#fic: disturbia

[navybrat817]

Will there be any other husbands in the Disturbia neighborhood?

Is there someone you're hoping to see, nonnie?

Love and thanks. ❤️

[mermaidgirl30]

I made a moodboard. This is just a concept, but big Disturbia vibes 👀 I kinda really want to write this now, too. I’ve always wanted to do a thriller fic with a romance aspect. And with Joel Miller? Sign me up!

[supernaturalkickparty]

Woke up this morning thinking of bright lights of disturbia and how that fic made me cry and kinda broke me.

Would I read it again? I mean yeah, but not right now. My emotions and head aren't that good right now.

[twochildreninamoteldemo]

Hi op here, on my sideblog. How did this get so many notes??? Banger post if I do say so myself. Anyways, saw a video today about a fic tagged with noncon which was being bashed on in the comments for....being tagged with noncon. This is tiktok, so, not a surprise, but still. The fic is tagged with noncon because the main theme in it is about the PTSD and trauma that comes from rape and repeated violation--sexual and otherwise! The video even showed all the tags and warnings which explained this, but people chose to ignore anyway. Where are the critical thinking skills in fandom. Where

yall DO realize that when tags on ao3 are like "abusive relationships" "homophobia" "racism" "consent issues/r*pe" they are there to protect you, right? you do realize that those tags being there lets you know that an author RECOGNIZES when something is wrong and is explicitly tagging that because it's a story that discusses those things right? you do realize that the author is not *shudders* condoning those things, right?

[yandere-wishes]

⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡Acolyte⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆

𐙚Yandere! Qimir/The Master x Reader

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Plot: Your loneliness is suffocating, engulfing. Qimir is the only one who seems to subdue the pain. But every forbidden fruit has its price.

⁀➷Warnings: Yandere behavior, gore, angst (at the end), author having an anxiety attack over this fic  

🪐Note: Why is the longest thing I've ever written for a fandom that barely exists? Anyway, here's the long-awaited Qimir piece!

⁺₊𝄞₊⁺ : Disturbia - Rihanna, Dark Vacay & Motion Picture Soundtrack - CAS

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Your master's anger is tangible. You harbour it stubbornly on your tongue. Relishing in the frustration. You aren't sure how many times you've cut out your soul to place at a master's feet. Gnawing on perfect lips to keep quiet during another scolding. Your new master's disappointment reverberates through the room. Thick and oozing like an infected wound.

You messed up again.

"We do not injure other padawans during training. We do not lash out and attack, especially when your training partner has fallen. How have you trained for so long without comprehending these basics?"

The rage that boils inside you is not Jedi in nature. It's something else, a bizarre second, something ancient, ghoulish. An all-consuming fire that burns inside your veins. It shouldn't feel so welcoming, so familiar.

You roll your eyes.

"With all due respect master. How is one to win, if they do not strick when given the opportunity? That too should be a basic notion, no?"

You see the anger snake across your master's face. A defeated, disgruntled, glance that you've become a bit too acquainted with. This is the look that all your previous masters give you. And yet none have yet to master its eeriness quite as well as your first master. Master Sol.

Your master sighs, a piercing noise, deflating every ounce of his willpower. You are exhausting to be around, his annoyance is becoming discernible. "Master Sol is coming by the temple to check your...progress. He's requested a few items to take back with him. Please go fetch them from the apothecary."

Progress is a gentle word and Jedi love using gentle words. It's easier to say than the full truth. Sugar-coated things always taste better.

But the sugar refuses to stick to you.

It burns away in your bitterness.

Coruscant is a distant memory, it was never your home to begin with. But the high bustling volume is something that is hard to forget. Here things are quiet, you slip through the bazaar undetected. Small basket clutched tightly. You wonder what's dragging your former master halfway across the galaxy. You wonder if it's really just to see you.

You gaze blankly at the holographic list. A few rare herbs and some medical roots. This planet grows them in abundance, and the local apothecary carries more than its fair share.

The apothecary is an old, disheveled thing. The older Jedi say that its presence is as old as the temple itself. Odd how some things have a will of iron. You gently rap at the worn metal door, waiting for an invitation to enter. The hinges cry as the door opens ever so slightly. You squeeze in, surveying the cluttered den. Careful to avoid the half-empty bottles and neon puddles scattered across the floor.

"Excuse me" your voice holds an urgent annoyance. Where is the pharmacist? What kind of store owner abandons their shop in the midday? You run your fingers across the strange bottles, letting your nails pick at the murky glass. The colors flash, begging to be freed, strange space pinks, and summer oranges all trapped inside square prisons. Baby poisons dying to taste the world, burning it if they must, but experiencing it nonetheless, tasting their own form of freedom. Funny, they almost remind you of yourself.

Trapped and fatal.

"Hello?", the voice behind you is languid, dozy. Mirroring a late afternoon nap. When the man next speaks you notice a lyrical lint "What brings you here little lady?". You turn to see it, the voice, or rather the man harboring the voice. He's loosely robed and shaggy in the way that only the most spirited vagabonds are. He smiles tenderly upon seeing your face, strange red fruit caught between his teeth. "I um...I" you click your tongue anxiously against the roof of your mouth. Feeling around for those pesky words, in the end, you just shove the hologram holder forward, hoping he'll understand.

"Oh, I see, out here doing some chores?" You nod, mind preoccupied with the otherwordly fruit. "what's that?" you ask, schoolgirl curiosity lacing your voice. "What, this?" he asks holding the freckled thing between his fingers, it's only in the mild light that you notice the shimmering gold scattered across its red skin. The stranger laughs, walking closer, he places the hologram base on the black table, clicking it on as he studies the list. "They're called strawberries. They're from the forest planets, not many grow here in the mid-rims." He's nimble as he packs the herbs and roots, fumbling with the straw ties. "care for a bite" he asks, handing you the bitten fruit.

Hesitantly you bite.

Letting the sweetness erupt on your tongue.

"Thank you" you mumble trying not to moan at the foreign taste. The stranger laughs, it's a cheery noise like birds chirping in first bloom tress. "you're a Jedi, aren't you?" he asks stepping around the table, eyebrows furrowed, caught in a dream he doesn't seem to understand. You choke on the rogue static as he steps closer, eyes half-lidded dreaming of nothing. "Here..."

"Wha-" your voice catches in your throat, it's getting harder to breathe.

"Your supplies" He hands you the brown paper bag, motion a little too phlegmatic to be right.

"Oh, right...thanks" You anxiously shove the bag into your basket and scurry out of the shop. Holding your breath.

"Come back soon." the voice chirps behind you.

Your old master arrives by spaceship, a newer, albeit worn model. The landing pad ejects to reveal a small escort.

Master,

Knight,

Padwan,

Apostate,

You stand still watching as they descend. Bits of envy bubble in your throat watching your former master and his band of little heroes. You wish you had their belonging. Forgoing the loneliness to find kinsmanship with your coterie. You swallow down the bitter thoughts as they finally approach you.

Master Sol's smile reaches his eyes. Gentle and wise. The true epidemy of a Jedi in every sense of the word. Funny how he now has two failures under his belt. None of which are capable of scratching his shining repute.

His hands are on your shoulders, bright smile. "My padawan, it's been too long." You try to bow, awkwardly and stiffly. "Mater Sol, I'm grateful you've come to asses my progress". If he hears your doubt he doesn't show it. Instead, he reintroduces you to Yord, Jacki, Osha.

You try to be polite. Gulp down the awkwardness

You imagine the taste of strawberries on your tongue.

Remember their stiff sweetness and prickly tasteless freckles.

You smile. Easier this time.

They'll stay here for some time. Hunting assassins and documenting progress in their free time. Jacki seems more invested in your training than you are, trying to teach you everything she knows. At least she doesn't mind the rough play, the violent strikes, and sloppy prideful defenses. She speaks in pointers and parries. She's the one to drag you along these assassin hunts. Welcoming you...or at least trying to.

But there is something else at play. Darker, broader, Sol and Jecki welcome you into the fray. Yet you still feel your old master's hesitance, he's still wary of you. Worried about your anger, your defiance.

The distance grows, some icy void.

Sol used to tell you fairytales. This was back when you'd been young and bright-eyed. Freshly welcomed into the order and still overflowing with artless hope for a colorful future.

But even back then, he had known there was something wrong with you.

Looking back it was evident.

Every story started and ended the same. Little princess against the big bad world. Holding out until her prince came along. Only problem was the morals never registered right in your little messed-up brain.

Why didn't the princess fall for the dragon, the wolf, the tyrant king with a crown of bones? Why didn't she swoon and sigh over someone rousing, compelling? A paradox wrapped in black ember? Why settle for a sun-painted prince, with no complexities, no mysteries to unravel?

You would have married the dragon, or the wolf, or the tyrant king with a crown of bones.

Even back then, it was evident something was wrong.

The temple's roof isn't restricted per se.

It's rather abandoned as opposed to forbidden.

Maybe that's why you find solace here. The abandonment feels familiar, similar. The chipped cement kisses the soles of your feet, you imagine it's something like walking upon the rough terrain of a star.

You breathe in the night air deeply.

Expecting the fragile scents of moonshine and star glitter.

Instead, you choke on heavy mist and blood-drenched air.

The thing standing in front of you isn't human. It can't be human. It's created from the blackness, ebony in all the ways a living thing shouldn't be. For a second you think you're staring at a black hole. No doubt this creature crawled out of one.

What sheer willpower one must need to drag themselves out of endless nothingness?

"Little Jedi should not brave the night alone."

It speaks

"There are far too many monsters roaming in the dark"

Its face never moves, statue in all the ways the figures towering over the entrance aren't. This statue is something else, a lost page to some forgotten epic. Carved from gems born in darkness. Evil and rotten.

"What are you?" your voice susurrate, quivering in this surreal scene. The air is thicker now, overflowing with raw static.

Your fingers itch for your saber. Only when the cold metal kisses your palm do you regain some semblance of reality.

The hiss, the green light.

The figure chuckles.

Its voice bouncing from every direction. Everywhere all at once. When it speaks the air cackles, raining as if it were a frightened child.

"I am something akin to you, another child of the force" His voice comes out distorted, uneven in tone. "I am what's birthed when one learns of the true strength of the force."

Your body moves on its own, feet kicking the ground sprinting faster and faster before the final leap. You aim for the helmet, for the morbid toothy grin permanently etched within steel. In a flash the word stills, floating around you like fluorescent bubbles, the rain tumbles around you, curving and diving for the wet ground. It dares not land on something within his grasp.

You feel the slithering across your body. They start from the ground, summed from the unknown depths. Clinging firmly to your ankles before inching up your knees, your hips, your neck.

long, slipper tendrils curling around your body. The figure watches, bare arm outstretched. You should probably be focused on how the unseen things are inching closer to your mouth. Not on the toned muscles and limber fingers of the monster. Not on how, for a fraction of a heartbeat, his smile appears genuine, caring, aimed straight at you.

Only You

They finally reach your lips, prying your teeth ajar and flooding your mouth. Sinking deeper and deeper into your soul, your mind, you.

The smile grows.

In a blink you're suspended in the space between worlds, dark damning thing cradling your body.

"The dark side once belonged to the Jedi, yet they chose to discard it. Deeming it malignant, ungovernable."

Your weightlessness unnerves you. You're malleable in this void.

"Those few who embraced its calling were dubbed Sith." He says the word with such fervent pride. Devoted to it's weight and all it carries. You try to roll the word off your own tongue only for it to burn the roof of your mouth.

The stranger stalks closer, lethal and lithe.

The void vibrates, the darkness bends to his will.

He reaches down to cup your face. His fingers feel warm, welcoming. You nuzzle into his palm, fighting the urge to kiss each finger and suck on the dark force they emit. "You..." he starts, his voice shakes you to the core. Its horror amplifies with the proximity. You wonder if it'll cut through steel, armor, flesh.

your flesh.

"You aren't like the other temple dwellers. You have potential."

His thumb presses your lower lip, demanding entrancing. You comply, needing to feel something solid.

Something you've been denied your whole life.

"They keep you locked away. Trading you between craven masters. Seeing who can tame you first."

He nicks his thumb on your teeth,

Pressing bone into dentin.

His essence drips into you.

He tastes of power.

Of dark, dreadful things you can not name.

"They do not know how to train you. How to use your power..."

The world crumbles, ebony midnights giving way to reality. You feel yourself fall, plunging through the air like a comet bent on destruction.

"They only break you further"

Your knees collide with the harsh ground. Skin splintering in the aftermath giving way to bruises and bloodmarks.

The ground feels too solid beneath you.

A poly, a ruse.

You all but expect to melt through it. Slipping and falling into the vacuum, into him, once more.

He hovers above. Absolute in his strength. You're beginning to believe that blackholes birth divinity. Eyes shimmering with fanatic fidelity, staring up at the holy creature commanding the storm.

"Teach me..."

You've never begged for anything so terribly in your life.

But you need this.

this power

this control.

him.

Sol never told just how the princess met the villain.

He never said it wasn't love at first fright.

Sol insists that the local apothecary knows the truth behind the Jedi-killer. Definite that the unseemly man can tell you something important. He sends Osha inside to play Mea. To get the man to talk.

You crowd around the communicator urging back giggles. Yord's chin is placed upon your shoulder and Jecki's cheek rests against yours. Their touches come so early. And yet they are utterly alien.

"He will be so pleased." No sooner have the words chime from the corroded speakers that Sol is ushering you all towards the small metal hut.

Yord entwines his fingers with you as he runs.

Jacki wraps around your arm.

You feel at times they are trying to tame you.

Befriend the feral puppy they found in the backyard.

The apothecary's face is utterly stunned. He's stammering over his words fear glistening in his eyes as he stares at Sol. "Please, please don't wipe my memories. Or whatever it is you Jedi do." A rosy blush colors your cheeks, at his terror. It's terribly amusing seeing someone so carless, anxiously list off everything he knows. You almost feel bad for the poor scared man.

There isn't anything important here. But Sol decides that you will all return at midnight. The Jedi-killer will be back. Apparently, Qimir -that's his name, that the strawberry-eating, disheveled pharmacist's name- is holding something of value for her.

There's a tug on your wrist as you go to follow the others. Gentle and firm as he pulls you to his chest. "Come by tonight. I'll have some strawberries waiting for you." why does he feel too genuine? When you turn to look at him, he's painted in his usual sweet carefree smile that tugs at your heart.

He looks so innocent...

Starlight really brings out his eyes. He's laughing with a nervous smile,

School-boy crush on full display. You're licking strawberry juice from your hands as you listen to him talk. Backs pressed against the rusty wall and bodies half sprawled in the dirt. He's telling you about the first time the Hutts made him retrieve a plushie for their son from another solar system.

Qimir's voice feels like rose peddles melting into your skin. Sweet, jejeune, free. You offer him a berry from your pile. Watching tentatively as he submerges the red fruit into his mouth. Missing your fingers by an inch. He's laughing after the fact, head thrown back as if he's about to engulf the stars. You decide to laugh too.  

"Are you really that lonely," he says in a voice that's almost not his own. You're not expecting the invasive question, although you guess he means well. The words still cut deep. Piercing through the laughter, stunning you for a breath too long. "No...I'm a Jedi, we do not-"

"Form personal connection. I know...But you just look so lonely." He shuffles closer, the dirt particles almost look celestial in this light. Your fingers pitch a civil war. Pinching and clawing at each other. "No, yes. I don't really get along with the others." He rolls his eyes, bored and amused in the same breath. "Yeah, no wonder your money." He's picking at another strawberry, letting the crunch fill up the silence. You're beginning to think he just likes having something to chew on. Gulping down the anxiety with something toothsome.

He's a little closer now, fingers gingerly tucking back your hair. His fingerprints reverberate across the shell of your ear. Lips gliding against yours. You swallow as his lips fall across yours, pushing sweet stars past parted lips. He tastes of odd things, whimsy things. Everything you'll never come to understand. Xeno fruits and asteroid fields. His fingers glide up your arms, leaving moondust in their wake. He slowly parts, holding you softly with his soulful dark eyes

"You taste so sweet"

Strawberry, Starberry, You kiss him a little too deeply.

Maybe your new master is right.

Maybe there are other ways of being a Jedi.

The movie playing is doused in shades of rose and lilac. Gentle in all the ways. Everyway. The twi'lek girl is in love with the zabrak boy and their families do not approve. You think you remember Sol telling you a similar tale.  

The makeshift auditorium is cozy. Brown couch housing the three of you and your armada of blankets and popcorn buckets. Jacki's head is in your lap, you're playing with the end of her braid imagining the hair to be the lace of a Love-sick girl's ballgown. Yord's arm traverses the length of your arm, absentminded as he studies the motion picture, poking holes in the lose rose-tainted plot. Your head rests against his broad shoulder taking in his new cologne.

Maybe you really did miss them.

Jacki reaches for the popcorn, offering you some before shoving a handful into her mouth. You think the little symmetry-less kernels would taste better with a strawberry glaze. Qimir flashes across your mind, smiling sweetly as he tilts his head.

You think you're a little too similar to the star on screen.

Pinning after forbidden love,

Forbidden power.

Master Sol is growing acutely aware of your drastic improvements. He's noticed the betterment in your offense, your defense. To the way, you wield your saber, your techniques, and yourself. There is esteem in the way he smiles. In the words of praise, you've longed to hear. But you notice the lingering glances, the undertone of skepticism and worry when he asks about practice. He doesn't need to know of the black-glad creature that trains you in the unholy hours.

He doesn't need to know how beautifully your new master sculpts your rage into lessons. Teaching you how to wrangle the force and control it. How to use it to make the world bow.

These things will remain secret. For you fear Sol and the others will strip them of you. Strip them of the new master you've come to worship.

"Do you think people glow when they fall in love?" Jacki's voice is filled with sleep. Eyes closed as she murmurs remnants of movie memory. "No, I don't believe they do" you answer. "too...bad" There was a yawn there darling and vigorous like the rests of her. She looks so sweet like this, infantile in all the ways she can't be. Little girl dreaming of something impossible. You wonder if Sol's told her the fairytales too. You kiss the crown of her head, your baby sister you think. And big brother Yord, snoring with his head thrown back.

Maybe you should test her theory. rising softly from the couch you make your way to the door. Throwing one final glance at your sleeping siblings. Before going to find Qimir.

His lips ghost over yours, spilling star-clad secrets between each kiss. The apothecary has never been so dark, so secret, so secluded. Qimir's lips glided across your neck biting the flesh and licking the little diamond droplets of blood. Your nails rack across his spine, the wool of his throw-over itching the backs of your hands. "So precious" he mumbles, voice ridden with want, need. it's criminal how desperately he needs to feel you. You writhe under him, "Qimir, kiss." you whine. His lips feel like a lifeline, something keeping you sain. He pushes fireflies and lava pearls inside you, carving you open and enjoying you

He always enjoys you.

It's foggy outside when his tongue clashes against yours. A thick unsettling mist banging against the darkened window. "You're custom-made for me" Qimir mumbles against your lips. "Custome tailored" you boldly correct. "ummm, sure" his hands pinch at your hips, clawing mindlessly and leaving tails to your thighs. But the sensations are growing distant, you hear the heavy hum of saber activation. You psyche cracks

The world is dark,

He alone is absolute.

Your master's mask flashes dangerously across your mind. "Master Sol would be disappointed". You've heard that line a million times. Still, the words cut a little too deep coming from your demiurger. "Gullible" you don't understand, what have you done to earn his rage? He's gone, leaving you in the emptiness, you taste the charcoal from the landscape under your tongue.

Still, you long to call after him.

"Master"

The darkness subsides with the feeling of softness across your muscles. A breeze stirs you from the clutches of slumber. "Good morning" Qimir chirps, soft smile greeting you as you open your eyes. "Qimir, when did I?" he laughs, it's such a pretty sound this early in the morning. Sweet like caramel tea. He kisses your forehead. His quietude is commendable, he tries to calm you with feather-light kisses. You laugh pushing the covers away and still. Frozen.

What's this

The nightgown is lacy and short. It drapes expensively against your skin. Marring it with its tenderness. "Qimir, what's this!" he chuckles, "I couldn't let you sleep in those robes, they looked uncomfortable." You want to argue, to scream, and be angry. But the rage boils down slowly as you notice something dangling around your wrist. A bangle, and an anklet you notice later, black and gold entwined in patterns mirroring lighting stricks. "They're from Korriban, I had some relatives there." oh, why does that planet sound so familiar? "Thanks, but ask me next time before you go playing dress-up doll with my sleeping body" He pouts and can't help but trail a string of mouthy kisses across his neck. Qimir shuffles pulling you onto his lap. Pushing his nose under your chin. His eyes are honey-deo, adoring and scheming. "But you're mine." The possessive ness that flesh across his face is alarming. So is how tightly he grips your waist. It's only in this state of half-undressed that you begin to notice the taut muscles of his arms.

During your most recent lesson, your master gifts you a ripe juicy strawberry. He says it'll focus you, replenish your wither strength. You eat it a little too quickly, forgetting to savor the pink blush within. You believe too ferociously in everything your master says.

He can never be wrong.

You love the way your new master splatters blood across your sleeves. Be it yours or his enemies. He's started taking you out on his kills, having you watch as he hacks and mauls. His enemies must die, no one who doubts such marvels should be granted the privilege of life.

He's only ever spoken in half-riddles.

"Unfortunately legacy is a fickle thing. Tenacious, fervent, yet frail and erratic. No matter how hematological, we all read our bones differently."

The rain falls to your ragged heartbeat. Fast one minute and slow the next. You stick out your tongue desperate for a few drops. Your body is on fire, every muscle pushed to its limit. But the Force is screaming inside you, thumping dangerously between your fingers. You're ready for the next round. Saber ready and only half mesmerized as your master pulls out another blood-red saber. You charge, rage pumping deliciously through your body.

You forget to ask him where he got the berry from.

The next Jedi to die will be Kelnacca. That's why Sol is dragging all of you to the forest planet of Khofar. You think the name is utterly hilarious, the others don't understand the mirth.

Between briefings and Jacki and Yords packing quarrels. You sneak out to say goodbye to Qimir. Scribbling a half eligible not to leave for your master. But the apothecary is deserted upon your arrival, only a taped note on a half-full mortar.

'Gone to get more Strawberries.

Be back soon.'

You wonder if Khofar has strawberries.

Strawberry, Starberry, you're falling between the cracks of so many.

The Sun on Khofar is red, barely breaching the thick canopy. Maybe it's for the best. This scene is not one to remember, but how can you make yourself forget?

Death looms.

Permanent, Eternal

The fighting began in twilight.

The sky has grown two shades darker since.

He had floated in from the high reaches. You'd almost called out to him, 'master', the words die bitterly on your tongue. His saber ignites in the carnage, light growing redder after each kill. The bodies fall haphazardly stirring the quiet night.

Your saber falls onto the woodchip ground. No sound. He has followed you here. Yet it is not you, he seeks. Your master mask is haunting, in the dark the silver mouth glows bright white. Even against a massacre

the smile never relents.

He twirls the red saber with lethal accuracy, red arc severing another life. 'Take the right!' Jacki screams through the force, her eager voice bouncing inside your cranium. 'Don't' you scream but she's already attacked.

Saber sings saber.

Golden light flickers.

Forward. Backward. Lunge. Parry. Flunge.

Just like you practiced. Back in the quiet of the training room. Is it too late to return to the matted ground and wooden swords? Too late for safe comfort?

You won't take it for granted this time you swear.

Your master attacks with vicious zeal, cutting through the light. His black robes bleeding into the night. Jacki, scurries backward, trying to block with every ounce of strength. In one swift move, she spins freeing herself and assaulting his head with the metal of her weapon.

The mask clutters to the ground.

You scream.

He looks every bit the villain here. Blood drenched, water drenched. Smiling like the wolf in a child's picture book. Qimir's face stares back at you, hair matted to his forehead. He's panting, spent. You've never seen him toil. Dreaming him incapable of harm.

Yet he stands above the corpses. Wolf's teeth bared as he slices through the little girl.

It's been years since Master Sol tucked you into bed. Years since he's read you a story and listened to your baseless questions about romances.

You've finally gotten your answer. Painted in a shade of red indistinguishable from black.

Because the villain is too vile to be loved.

You run, catching the limp corpse before it joins the rest, you cradle her close. Tears landing on the orange of her face. There are no strawberry romances here. No sweet forbidden fruits. Just pain, hollow, empty, rotten. "Jacki" your voice muffles into her robes, rain-soaked, tear-soaked.

"Was that its name?" his voice doesn't sound right. No cheerful hellos or drowsy laughs. It's all menacing now, grating and hollow lilt. "Qimir" you wail, sob half caught in your throat. "It can't be you." He shakes his head, smile crooked and maniacal. "I'm afraid so, little one." The force pushed you up, pulling you to him. Qimirs head tilts, his fingers dancing around your throat. Squeezing squeezing squzing. Your glossy eyes take in his unruly appearance. Even now your master looks utterly perfect. Muscles relaxed as he steals your breath. "Master" you whine, your heart shouldn't be hammering like this, leaping through beats like something lovesick.

"(Y/n)" golden light fills the clearing. Yord runs, Prince Charming in every way you should have loved.

Qimir releases you, only to nestle your neck in the crook of his arm. "Don't worry darling. I'm almost done." He blocks the first attack.

Second, third. Yord scrambles to pull you away, missing each time. "Let her go" The urgency in his voice rattles you. He did love you.

Little sister, little princess.

Why is only starting to make sense now?

There's a crack, so loud it echoes across the woods.

"NO"

Yord's body joins the rest.

no no no

"Where were we?" Qimir is every bit the villain.

The dragon, the wolf, the tyrant king with a crown of bones.

"You lied to me, you killed them. Why, why would you do this."

"Because the Jedi say I can not exist." Sith, right those things were supposed to be evil. Hailing from Koriiban, the evil Jedi forced to flee. And here you were having so readily given yourself to the enemy.

The blood flows free in the rain. Dozens of bodies drained.

There's a river of blood. You kneel by the holy thing, dipping your cupped hands into the crimson. You drink deeply from the massacre thinking it'll taste sweet. Qimir pulls you in holding your throat as he submerges you.

Baptized in blood

The world flashes red.

It feels so free here. Floating weightless, letting everything be. The rage can not find you in these depths. Free like an adrift astromech. Free to float amongst the stars.

When you emerge again. The world has grown brighter. You see the wide-eyed bodies, even Sol is among the dead, you swear you see disappointment in his lifeless orbs. You gulp, swallowing the euphoric faint. You see your new master before you. Swimming to him carefully, following the gentle tug of the force. Prey meets predator. Qimir chuckles, the water is shallow by the banks. He sits awaiting, on his makeshift throne.

There is no sympathy here you should know better

"You took adorable" Qimir rasps. Hot breath fanning your ear. "Master Qimir" you mumble shifting as he pulls you onto his lap. He laughs this is submission, a breath away from grasping his desire. He cups your cheeks, drifting his hands to your shoulders. Pulling you closer, bodies melting into one.

His kisses still taste like strawberries. Sweet and metallic. All possession and domination. Biting lips and tongue and flesh. Spilling fresh poison with each snip of your neck. He licks the blood from your fingers with feral pleasure. Swirling his tongue around each digit and pulling it further down his hungry mouth. You swallow the darkness from his tongue, letting him snuff out the little embers of light. The stars are burning away bit by bit. He pushes you under again.

Mornings on Khofar are dark, caught in a perpetual twilight. Qimir wraps his robes around you letting the midnight sink into your bones. "The ships a bit of a walk. But we should be there before noon." You paddle after him. Fingers lashing awkwardly at his hand. He turns and offers you that tilted smile once more, mask bouncing in his free hand.

"Master qimir" you confess, it feels so light on your tongue. Like clutching dying white-dwarf-stars behind your teeth. He chuckles, snapping a berry from a nearby bush. His smile sings of triumph, victory, earned in blood. He places the fruit amongst your teeth. You, his little war prize.

"My little acolyte"

ᯓ♡ : @feedmestraycats @moonlovefairy  @wicked0clouds @phoenixes-and-wizards @peridedarling @morax-on-my-mind @magikmaik @lov4gor3 @manchuria @bucksdonkey @embersofimagination @hauntedhedgehogs @peter-laufeyson @papitas-con-sal @f0odie @boredtone @bluechissbrain @yourfilthydevil @n0t-skywalker @xsister-serpent @gabriqllas @zionysuss @i-love-my-babygirls @pagingoswin @jxp1ter @faebirdie @deezhutts565 @thesithdiaries @pagingoswin @hauntingwolf @scentedbanditlampwobbler @uwingdispatch @mask-knife-is-buggys-girl @lunarsvertigo @scintilla-morningstar @carpinchootaku

[evansbby]

*ೃ༄𝐖𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬

⭒❃.✮:▹𝐖𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭⭒❃.✮:▹

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: mean jock!Ari Levinson x naive!Reader, mean jock!Steve Rogers x naive!Reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+, minors dni. Check top of individual chapters for specific warnings. This is a dark fic and contains materials on par with that.

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You’re a naive freshman who is new to college life. Ari Levinson is the cocky captain of the basketball team and the resident campus fuckboy. Then there's Steve Rogers, who is dangerous, sexy and charming - but he's also Ari's biggest rival. Ignoring all their red flags, you can’t help but fall victim to their charms. But which one will you pick?

⭒❃.✮:▹ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 ⭒❃.✮:▹

i. Wicked Games ii. Under the Influence iii. Disturbia iv. Comfortably Numb v. Cruel Summer

⭒❃.✮:▹ 𝐄𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐬 ⭒❃.✮:▹

All fic asks | thots & mini drabbles

[theostrophywife]

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ AZRIEL THE SHADOWSINGER ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖

NAVIGATION // inbox | tags | writing | library

— LEGEND

(*) indicates smut.

— SERIES

THE PRINCE OF HELL

part one. part two.

— FICS

karaoke night. stars in your eyes. middle of the night. * unholy. * skinny dipping. * high for this. * thrill of the ride. * little wolf. * (feat. eris) starfall. take it off. * in my head.* the art of punishment. * stargazing. be my baby. (feat. cassian and rhysand)

— REQUESTS

fuck about it. * song of the phoenix. baby fever. big brother. secrets. who did this to you. kitten. * surprise. distracted. * shooting star. winter solstice. needy. all mine. * slow down. * delicate. rain clouds. into it. * little black dress. * obsession. innocence. * wake me up. heat wave. * (feat. cassian) crave.

— DRABBLES

nonsense. shortcake. just friends. ice cold kiss. * ride it. * mind games. * (feat. rhys) disturbia. * honeybun.

© theostrophywife. all works belong to me and should not be reposted in any way or form.

[mattslolita]

psycho killer - c. sturniolo ( intro. )

in which ... a killer is terrorizing the town of boston and charmaine soon realizes she's the final girl in his twisted game.

ghostface!chris x black!fem oc

warnings ; blood , gore , death , eventual smut , angst , ghostface!chris , final girl! oc

"𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒎𝒆, 𝒊'𝒎 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 ����𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒓𝒆!"

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰

𝒁aria 𝑺imone as 𝑪harmaine 𝑰rie 𝑬vans

The Final Girl. I Did Something Bad.

𝑪hristopher 𝑺turniolo as 𝑯imself

The Boyfriend. Disturbia.

( everyone else as themselves! )

playlist :

( 001 ). psycho killer - talking heads

( 002 ). in my room - insane clown posse

( 003 ). all-american bitch - olivia rodrigo

( 004 ). pacify her - melanie martinez

( 005 ). all i wanted - paramore

( 006 ). favorite crime - olivia rodrigo

( 007 ). i did something bad - taylor swift

( 008 ). disturbia - rihanna

( 009 ). na na - trey songz

( 010 ). heaven - julia michaels

( 011 ). friends - chase atlantic

( 012 ). gasoline - halsey

( 013 ). starboy - the weeknd

( 014 ). tag, your it - melanie martinez

( 015 ). heads will roll - yeah yeah yeahs

( 016 ). heathens - twenty one pilots

( 017 ). daddy issues - the neighborhood

( 018 ). dollhouse - melanie martinez

( 019 ). doin time - lana del rey

( 020 ). kill bill - sza

( 021 ). criminal - britney spears

( 022 ). serial killer - lana del rey

( 023 ). mad hatter - melanie martinez

( 024 ). brutal - olivia rodrigo

( 025 ). pumped up kicks - foster the people

( 026 ). woo - rihanna

( 027 ). stargirl interlude - the weeknd, lana del rey

( 028 ). sippy cup - melanie martinez

( 029 ). smooth operator - sade

( 030 ). cake - melanie martinez

( 031 ). ready for it? - taylor swift

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱

💌 lil

this fic was on my burner wattpad acc but i missed her, so here she is for y'all to enjoy !😜 most chaps were pre-written, so expect pt. 1 soon😏

for my baes : @muwapsturniolo @luverboychris @guccifrog @e1ias3 @mrssturnioloo @prettiest-poision @mattsivy ❤‍🩹

[juliaswickcrs]

Wbw for Cass Landry?

B A S I C S

* full name: Cassidy Jane Landry

* gender: Cis Female

* sexuality: demisexual

* pronouns: She/They

O T H E R S

* family: REDACTED (father) Susannah Landry (Mother) Jennifer Landry (Aunt) Samantha Landry (younger sister) REDACTED (younger brother), Vanessa Afton (best friend)

* birthplace: Hurricane, Utah

* job: Nanny. Former investigative journalist.

* phobias: spiders, puppets, small spaces, rabbits.

* guilty pleasures: She’s autistic so all her special interests feel like guilty pleasures to her.

M O R A L S

* morality alignment?: Chaotic good.

* sins - lust/greed/gluttony/sloth/pride/envy/wrath

* virtues - chastity/charity/diligence/humility/kindness/patience/justice

T H I S - O R - T H A T

* introvert/extrovert

* organized/disorganized

* close minded/open-minded

* calm/anxious

* disagreeable/agreeable

* cautious/reckless

* patient/impatient

* outspoken/reserved

* leader/follower

* empathetic/unemphatic

* optimistic/pessimistic

* traditional/modern

* hard-working/lazy

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

* otp: Cass x Mike

* ot3: Cass x Mike x Vanessa

* brotp: Cass x Vanessa, Cass & Abby

* notp: Cass & William

[navybrat817]

Navy!! You’re a frequent flyer in threesome land - and I’m living for your Disturbia AU.

We know each of our boys are wholly dedicated to their loves, but are there any who are willing to share when someone may not have had a wifey of their own before?

If so, did they put restrictions down (like no creampies or only using your mouth, etc) before/during those scenarios? 🤭

Ahh! I don't know how this got buried in my asks and I love that you're into my Disturbia AU. Answer below the cut.

So, this may come off as boring or lame and I'm sorry for that, but none of the men are bringing a third into the bedroom. There are varying degrees of obsession within each of them and they would never think of sharing their wives. They fully sympathize with anyone who has to wait, which is why the guys are all thrilled that Bucky has Plum now. But they aren't letting anyone touch their wives.

That being said, Steve likes to show his wife off. Bucky and the others have seen quite a bit of sweet Cherry because of how proud Steve is. He has made comments to Bucky along the lines of, "Doesn't she have a pretty cunt? Wait 'til you can do this with your wife."

And everyone at some point has caught Nick fucking Ginger. Nick also likes everyone knowing that she's his. But it's also a 'look, but don't touch" policy. "Stay and enjoy the show or fuck off. I don't care."

What do we think Bucky will do now that he has his hands on Plum? 😏 And how will she react to Steve and Nick's behavior?

Love and thanks! ❤️

[cantdrawbutimhere]

After reading a post I had a question, was bored, and then I wasted hours of my life.

said question: what every coach's % in Ao3 tagging is out of the 365 fics. here's the answer that no one asked for:

Jack rose: 210 (57%)

Wanderlust: 198 ( 54%)

Brezziana: 135 ( 36%)

Mihaily: 137 ( 37%)

Sara: 127 ( 34%)

Night Swan: 126 (34%)

The Traveler: 72 ( 19%)

Mr Overload: 1 (0.2%)

Si’Ha Nova: 64 (17%)

Disco: 32 ( 8.7%)

Rubika: 3 ( 0.8%)

Giulia:2 ( 0.5%)

Panda: 19 (5.2%)

Alano: 5 (1.3%)

Lilith: 7 (1.9%)

Ari: 12 (3.2%)

Grace: 12 (3.2%)

Rasputin: 6 (1.6%)

Phoenix: 6 (1.6)

Freyja: 3 (0.82%)

Clementine: 4 (1%)

Mr. Saxobeat: 7 (1.9%)

California girls: 2 (0.5%)

Liza Friday: 19 (5.2%)

Hit the lights: 1 (0.2%)

Disturbia: 1(0.2%)

Alzena:3 (0.8%)

The sweet escape (beta): 1(0.2%)

Icona Shard: 8 (2.1%)

Skarlet gold:8 (2.1%)

Scotty <3: 10 (2.7%)

Starships: 2 (0.5%)

Topaz: 1 (0.2%)

Ruby:1 (0.2%)

Onyx:1(0.2%)

Boss witch: 11 (3.0%)

Vester:13 (3.5%)

Louise Dallas: 5 (1.3%)

Countless Butterfly: 4 (1%)

Cygnus: 35 (9.5%)

April:3 (0.8%)

Devlin: 4 (1%)

Gabriela:4 (1%)

Layl:4 (1%)

Temperature P2: 4 (1%)

Liv: 18  (4.9%)

Blake: 19 (5.2%)

Gray: 5 (1.3%)

Haze: 6 (1.6%)

Joy-ce: 4 (1%)

T-Bam<3my son: 4 (1%)

Felicia: 9  (2.4%)

Ruban: 4 (1%)

Polo: 5 (1.3%)

Unai: 2 (0.5%)

Agent D: 2 (0.5%)

Captain Catastrophe: 2 (0.5%)

Mothigan: 11 (3%)

Oshii: 1(0.2%)

Pokerface(all): 1 (0.2%)

Rich Girl: 1(0.2%)

Evachase: 2 (0.5%)

Cameron: 1 (0.2%)

Sailor: 2 (0.5%) 

Valentine: 1 (0.2%)

I like it P3: 3 (0.8%)

Sweet Sensation: 3 (0.8%)

Lauren: 1 (0.2%)

Tyler: 2 (0.5%)

Rudolf: 1(0.2%)

Pandafan: 5 (1.3%)

Deerstan: 4 (1%)

Lucero:1 (0.2%)

Mariol:1(0.2%)

DJ Lama:1(0.2%)

Small town boy:1(0.2%)

Cat:2 (0.5%)

I feel it coming: 1 (0.2%)

Lights: 1 (0.2%)

Don't Start me now:2 (0.5%)

Levitating extreme(the guard):  2 (0.5%)

Etria: 2 (0.5%)

Rosearia:2 (0.5%)

Phone Girl: 4 (1%)

Hair Man: 8 (2.1%)

Pool man:4 (1%)

Luke Cyther: 16 (4.3%)

Fuchsia Blue:1 (0.2%)

Can't hold us: 1(0.2%)

Michiya:1(0.2%)

Captain Crimson:1(0.2%)

Plum:1(0.2%)

Forgotten Queen:1(0.2%)

Moxie:1(0.2%)

Joshua: 1(0.2%)

Mayble: 3 (0.8%)

Keenen:1 (0.2%)

Brooke:1 (0.2%)

Isaac:1 (0.2%)

Doran:1 (0.2%)

Diego:1 (0.2%)

Rock N' roll Will get you up the mountain: 5 (1.3%)

Hadley: 4 (1%)

Banagrange (both): 2 (0.5%)

Till I find you: 1 (0.2%)

Migul:1 (0.2%)

Arleen: 3 (0.8%)

Im an Albatraoz: 2 (0.5%) 

A little Party Killed nobody: 1 (0.2%)

Bang bang:1 (0.2%)

Ann. G Lina:11 (3.0%)

Venus coach:1 (0.2%)

Selios: 5 (1.3%)

Triton: 3 (0.8%)

Lets save the planet: 3 (0.8%)

Stop, drop, roll: 2 (0.5%)

Happy: 1 (0.2%)

Kill this love: 1 (0.2%)

Adameve:1(0.2%)

Baby one more time: (1:1=(0.2%)) (2:2=(0.5%)) (3:1(0.2%)) (4:1(0.2%))

Rave in the grave: 1 (0.2%)

Crystal: 6 (1.6%)

Pulse: 4 (5?) (1%, 1.3%?)

Dolores:ew 6 (1.6%)

Love again: 1 (0.2%)

Chaves: 4 (1%)

Estrella: 6 (1.6%)

Juan: 4 (1%)

Kimby Bill: 4 (1%)

Russil Bill: 4 (1%)

Teddy Bill: 10 (2.7%)

The Bride: 11 (3%)

 Calypso: 2 (0.5%)

Talia Sway: 13 (3.5%)

Shadow rider: 3 (0.8%)

Epsilon: 7 (1.9%)

Lacrosma: 1 (0.2%)

Alec: 1 (0.2%)

All the stars: 1 (0.2%))

Sacrifice C2:6 (1.6%) 

Girlfriend (both): 1(0.2%)

Bonnie: 1(0.2%)

Clyde:1(0.2%)

Jopping P1: 2 (0.5%)

Jopping P2: 3 (0.8%)

Jopping P3:2 (0.5%)

Aureain:2 (0.5%)

Dark Horse:1 (0.2%)

I kissed a girl:2 (0.5%)

Rare:1 (0.2%)

Beedabop:5 (1.3%)

Kaa’riki 1 (0.2%)

Masi’el: 1 (0.2%)

Body moving: 3 (0.8%)

did I miss some? I bet. my sanity ran out.

if you for some reason read all of this, why? But have a great day/night!

[jensenscomedyelbows]

SPN FIC REC FEST #3

Long (~200K) or Short (~3K)

ALL WINCEST UNLESS OTHERWISE SPECIFIED

ALL ARE RATED EXPLICIT XXX unless otherwise specified

ALL PARTICIPANTS GIVE AND RECEIVE

THE SILENCE OF A SUMMER DAY by wanttobeatree

2950 words. Rated PG. The world has moved on. This is their legacy. (Goosebumps and weeping probable)

PAST CHARACTER DEATH (although since 15x20 I think we can all deal with this, hopefully)

THESE THINGS HAPPEN by bewaretheides15

1290 words. Things…happen…when they drink.

SIN AND BONE by Signé (oxoniensis)

His bones don’t fit.

2000 words. Preseries.

LAST CALL by andreth47

3400 words. Dean keeps jerking off in front of Sam. It’s getting to be a problem. No, really.

GOOD EXCUSE TO BE A BAD INFLUENCE by bewaretheides15

3400 words, every one of them blindingly hot. Or it just feels like every word is hot. Probably only every fourth or fifth. PRESERIES. Teenagers. Legendary, prolific author of primarily superhot preseries Wincest

THE BRIGHT LIGHTS OF DISTURBIA by leonidaslion

373K words. AU. Hurt Dean. Dark as dark can be. Prepare to have your heart ripped to shreds. Also clear your schedule because you’ll need time to recover psychologically

[twochildreninamoteldemo]

Tbf I have my own "must reads" for fandoms but I don't think there should ever be ONE, you know? Like for wincest there are several that are seen as the iconic ones and while I think there's issues with anything like that inherently which I won't go into, I still subscribe to having my own little list. But the thing that I think places wincest uniquely within this phenomenon is that because there are several different common interpretations of them (and sooooo long of a timespan, both in canon and eras of the fandom itself) as opposed to ships where they get pigeonholed into one fanon narrative, there's different unspoken communities behind each. For instance, I've never read sure got a dirty mouth or the bright lights of disturbia, but I obsess over the ballad of the invisible boy and brothers (the fic). All of which are very popular but each have vastly different interpretations of samdean.

[musings-of-a-rose]

Musings-of-a-rose's Fic Recs

Musings-of-a-rose’s fic rec list (never complete and always adding!)

This will always be a work in progress, as I will always be adding fics! 

If you need more and can’t wait for me to update, you can search on my blog for #fic rec and all of them will come up!

Frankie “Catfish” Morales:

Fix You by @astoryisaloveaffair

Howl by @astoryisaloveaffair

My Drug is My Baby (age gap) by @astoryisaloveaffair

Run Through the Jungle by @astoryisaloveaffair

The Bachlorette AU by @icanbeyourjedi

Sex Worker Frankie AU by @prolix-yuy

Still of the Night (Signs/Triple Frontier mashup) by @foli-vora

Trustworthy by @need-a-fugue

The Candyman by @hopeamarsu (this is a series but I’m linking chapter 1 here)

Oberyn Martell:

Burning Bright by @tropes-and-tales

And So We Sing in Elegies by @haildoodles-writing

Pero Tovar:

My Mercenary Bold by @astoryisaloveaffair

Petrichor by @rainontherooftops

Cathedrals of Our Own by @haylzcyon

The Cross by @blueeyesatnight 

Safe Haven by @marvel-and-mischief

Wedding Night by @absurdthirst

Zach Wellison:

You’re So Classic by @chaoticgeminate

Inn Over Your Head by @javierpinme

Max Phillips:

Take the Pain Away by @icanbeyourjedi

Dave York:

Baby, Let the Games Begin by @wyn-n-tonic

Maxwell Lord:

Shutterbug by @lowlights

What’s Love Got to Do With It by @storiesofthefandomlovers

Din Djarin:

Healer by @bestintheparsec

Marcus Pike:

Our Last Christmas by @supernaturalgirl20

Javi G:

Insatiable by @javierpinme

Hush by @javier-pena

Agent Whiskey:

Harder to Hold by @brandyllyn

The Traveler by @silksaddle

Marcus Moreno:

Yo Te Prometo by @marvelousmermaid

Here Without You Now by @wyn-n-tonic

Javier Peña:

Better Love by @disgruntledspacedad

It Takes Two by @icanbeyourjedi

Self Sacrifice by @albertasunrise

Into the Dark by @juletheghoul

Hermosa by @keala on Ao3

Joel Miller:

Days of You and Me by @wyn-n-tonic 

That’s a Real Fucking Legacy by @wyn-n-tonic

Dieter Bravo:

Disturbia by @astoryisaloveaffair

Win a Date With Dieter Bravo by @icanbeyourjedi

Simulated by @prolix-yuy

Teacher Ben (SNL):

Love, Wings, and Football by @icanbeyourjedi

Rainy Days by @chaoticgeminate

Well Read by @wyn-n-tonic

The Thief

Enigma by @javier-pena

Tim Rockford:

Apple Pie America by @rainontherooftops

Jay Castillo:

The Wedding Date by @icanbeyourjedi

Triple Frontier Boys:

The Audition by @astoryisaloveaffair

Santiago “Pope” Garcia:

The Best of Us by @a-bang-for-your-bucky

Benjamin “Benny” Miller:

I Got Away With You by @mermaidxatxheart

I’ll Be Your Brightside by @dameronscopilot

Only You by @albertasunrise

Timing Is Everything by @theewokingdead

Benergy by @theewokingdead

La Primera Fiesta by @marvelousmermaid

Looking For You by @green-socks

Commitment Issues by @coweye

Sunshine State by @brewsterispunkk

William “Ironhead” Miller:

Return to Honeymoon by @carni-val

Bucky Barnes “Winter Soldier”:

Paint Me a Memory by @mermaidxatxheart

My One and Only by @mermaidxatxheart

Almost Had Me Believing It by @tuiccim

Poe Dameron:

The Bet by @no-droids

The Art of Falling by @brandyllyn

Clint Barton “Hawkeye”:

Sure Shot by @astoryisaloveaffair

Rhett Abbott (Outer Range):

Sacred Oasis by @wyn-n-tonic

Selfish by @dameronscopilot

Lessons by @wyn-n-tonic

Tommy Miller (The Last of Us - HBO):

That’s a Real Fucking Legacy by @wyn-n-tonic

I’ll Have Another by @wyn-n-tonic

Violent Delights, Violent Ends by @ay0nha 

I Need You to Tell Me I’m Good by @psychedelic-ink

[navybrat817]

Hi, lovely! I need to update my Disturbia AU. Hope you enjoy! ❤️

Hello! Does anyone remember the authors of a series with multiple Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan characters and they sort of all trapped theirs wives like Stepford Wives style and the wife’s would have old memories but the guys sort of had them under control say like in Don’t Worry Darling and I think one of the women’s names was Cherry and another was Peach or something of that sort and I think Honey

[tiredassmage]

six sentence sunday

I started making edits to seasoning on my agonizing little thing from a few past weeks'. i should really put a proper name on this doc or else i'm gonna have another 'disturbia' situation like the rhyst and savosta version of ziost.

... which suggest a running theme about me being unable to properly name ziost-related fics lest i get too emotional. oops >.>

He’d been on Ziost when the alerts had come in - one of her first set of eyes on the scene. He was one of the few that had been able to walk away after Vitiate’s control, owing no small thanks to the timely arrival of Darth Nox. And… with no thanks from her own suggestions about protections for the rest of their forces in the hunt moving forward, she was sure. His files from Imperial Intelligence were still largely classified, but as Minister of Sith Intelligence, and with Darth Marr’s acquiescence to his reassignment to her team after the Coalition, she… knew enough. And no wish to shield one of her best assets from further violation would change the odds they had both seen at hand against Vitiate. That she would not suggest of Nine what she had voiced of the fallen Sixth Line Jedi was but another icy footnote between her and the ex-Cipher.