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[phantommaws]

Fic Fact - Hange and the Jaegerists

‼️Trigger Warning - mentions of torture‼️

If you are sensitive to this type of material then I highly suggest that you skip this post.

This hasn’t been mentioned so far but it’s going to be so I thought it best to give a little bit of context.

In my fic Against All Odds, Hange is incredibly protective of their lower back and refuses to let anyone except Levi see it and for a very specific reason that broke Levi’s heart when he learned about it.

When the Jaegerists were trying to find out where Levi had taken Zeke, they tried to force Hange to give up his location. Hange refused and retorted that they would never betray their partner and endanger his life by giving up the secret. Floch did not like this stubbornness and, as a result, ordered that the 14th Scout Regiment Commander be “coerced into cooperation by force.”

This resulted in Hange being branded with the word “traitor” across their lower back and two of their back teeth on either side of their mouth were removed. Hange still didn’t break after this, and only gave in once Shadis was beaten and when Floch threatened the life of Alex, Hange’s beloved younger brother.

[konigsblog]

taking virgin loser-könig's virginity. (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)

könig hasn't lost his virginity for a plethora of reasons. whether that be because of his depravity and desperation towards drunk women at bars, or his creepiness. or perhaps you could blame his social anxiety holding him back, but we all know that könig is a social reject; a loser.

he's way too excited when you offer to ride him, although he doesn't tell you he's a virgin. to some, it would've been noticeable; his heavy breathing and wide, shocked eyes when you ease down onto his length, or his eagerness to continue despite the flushed, dizzy expression on his face. his cheeks flush a rosy pink, his eyelids half-closed, and his veiny dick aching inside your tight heat. you caress könig's jaw tenderly, cooing at him for acting like a dog in heat.

you kiss his forehead while he attempts to hold himself back from thrusting upward into you. you have to physically restrain him by pinning his gross, dirty hands to his sides so that his touch won't wander, preventing him from slipping his fingers into your tight asshole. he grunts and gasps at the new, addictive sensation. god, you'll be an addiction, that's for sure. könig heaves and growls, tears brimming in his waterline at the euphoria burning inside of him and a cheeky and mischievous grin plastered on his face.

könig flips you over onto your stomach, pinning you down and ruts into you mercilessly. his loving, soft eyes roll to the back of head as he loses control and fucks himself stupid using your tight, swollen cunt. you whimper and mewl out blissfully, so sore yet so pleased to have such a girthy, fat cock stuffed inside your wet folds.

only afterwards, when you're laying on his chest will he quietly and shamefully admit to being a virgin, when you're half-asleep and exhausted after being filled with ropes of his pearly, creamy semen.

[jegreversebang]

Introducing the 1st Jegulus Reverse Bang!

[Thank you to @peachrtistic for letting us use their art for our event.]

In the Jegulus Fandom we have the Jegulus Big Bang events, but has anyone ever considered that event in reverse? Well, here we are! Calling all artists and authors! If you are interested in this event, please let us know here if you would be interested in a discord server.

What is a reverse bang?

A reverse bang is simply a Big Bang in reverse. In a reverse bang, the art is created first and is used to inspire a fanfic. Artists will submit art sketches and a prompt relating to their art for authors to claim. Authors will then write a story inspired by the art. This event is meant to be fun and collaborative for all involved! This event was inspired by the Prongsfoot Reverse Bang.

How can I participate?

When sign-ups begin, artists will submit their concept. No art will be required just yet. That comes later on. Artists will sign-up via a form, and fill out as much information as possible. After authors will sign up to claim an art piece later down the road.

How many works can I contribute?

Two. You may sign up as either an artist twice, or and artist an author. At this time we are only allowing everyone to sign up as an author once, unless you would like to be a pinch hitter, if needed.

Other important information:

For more important information about this event, please check out our rules and faq page.

What is the schedule?

Artist Sign-ups: November 1st - 15th Author Sign-ups: November 15th - 30th Beta Sign-ups: November 15th and on Artist Check-in: December 5th Art Submission Due: December 14th Art Preview: December 16th Art Claiming: December 18th - 22nd Pairings Announced: December 26th Check-In #1: January 1st - 5th Check-In #2: February 10th - 15th Check-In #3: March 6th - 10th April 7th-10th: Fics/Art Due April 15th: Posting Begins

See you on November 1st!

[ipostmysimpingstuffanonymously]

My entry for a prompt week we organized on the SatoSho Discord Server. The prompt was Soft Touches

[dazesanddoodles]

crazy how they’re actually dating in canon right now

[amiti-art]

Did you guys know that Admetus' son Eumelus was fighting in the Trojan war?

Alcestis: I worry about Eumelus, it's been 10 years. I fear we will never see him again.

Admetus: Don't worry dear, I'm sure Apollo is watching over him, like he always watched over our family.

Meanwhile in Troy

Apollo: *kills dozens of Greeks with the plague. Constantly protects Hector and makes sure he can kill as many Greeks as humanly possible. Helps Trojan princes kill Greeks' best warriors*

Eumelus after seeing all of this: mom come pick me up I'm scared

But all jokes aside

Can you imagine Eumelus coming back home and seeing Apollo visiting his parents?

He sees Apollo being loving and kind to Admetus, he sees Apollo being gentle and friendly with Alcestis. He saw that his entire childhood, he saw the god of music, knowledge, light and poetry.

But now, after the war, Eumelus can't help but only see the god of plagues, the destroyer of men. He can't forget the horrible smell of disease and rotting human flesh, he can't forget what happend in Troy.

Obviously, it's not only one sided. Eumelus was fighting in this war, he helped destroy the city, he does have blood on his hands. And that could make him even more terrified of Apollo. Because he helped destroy the city that was under Apollo's protection.

What if one of the man he killed had Apollo's favour like Hector did? What if the only thing standing between him and Apollo's rage are his parents? What if Apollo is waiting for them to pass away to punish Eumelus? He can be patient, he's a god after all, he have all the time in the world. What if Pherae (their polis) will lose Apollo's favour with Admetus' death? What if Apollo will send a plague upon them as soon as Eumelus takes his father's throne? He can't stop thinking about all of this every time he sees Apollo.

I also like to think that Apollo did protect Eumelus despite being on the other side of the war. After all, Eumelus didn't die during the plage. He didn't die in the last battle despite being on the front line, inside of the Trojan horse. He made it home while most of the Greeks didn't.

He had and still have Apollo's favour, he just can't see it through his fear.

[lxgentlefolkcomic]

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Dialogue transcripts:

Panel 1

Jack (voiceover): We are honored that you are visiting despite your busy schedule, Dr. Jekyll.

Jekyll (voiceover): I indeed rarely pay visits, but… we do live in unusual times.

Jekyll: ...

Panel 2

Jekyll: And Dr. Van Helsing has told me a great deal about you, Dr. Seward. Thus, I trust you will be an excellent help in investigating my findings.

Panel 3

Jack: Thank you for your trust. But the scientist we would like you to meet is better suited than me.

Jekyll (offscreen): Oh? Can I see him?

Griffin: That’s complicated.

Panel 4

Griffin: Ashley Griffin. Optics genius. And the only scientist in this house with any visible results.

Panel 5

Jekyll: The—the Invisible Man of Iping?? I thought that was a hoax…

Jack: I told you to wait until I had prepared him…

Panel 6

Jekyll: Pardon me, sir, but… You experimented on yourself?

Griffin: As any pioneer worth his salt ought to. I obtained the desired results, too.

Panel 7

Jekyll (offscreen): And the reports about murder?

Griffin: I–I didn’t—Listen, it was self-defense—

Jack: Past actions notwithstanding, Mr. Griffin has turned over a new leaf.

Panel 8

Jack (voiceover): Thus, on behalf of Mrs. Harker’s league, we are wondering, doctor… would you consider assisting us? For the good of our fellow man?

Panel 9

Jekyll (voiceover): ...I shall consider it.

Paper: I accept your proposal. -Dr Henry Jekyll

[savvylittlecoxswain]

Characters Bios for The Boys in the Boat

[itsnobodysproblem]

So like

What very specific ao3 tag do you go absolutely balls to the walls crazy for?

Like i don't mean fluff or hurt/comfort or even stuff like sharing a bed. I mean something that might be in less than 1% of the fics you're interested in. Something that might elicit the response "wait, that's a tag? I mean i guess but-" from your friends, or at least create general confusion and/ or concern.

I'll go first

Mine's hypothermia

Absolutely insane for that shit. I check ao3 for new hypothermia fics in my favourite fandoms like every 2 or 3 months. I... Ok It's cuddling to save a life, what's not to like? It's a way of having your characters in danger of death but have them be basically fine the next day.

(I mean yea I'm aware that irl moderate to severe hypothermia can have lasting effects but-)

And I mean unless it's real bad and they lose some fingers it's pretty chill on the physical consequences (ha, chill!) so that's a plus

Also did i mention CUDDLING TO SAVE LIVES?? MAN THATS INSANE

The contrast between the frozen one being like "actually I've stopped shivering so ig I'm doing better. I'm even warm" and the rescuer knowing those are you're-at-death's-doorstep symptoms??? DISGUSTING I LOVE IT

GAH!! Just-

Yea man, I'm so normal about this

[phantommaws]

No art for tonight I’m afraid but I’mma leave you guys with this little wholesome thought for Against All Odds. Imagine Hange getting ready for their first ambassadorial trip with Armin and the others. The night before when they’re packing their bags, they just can’t stop yapping about how excited they are while Levi is just laying in bed eating up every single word because he loves it when Hange gets excited about something as it makes them smile and their eyes practically light up.

On the boat? Pure insanity, they just can’t contain the excitement and they literally have zoomies because they can’t wait to try new things and see new places.

[sarathrwizard]

I Care. Chapter 5???!??!?!!!!!!??!?!!

Yup! That is right! I am adding yet, another chapter to the I Care. Comic!

And I'm not even done with chapter 4!!! 😵

But I'm almost there! Later this week I'm sure to post it! Just have a few more pages to colour!

But in any case, see you later this week! 😉👍

I'm excited! What about you??? 😄

[moonagedaydreamsofrhiannon]

MARAUDERS FANS LET JAMES POTTER BE A LITTLE BIT OF A CUNT PLEASE

[justaz]

somehow for some reason the knights take on a spell that lights up the scars that litter their bodies. arthur has the most with leon as a close second. gwaine and percival and pretty much tied for third though gwaines are much smaller - from more brawls than battles. elyan and lancelot have their fair share but less that the others. that is until they turn to see merlin lit up like a goddamn glowstick. the others (bar lancelot) had been expecting maybe a few nicks from being on the outskirts of battles or mishaps from working on a farm back in ealdor, not……this. the light (which shines through their clothes as if the fabric isn’t even there) is practically blinding on merlin, covering every inch of skin. more so than even arthur. lancelot prompts them all to move on and everyone does, holding themselves back from asking the questions they desperately want answered

[lestatdelioncourte]

Call for participants for interviews about tagging on Archive of Our Own

Hiya, I am looking to speak to fanfiction authors who publish and tag fanfiction on Archive of Our Own for a short online interview about the tagging system. This is to aid research for my dissertation for an MA in Library and Information Studies at University College London looking at the knowledge organisation of Archive of Our Own through the tags and tag wranglers.

If you are interested, you need to be:

Over the age of 18

Have published and tagged fanfiction of Archive of Our Own in the last 3 years (in any fandom)

Have some familiarity with the tagging system, including the role of tag wranglers (don't worry if you don't know much, i just want people who are interested in the tagging system really!)

If this is you, and you would be interested in taking part, please fill out this form or send me a DM/email (uczcmdh@ucl.ac.uk) and I would be happy to chat about the study and give you more information.

[el-delphi]

Reblogging if I need this information for a fix

What is the difference between Raven’s Soul Self and the Speed Force, when it comes to Travelling Dimensions?

I feel very confused about these 2 things. From what I understand…

Raven’s Soul Self is apparently the nexus between the souls of all dimensions both known and unknown. This makes sense because the universe itself has a soul. So Raven just sorta walks into her soul to get to another dimensions because she’s apart of them and they are apart of her.

While the Speed Force… I have no clue what the Speed Force is. From what I understand a Flash sorta punctures there dimension and another to get to that dimension.

I could totally be wrong about this but I feel like it’s an interesting question. Cause than you have to ask yourself… Does Raven know when a Flash enters another dimension? Does it hurt? If it does hurt how significant is the pain compared to the pain happening everywhere all at once?

@reverseflashes @gorogues @longitudinalwaveme @inverted-typo @ravenfan1242 @fancyfade

im totally just asking a random verity of people because I’d love to hear there opinions.🧐

[coffeeghoulie]

Ghostober Day 12: Bondage

Much thanks to @kroas-adtam for putting Ghostober together <3

Pairing: Zephyr/Ifrit

Zephyr wants to make their flame look pretty, and Ifrit is happy to oblige.

Mature, 1.1k. They/Them for Zephyr. Contains bondage (technically shibari but i have plans for that day re: the other prompt)

Divider by @wrathofrats <3

"Are you ready, my flame?"

Zephyr's voice cuts through the chatter already starting to cloud Ifrit's mind; he shakes his head to try and clear it. He straightens up, shifting a little on the cushioned stool Zephyr's directed him to sit on as they set their cool hands on his broad shoulders, the point of their chin resting between his spiral horns.

Ifrit takes a deep breath, relaxing some under the points of contact. "I, uh." Ifrit pauses. Clears his throat. Zephyr doesn't try to fill the silence. "Not sure if I'm going to be able to sit still for this, Zeph."

Zephyr hums, a warbling, soft note like a dove's call. Considering. "Would you like some help?"

The fire ghoul huffs a breath through his nose, charcoal lashes resting on his cheeks as he shuts his eyes. "Please help, Zee?"

The air ghoul's head moves to press a kiss just under the point of his ear, nose nudging the several gold earrings threaded through the lobe. "Of course I'll help. Hands?"

"Will they be in the way if they're behind my back?" Ifrit cranes his neck to glance at his mate over his shoulder.

"Not terribly, no," Zephyr hums, trailing kisses down random spots over Ifrit's shoulders, over freckles that look like little flakes of white ash. "I think I saw a modification to what I wanted to put you in that restrains the arms behind the back as well."

"You gonna share with the class, 'specially because you're putting me in it?" he asks lightheartedly, taking a deep breath of the sweet apple blossoms and mint of their scent, letting it settle any residual nerves. There is no one else Ifrit trusts as much as his air ghoul. Will put himself into their hands time and time again.

Zephyr hums again. Drags one of those hands down Ifrit's sternum, feeling the rabbit pulse of his heart. "Was thinking a chest harness. Frame your perfect tits. But," They trail off, pianist's fingers tracing a pattern of lines across his skin. "A nice pentagram across your chest."

Ifrit groans softly, letting his head roll back softly onto Zephyr's shoulder. "We making this a religious thing, Zee? Lust for our Lord and all that?"

Zephyr shrugs, raising an eyebrow. "If you'd like to see it like that. I imagine we don't need to dedicate it to Him for it to count."

"I mean, just wasn't expecting a ritual when you said you wanted to play, is all."

Zephyr smiles, gap between their front teeth. "No, flame, no ritual. Just wanted to make you look nice for me."

"I'll never say no to that," Ifrit says. "Just, might need some help sitting still. Don't want to mess up your work."

"That can be taken care of," Zephyr laughs, finally leaving Ifrit's side to grab the two hanks of rope set out on their nightstand. They're beautiful pieces, if they had to say, each length dyed an ombre of yellow to orange to red and back. Slowly, Zephyr makes their way back to their mate. "Grab your elbows."

Ifrit flashes them a grin before complying, wrapping thick fingers gently around his arms. Zephyr pulls up a matching stool to the one Ifrit's on, taking a seat and unwinding the shorter hank of rope.

Zephyr hums something soft and melodic as they begin to work, tying Ifrit's wrists together with a simple cuff. It's slow and precise, even with such a simple tie. Zephyr smiles as they watch Ifrit's shoulders relax as they check the tightness and tension. He's always so worried he'll move and mess up a tie, wants nothing more than to be good for them, and Zephyr's always happy to indulge him in stillness.

"Better?" they ask as they tie off the cuffs.

"Much," Ifrit nods, not a moment of hesitation.

Zephyr smiles, rubbing their cheek against his shoulder with a soft coo before unwinding the second hank of rope. They give him a moment to enjoy the nuzzling before straightening, adjusting his posture. "Alright, my flame. Nice and still so I can make you look pretty."

Ifrit's back straightens, his shoulders flexed as the rope holds his hands behind his back. Even the finest sculptors' works couldn't compare to their flame, but Zephyr shakes their head as they begin to work.

It's meditative, and Zephyr even dares to think they might enjoy this more than Ifrit does, even as they sense his breathing slow and ease. They don't need to be quintessence to know that all of the thoughts have quieted in his overactive brain as they work.

Zephyr weaves the rope carefully over and around Ifrit's shoulders, between his biceps and his body. Solid horizontal bands that sit above and below his pecs. Each tie is checked meticulously, two of Zephyr's fingers between the rope and Ifrit's skin, warm to the touch like they're holding their hand over a flickering candle. The rope gets undone if Zephyr's not satisfied, finds the slightest flaw in how the tie sits over Ifrit's body. Nothing but perfection for their fire ghoul.

If Ifrit ever gets impatient with Zephyr's meticulous fussing, he never shows it; when Zephyr stands in front of him to arrange the pentagram over his heart, his eyes are soft and unfocused.

Ifrit lifts his head slowly, meeting Zephyr's eyes, giving them a tiny, crooked smile. His dark hair falls out of its ponytail, loose waves brushing the tops of his shoulders. Zephyr returns his expression as they tie off the last knot, taking a step back to admire their work.

As always, Ifrit's a vision, and Zephyr lets their eyes rake hungrily over his chest, his dusky nipples peaked from exposure to the cool air around them. His tits are perfectly framed by rope, seemingly making them bulge even further. Zephyr, despite their grip on their composure, feels their mouth water at the sight.

"You did such a good job staying still for me, my flame," they coo. Something in Ifrit's eyes flash and spark at the praise, and a glance down to his lap finds his cock bulging at the front of his gym shorts as he starts to harden. "I suppose I should reward you for such good behavior."

"Yeah?" Ifrit asks, voice slow as Zephyr moves to stand behind him once again. Their hands come up to his chest, pianist's fingers dimpling the muscle and fat.

Zephyr nips at Ifrit's earlobe, at the gold ring threaded through it as they begin to whisper. "Anything for my good little flame."

Ifrit's responding groan is music to Zephyr's ears.