him fearfully. Her pale cheeks were getting red: "S-sir! I'm-... I'm sorry, I-I didn't mean anythi-" "Save it,” he said coldly, not letting her finish her sentence. “Finish your potion, clean up your mess, and leave. I'm choosing to believe what you just said was only proof of your stupidity and ignorance, rather than actual malice, but I don't want you to speak in my classes anymore. I hope we understand each other." 

And with that, Aesop turned around and stomped back to his desk. He sat into his chair heavily, still reeling with anger and frustration. He started reading through his curriculum for the rest of the week's classes to calm down, not even bothering to start grading the fourth years' essays, as he'd probably snap his quill in half. 

When the class came to a close, he accepted each students’ bottled potion. Adler's hand was shaking when she deposited her very poorly brewed Draught of Peace. Sophoria Franklin's potion was the best, that much he could tell by giving it a single look, and though he was still very tense, he forced his face into the tiniest little smile as he congratulated the young lady on her work.

After his classroom became student-free, he uncorked the potion and gave it a whiff. It did seem to be close to perfect, and it was in fact the only one of the potions the students brewed he would actually drink. And was he feeling like drinking it right now…

Now, Miss Adler probably wasn't cruel, but she was idiotic to no end, and something about what she said made a nasty feeling flutter about the potions master's stomach. 

Yes, his young lover did get excellent marks in his class, but they were always deserved. It was obvious to everyone who ever saw her working that she excels in the subject. She had a keen mind, and her technique was flawless. How could it not be - she brewed almost as often as Aesop himself, he's been in her Room of Requirement and saw her potion stations. He didn't play favourites with her, he never needed to. Every mark, every praise and compliment he ever gave the young woman was well deserved and he would've given them to anyone who'd do such a good job.

But then… What if more people began thinking along the same lines as Miss Adler? What if all of (F/N)'s work and effort got somehow perversely transformed into a conviction that their relationship is perhaps transactional? That his sweetheart slept with him to get a good grade.

Aesop grabbed Adler's potion roughly and threw it on the ground. The vial shattered and the brown gooey substance inside spilled onto the floor. 

Idiot girl. 

If he was being honest with himself, it wasn't the implication that angered him the most, as he knew that to be untrue. (F/N) loved him. He loved her. And in just fifty one days, they'll no longer be a student and her professor. 

What angered him, and more importantly, what terrified him was the potential rumour itself. He often worried he was hurting his lover by keeping her for himself, when she could do so much better, but she kept proving to him, again and again, that this worry was silly - the happiness he often saw in her eyes when they were together… If he could make her this happy, maybe he wasn't so bad for her after all. But now… now he was terrified that he'd end up hurting her by ruining her reputation. 

The logical part of him knew her friends would never believe such a rumour, nor would anyone who knew her at least a little bit, anyone who actually saw her in his class. But what if some other idiot student would? What if the words spread so much that some people would just accept them as the truth. Fifty one days was not a long time, but it was definitely enough to make a lot of damage in somebody's life. It was enough to hurt someone's feelings.

With a flick of his wand, Aesop cleaned up the mess. He took the fourth years' essays into his office, where the seventh years' little pop quiz waited to be graded as well. He needed to get out of his head, and perhaps burying himself in work would help. It was going to be a long afternoon and evening.

—

“Hey, you,” said the young woman herself, leaning against the door frame. Aesop barely lifted his head to greet her, all of his attention seemingly on the pop quiz answers he’s been grading. Except he hasn’t written anything for at least an hour now. “You missed dinner,” she spoke again, entering the office and closing the door behind herself. She used a locking, as well as a silencing charm her potions master taught her on the room.

“Wasn’t hungry,” Aesop grumbled with a sigh, and finally put down his completely dry quill. He lifted his gaze, but he still wasn’t looking at her. Not really looking.

“Sophoria Franklin told me what happened today. What Adler said, that is,” the eighteen year old came closer, studying the professor carefully. “Please tell me that’s not what’s gotten you into this mood?” Aesop was quiet, finally looking at his young lover. Her gaze was filled with nothing but love and kindness. He sighed, closing his eyes. His elbows came to rest on his desk while his fingers began massaging his temples. 

“I just…” he started, his voice barely above a whisper, low and slightly hoarse, “it bothers me. Not because there’s any truth to it, by Merlin, no… But I-... I hate that someone could speak of you in such a vile manner. While a few people know about the true nature of our relationship, many only know that we meet often, that we’re close… I’m not stupid, we’re in a school, it’d be very unusual for there not to be gossip, but I hoped it wouldn’t get quite this… cruel. And especially to you. I don‘t want your name to be dragged through the mud because of me.”

The young woman released a sigh of her own, and Aesop suddenly realised she moved to stand behind him at some point. Her small, warm hands soon stroked his shoulders, while her fingers worked on untangling the knots that formed in his muscles after hours of nearly motionless sitting in his chair. 

“Such a clever man and such silly thoughts,” she said. It wasn’t the first time Sharp heard this sentence, and he was positive it wouldn’t be the last time either. The girl leaned over his shoulder so she could brush her lips against his cheekbone. “Nobody who knows either of us would ever believe such nonsense,” she spoke quietly, resting her head against his own then, her fingers still massaging the muscles in his shoulders and back. “Neither your friends nor mine would ever even entertain the thought. If anything, they’d be just as upset as you. They are, actually.”

The potions master made a soft inquiring sound. “Sophoria also told me that Amit screamed at Wilhelmina in the common room, when he found out what she said. Amit Thakkar, of all people!” The girl actually chuckled. “You and I know what we have together, what we feel for each other. And, as you said, a chosen few know as well. That's the reality and the truth. Why would you care what some brain-dead fifth year thinks?”

Sharp sighed once more. He rolled his shoulders slowly, pleased to find his muscles relaxed and free of any pain. The heavy dark clouds covering his mind slowly dissipated, revealing a brilliant star filled sky behind them. “You’re right,” he whispered, his eyes still closed, his head resting against (F/N)’s, “I suppose I got a little too… worked up. It’s been quite hectic lately, all the essays, exams and consultations, we barely have any time. I’ll admit I’m feeling a little stressed.”

The former Auror swore he could almost hear the girl’s grin as she took a step back from him. Aesop immediately missed her body’s warmth. Oh so slowly, she walked into his field of view, and moved to sit on the edge of his desk. Her legs crossed elegantly. “Why, that is exactly why I’m here, Professor Sharp,” she chirped sweetly, her foot bobbing up and down frivolously. The soft smooth skin of her shin and calf peeked at the potions master enticingly from under the long Ravenclaw robes, and Aesop’s hand immediately went to close around her slim ankle, seemingly on its own accord.

“Miss (L/N)...” he purred in a low voice, “you seem to have forgotten to put on your stockings today…” His large calloused hand slid over the exposed skin, pushing the robes out of the way slowly, teasingly. The young woman’s smile got even wider with every inch of skin he uncovered with his gentle ministrations. “Oh, sir,” she replied in kind, “I happen to have forgotten to put on everything else as well…” And with that, (F/N) opened her Ravenclaw robe and let it slide down her shoulders. It pooled around her hips where she was sitting on his desk, revealing her young delicate body to her lover’s hungry eyes. Her nipples immediately hardened in the cool air of the dungeon office. 

It wasn’t the only thing that hardened right away. While Aesop tried to stifle it, a quiet groan escaped from somewhere in the back of his throat. Both of his hands now gripped her legs, fingers digging into the flesh of her calves as he looked her up and down with hooded eyes. Sweet Merlin, she looked like a feast, and Aesop just realised that he was famished. 

However, before he could pull her legs apart and eat his fill, she slid from the edge of his desk to stand in front of him in all of her naked glory. “You with your layers…” She said with a dramatic sigh, her smaller hands coming to undo his cravat, which she then proceeded to toss somewhere over her left shoulder. She then placed her hands on her hips, standing tall in front of him, everything on display for Aesop and Aesop alone. Without another word, he slipped his overcoat and jacket off, hanging them on the backrest of his chair, before he spread his legs and brought his sweetheart even closer by her hips.

His heated, rough face made contact with the impossibly soft skin of her sternum, his hands now stroking her ribs, making her shiver slightly. He kissed every single inch of her he could reach, his mouth soon finding the curve of her breasts. Aesop dragged his teeth over the warm sensitive flesh until he reached a nipple. His tongue circled the aorela’s edge, before he kissed the little hard bead lovingly, sucking it into his mouth shortly. Her other breast received similar treatment. His arms chased her when she stepped back, desperately wanting to pull the young woman back to him.

There was a kittenish smile on her face, when he opened his eyes again. She’s dropped to her knees before him, crawling closer once more. He was already breathing hard, his mind absolutely clouded by lust. His trousers were way too tight, his undergarments getting a little damp, his chest was feeling too hot and he could feel sweat seeping into his undershirt. Her head dropped to his thigh as she watched him blindly and clumsily open up the buttons of his waistcoat and shirt, trying to rid himself of their cottony confines. His suspenders were pushed down carelessly before he pulled open his undershirt as well, making a few buttons scatter over the floor next to (F/N)’s legs. 

“My, my, a little impatient, aren’t we, love?” she cooed before she let one of her hands slide up his leg and push against his straining erection. Aesop let out a groan. It’s been more than a few days since they were last intimate together, and his yearning was only made worse by the stressful schedule he had now.

He knew she was longing for him as well, having covertly received her handwritten letter with her last essay. He had to admit, she was very talented when it came to writing erotic letters, if the way his body arched off the bed upon his climax a few days ago was any proof. He read and reread the words she wrote, trying to catch a whiff of the gentle smell of her perfume from the parchment, all the while tugging at himself desperately, imagining his hand to be hers, imagining doing the things she described in her letter.

However, now she was kneeling right in front of him, her face getting closer and closer to his crotch, and she was very much real. She nuzzled her face into the bulge at the front of his trousers, making him run a hand through his own hair, a few strands sticking to his face damply. “Oh, Merlin,” he groaned when he felt her tongue even through the two layers covering his poor throbbing cock. Thin fingers came to undo his breeches as well as his drawers, pulling both down until they were bunched around his knees.

He gasped and opened his eyes when the cool air hit the heated manhood and another drop of precome formed on the swollen tip. The little vixen knew exactly what she was doing, knew just how desperate she was making him. The young woman came even closer, her face now directly over the teacher’s erection while her hands went to his hips and upwards, sneaking expertly under his open undershirt and coming to stroke at his ribs, his chest, fingers tangling into the dark hair there.

Just when her fingers slid over his nipples did she lower her mouth onto him slowly, and Aesop struggled to keep his eyes open and his hips from bucking up into her. She placed several small kisses against the glans, releasing a chuckle every time his cock throbbed and the crystal clear drop rolled down the shaft.

He saw her carefully cover her teeth with her lips like he taught her to, before she finally took him into her mouth. As with many things (F/N)(L/N) did, she proved to be a quick learner when it came to giving him pleasure this way. She wasn’t able to take all of him, as he was a large man after all, but she was enthusiastic and eager to please, not to mention very observant. When she took him in as much as she could, she hollowed out her cheeks and moved slowly back up, dragging her tongue over his underside. She started slowly repeating these motions, making sure to occasionally roll the glans around in her mouth, circling it with her tongue.

Aesop closed his fists around the armrests of his chair in a vice grip, so he didn’t grab her hair and push her down entirely, like his body was screaming at him to do. The idea of him filling her mouth and throat fully, holding her head in his hands and letting his hips roughly thrust into the tight heat, made a dark thrill run through him, as well as the first signal that if she carries on like this, it’s all going to be over too soon.

With a low moan, he gently pulled his young lover off his aching cock, caressing her cheek. “Oh, you are so lovely…” his voice rumbled through his chest when he saw her face. Her eyes were almost black with arousal, her cheeks were blushing furiously, and Aesop could see that a few drops of saliva escaped from her mouth and rolled down her chin. And yet, there was a little smile on her face, one that told him how much she loved him, and how much she was going to show him so.

The girl gave him a mock pout, her voice filled with mischief when she spoke: "Not good?" Aesop clenched his jaw, his own voice almost a growl: "We both know that were you even better, I'd have already come down your throat.” That made his sweetheart release a little whine and the professor only now noticed that while she was working him with her mouth, stroking what she couldn't take with one hand, the other hand was betweenher thighs, teasing at her own entrance. The sight made his already dark eyes darken even more.

“Come here. Now.” 

It was obvious he wasn’t asking. 

And yet, the girl made no effort to get up, smiling up at him instead, her free hand still moving up and down his shaft languidly. Aesop was breathing hard. His self control was slipping rapidly now. His eyes were half pleading and half wild as he stared into her own intensely. The girl still didn't budge. Instead, she gave him one more mischievous smile before she suddenly took him in her mouth again, deeper than before, while simultaneously pushing her own fingers inside her and moaning around his cock.

Her teasing, the sight of her, the smell of her, the sounds… all of this after his dreadful day, after the days of longing and frustration, of pining and all the stress.

Something in Aesop snapped.

It was like a dam had broken through and he couldn’t do anything about it. “Oh, fucking hell!” he growled loudly and one-handedly picked the girl up from the floor. His free arm threw everything off the desk with a single swipe, and there was a flurry of parchment, quills and ink hitting the ground everywhere around them. At that moment, Aesop didn’t care about the shattering of glass, nor the black liquid that sprayed over the floor and some of the essays and quizzes that were sent flying. He didn’t even care about the surprised cry the Ravenclaw made when she was roughly pushed onto the now clear desk, her plush bottom hitting the sharp edge of it quite painfully.

He managed to muster up the last piece of his control: "If at any poin-" "If at any point I want you to stop, I'll say the word." his sweetheart said breathlessly, not yet having quite caught up to her current position. And with that, the last of his restraint left.

Finally.

His brain stopped working - its blood supply was severely shortened, as it was currently needed entirely elsewhere. His desire took the wheel, and it wanted to take.

He positioned himself at her entrance blindly, his cock held in an almost painful grip, and he filled her to the brim with a single harsh snap of his hips. The young woman yelped, and she trashed, unprepared for the sudden intrusion, but it was no use to her. One hand of the potion master came to connect her wrists above her head and held them there, while the other grabbed onto her thigh, keeping her nice and open for him, his fingers bruising the soft skin in their mean grip. 

Aesop didn’t wait for her to adjust, immediately setting a fast pace, his thrusts hard and deep. The girl was soon reduced into a whimpering, wanton mess, her head still trashing as Professor Aesop Sharp fucked her with all the ferocity of a wild predatory beast. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t love every second of it. Not that speaking was exactly an option right now.

The professor leaned over and trapped her body under his own, putting an end to her back arching at the overwhelming sensations. He released her hands and her arms instantly wrapped around his back, holding onto him for dear life. The sudden sharp pain of (F/N)’s fingernails digging at his back made Sharp groan loudly into her ear, his hips shuddering midthrust, his fervour increasing. His arms went under her body, one hand grabbing her shoulder from below for better leverage, while the other knotted into her hair, pulling her head back and exposing her neck.

“Ae- Aesop!” she managed to grit out, her voice slurred, eyes screwed shut as her body shook in his arms. When the potions master spoke, he nearly didn’t recognise his own voice. Despite the tempest of pleasure and most primal animalistic desire raging through his body, setting all of his nerve endings on fire, his voice was almost calm, yet rough and impossibly low. “You- ah! You are a bloody tease, dear, “ he said right next to her ear, “now be a good girl and take it.” She moaned pitifully, her body already succumbing to its first climax, torn from her core suddenly, nearly violently. She was barely able to reciprocate the bruising kiss he pressed onto her lips then, her mind absolutely blank from the sudden explosion of endorphins.

He felt himself chuckle against her mouth breathlessly upon feeling his lover’s body answer to him so quickly, so readily, her thighs trembling with her orgasm, her eyes fluttering shut and eyebrows flying up, absolutely sinful sounds pouring from her lips. “That’s it…" he was barely able to know what he was saying, "that's it, sweetheart, that's a good girl. You’re taking my cock so well." His hips were rutting into hers harshly.

His scorching hot face buried into her even hotter neck, breathing in the perfume she used, perfectly mixing with her natural scent. It drove him completely wild. Aesop dragged his beard and teeth across her delicate skin, a thin film of sweat clinging to it.

"You're mine…" at this point, he really didn't recognise his own voice, the gruff and aloof potions professor turning into this wild, purely carnal animalistic being, who only wanted to take, to claim, to mark. With every move and touch, with every sound he was getting closer to his breaking point, the sensation rendering him unable to think clearly, to think at all. "Mine," he growled and bit into her neck. Hard. So hard that he could taste a bit of copper on his tongue. The girl's body tried in vain to buck against his own, her physique standing no chance against his considerable height and strength. She cried out, pleasure and pain mixing into a single word: "Yours!"

Aesop felt his body quickly approaching its climax, and sped up even more, pounding into his young lover at a brutal pace, grabbing her hips to help himself along. The desk was making small high pitched squeaky sounds, as the professor's hard thrusts made it slightly slide forward on the floor. One of (F/N)'s hands left his back to claw at the wooden surface next to her instead, leaving scratch marks in its wake.

He went harder. He bit more. He growled when a smaller hand pulled at his hair. He chuckled darkly when his young lover cried out unintelligibly again, coming for him for the second time, her soft body writhing and shuddering, her cunt squeezing him in a vice grip, milking his erection. He was mere seconds from joining her in her ecstasy.

He grabbed her by the hair again, forcing her to look at him. Aesop admired the way she was barely able to do so, her eyes unfocused, her mouth opened wide, her face entirely red. The girl was gasping hoarsely, looking so absolutely overwhelmed with pleasure, it was like she was struggling not to lose consciousness. The fact her hand was still in his own hair, that her legs were wrapped tightly around his hips, that while her eyes were unfocused, they were still filled with the same love and absolute devotion and trust, that's what threw the potions master over the edge.

His entire body shuddered, and Aesop bit into his lover's lower lip, a final loud moan leaving his throat as he did so. "M-mine," he rasped before screwing his eyes shut. A wave of pleasure exploded from his core, hitting him with the power of charging Graphorn, and his toes curled in his boots, every single muscle in his legs tightening.

His cock throbbed heavily as a rope after rope of seed filled the young woman's accepting body. His head dropped, landing against her shoulder. Every single thought left his head as he let the satisfaction overwhelm him entirely. Aesop was breathing hard, the aftershocks making his skin sizzle sensually. 

When he finally came fully to, he realised just how tight he's been squeezing his lover. He loosened his hold somewhat, but his arms were still enveloping her completely. His head was laid upon her collarbone, his satisfied body was resting on top of hers, and Aesop was certain he was crushing her a little, but he couldn't find it in himself to move just yet. If she felt any discomfort, she didn’t say so. Then again, she didn’t exactly seem able to speak at the moment, her delicate young body still trembling under him, her breathing laboured, her lips occasionally releasing little whimpers of pleasure still. He wasn’t any better, really. 

The potions master was hyper aware of the sweat between their bodies, of his come seeping out of her quivering entrance, running down his bollocks. “Mhmm, sweet Merlin,” he groaned quietly after several minutes, “that was… otherworldly.” Unintelligible humming was his only answer. Some more time later, when he felt stable enough to stand on his own two legs again, he braced against the desk and straightened up. His soft member slipped out of (F/N)’s body, prompting another little stream of pearly white spunk to leave her gaping hole.

Aesop looked down at his handiwork, and was both satisfied and a little horrified with what he’d done. The young woman laying on his desk looked absolutely ruined. Her head was tilted back, her eyes screwed shut. Her hair fell around her head like a halo, messy and tangled from his hands gripping it. Her mouth was swollen and red from kisses. 

The girl’s body was no better, there were bite marks on her skin, one of them particularly nasty and placed way above where her shirt and robe collar would be. He saw the perfect imprint of his teeth in the soft skin, and he knew there would be bruising. Perhaps she could hide it well enough with her hair, but she’ll definitely feel it for a few days. There were already small bruises forming where he gripped her, where his fingers dug into the flesh of her waist, her hips, thighs. He’s never been this rough with her before, and while he was still riding on his post-coital high, he also felt incredibly guilty for ravishing her like he did.

“Aesop, whatever it is that’s going through that brilliant mind of yours, I can assure you that it’s a load of rubbish,” her sweet voice tore him from his thoughts. His hands landed on her warm body, his touch now utmostly gentle and soothing. He weighed her breasts in his large hands, his thumbs circling the hardened nipples, before moving lower over her ribs, to her hips. He massaged the surely sore flesh. One of his hands then moved all the way up to her face to caress it, to trace her lips. “I’m sorry. Are you alright? I didn’t mean to get so rough…” (F/N)’s eyes opened and she looked at him. Her face was relaxed, filled with serenity, satisfaction and a frankly overwhelming amount of love. She gave him a tired grin: “Do you hear me complaining, love? If anything, it was rather exhilarating to see you and feel you like that… I didn’t expect this to happen, but I’m happy it did. Trust me, I would’ve said the word if it didn’t feel good.”

Aesop gave her a beaming smile then, and leaned down once more to steal a kiss from her sweet lips, his arms cradling her close once more. She sighed and melted into his ministrations. “How do you feel, Ace? Any better?” she asked after a while. “Yes,” the teacher replied quietly, “I feel like I… really needed that. It’s just been too much lately. And today, with that idiotic girl…” “Shh… Only less than two months left, Aesop,” her hands stroked his back lovingly, “Less than two months, and then not only will we be able to finally be together fully, but you probably won’t have to speak to Adler ever again. Or do you expect her to make it into your NEWT class?” Aesop groaned: “Even if she got an Outstanding from her OWLs, which she will not, there’s no way I’d accept her…”

“Heavens… Fifty one days to be exact. Fifty one days before I can stop pretending you’re just my student, and not the absolute most important person in my life…” Aesop gathered her face in his hands and pressed their foreheads together. The young woman smiled at him, watching him through her lashes: “Forty five days for me, I stop counting the second I’m done with the exams. As for pretending you’re nothing but my professor, I’m afraid that ship has sailed the weekend you took me ‘herb picking’.” Aesop chuckled quietly. 

“Sorry about this… hope you won’t have a problem hiding it…” he pointed to the bite mark he made on her neck, touching it gently with the tip of his finger, which made the girl wince a little. “It will be barely visible under my hair,” she replied, confirming his earlier thoughts, “unless I put my hair up. Which I might start doing, it’s getting rather warm outside, don’t you think?” His palm made contact with her left flank softly: “You are a bloody tease…”

They rested together for a little more, Aesop having cleaned them up with a simple Scourgify. However, the desk was quite uncomfortable for his lover to lie on, and the position they were in wasn’t doing much for Aesop’s muscles either. They dressed in comfortable silence, with (F/N) carefully closing her robes around her body once more after fixing the buttons on the potions master’s undershirt with Reparo. She helped him pick up the essays and quizzes that were strewn about on the floor, and sort them, as well as rid them of any unwanted ink.

“I spent at least an hour grading your pop quiz… I tried to find a mistake, any mistake you might’ve made, so I could dock off points, so the implication about you getting only Outstanding marks because you-… nevermind. I don’t want to think about it anymore, it’s so stupid.” His young lover observed him with a fond expression: “If you’d like, I could make some mistakes on my next essay or exam, something that would cost me an O in favour of E?” 

Aesop looked at her with shock - she was absolutely ready to sacrifice a good grade for his peace of mind. It was unthinkable: “Don’t you dare… I mean it. I know how hard you work, how much you know, how brilliant you are. Every single mark you receive from me is deserved, and while I was furious at the insinuation today, I’d be even more furious to know that you’re keeping yourself from showing your full potential and knowledge, just because of my stupid insecurities and an even dumber Fifth year.”

“Alright, alright, I promise to do as well as I can,” she lifted her hands in a placating gesture. “Amit’s covering for me tonight - though, it’s not like my roommates don’t know that my bed often stays empty at night. Would you like me to spend the night in your chambers?” The professor gave her a loving smile: “I’d love that… You’ve got the key, why don’t you go wait for me there, while I’ll finish down here. I promise I won’t be long.” The young woman came closer to him and stood up on her tiptoes to place a kiss upon his lips, the feeling so familiar now, yet making little electric sparks run through her like they did the first time they kissed. She cast a Disillusionment charm over herself then and made her way out of his office and towards the Faculty wing.

The professor breathed a little smile. Fifty one days… Fifty one days never seemed that long of a time. However, once they’ll have passed, there will be no more hiding. After that, he’ll be able to hold his sweetheart’s hand, and embrace and kiss her whenever he feels like it, and nobody will be able to say anything. Merlin…The fifty one days will feel like an eternity…

Hello! I hope you enjoyed reading! As always, you can find this work and all of my other works over at AO3. I'm incredibly thankful for feedback!

[onebadpunspoilsabunch]

Rewriting the last 2 seasons of mlp:fim, cause I'm bored and I need to get my ideas out.

I warn you: This is a collection of cluttered ideas, so don't expect it to be perfect o anything XD

Story of season 8 rewrite:

Instead of there being a School of Friendship, have the Student 6 be assigned to study under one of the Mane 6. 

Twilight Sparkle does what she did in the show and asks each of the different leaders to send a student to study, learn, and live with them. The student paired with each Mane Six member is:

Strength (Rockhoof) – Honesty (Applejack) – Yona (?)

Healing (Mage Meadowbrook) – Kindness (Fluttershy) – Sandbar (?)

Hope (Somnambula) – Laughter (Pinkie Pie) – Silverstream (Enthusiasm)

Beauty (Mistmane) – Generosity (Rarity) – Ocellus (Change)

Bravery (Flash Magnus) – Loyalty (Rainbow Dash) – Smolder (?)

Sorcery (Star Swirl the Bearded) – Magic (Twilight Sparkle) – Gallus (?)

I believe that this makes more sense than a school.

Give the two villains of the season (Cozy Glow and Chancellor Neighsay) actual reasons/backstories for the way they act and what they do.

Examples:

Give Cozy Glow a more believable motivation. In the original finale, Cozy's motivation for stealing the magic of Equestria is... I forgot honesty, lol.

A more believable motivation could be that Cozy feels neglected and overlooked by the other ponies, specifically unicorns, and she wants to screw with everyone by creating a level playing field (disregarding how it'll fuck up everyone in Equestria).

For the Chancellor, let's say that he recalls all of the times throughout the series where ponykind had been attacked or come into conflict with other creatures, etc. That's a more believable motivation.

Season 8 finale: 

I actually don't know how to write this in a way for it to make more sense, I just know that these specific plot points need to happen in the episode:

The Mane Six are put out of commission in order for the Student Six to be revealed to have a connection to the Elements of Harmony 

Cozy is revealed to have a connection to Tirek in some way. And we actually learn her backstory.

The Mane Six talk to Tirek and learn more about his past, and he mentions Scorpan of course

Chancellor Neighsay gets a realistic redemption, but after learning his backstory of course

Cozy Glow is sent away, not to Tartarus, but to stay with Shining Armor and Princess Cadence in the Crystal Empire to learn how to be good and get whatever the f*ck help she needs XD 

At the end of the story the Mane Six are praising their individual students and are happy that they have the same connection to the Elements and each other that they do. 

Story of season 9:

In order to understand what happens next, I highly recommend that you watch these videos by DrWolf001 on YouTube. These videos were the ones that inspired all of this:

ok, here we go!

Premiere:

Everything that happened in the season 9 premiere happens, the only difference being that Grogar is the REAL Grogar, not Discord in disguise.

Oh, and… a very special guest shows up at the school. 

Everyone in the room, the Mane Six, Spike, the Pillars, Celestia and Luna, the Student Six, everyone else is in utter shock at who it is: 

Scorpan, Tirek's younger brother, carrying a staff made from the Tree of Harmony! 

Following episodes:

Scorpan has made his reappearance to the characters. The Pillars and the Royal Sisters are ecstatic to see their old friend, especially Starswirl. Scorpan asks Celestia if the dragon egg he gave her hatched yet, and everyone is shocked. Scorpan meets Spike, and explains himself: 

When Starswirl and Scorpan first became friends, Scorpan was carrying Spike's egg with him. He explains that he found it by itself, and wanted to find it a home. He asked Starswirl to take care of it, but he refused, since he had more important things to do. Starswirl instead gave it to Celestia and Luna to use as a test, similar to Twilight Sparkle's test in the School for Gifted Unicorns. After the Pillars sacrificed themselves to stop the Pony of Shadows, Scorpan went back to his homeland. His brother was in Tartarus, and his friends were gone, so he had no reason to stay. 

Many years have passed, and Celestia still couldn't open the egg. She didn't know why, since she was a powerful alicorn. So when she built her school, she created the egg as the final test. (Even if a Unicorn couldn't open the egg, they wouldn't be judged on that alone.)

Scorpan explains what inspired him to come back to Equestria: His magical staff, which was made out of a branch from the Tree of Harmony, alerted him to the fact that more creatures were now connected to the Tree, so he came there to see. Scorpan meets them all, but is confused about something: There are only six elements for the Mane Six and the Student Six. 

Scorpan demands to see the Tree of Harmony, and storms off with the others following him.

—

Scorpan sees that the Tree is destroyed, but he is still trying to find something. The others are confused, but Scorpan says that it's "nothing". They leave, except for Spike.

Spike asks Scorpan where he found his egg, and Scorpan says he "doesn't remember". Spike is disappointed of course, but eventually says that he's accepted it. Scorpan starts asking Spike about his life with the ponies and all that jazz, and after hearing Spike talk, he realizes that Spike is exactly like him: 

He's the only non-pony member of his group of friends, he has a closer relationship with the main element (Twilight Sparkle) similar to how Scorpan had a closer relationship with the main element in his day (Starswirl), and even though he feels out of place sometimes, he's accepted his life and his duties to help his friends. Scorpan tells Spike that he believes he's the 7th Element. 

Tolerance (Scorpan) – Acceptance (Spike) – (?) (?)

Who is under Spike? That remains to be seen... meaning idk

Spike tells him that it's impossible, as when the ponies found the Elements, they only found 6. Scorpan tells him that only those that are connected to the Elements can find them. Scorpan and Spike search the Castle of the Two Sisters, but can't find the missing element anywhere. Scorpan asks Spike to try to remember if he's ever taken it or even seen it, and Spike remembers:

In the episode Secret of My Excess, when Spike was going through his greed-induced puberty, he was taking random things and hoarding them in the library. One was an orb that he found in the Castle of the Two Sisters. 

But after Spike had turned back to normal, he had returned all of the items he took. Spike didn't know what the orb was, so he just kept it in the basement. 

And then… the library was destroyed by Tirek. So the entrance to the basement was lost underground. So Scorpan and Spike start digging, or they find a way to teleport down there, idk

They find the orb in the basement, and Spike tries to get it to transform into a jewel. Scorpan says that it can only transform in the presence of the other Elements. 

That's all I've come up with. Feel free to add, suggest, or rewrite something, please 😅

[lover-of-mine]

Is it weird that when I read The coming out storyline was suppose to be for Eddie, I just got extremely pissed. Like... we finally could have had a good storyline for eddie after seasons of basically nothing and half-assed stuff. Only for it to go to Buck, a character that always has a front-centered storyline. It just bothers me. It wouldnt have killed the show to have just kept Buck on the downlow for a season. But no he gets the storyline, that even tim agrees made more sense for Eddie and Eddie gets whatever the f*ck is happening with Marisol that is just the a non-storyline really. I don't know. It just pissed me off. Maybe Eddie will finally get his due in Season 8, but with the history of this show, I'm questioning and doubting everything when it comes to Eddie. The character deserves better. Ryan deserves better. I'm happy for Buck fans and for Oliver who clear thought Buck was Bi too, but this is just shitty for Eddie fans, cause we're stuck with another bland girlfriend (A homophobic actress at that) and no guarantee that Eddie will every get a storyline like this, if ABC says no. Not to mention a lack of prospect for an actual good season long arc for Eddie if this is already Tim's idea of good writing for him. I just need to vent somewhere, and maybe you understand some of what I am feeling. Bottom line I guess, I'm just tired as Eddie fan of getting the short end of the stick on this show. But maybe I need to have more faith in everything.

Baby really, I think you're super valid for feeling like this, really, I love Buck, I do, but it does get annoying to watch him get yet another huge arc, even more with the amount of focus there was on him last season too. And to hear this storyline was studied to be about Eddie did make me feel some time of way. Especially considering Eddie has yet another girlfriend he didn't want to get he's moving too fast with that adds nothing to the plot because I still don't know anything about Marisol besides the fact that she has a brother, she owns a house, she was a nun (?????) and the actress playing her is a homophobe. I am choosing to believe they decided being grabbed and kissed wasn't the best way to spark the revelation for Eddie and that there is some plan because I don't see how they would greenlight Buck being bi and not buddie going canon and that we are going to see Eddie get his own queer arc. Maybe it will annoy you a bit too because so far I keep seeing this being sparked by Buck and Tommy, so his arc would be attached to Buck in some way, but I think we are getting there with the both of them. The fact that there was conversation about how to make Eddie queer, means they are thinking about how to make Eddie queer, so the idea is there, they could turn into it at any time. I do so so so feel you on the Eddie not getting a season arc, I think I could've enjoyed the catholic guilt angle, because honestly, that's a huge opening to see what else that guilt might be making Eddie do, if it wasn't for the Edy of it all. The focus on saying Eddie is still chasing Shannon, and a mother for Chris, and thinking about who it would be expected for him to date aka a nice latina woman, not someone he actually wants to be with also gives me some hope they realized they have my boy trapped in a closet made of glass. Again, they didn't have to take the "I'm having erectile dysfunction at the thought of having sex with my girlfriend" route, like, that's straight up the gayest thing they could've done to that man and they legit had him have panic attacks about dating a woman, like, who even thought of that? And he could be on his way to learn more about himself considering the "learning his place in the world" comment, he could be about to do some exploring and we could get some satisfying payoff here. I'm hoping for it. Praying and manifesting for it. But Ryan has been too giddy about this season for me to believe nothing is gonna happen for Eddie, yk? So, maybe, we should just keep the faith I guess. But, you're not alone in your feelings, and they're super valid, it is upsetting.

[fangirl-erdariel]

If you were given the job of 'showrunner of a show about Faramir' what would you do?

Oh that's a fascinating question, thank you! I will freely admit that I don't necessarily consider myself the most knowledgeable person about Faramir or the best at writing him even in my immediate fandom circle, so this is unlikely to be anything particularly groundbreaking or interesting, but I'll give it a shot

I think, since you've not given me specific limitations on when in the timeline this will be set, and that I would go for a show that focuses on Faramir in the months leading up to Boromir leaving for Rivendell, ending with that event. Not that a show about him in the times after the War of the Ring wouldn't be fascinating, but I don't think it's something I'd be very good at writing. And I'm not necessarily interested in following the story through the events of LOTR, either. So, like I said, following Faramir in the times leading up to the event that basically ties him and Boromir so tightly into the events of the story.

Wouldn't be a very long show, obviously, with that sort of time frame, but I'm a firm believer in deciding on the limits of the story you want to tell and narrowing it down to something you can manage, before starting to tell it. (Let's ignore the fact that I don't actually do that irl when I write fanfic, I just sit down and write and see what happens; the imaginary me who is a showrunner of a tv show is obviously more organized than the real life me anyway.) Not everything needs to be ten seasons long. And you could still get a full-length season or two out of even that premise, I think.

I would probably go for a somewhat episodic problem-of-the-week format, but with some overarching themes and plotlines developing across the whole show. I can't off the top of my head give you a list of episodes or their synopsis (how do you pluralize that? synopsis? synopses? synopsises? why is English so difficult), but, you know, most episodes probably focusing on the various troubles of leading the soldiers in Ithilien, one episode focused on the planning of an attack on an enemy troop that will be moving through, another of "how the f*ck has the enemy been managing to constantly mess with our supply lines that we thought were secure and how do we stop them from doing that", maybe one of the classic "there's a spy among our midst but who is it??" plot, one where Faramir has to handle a bunch of young inexperienced soldiers who are either uncertain or too reckless and eager to pursue glory and probably going to get either themselves or other people killed if he can't get them to get their act together. And so on and so forth, I'm sure you get the gist. Probably mix it up sometimes and have some episodes set in Minas Tirith, maybe a couple bringing Faramir on some errand to more southern parts of Gondor, too. Ithilien episodes would probably have elements of military drama, Minas Tirith episodes elements of political drama.

I think the second-to-last episode of the show would have the first time Faramir has the dream that'll send Boromir to Gondor, and would have the attack on Osgiliath and that whole thing. And the absolute last episode would be just focused on the dream and what to do about it, and would see Boromir leaving on his journey.

I think one thing I'd explore a lot would be the differing ways that other characters see him. Both in terms of the relationships with his family, the way that he is a beloved little brother to Boromir but always the less capable and worthy in Denethor's eyes, but also in terms of outside that family circle. Like, we see in the books that he is adored by the people, and that he is greatly respected by the soldiers under his command, he is a captain they are glad to follow, a skilled leader who is able to keep troops from panicking and retain good order even in difficult, chaotic situations.

And then, going off of that, how does all that compare to the way Faramir sees himself? How does the place he is appointed by those around him fit, or not fit, what he himself would want to be, if he could choose? Even people who love or admire you can still view you in ways that aren't entirely true, or treat you in a way or put you in situations that you find constraining or poorly fit for you, and I think playing with that with Faramir could be interesting. I think I might go for making one of the conflicts carried through the show be that while Boromir loves Faramir, he doesn't always quite treat him as a responsible adult and an equal, but a little brother to be protected and watched over and helped, and for all that Faramir also loves Boromir, it's still frustrating. And though Boromir does insist on being the one to make the journey to Rivendell because he's older and stronger and doesn't like the idea of Faramir going off alone on a long journey to the unknown, it is still in some ways also an admission on his part that he trusts Faramir to be responsible and clever and capable enough to be in charge of the lives of soldiers and of various duties Boromir has that will fall on Faramir in his absence, without Boromir's constant oversight and being always somewhere near enough to come to his aid.

Besides that, I think I would like to incorporate hope and despair as one central theme, seeing as it's also so very central to LOTR. Also, this isn't anything about deep themes or being clever or whatever, it's really just self-indulgence, but I think I'd like to incorporate songs and poetry the characters actually sing and recite into the story. Just, like, whatever, military marches, funeral laments, narrative stuff sung to pass the time, people competing on who can most accurately memorize some tricky poem just for the hell of it, all that. Like, Middle-Earth just has music so intrinsically bound into the stories and it's an aspect of the books I really love, but so few adaptations incorporate it much at all! (I am tooootally not jealous to my mom because she got to see the 1988/-89 LOTR play that actually included a bunch of the poems from the books set to music, totally not, why are you asking)

Also, can we cast Luke Pasqualino as Faramir? No particular reason except that I think he's pretty

Geez, that got long ':D Idk how much sense any of that makes, but, hey, thanks for giving me an excuse to ramble!!

Out of curiosity, if you were given the same job of being a showrunner for a show about Faramir, what would you do with it?

[coralinnii]

The reincarnation series is just so SATISFYING and DELICIOUS, it's like binging one of those isekai historical fantasy mahwas in one go and I'm an absolute sucker for that stuff.

Out of curiosity, do you have any recommendations for that genre? I have a list haha: Who Made Me A Princess (An absolute classic, cried when it ended) Crazy Empress of the Magic Kitchen (My first taste of this genre, the mc is so badass in such a satisfying way) Taming the Lady (Can always relate to a simp fl and absolutely did not see them plot twists coming) The Divorced Duchess Bakes Cakes (I need this one to update faster, the need to watch the ex-husband regret his decision so much istg-) I Choose the Emperor Ending (Loved how smart the fl in the beginning, there's a satisfaction to watch medival people becoming enlightened to modern stuff that I can't explain-) Miss Not-So-Sidekick (the fl is us, we are the fl, one can only understand what I mean by reading it) ~Idia nonnie <3

Hmmmmm...should I expose my hermit self and recommend a literal page of all the villainess isekai manhwa/manga I can remember or should I pretend like I have a life?

Tell you what. I'll recommend some manhwa/manga based on the small reasoning you gave from your list (most of which I also read so yay shared taste!) These are also the ones I personally can still remember a chunk of their story but I may not remember everything and I want to let you know I won't get offended if you end up not liking them. Everyone has their likes and dislikes

Hope you enjoy, Idia nonnie ^_^

If you like sweet main leads getting the family love and happiness they deserve, you might like - Into the light once again - Father, I Don’t Want to Get Married! *takes a while to get there tho - Talented baby squirrel

If you like confident main leads who love food and cooking, you might like - Bon Appétit - The Duchess’ 50 Tea Recipes

If you like strong main leads who absolutely love their male leads, you might like - I Became the Wife of the Monstrous Crown Prince - Another Typical Fantasy Romance - For My Lost Love or For My Abandoned Love - Divorce plan with husband failed

If you like smart main leads that succeeds and get revenge on their terrible exes and/or family, you might like - I’ll Be The Matriarch In This Life - Of course, I'll claim Palimony! *not really an isekai but fantasy historical - Sister, I Am the Queen in This Life

If you like quick-thinking main leads that becomes the male lead's greatest support, you might like - I Became the Tyrant’s Secretary - I Became the Wife of the Male Lead or Author of My Own Destiny - This Villainess Wants a Divorce!

If you like hilarious main leads that gives no f*cks, you might like - If You Touch My Brother, You’re All Dead *the absolute insanity of this manhwa - Beware the Villainess! - A symbiotic relationship between a rabbit and a black panther *not really an isekai but fantasy historical - Is It a Fortune or Is It a Woe? or For Better or For Worse

[oatmealdaydreams]

A Choice - Virgil

Theory Time!

Okay so, with the new video and everything. There's one scene I need to talk about. I have a Neutral/Transitional Side theory for Virgil, but I haven't made a post about it yet. The only one who knows what theory I'm talking about is a mutual of mine (you know who you are <3). Anyway, I have a separate theory about Virgil, regarding the specific scene in mind.

But spoilers. Be aware of spoilers.

Trigger/Content Warning: Anime Intro spoilers

[Masterlist]

Okay, so that one scene with Virgil standing in front of a spilt, black and white background? Him looking distressed?

Here's a screenshot:

Yeah, buddy boi looks kinda distressed there.

I will die on the hill of 'Virgil is a neutral/transitional Side', but I have another thought.

What if this means... he'll need to make a choice?

Like, what if something happens that forces him to need to make a choice? A choice between Light and Dark? A choice between his old family and his newer one?

This theory is more plot-based in a way of 'this might happen to Virgil'. The Neutral/Transitional Side theory is more character-based and about where Virgil stands in regard to Light and Dark.

So: what if Neutral Boi is forced into a situation where he has to make a choice between the two groups?

Such a situation could make the fact that Virgil is neutral/transitional a lot more obvious. Like, there's a route where c!Thomas and the Others may finally realize that Virgil isn't one of them. Only because he belongs in his own space/group of being neutral and transitional between the other groups. Maybe such a situation could help c!Thomas on his way of realizing how grey things really are?

I can imagine how Janus and Remus would tease the f*ck out of Virgil for it. Like, they'd be all "You never really belonged, did you?" or something like "Oh, little Virgey's all alone. He doesn't go with either of us!". BUT ALSO; maybe him being neutral is a big something that the Darks/The Others have been trying to show c!Thomas? That not everything is so neatly cut? That things are messy and bleed over into each other?

idk how'd Logan, Patton, and Roman would react to that. Probably something emotional or dramatic? Would Roman just add this into his 'you betrayed me' angst box? Patton is learning how morals aren't what he thought, so he might be conflicted. With everything happening to Logan... yeah, idk how he'd be.

idk about Orange either, considering we haven't actually seen his character in an episode yet.

(Unless you count occasionally seeing his pair of eyes as a foreshadowing thing, but I digress)

c!Thomas would have a mix of different reactions, I'd imagine. You remember his face when Virgil revealed he used to be a Dark? Yeah.

What if the Others don't know? Like, neither group knew of Virgil being grey? I highly doubt it. I think at least Janus and/or Remus would know/suspect it because of their whole 'no labels, things are grey, morals are made up, society is wrong and a b*tch' thing going on. I mean, Janus has teased Virgil before about keeping secrets, so maybe this is another secret he's alluding to?

I wonder if Virgil knows. Or if he does, how long it took him to figure it out. Like, maybe during all the Hogwarts House episode, he realized that he just fits with himself best. Maybe he thought he'd fit with the Lights better because things with the Others weren't going well? Maybe he chased labels for a while before realizing that truth about himself?

idk. This theory got away from me quick, sorry.

I feel like this theory and my Neutral/Transitional Side theory could fit well together? Maybe? If y'all want to hear about that theory, just put in an ask! I may make a post about it later, but idk yet.

Got more thoughts on this, but brain ain't braining.

That's all for now :3

[virtualmemoriespodcast]

Episode 592 - Swan Huntley

Author & illustrator Swan Huntley joins the show to celebrate her two new books, I WANT YOU MORE (Zibby Books), and YOU'RE GROUNDED: An Anti-Self-Help Book to Calm You the F*ck Down (Tarcherperigee). We talk about how ghostwriting a memoir for a Real Housewife of New York led her to write I Want You More, a thriller novel about fame, identity, and murder, why she uses the first person in fiction and loves the challenge of lying to the reader, how we're seen by others and how we want to be seen, and the fun of writing thrillers and melding character with a big plot. We also talk about how You're Grounded took shape as a melding of words and drawings, how she settled on "anti-self-help", how her various addictions shaped her identity and what it meant to be herself as she overcame (some of) them, how taking up drawing in a writing lull helped bring out different voices, and the need to calm the f*ck down. We also discuss the creation of identity vs. the discovery of identity, why she biked the El Camino pilgrimage solo, the memoir she's working on, the nature of celebrity & our reactions around famous people (& her upcoming essay, "My Best Friend Is Famous"), how she found her place in Los Angeles, and more. Follow Swan on Instagram • More info at our site • Support The Virtual Memories Show via Patreon or Paypal and via our e-newsletter

Check out the new episode of The Virtual Memories Show

[captainimfangirling]

Gen V Episode 6

The episode was pretty good. Answered a lot of questions.

Warning: Spoilers

Jordan was in on it but was manipulated by Bricks. I wish Jordan explained why they were so focused on being number one. I personally think Jordan's parents didn't want them to go to the school and become a superhero (probably embarrassed) so Jordan is just trying to prove to their parents that they can do it. Also to prove to Brinkerhoff.

Yeah Andre isn't a good person for sleeping with his best friend's girlfriend but he's the only one getting the blame for it. Cate cheated on Luke too. I still think she was manipulated and don't think she was a monster because she thought she was saving her friends but she still cheated willingly and on her own. It's possible she was forced to be with Luke in order to control him and really wanted to be with Andre. If that's the case I can forgive her because she did say she was tired of noting being herself so maybe that's part of what she was talking about.

I f*cking knew that if Sam and Emma had sex there was gonna be puppets having sex! I wonder if Sam starts being puppets when he's overwhelmed or scared. Makes sense to me.

Poor Marie. I hope she doesn't see Jordan differently. Hopefully she'll understand their point of view. She is right they all did something messed up but in a way it wasn't their fault (except for Andre). I hope she someday reunites with her sister or maybe save her from the woods if she's a supe too.

To be honest I think Jordan's female actor is better than the male actor but I feel like he did better in this episode with the emotional scenes. He still needs to work on it because she is carrying that character on her back.

Had a feeling the virus had to do with taking away supes' powers but didn't think Shetty would want to kill all supes. To be honest she's like the female comic book version of Butcher because I heard he also wanted to kill all supes. Why does she want to kill all supes? Good for her if she wants to take down Vought but if she just to kill all supes (even the good ones) f*ck her.

Solider Boy scene was so funny and disbursing at the same time because he are talking about a child. I still think in The Boys the writers wanted to make Solider Boy a pedophile (they kind of hinted it) but that was when Jensen was like "hell no." I guess young Cate sexual fantasy is less disturbing.

It was pretty cool seeing Patrick Schwarzenegger and Clancy Brown's character again even though it was brief and a memory. I thought Luke coming back was gonna be clone or something.

Dang only 2 episodes left and I feel like we just got started. I don't think there's gonna be a plot twist where characters like Marie, Care, and Sam being born with superpowers because there isn't enough episodes left. Also why did they need Sam to create the virus? Did they need someone who was born with superpowers to create the virus?

[prettyflyshyguy]

F*ck it I had a little skim, S5 is a season that wasn't overly 'monstery' compared to the early seasons but I settled on some specific eps to perhaps glance at (only if you want to though!!! I totally get the disenchantment and wound up listing more here than I meant to) (the 'for fun's' are obvs subjective but there's certain scenes that might trigger doodle ideas)

Ep 1 sorta settles some fallout from the S4 finale. Might not be interesting but lays out some context.

Ep 2 not 'monstery' per se but might tickle a particular itch if you possess it

Ep 5+7 for fun?

Ep 8 for fun and an importantish reveal

Ep 9 is fun

Ep 10 is one of the bigger episodes for S5's overarching story

Ep 11 was one I quite liked personally

Ep 14 was one I also quite liked

Ep 15+17 might brush lightly against a particular itch

Eps 18 onwards head off the "f*ck destiny" journey, but for specifics 19 is a personal fave and latter half of 21 introduces one of my fave dudes

Again, wound up with a longer list than I thought, but I also totally understand the meh-ness after the Heaven plot! Hopefully there's something on this list that works for you

Anon we gotta cover a few things here

1) seriously have my swear card you can say Fuck

2) you are a local legend for providing me with this list and i am very gratefull!! You are my personal hero

3) you can't just say "this might spark a doodle idea" and leave me hanging like this like wtf

You can send me doodle ideas (cannot guarantee I'll do them but I love a good bit you know me)

I'll absolutely kick off s5 with e1 cause I always need the closure but I think it will be where the cherry picking starts, for my sanity. I'm not strong enough nor have the time to watch everything to completeness (NOT WHEN I WANT TO REWATCH OLDER EPS LMAO)

I trust you understand My Brand (tm) if you've been following my journey so I trust your recs!

[kaddyssammlung]

Analysis for Nazareth

TW for this one!

I will mention SA

First of all: this is a highly debated one and I am aware of this. The story that I came up with for this one is fictional. I don't want anyone thinking that Vessel did this or that or whatever. This is a story that my mind created based on the lyrics. That's all there is to it.

“and I'll see you when the wrath comes”

I have the word wrath connected with the Biblical seven sins. I'm not even sure if that is true but I think so. I'm pointing this out because I feel that's interesting that he says “wrath” and not “anger” or something like that.

This makes me kind of think about the emotion of anger in general and about how much of it is in the lyrics in general. I feel like anger is not that present. Idk why that is. Maybe it's just my perception.

“knocking on your bedroom door with money”

So the wrath is offering him something? That's also kind of interesting. He says bedroom door. For some reason it makes me think of young Vessel.

“building you a kingdom”

Okay so the wrath offers him money and also builds him a kingdom? Or does he him Sleep is offering him something? That something being a kingdom?

“dripping from the open mouth”

This always make think about my dog. When I have a treat in my hand and he sees this he sits down, wags his tale and start licking his lips in anticipation of that treat. Of course he knows what's coming. So yes: I think about Vessel and some drool coming from his mouth because of the great things that he is being promised.

“I'll show you what you look like, from the inside”

This is hard one. Maybe this means what he is made out of? Maybe Vessel has a greedy part within him that wants what he is promised out of greed but there are downside to it which is why he calls it “wrath”?!

“tonight you have the answer”

And again. Where do you meet something/someone that is not three-dimensional? In the astral realm? The “dream world” which also can be seen as the four-dimensional-realm in my understanding.

“let's load the gun”

What do you need a gun for? To defend yourself? To threaten someone because you want something from them? Does he seek revenge of some sort?

“make her eat the tape in the bathroom mirror”

I know this is being highly debated about. Can you see this certain being in the mirror? I don't think so. Maybe this is a direction to go here maybe not.

I have this connected with substances and idk why. When it comes to certain things I usually talk with my employee about these things. He has done so many of these things. Maybe tape is an allusion for these things. Maybe the bathroom mirror is one of those mirrors where you line your “blow” and make it ready for consumption?!

“see if she can guess what a hollow point does to a naked body”

The hollow point meaning the gun? Why is she naked? Trying to force someone to do something? Drugging her so you can do something with her? Plotting revenge of some sort?

I have no answers!

“let's fuck her up”

What do you mean? How? Why? Maybe he wanted to f*ck up Sleep? Maybe he was done with all of this but this being still had “it's teeth in him”?! But then again she is naked and drugged? So?! SA of some sort?

“manifest pain at the core of pleasure”

It's this one line that f*s me up! I still don't listen to Nazareth that much. I have this line connected with SA. To me the core of pleasure is our root chakra or Muladhara chakra.

It's location has something to do with our organs that we use to produce new life. Manifesting pain there?! Well....r*pe. Now I said it. Damn.

I know that all of this is far-fetched but I have this image stuck in my head.

“I won't be missing you”

This makes think about Sleep again. Does he want to free himself from it? Is all of this a revenge fantasy or a dream that he had? Was he just watching some movie and took inspiration from that?! Or a computer game?

Idk....just a though one for me. I like the way Nazareth sounds but the lyrics freak me out.

And also it's the one with the “wrong video”. At leas if you believe this guy:

I believe him.

Jaws and Nazareth were switched for some reason. The video for Jaws does not really fit but it does fit to Nazareth.

[slutstarring]

open to: females.

plot: john is the ruthless and cutthroat head of an organized c.rime ring and needs a pretty toy that isn't his wife to take out some stress on. it can be fully c.onsensual or we can explore a more d.ub/n.oncon element if you prefer.

suggested connection: casual lover, daughter, sister, niece, son's girlfriend or wife, wife's sister, right hand man's daughter or wife, someone who works for him, someone who is pr*gnant with his child, a stranger who wants to request a favour from him, any kind of step connection, or anything else. open to multiple muses if you want to throw more than one of your girls at him.

written with beta editor. do not like my starters + please read my rules.

{ ♡ } HEAD THUMPING AND SHIRT STILL BLOODIED, just the mere sight of the house as he pulled up flooded him with a sense of relief. not his actual home that he shared with his wife and kids, this particular place acted as a hub for the group, a safe spot to meet and conduct business, to come and go as they pleased without explanation or worry. marched straight through the cluttered but expansive location, intending to head to his office and avoid contact with any stragglers or strays that were hanging around at this time of night, but finding someone lingering outside the room waiting patiently for him instead. "whatever it is you want to ask for or complain about, i'm not in the mood for hearing it," john told them, unlocking the office door and entering, not inviting the other in but letting gruff voice travel out, "so unless you're bending over and spreading your legs for me, you can f*ck off."

[7ndipity]

Hey Sara!!! ✨💞 I came back! Hahaha i had a pretty busy weekend 😵‍💫 but that only means I have a lot to catch on your blog <3 but before I forget!

HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY 🍰✨🎉!!!! I hope you had an amazing day honey and full of joy and good treats, I hope your new year will be full of happiness, success and health <3 and omggg you’re a scorpio bby!!🤭 what a funny coincidence because my rising sign is Scorpio too hahaha I send you a big hug and many kisses from yoongi too👀💞✨

Now, I’m still have a few updates to catch on but! The kitty one? THAT WAS LOVELY, I read it with a smile on my face because that’s a very real scenario of him with a calico kitty🥹 I love your surprises and ofc you’re right, that was very Jimin coded, and the ending line about the kids???? THAT’S SO HIM, our natural teaser libra boy<3 I saw that someone already ask you for. a Yoongi one ! Oh that’s gonna be chef kiss!😙

Now, going on with our kitty chat omgggg your boy seems to be very special 🥹🥹✨and with those eyes!! I bet he’s beautiful!!! And it’s soo good to hear that your family makes stray kitties life easier <3 and now your dad! Being a Kpop gg man! I love that ❤️‍🔥! Hahaha well he surely did not mention anything about the explicit version to you hahaha he would be like 👁️👄👁️ this man wants to f*ck my daughter seven days a week? In the rightest way?? Jdjsjsjsjs I’m now thinking on a scenario with any member with that plot hahahahhahaa I’m sorry I’m just on a silly mood today 🤭😂 but! If your ever decide to write something like that , I think JK, or anyone of the rap line would be accurate 😂

But , going back to the original point, jsjsjsjsjs yeah!! There’s something with jk and taehyung voices and parents , they always end up getting them!! And for the right reasons!

Love you Sara! I do have a smutty request because girlll, that Yoongi one?? I do have to say that the use of the color system and how you write it… like I think that was my Roman Empire for the week ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥👁️👁️ because …. Of course I’ve seen it on different works BUT, here I could imagine him doing his thing and saying that like … I don’t event want to think about anymore!!!! It was HOT AF, I’m loving this side of you <3 anddddd now I’ll write my request on another box hahahaha 💞💞big message today!!

I legit squealed when I saw your name in my inbox, like I missed you this week, Hon!😚😚Omg, putting the rest of this under the cut bc theres so much to catch up on, lol!

My birthday was good, went shopping with my fam and made lemon bars instead of a cake for myself!(ya girl finally got Tae's & Jk's albums as gifts, so now the Ot7 solo album collection is complete!👏👏) Also yay Scorpio buddies! Now I'm kinda curious what your sun sign is for comparison, lol(my rising sign is Cancer btw)!

I'm so glad you liked the Jimim blurb, I had a lot of fun writing it! I'm looking forward to writing the Yoongi one as well, cause we need more cat dad Yoongi on this site.😊 And yeah, not to brag on my boy, but he is so beautiful I love him sm, even tho he's a chaos noodle! (I might share a pic sometime if anyone wants?)

Also, omg not that Jungkook scenario, I can't breathe!🤣 It would be soo funny but soo awkward, like Jk slipping up and saying smth like "y/n's been a big inspiration for my music" like just trying to be nice, and then remembering what his lyrics are and just😱 NOOO TAKE IT BACK, PLEASE UN-HEAR THAT!!🤣😭I may have write this bc just yes, lol!

Also ROMAN EMPIRE?! Thank you?! I really liked the color system thing too, it just seems like a very Yoongi thing to me, just casually checking in to make sure you're okay, regardless of the scenario.🥺

I've also really been having a lot of fun exploring the smuttier concepts, so by all means send the ideas! I'm gonna respond more on your other message, bc just from a quick glance do I have some thoughts!😳

Love you sm!💜💜💜

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

Before we start this: I’m Nonbinary, female presenting and into girls. I call myself a lesbian cause it’s less words. I come from this perspective when I discuss things.

Secondly: I do make references to fics I have read. I try to keep them vague but I’m a grown up and can admit you might see a fic you know. Or maybe you wrote it. I’m not going to spread it around.

Thirdly: some of this is technical help and writing advice. You don’t need to follow it but it’s helpful.

Alright, so we begin.

Things That Diminish/Damage How Good Your Fic is

- Whenever people are writing curse words and instead of writing them they go like f*ck or whatver? That instantly downgrades the quality. That one fic I mentioned that was 10/10 but became a 5.5/10? Yeah. That’s why. It instantly takes some one out of the mindset and is just jarring. I know in todays culture and with TikTok censoring works like fuck or shit is the norm. However it is terrible writing. Don’t do it, it’s awful. If you do not feel comfortable enough to write them I can think of several ways to get around it. (He said a word that his mother would wash his mouth out with soap for./The amount of cursing could make a sailor blush.) If you still don’t feel comfy… get out of the fandom. No seriously. If you do not feel comfy with writing cursing or work around that aren’t censorship, drop your writing and leave. They are quite literally just words with social stigma attached.

-Similar, if you don’t feel comfortable writing slurs or discuss illegal activities. This might be more controversial but for me, I find that people who want to have stuff like homophobia or transphobia or heavy discrimination and don’t use the words… it falls flat for me. It just does. Yes those words are disgusting and writing them may make you feel the need to shower. However, it comes to again the fact censorship and blocking out words is just… dumb. It’s really dumb and looks ugly in a story. Again I was reading an amazing fic, who censored a slur. Look I get being uncomfy again, but there are work around rather then doing that. (He continued his sentence with a word that made the room go silent and breaths stop.) As well you cheapen the experience your characters go through. How is a reader supposed to feel when you won’t go through with your writing?

-To long to get to the plot. This is really common with AU fics, such as fics where Izuku has a Quirk. People really want to expand on the backstory for this change, and it's understandable. What's not is when it takes 10+ chapters of his childhood. I have lost count of how many fics I just drop because it's chapter 10, and we are still age eight for Izuku. It's to damn long. If you feel that it's needed, then make it it's own fic. Don't combine it with the canon changes, becuase I promise you: a lot of us readers want to focus on the changes to the plot we know.

There are exceptions to the above. They're RARE though, and in my experience really what they do is expand upon All Might's training. Think about books, few if any would go into detail on the main character's backstory. At most, you're looking at perhaps 3 chapters before the plot-plot starts. Or at least the introduction to it.

-To long fics. I'm not talking word count. What I'm talking is a fic 100+ chapters without stopping. It's daunting, and honestly it feels... hmm... I think the word best used here is it feels unprepared. I also honestly think people are scared of splitting up their stories for some reason, which makes no sense. Series are beloved for a reason! Having them all in one story just makes most of us mentally check out of the fic, feeling exhausted, rather then invested.

-Stutters where it;s "l-l-like t-th-this'. You just ruined your own fic. I have no patience to read the damn thing now. It looks terrible, it's hard to read and honestly? Half the time it's with a character you just want to woobify (Izuku is the primary target of this.) I actually want them PUNCHED seeing this.

Trying to seem edgy/cool/woke

-I am so freaking sick of how many fics take 'Quirkless Discrimination' and ramp it up to RIDICULOUS levels. Like oh my god, my brain melts every time I read a fic where Izuku gets denied everything, gets emancipated at fourteen, has his parents beat him and make him sleep on the floor, the list goes on. Yes, horrific child abuse happens. Horrific tales of discrimination happens. But you're going to look me in the eyes and tell me that none of this isn't just you trying to be edgy? This is just... torture porn. A level of discrimination against Izuku is understandable. One thing I've found annoying about the source material is how we get told of the discrimination but recieve no actual evidence or proof. But again: some of ya'll go way to far to be edgy.

-Similarly, the Commission fics. Yes, they're corrupt. Yes they probably cover up shady shit. Yes, they raised Hawks as a weapon. But again, the level of drama ya'll include makes my eyes bleed. 'They run orphanages to create villains', 'they force heroes to work overtime', 'they would try and murder Izuku if he went as a Quirkless hero'. It again approaches the level of: to bleak, stopped caring. I think a fic would be way more interesting if a Quirkless Izuku gets roped into a Young Heroes program and blackmailed because the Commission wants to control him.

-Disclaimer again: I'm NB. But one thing that really annoys me is the amount of neopronouns introduced in a fic... only for them to never be used. And honestly, some are plain dumb. I am honestly curious if people try to use 'book/bookself/booked' as actual pronouns because I'll be honest: that just... doesn't work. But yet I have seen it included in fics. And again: no one ends up using them. Pronouns are tricky, I won't deny it. I use they/them, but accept she because I've been raised as a woman and thus experience the world as it as well. Some people use multiple but default to one. It's all valid. But it's REALLY obvious that ya'll are just trying to be woke or whatever when there's six pronouns like 'book' or 'vamp' or 'pup' but NONE are ever used. (I also have complicated feelings reguarding pup thanks to the comments I've heard comparing NB people to animals but that's just me)

-I said it before, and I'll admit there are actual exceptions but like... dude, the amount of times I get exhausted with a fic because everyone is trans is high. Again, exceptions are around, but the majority I find tend to have the vibes of 'I am so cool and edgy by having everyone trans even if nothing changes in the fic and everyone acts the exact same'. That is NOT making people trans, that's just wanting a pat on the back.

-Said it before... any fic where Bakugou is 'a sad baby uwu because Izuku took his advice' is an instant no because you just gave him man pain. "I'll be a hero for you," and then he's fucking canon? Nah, that's him deciding Izuku is a rallying cry, not him actually seeing his own faults.

This is just transphobic/homophobic/sexist

-Any gay fic where you make the female love interest a bitch. (I like to have actual onesided feelings and a nasty fall out but like... wow. Just fucking WOW. More so when you mix in shit like 'Uraraka is a gold digger after Bakugou so she'll try to break up BakuDeku uwu'. Dude if you want her to be a gold digger, Yaoyorozu is RIGHT THERE)

-I said this before but I notice that a lot of harem fics tend to have a bisexual Izuku but an all female harem. Look, yes preferences exist in real life. But fanfic is NOT REAL LIFE. You doing that is just a giant ass sign you're not okay with Izuku dating a guy even if you make him bisexual, which is pretty homophobic to me, no matter how many gay ships you slip in (which all get maybe like a second of screen time compared to the heterosexual ships). More so when you go for 1B girls. You have to basically make them OCs to have it work. No hate to OC/Canon ships, but like.... dude. I don't care if you didn't mean it like that, it is pretty fucking homophobic, because it isn't a real life person choosing it. It's you writing it.

-Said it before, but the amount of people writing NB Izuku fics which changes nothing but pronouns for Izuku and then going on about how making Izuku a girl isn't the same and it's way to much of a difference... transphobia much? You LITERALLY genderbent Izuku.

-Plus, again: I see way more transgirl Izuku being straight up fetishization where she dates all of the class 1A girls (dude we can tell what you're doing) compared to transguy Izuku. (It exists but it's rarer). A lot of NB fics (with exceptions again) as well give me sexist vibes by having it pretty apparent they consider it no different then canon Izuku but act as if him being a girl is to far. It's just sexism and transphobia then.

-Having one of the characters in a mlm pairing be super feminine. Do these people exist? Yes. But wow. Ya'll are leaning hard into heteronormativity dudes.

-Making the canon arospec character actually interested in romance while making the canonly heterosexual character aro/ace to explain why she's so cruel and so focused on a boy character. Hey, guess what that is? AROPHOBIA.

-Fics where Izuku is only friends with guys despite canonly being friends with girls, and we basically sideline all the female characters.

Bad Genderbends (With a focus on Male to Female)

-The majority of my fics/ideas are genderbends. Mostly cis!Female!Izuku cause I have fun exploring her life but like... as soon as I read a fic where nothing changes. At all, and everything is exactly the same as it is for canon Izuku? Out. That's an actually terrible fic, I am out, gone. Bye-bye. PEOPLE ARE NOT SOCIALIZED THE SAME. NO I DON'T CARE YOU ARE ALL ABOUT EQUALITY. Girls are not treated the same as guys.

-Completely abandoning the canon personality. Yeah, I know, the above, but just because socialization changes people doesn't mean you can completely change a character. Izuku as Izumi can still be a giant nerd who is super into working out, mutters up a storm and loves to watch hero fights. She can also love pink, gossip about boys and giggle over magazines. You can combine them. Again, I think this is related to sexism in a way due to the amount of people who seem unable to just... see that while the world does treat girls and guys different, they aren't in fact different?

-The fics where the assholes are right. You're just homophobic. Somewhat the same as the top, when people just turn a character into a girl without acknowledging the differences or the fact somethings would be the same to pair up characters they normally don't cause it's gay.

These Tropes are Overdone or Suck

-Bakugou faces consequences but it's a slap on the wrist, and he changes NOTHING about himself, but oh everything is okay and he dates Izuku/Ochako/Whoever.

-Izuku takes Bakugou's advice but it's blamed solely on All Might and Bakugou's actions are ignored and they become best friends/start dating! Or he takes Bakugou's advice and gets a Quirk, so everything is okay!

-Abusive Mitsuki is why Bakugou how he is. I only read 1 fic where this was actually treated like it should be. 'Cool motive, still murder'. Just because you have a shitty upbringing doesn't mean you can get away with assault and abuse.

-All Might bashing where they take his character and put it in a blender while claiming things are canon. No, I am serious. I have said someone say it's canon All Might overworked Izuku on purpose. Meanwhile canonly, Izuku decided to ignore his plan to work on his own time. All Might did agree to adjust the plan but like, holy shit. Or the ones where they act like it's canon he despises all Quirkless people/mutation Quirked people. Meanwhile he's the uncle to Melissa and has nothing but good things to say about heroes with mutations. There is ONE type of All Might being an Idiot I like, and it's where he's just a very stubborn old man set in his ways who doesn't see what he's doing is wrong. That makes sense. Not All Might murdering Izuku for knowing about OFA. He's a shit teacher who doesn't know when things are to far but wow. Nice character assassination there.

-Iida bashing cause he's a rule following nerd who hit Izuku while Ochako, who left Izuku alone in a mall so he got attacked by a villain and gets jealous of other girls, is an innocent pure angel. No seriously- both of these people are literally the same. It's just that people hate Iida for some reason? Meanwhile he's a dork who gets excited about beef stew, loves his family enough to kill for them, is the guy willing to help his friend come back to UA and while he did hit Izuku, it was in a situation where Iida was emotional and worried for his friend after he was permanently injured by Stain for doing something similar to Izuku.

-Aizawa bashing where they also take his character and shoot it out back. The guy who is terrified of people ending up like his friend ignoring outright abuse of their Quirks, willingly letting Izuku be beaten by classmates, refusing to read the files, brushing off students DYING, and trying to force students to stay in the hero course because he can't be wrong? Wow. Just make an OC and call it a day.

-Izuku has an OP Quirk that makes him a ladies man and he is so awesome and I can't finish it holy shit no.

-Inko is 100% a plot device and not really a character but DAMN ya'll need to chill out with the abusive Inko fics. Her systematically beating him and starving him and shit is just... WOW. Give me neglectful Inko who ends up abandoning him. Same amount of screentime as canon. Or give me my own blend, where she is a helicopter parent who is convinced she knows the right path for Izuku and gets angry enough to ignore him if he doesn't listen.

-Toga gets adopted by Inko and has a weird ass relationship with Izuku.

-Wooby Hawks fics when in reality this guy is a predator who can and will fuck you up, and I 100% think he's some level of yandere about those he considers 'his'.

-If I had a penny for the amount of times Dabi gets redeemed and it's the blandest shit on earth, I'd be rolling in money. Give me drama if you want him redeemed.

-Anything where Endeavour wasn't that bad/misunderstood. Though also, in general I find fics where he's actually a terrible hero dumb to. He's number two out of how many? Man is a shit person, but a good hero.

[fraugremlinreads]

These Hollow Vows by Lexi Ryan

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TW: Casual Mentions or discussions of Rape, Torture, Slavery and Dubcon sex work, especially in regards to women.

Not Recommended. My disappointment was immeasurable. With most romantasy, I already go in with some relatively low expectations, but I really did not think they needed to be any lower. The sins of this Book (and the series as I took the time to also read book 2 and my criticisms hold up but I wont cover it bc its not worth it) are these 3 things; The terribly bland yet übermensch FMC, The horrible exposition and info dumping to peddle the plot, and the constant plot holes created to try any form of "plot twist" because of both point 1 and 2.

Spoilers and Vicious n depth review that I beg you to read ↓↓

Female MC is your average pretty ugly not like other girls who is constantly agonizing over how any MALE can be attracted to her while also asking for pants every five seconds because "UWU I DOWNT WIKE DWESSES." When she isnt complaining about how boring and bland she is (rightfully so, i mean she is basically a plank of wood with a red wig) everyone in the world is obsessed with her and how important she is.

ALSO SHE HAS MAGIC POWERS BECAUSE SHE IS THE CHOSEN ONE OF DESTINY. this is also clarified very early btw even if our FMC was too dumb to understand because we basically get lore dump info in the first 6 chapters that clarify this so painfully obvious that I genuinely think you would need to be lacking a brain to not realize this is the case. Every single plot twist is disclosed to you via chapter 1-6 btw. you basically have everything you really need. From there you get a random child who info dumps on future plot things for FMC because they have mysterious visions!!!!!

Perhaps the reason there is so many characters who basically hand deliver the entire plot that FMC is too dumb to make the connections to herself is because. heaven forbid she actually have to think about anything other than which of the two princes she wants to f*ck first! Her sister has been sold into slavery and she is more preoccupied with which spoiled brat prince who is fighting over her like children she should give herself to first, all the while saying "teehee nobody could ever want lil ol pants wearing me UWU".

An example of a plot hole is in the first 5 chapters where FMC Sister gets sold into slavery. this is on the back summary of the book btw so we know it happens. in Chapter 1 she finds a contract with her sisters name on it when robbing some guy, yada yada it expires tomorrow and shes like oh no i cant think about this. she goes home and oh no one of her friends, whom we will never see again, daughter also made a contract and will be taken away and become a slave and so our heroine, with her big kind heart, gives her money away to her friend. She goes home to reveal she is basically CINDERELLAxROBIN HOOD LMFAO WITH AN EVIL AUNT AND TWO EVIL COUSINS (because female characters can only be good if everyone in their life hates them and wants to abuse them, amiright fellas!) and she also has a contract to pay off with them in debt, and also her sister has not one, but two contracts of debt i guess. but its ok that she is late on her payments bc she always is. Next day comes and the aunt sells her sister into slavery for being late on payments.... why? WE HAD A VERY CLEAR POTENTIAL CANIDATE WITH THE GUY SHE ROBBED. which is never brought up again. It was a pointless GASP PLOT TWIST when we already knew it was going to happen, its just the aunt did it first?????? bc she was bored??????????????? This literally only happens to make sure the aunt, whom will also never be seen again, is painted as comedically evil as possible to make us think bohoo poor Ariebella.

And then there is a whole portion of the book where FMC is basically drugged and it exists for no reason other than to make her flirt with love interest #2 because there is nothing that comes of it. she just acts drunk and tries to sleep with him and hes like "No sry ur drugged" AT LEAST THE AUTHOR HAD THE DECENCY TO DO THAT I GUESS???? NOT HAVE HER BE DRUG RAPED. My expectations are so fucking low that i am proud of Lexi for this.

If anyone ever tells me again that Male authors cant write women as well as Women, I will show them a long list of incompetent female authors who use romantacy as a power self insert fantasy to have studs fawn over them while they erase and harm other women who dont have the middle+ class luxury of buying their empowerment.