#fucked up version of coc

[codecicle]

Swag, tell me about your BG3 character, I’m curious about what you play !! :D

rubbing my hands together evil style. wampus you have no idea what you've unleashed

this is my bastard son: Samuel Alastine :D he goes by Sam but everyone calls him Sammy ^_^

his personality is like if you combined chip jrwi + sokka atla and made a really sappy fucked up love child. he's such a sarcastic little bitchboy at all times who loves being a bastard and charming his way into and out of situations (the consequences of his actions). he really focuses on the actions of the people and how they treat others as a sign of if he should trust them or not, when asked by Withers the question on how much a single human life was valued i had his answer READY lmao he was instantly responding with "it depends on the person's actions." he definitely has a weak-spot for kids though, he went through a rough childhood, but he doesn't consider it "important" and he trys to keep it as close to his chest as possible.

he's a tiefling sorcerer and i decided to make his sub-race a dragonborn tiefling so he could get the specific type of spells i wanted. i think my plan for progressing him is to focus my general skill-tree to be skewed towards how his personality would fight instead of whats most practical, and for him that definitely means wiping out multiple people in one flashy go with ZERO back-up plans. the amount of times he's had to get one of the other party member to revive him is insane, so he tends to leave that part out of the big flashy tales about his adventures. he loves showing off and bragging so much genuinely again think sokka atla just an absolute loser bastard who tries to take credit in a loving way. he would kill and die for his friends he just shit-talked as beneath him and side characters 5 seconds ago, and if someone else tries to also talk bad about them he's throwing hands and swinging on them in an instant with his whole 8 strength

speaking of which i skewed by skills so badly by putting the free +2 modifier to charisma to give him a 17 bro i coulda blanced his skills a little more and made all of his attacks do more than a grand total average of like. 2. maybe 3 if youre lucky but i DIDNT because im not a COWARD!!!!!!!!!!!!! so now he just flops over if he gets breathed at wrong or is out of spell slots like god intended. but at least he knows how to flirt GODBLESS

also also i definitely think his current party is going to remain his favorite and most trusted for the whole game. he's adventuring with Shadowheart, Wyll, and Astarion right now and they fit him so perfectly its actually insane. he loves how forward thinking Shadowheart is and is willing to follow her, and respects her for keeping her secrets while still letting him make fun of how closed off she is. (realizing now that my playful banter i try to give him might be the romancing options. but like. yeah he would try and do that she would never go for it though.) ((maybe)) and he absolutely adores Wyll's heroicism and looks up to him in a way, full of nothing but respect for how selflessly he acts and how he fights with confidence. he's an especially big fan of how he treats kids, knowing he never would have gotten that same kindness and it was nice to see the cycle be broken and someone make a change. and astarion he just wants to fuck LMAOOOO he loves the conversations they have and while astarion saying "oh yeah btw how do you wanna die when that worm in your brain spreads. like do you want poison or a knife" should normally be offputting thats EXACTLY his kinda humor and flirting. he said knife btw ^_^ purely because at the beginning where astarion jumped him he pinned him to the ground and held a knife to his throat and he really wants that to happen again but you didn't hear that from him. nuh uh.

anyway im having so much fun playing this game fully in character i see why the council did it that way now !! this is so silly goofy and fun i love going "oh wow any normal self respecting person would NOT say that to the random person they just met. i dont want to pick this option but youre not gonna believe this chief, its What My Character Would Do" every 5 fucking minutes for a new dialog this game is awesome im gonna go die in a combat now goodbye [vanishes into the woods] [the camera very clearly shows me hiding behind a tree thats too skinny for my body asking someone off screen if he's gone yet]

[l1tw1ck]

Because of a Party

bottom!ftm!tasm!Peter Parker x top!masc reader

🕷️ Word Count: 1,843 🕷️

↳ [REQUEST] | [No AFAB Language Version]

CW: Dub-Con (Dry Humping), Drunkenness, Blowjob, Cunnilingus, Squirting, Biting, Marking

Peter and Gwen have been friends for a few years and most people think Peter’s in love with her. But in reality, he's in love with you. You don't talk to him much, you have your own group of friends and he's a year older so you never even considered becoming his friend. Peter's been content with just watching you from afar since he’s convinced he has no chance with you. He figured nothing would happen and you’d just be an old crush in a few years.

All that changed when Gwen heard you were going to a party. She asked if Peter could come with you because he spends all his time studying and working. You figured you should get along better with who you think is going to be your sister’s future boyfriend so you agreed.

Now you're at your friend’s house and Peter drank way too much in an attempt to ease up and enjoy the party. You didn't know until it was too late and at this point you're too drunk to bring him home so you ask your friend for help. He gives you the key to one of the guest bedrooms so he can sober up.

You drop Peter onto the bed and sit down next to him. He shimmies out of his uncomfortable jeans, leaving him in just his underwear. Peter mumbles your name and pulls you onto your back to make you lie down with him. You turn your body to look at him, your faces too close together for both of your comforts. You look into his eyes and wait for him to speak but instead of talking, he goes in for a kiss. You’re not sure why, but you actually reciprocate the kiss. Peter has no idea what he's doing but you can't tell, and even if you could you're too drunk to care. He pulls your pants down just enough to grope your bulge and get you hard. He moves his hand away and wraps his leg around yours, adjusting himself so that his pussy is right against your boner. He starts to desperately rub his cunt against you, humping you at an unnaturally fast pace.

You pull away from the kiss. “Peter..”

“[Name]–” He gasps. “Fuck- mmh~” He throws his head back. He moves like he's never touched himself before, it's clear that he's enjoying himself. He whimpers as he feels his orgasm quickly approaching. “yes! yes!”

You let him bring himself to his completion, watching as he comes from humping you. He looks so irresistible like this. You gulp, trying to hold back all the urges you have right now.

Peter calms down and lies on his back. Before you can even speak he passes out, leaving you to take care of your boner by yourself. You sigh. At least this won't be the last time you see him.

Your family’s flying to England to visit Gwen’s new choice of college. She decided New York wasn't giving her what she needed so she applied and got a full scholarship. She’s moving in the summer but your parents wanted to help her find a new place. Your brothers wanted to come along too. You stayed back because you wanted to talk to Peter about the party. You’ve seen him a few times but you never had the chance to get him alone but now's the perfect time. It's especially perfect if that conversation leads to something more.

You invited him over under the guise of needing help with science homework, since you assume that he's forgotten all about the party.

Your original plan was to have a civil conversation but now that he's right in front of you, you don't know what to say. You bring him to your room, planning to wait for a better moment to talk about it.

“Do you remember anything that happened during the party? My memory kind of stopped at some point and I woke up with a splitting headache.”

You turn around. “You don't remember?” You ask. He shakes his head. “Anything?” You step closer to him. He shakes his head again. “You were all over me at the party.”

His eyes widen. What did he do?

You lean into his ear. “You were rubbing yourself on my cock and acting like a desperate whore. You didn't even let me come.” You chuckle at the last part.

His cheeks are even redder than before. The visual you just gave him is setting him on fire. Was he clothed? Or did he rub his bare cunt on you? The thought is driving him insane.

“You’ll make it up to me though, right?”

Peter nods. He can't even begin to describe how he feels, he might just explode.

“Get on your knees.” You order. He quickly sinks down to the floor and pulls your pants down. “That's a good boy.” You praise him. He's surprised at how much his body reacted to hearing that, he's already soaking wet. He slowly tugs on the waistband of your underwear, almost scared to see what's underneath. He looks up at you then back at your bulge before impulsively shoving your boxers down.

“shit..” He gasps. You're definitely well endowed. He holds it in his hand and gently licks the tip. He wraps his lips around your girth and slides his mouth down almost to the hilt. He moves backwards and forwards, sucking your cock feverishly. He doesn't have any experience but he's determined to make you feel good. Even though he's not experienced, it feels amazing. Just seeing him and his eagerness is enough for you. He looks adorable doing it.

“That’s right, you’re doing so well, baby.” You murmur, running your hands through his hair. Peter blushes and looks up at you, shivering when he sees your expression. He closes his eyes and speeds up his movements. He can't believe that he's in this situation. He’s dreamt and fantasized about being with you for years and now it's finally a reality. He thanks his drunken self for getting you interested in him. “Peter-” You breathe out.

He pulls away from you and jerks you off. “Mmh?” He looks up at you.

“‘M gonna come-” You warn. His eyes widen and he quickly goes back to sucking you off. He wants to swallow it. Your peak comes even faster when you realize his intentions. Peter swallows your cum happily, enjoying your taste. He pulls away and looks at you with a small smile. God he’s so cute.

You help him stand up and bring him to his bed. “Is this your first time?” You ask, taking your shirt off. Peter nods, taking his clothes off too. “I’ll be gentle.” You promise.

“You don't have to be.” He smiles. “Be as rough as you want. I can take it.” The room starts to get hotter.

“Oh yeah?” You smirk, running two fingers down his cunt before slowly pushing them inside of him. “I think you overestimate yourself.”

“I disagree.” He grabs your wrist and pushes your fingers in all the way, a soft moan leaving his lips. “I think it's the other way around.”

“Really now?” You move closer to his face. “Why don't we find out?” You angle your fingers a certain way, hitting his g spot exactly and causing him to moan. Before Peter can get another word out, you hit it again. And again, and again. You give him a break and move your face in between his legs. Your tongue against his clit runs a shiver up his spine. His eyes widen when your tongue enters him. He knew it’d feel good but not this good!

“Fuck!” He cries out. “Oh- [Name]~!” He throws his head back and lifts his hips. “Li- like that! Oh my God–”

Out of embarrassment, Peter grabs a pillow and brings it to his face. You’d like to hear him but you don't want to force anything out of him. He practically screams into the pillow. He feels like he's floating. He needs more. More. More. More! More! Yes! Peter feels his entire body react to the feeling of your tongue against his pleasure spot. Slick suddenly gushes out of him like he had a secret water gun in between his legs. He’s never had an orgasm this powerful before. He wants to feel it again.

You pull away from him and wipe your face. “You really liked that, huh?”

Peter moves the pillow away and nods. “I loved it.”

You hold your aching cock, pre cum dribbling out of it steadily. He can see how horny and desperate you are, he has a good estimate of how rough you're gonna be and he's so fucking ready.

“You don't have any plans for tomorrow, do you?” You ask, sliding a condom on.

He shakes his head quickly.

“Good. Because I don't think you’ll be able to go anywhere once I’m done with you.” You ease yourself inside him. You grab his legs and fold him in half. “Ready?”

“Fuck yes– AH~!” He moans loudly as you ram into him like there's no tomorrow. He doesn't even consider the fact that your neighbors can most definitely hear him and you're enjoying this too much to silence him. He looks down at his cunt, loving the way your cock slides in and out of it, then up at you.

“You feel so good, Peter.” You praise him in between breaths, leaning in to kiss his neck and make hickeys. He moves to expose more of his neck to you, encouraging you to continue. You stop sucking his neck and Peter can hear your heavy breathing even more clearly. He doesn't know why but he loves it.

“Bi- bite me~” He places his hand on your head and urges you to do it. It doesn't take you any convincing, you sink your teeth into his neck, almost deep enough to draw blood but not quite. He lets out a loud, breathy moan and comes. You slow down your thrusts, taking in the feeling of his pussy convulsing around you. “Hah– keep- keep going..”

You pull out, making him whine, and flip him onto his stomach. You raise his ass and slide back into him. You grip his waist and roughly fuck into him. Peter rolls his eyes back, his moans muffled by the pillow. He feels like he’s on cloud nine. He can barely think properly. You lean forward and graze your teeth against his neck. Peter’s breath hitches in response. You bite him again, his pussy squeezing you tight. You create a plethora of hickeys and bite marks all over his back, leaving the two of you with something to admire in the morning. “Gonna come..” You moan, slowing down. You thrust into him a few more times before stopping and filling up the condom with your spend.

You pull out and take off the condom, throwing it in the trash. Peter looks at you, his face flushed. “Felt so good..” He smiles.

[skeedelvee]

Carry On Countdown Day 22 - Angst

For this year's COC I've decided to put together daily fic rec lists! Let me know if you find any new favorite reads from these <3

Today's prompt was pretty easy, so here's some great angsty fics

Bound and Determined by @fatalfangirl

Rated E, 52,045 words

Simon feels stuck in place while everyone else is moving forward. It's been five years since his supposed magickal destiny came crashing down, and he finds himself out of work and out of an apartment. Just when he thought things couldn't get worse, he gets magickally bound to a vampire hook-up. In which Simon went through Watford without Baz, Baz got a proper vampire upbringing, and they still end up together in the end.

So Close, We've Always Been by @bazzybelle

Rated E, 12,334 words

I should never have agreed to this job. I mean, I’ve had it for almost two years now, but it doesn’t get any easier. Being the personal bodyguard for one of the most arrogant, stuck up bastards in this world would make anyone quit within a matter of weeks. Honestly, the rest of the staff are surprised I lasted longer than a month, let alone two whole years. There’s a lot about me that they have yet to know, and even more about Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch that they have yet to find out. Namely, that you can get him to shut up by sticking your tongue in his mouth Simon Snow has worked in security for most of his life, having dealt with some of the most difficult clients. None has come as close to being as frustrating as Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch. The man is stuck-up, arrogant, and a complete arsehole. He's rude, careless, and Simon really should have quit months ago. Until there's something more that keeps him by Baz's side... Namely him being the best shag Simon's ever had. He may insist that the nights with Baz mean nothing, but not even he can prevent the feelings that start to flicker beneath the sheets.

It starts in the middle by an orphaned account

Rated M, 130,520 words

cw sections about child abuse

Its crazy looking at the summary and tags for this because it looks like such a normal story, but it gets so crazy y'all. I remember it being a fun read, but also very stressful because Davy is fucking deranged

College A/U. Starts in the middle of the story, and will be filled in forward and backwards. Really I just love the moment that they start turning from enemies to friends. And I love their first kiss. So I just wanted to write a new version of it.

We are the Demons in Silence by Nightrayspath and @krisrix

Rated E, 79,295 words

The stench of sulfur hung in the air. There was a new victim: a peaceful, smiling face, with not a single drop of blood left in their body. Demon hunter Simon Snow was sent to investigate by Mayor Mage. The word "vampire" floated through Simon's mind… A clue carried by one of the victims, a card for the club 'Pitch Black, lead Simon straight into the arms of his old nemesis. Someone he hadn't seen since their school days. Baz Pitch hadn't changed. He still exuded that same dangerous charm, and Simon was helplessly drawn to him. But Baz's connection to the murders could not be denied. And there was a shadow following him in the night. A web of death and blood entangled Simon and Baz's lives together once more, all while the city of Watford was kept awake at night by the looming threat of the killer.

I’ll Hold You Close, So You Know I’m Here by Azalea_Blue

Rated T, 1,192 words

Simon watches as The Mage drives his sword through Baz’s heart, but then wakes up in his boyfriends arms.

Please Don't Take My Sunshine Away by @bloodiedpixie

Rated T, 1,539 words

Baz has a panic attack due to his kidnapping trauma and Simon helps him calm down

If you have any recs that fit the prompt that I've missed, feel free to leave them in the comments! There's plenty of gaps in my reading so there's a good chance I may not have read it

Also I've had a hard time finding if some people are here on Tumblr, so if you know someone who hasn't been tagged, feel free to leave that in the comments as well <3

@carryon-countdown

[toomuchdickfort]

Let’s play a game called ‘is this a new character or an au?’ in which I don’t know if I want to dedicate to an idea or not

[ppersonna]

tempestuous - kth | m

tem·pes·tu·ous - adjective - characterized by strong and turbulent or conflicting emotion

↳ summary- There’s no one who riles you up more than Kim Taehyung, your best friend’s brother.  He knows exactly how to make you fly off the handle.

↳ rating- explicit / 18+

↳ word count- 6.8k

↳ pairing- taehyung x reader

↳ genre- smut, minor angst i guess in the form of fighting, this is one big pile of smut, there’s some fluff too

↳ warnings- yikes where to begin.  angry sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (don’t be like dis), slapping, spanking, pain kink, dom/sub elements, facefucking, really rough sex, finger sucking, derogatory names, uhhh name calling, hate sex, tae is fuckin nasty yall im thriving

↳ a/n- I HAD TO REUPLOAD bc tumblr sucks lol well folks. here we are.  i was given a prompt by @ladyartemesia​ so i blame her.  as for tae, he really came for me this week and completely wrecked me, love that for me. i really popped off here and it’s only edited by me so i’m SORRY if there’s a lot of mistakes.  fun fact i actually wrote almost 10k of another version of this but it frustrated me so badly i scrapped it lmao  🤡 HERE WE GO! Enjoy!  feel free to send in your requests and i promise to try and get it done for you! 

Kim Taehyung could only be described in a few words.

Infuriating, bothersome, vexing.

Gorgeous, breathtaking, suave.

Absolutely, inherently maddening.

And you hate how much you absolutely melt underneath his gaze, the way your heart leaps into your throat with a single word.  Your body, the ultimate betrayer, opens up to him as your brain screams to abort, reverse, go back to start and do not pass go.

Kim Taehyung is not just the bane of your existence, no.  He’s the little brother of your best friend, Kim Namjoon.   Joonie had been in your life since you were in first grade and he in second.  Taehyung was your age, but you hit it off with the older boy and haven’t separated since.  Your mothers joked that you would get married one day and continue on the Kim line.  Until they found out that Namjoon was 1) bisexual and 2) hopelessly in love with, ironically, a man named Kim Seokjin.   He reasoned to his parents that they would at least carry on the Kim name.  

Where Namjoon was sweet, caring, and deeply compassionate towards you, Taehyung was his alter.  Taehyung was brash, cocky and relished in watching you squirm, whether it be out of fury or the god forsaken sexual tension.  All growing up, he was the one to pull your pigtails, trip you into puddles of mud, and tease you in front of your friends. Namjoon, ever the faithful companion, was always there to pick up the pieces of what Taehyung broke.

It’s been that way with Taehyung ever since. A constant tug of war with each other, both unwilling to give a single inch to the opponent.  

Your relationship with Namjoon remained steadfast as ever.  Namjoon eventually moved in with his now-husband, Seokjin, who easily settled into your life as an additional partner in crime.  You spent most of your days and nights settled into the couch, snuggled somehow in between or next to one of the two men you cherished most.  You had the two best friends you could ask for and a happy life, blissfully Taehyung-free.

Until it wasn’t.

A loud knock wakes you from an unexpected nap on Namjoon’s couch.  Your eyes crack open against the glare of the sunlight streaming through the windows.  It takes a moment to gather your surroundings.  You recognize that you’re in Namjoon and Seokjin’s apartment, and judging by the silence, you’re definitely alone there.  As you reach for your phone, the screen lights up the time.  5:34 pm.  Well, shit. You remember eating brunch and drinking mimosas at noon with your best friends and then lying on the couch to watch Netflix.  How had you fallen asleep for five hours?  How did you not wake? What the fuck did Jin put in his mimosas?

The knock is insistent again, louder this time.

“Joon! Jin! it’s me! Open up!”

The voice sounds familiar in your sleep-addled mind, but not quite enough to pinpoint it.   You push your limp body off the couch and wince at the feeling of sore muscles.  Couch sleeping isn’t all it’s cracked up to be once you’re past the age of 25.

“Sorry, Namjoon isn’t here-,” You open the door to explain to the guest and you’re cut off.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

You rub at your sleepy eyes and allow your vision to focus, only to feel your blood stand still in your veins.

Kim Taehyung.  Of fucking course.

“What do you mean, why am I here? I’m always here,” you tut as you fold your arms to your chest.  “What are you doing here?”

He rolls his eyes and holds up his hands, two suitcases clutched in each.  Who the fuck carries 4 suitcases up three flights of stairs? Kim annoying ass Taehyung does, apparently.

“I’m moving in.”  He pushes past you and into the living room.  

Your mouth gapes open.  Namjoon certainly didn’t tell you this.  Taehyung looks back at chuckles at your reaction.

“I’m guessing your best friend didn’t tell you the happy news?”

You shut your mouth, quickly jumping back into composure.  “No, he failed to mention that,” you sniff.  “I thought you lived with your girlfriend in Gangnam?  What was her name? Rose or whatever?”

Tae stiffens, just slightly for a moment, before he plasters back on the bravado.  “Obviously not anymore.  We broke up, she kept the apartment.  Got tired of moping at my mom’s house and I told Namjoon I wanted to come back to the city.”

You feel a slight tug at your stomach, guilt, perhaps?  You clear your throat.  “Oh, I’m sorry.”

He laughs as he sits on the couch, instantly throwing his feet onto the coffee table, like a heathen.  “No, you’re not.”  

“What do you mean, no I’m not? God, sorry for being polite!”

This, you reason, is why you can’t sustain longer than 5 minutes of civilized conversation with your best friend’s younger brother.  He’s impossible.

He just smirks, and you know he loves the rise he gets out of you.

“Because I know you, and I know you don’t give a fuck about my love life.”

Au contraire. If only he knew just how much you gave a fuck.

“That doesn’t mean I can’t be nice to you!” you nearly stamp your foot in frustration but hold yourself back. That would be too good of ammo for him to use against you.

“Okay, fine,” he acquiesces. “Whatever helps you feel you’re a good person.”

You’re seeing red and you know you want to continue screaming at him but you will not stoop to his level.

“Christ, I haven’t seen you in months and you’re still an asshole,” you say as you grab your keys and shoes. “And also, Jin will kill you if he sees your feet on his coffee table.”

You whip yourself around and open the door to leave and hear him call over your shoulder.

“Good to see you too, doll! Love the hairstyle, by the way.”

You close the door with a growl leaving your throat.  The absolute audacity of that man.

You stomp towards the elevator to take yourself to the ground level, when you catch your reflection in the shiny metal. Your hair is in what you can only lovingly call a complete hornet’s nest. It’s ratted and sticking out in places and you feel your cheeks burn.  Your first reintroduction with Taehyung is with a fight AND with you looking like a fool.

This would not do. No, sir.

“Kim Namjoon!” you shriek into your cell phone.  You’re awkwardly pressing it against your ear with your shoulder as you walk out of the convenience store under your apartment building with 3 bottles of soju and a six-pack of beer. You needed to drown your shame and sorrow, and fast.

“Hello, love of my life and moon of my stars,” your best friend replies and you can hear Seokjin chuckle in the background.

“No!” You chide, already cracking a beer open as you storm into your apartment building. “Don’t you Khal Drogo me, mister! Why the fuck didn’t you tell me your fucking asshole brother was moving in with you?!”

Namjoon is silent and you can tell he’s wincing on the other end of the phone. “Oops?” He offers.

“Yeah, big oops! A heads up would have been nice! Like, ‘hey best friend, your worst enemy of all time is moving in today. Maybe you shouldn’t fall asleep on my couch and wake up looking like Frankenstein’s ugly wife. Oh, and also my handsome boyfriend and I will just happen to not be there when he arrives’.”

By this time, you can tell Namjoon has put you on speakerphone because you can hear their rich laughter loud and clear. Rude bitches.

You stab your key code into your door and lock yourself in, chugging as much of the beer as you could handle.

“At least, even in her rants she thinks I’m handsome,” Jin gloats.

“I’m sorry babe,” Namjoon sighs as he finally calms down. “I didn’t know he would be there today. I just found out about it last night.”

You nibbled at your bottom lip, the annoying pit in your stomach feeling simultaneously guilty that he went through a breakup, unbridled joy that something brought him down a peg, and just a dash of excitement that he’s single now.

You let out a breath. “It’s okay, Joon.  It just surprised me to see him.”

Jin butts in, “And because you have a big, fat, unresolved crush on him.”

“Jin!” You admonish. The couple laughs again and you roll your eyes, asking yourself why you put up with the two. “I do not!”

They both hum a non-committal answer, implying they don’t believe you in the slightest.

“Whatever.  What are you guys doing, anyway?”

“We just got home from shopping.  God, Jin looked so good in these jeans he tried on.  I was actually just about to suck his coc-,”

“Kim Namjoon, do not finish that sentence! I do not wish to hear it!” You try to remain firm, but dissolve into giggles with the pair.

You could never stay mad at Namjoon long, even if his brother was the devil incarnate.

“Darling,” Jin calls through the phone.  “I still expect to see you at our place tonight for our sleepover.”

Christ, you had forgotten all about your scheduled sleepover night.  It was tradition and one of your favorite parts of your friendship with the couple.  Jin, a literal chef, prepared a five star meal along with dessert for you while you binge watched Netflix and talked incessantly.

But you also usually slept in their spare bedroom.  The exact one that Taehyung would be occupying.

“Fuck, while he’s there?”

“Oh suck it up,” Jin chides, like he’s your mother. “He’s probably not even going to leave his room.  You’re not getting out of this.  I’m making strawberry cheesecake.”

Your mouth waters at the idea of Jin’s famous cheesecake.  

“Fine, but I get to lick the bowl and not Namjoon.  Those are my terms.”

Namjoon squawked in defiance as Jin laughed.  “I agree to your terms.  Be at our place by 8.”

As you hung up the phone, you checked the time.  6:40.  God, he hadn’t left you with much time to get ready, did he?

And you definitely needed to get ready.  There was no way you were entering a room where Kim Taehyung exists looking like booboo the fool, not again.

Your fingers press the 6 digit passcode to Namjoon and Seokjin’s apartment, arms heavy laden with your bag of toiletries and pajamas, and a bag full of wine.

“Honey, I’m home!” You announce as you toe off your shoes and slide into the combined kitchen and living room.

You receive no reply, but greeted with the amused face of none other than the object of your filthiest dreams, Taehyung.

“Pet names already?  We’re moving pretty fast, wouldn’t you say?” He asks you as he lounges at the kitchen table.  He watches you open the fridge to set the wine, as comfortable in their home as you are in yours.

“Fuck off,” you grumble. “Where’s your brother?”

Tae seemed absolutely tickled by your disgruntlement.  “I think they mentioned something about taking a shower.  That was 20 minutes ago, though.”

“Great,” you sigh. “Those fucking horn dogs act as if they’re still newlyweds.  We’ll be waiting awhile.”  

You tug off your sweater, leaving you to remain in a fitted tank top and yoga pants.  You tried to maintain a comfortable look as you dressed for the evening, while keeping in mind which leggings hugged your ass and showed off your toned thighs, and a tank top that dipped low to your cleavage.  Okay, so maybe you had ulterior motives. You wanted to make up for your dreadful appearance earlier and make him squirm, payback for the years of him doing it to you.

You watch him as he lets his eyes roam your body, eying you like he wants to ravage you completely. You feel victorious… and also turned on. Fuck, you played yourself.

You flop onto the couch in a huff and Tae snorts before joining you.

“What’s so funny?” You eye him suspiciously.

“Nothing,” his smile feigns innocence. “I’m not allowed to laugh?”

You sniff in annoyance, not eager to fall for his tricks. “You’re allowed to do whatever you want, your highness.”  Sarcasm drips from your voice and Tae finds it even more humorous.

“I see you’re still a sassy bitch.”

You gasp, audibly startled by his language and rise from the couch, fists clenched.

“I see you’re still a conceited dick!”

He rises to meet you where you stand, eyes boring into your own with his stupid sexy grin on his face.  “I see you’re still not one to back down from a fight.”

You step closer, close enough to feel his breath on your face.  Idly, you note it smells like peppermint and you move closer on reflex.

“Yeah? I see you’re still not one to avoid starting a fight in the first place!” you huff.

“Oh, I started it?”  

“Yeah, you started it! You called me a bitch!”

You can’t believe this is happening.  You feel as if you’re 6 again and fighting with him over a toy.

“A sassy bitch, actually,” he corrects, taking another step forward, bodies touching.

“Fuck you!”

“Only if you say please,” he quips before he closes the distance and presses his lips to yours in a scorching hot kiss.

There’s not even a moment of hesitation on your end, immediately pulling him even closer and wrapping your arms around his neck and allowing his tongue entrance to your mouth.  Your body reacts to his instantly, as if it’s wired to respond to him and him only. Your mind was blank of anything except Tae, only Tae please, and you acted purely on instinct alone.  And instinct was pulling him closer and begging, more, anything he could give.

The sound of laughter coming from the hallway pulls you apart, neither of you wanting to get caught by Namjoon or Jin.  You stare at him, his lips are cherry red and slightly swollen and the image burns into your retinas.  He has such pretty lips after you’ve kissed him.

“Oh hey! What’s going on here?” Namjoon asks as he notices the intense eye-battle you’re engaged in with his younger brother.

It shakes you out of the spell, eye contact broken and hypnosis halted.  

“Just, errrr,” you falter to find the right words to explain the situation.

“Just getting reacquainted.”  Tae sounds completely unaffected, as if the passionate kiss you shared with him seconds ago was but a distant memory.  Asshole.

“I’m surprised you two haven’t thrown anything at each other yet,” Jin laughs. “Or thrown yourselves at each other.”

Both you and Taehyung whip to look directly at Jin.

“Her!?” Tae is incredulous. “Gross.”

You’ll never admit out loud that his words wound you.

“You’re an asshole, Taehyung,” you punctuate your words by turning away from him and towards Namjoon, who appears amused as ever.

“Ah, I love when my best friend and my little brother are screaming at each other.  Feels like old times.  Can one of you cry now to complete the moment?”

Taehyung grumbles under his breath, something you can’t catch, and stalks off to his room.  The slam of his door reverberates in the apartment and Jin jumps and turns to yell down the hall at his brother-in-law.

“Yah! Don’t break my apartment! I still owe money on this!”

Despite Taehyung’s appearance every so often in the kitchen or living room, the rest of the night goes on with no annoying disturbances.

Jin spoils you and his husband with expensive food, and the best cheesecake you’ve ever eaten in your life.  Plus, you’re given the bowl to lick clean despite a desperately adorable pout from Namjoon you were sure would persuade Jin.

You’re settled on the couch, snuggling in the middle of the couple as an action movie flickers across the big screen tv.  Truthfully, you haven’t paid attention to a single thing happening, your thoughts entirely too absorbed in Taehyung and that deliciously infuriating kiss.  

Why did he do it?  You couldn’t comprehend his reasoning.  Perhaps he was doing it to piss you off.  He’s never angered you with that level of intimacy before, but you didn’t put it past him.

You’re surprised when the credits of the movie start rolling and Jin and Namjoon fake loud yawns.

“Oh man, I’m beat,” Namjoon lies.

Jin is quick to join. “Me too, I think I’ll pass out the moment I hit the pillow.”

You roll your eyes at the men. “Will you two please go fuck already, I know that’s what you’re going to do.”

Namjoon blanches, but Jin laughs and kisses your cheek. “Ah, my smart, beautiful and chaotic child,” he coos. He leans in to your ear, voice low to keep his husband from listening. “I don’t think I’m the only one in this house who’s going to get pounded into a mattress.”  

He pulls back and winks at you, deftly ignores Namjoon’s confusion and sadness of being left out, and drags him to their bedroom with a loud ‘goodnight’.

You’re left to stew in your own emotions, which is never a good thing.  Was the tension that obvious? You always assumed it had been one-sided, but the kiss befuddled you more than you’d like to admit.

It finally snapped in your mind, all the dots connecting. That’s why he did it.  

He kissed you so you’d stew and simmer and eventually erupt, like you’re doing now.  Taehyung knows you too well for your comfort.

You grab your bag of clothes and storm towards the bathroom to change, promising yourself to forget about the kiss and not give Taehyung what he wants.

Except you’re not very good at promises, especially to yourself.

You can’t say you’re excited to sleep on the couch again.  While it’s a nice couch, it’s definitely not a bed and your back will pay the price tomorrow.  You supposed it was better than the floor, but not by much.

After dressing in your pajamas, a purposefully picked out combination of tiny shorts and a sports bra in case Taehyung happens upon you, you return to your bed for the night in the living room.

Namjoon graciously left blankets and a pillow out for you, and you’re complaining internally about Taehyung the whole time you make yourself a spot to sleep.  If it wasn’t for stupid Taehyung and his stupid existence, you’d be sleeping like a baby on the guest bed that you loved.  But no, they relegated you to the couch like an animal.

Sleep was not in the cards tonight, it seems.  You toss and turn and try to press at the cushions to move a lump around and get comfortable, but it’s all for naught.  You’re wide awake and very, very uncomfortable.  You didn’t understand how you fell asleep on this very couch earlier in the day.  Maybe the mimosas you had at brunch with the couple had been helpful.

A thought crosses your mind. Alcohol.  Maybe a nice glass of wine would help tuck you into a peaceful, dreamless sleep.  A nightcap. Of course.  You were angry at yourself for not thinking of it hours ago.  

You slipped out of your disagreeable bed and into the kitchen, trying not to make a sound.  Jin’s beloved kitchen was also an echo chamber of noise, even the slightest sound bouncing off its walls and amplifying it through the whole house.  You still remember the way you jumped five feet in the air when Jin accidentally broke a plate.  It sounded like a bomb explosion.

You bite your lip as you carefully pry the cabinet of wine glasses open, careful to not even allow a squeak of a hinge.  You silently beg to stay silent and not wake anyone in the house.  You didn’t want to be caught drinking wine at 2 am in the dark, that’s difficult to explain without looking like an alcoholic.

With glass in hand, you tiptoe the fridge to pull out the bottle of merlot, thinking the heavy red wine would be the best to get you sleepy and quick.  

You tug the cork from the bottle and pour a healthy amount into the stemware with a smile.  Liquid sleep.  And you had done it without making a single sound. Perfection. The smell of the alcohol permeates through your nose as you lift the glass, placing it to your lips to take a sip.

“Wine at this hour?” the unexpected voice of Taehyung echos through the kitchen, making you yelp and jolting you hard enough that you drop the hard-earned glass of wine to the tile floor, red wine splashing as the sound of glass shattering is reverberating off the walls.

“Fuck!” You screech at the intruder.  Taehyung doubles over, laughing as if he’s seen nothing funnier than what just transpired.  “You asshole!”

You listen past Taehyung’s incessant laughter to ensure the owners of the apartment hadn’t awoken during the ruckus. You definitely did not want to face a tired and agitated Jin to tell him you shattered one of his Tiffany crystal goblets.

Beyond Tae, the house is silent and you’re thanking whatever god is listening for keeping your best friends asleep.

The wine is everywhere, spilling into the cracks of the tile and splattered on the walls.  The crystal stemware is too; it shattered with such force that you see flecks of the shrapnel in all four corners of the room.

Tae wipes a tear from his face and you square a tempestuous look at him.  

“Fucking help me!  You made me drop it!”

Through snorts, he replies. “I didn’t make you do anything.  You did that on your own.”  Although he is arguing with you, he’s gingerly stepping into the kitchen and kneeling to pick up shards of glass.

“I wouldn’t have dropped it if you had come into the room like a fucking normal person,” you grit.

He collects the glass, the delighted grin on his face now permanent.  He’s relishing in your annoyance, you know he is, and it burns you from the inside out.

“It’s not my fault you didn’t hear me.”

“You could have turned on the light! Why were you in the dark like a freak?”  You’re grasping at straws, anything to pin this all on him.  It would quell the fire in your belly to push it all onto him, make you feel as if you’ve won.

Taehyung levels a look at you.  “And you weren’t also in the dark? Pouring a gallon of wine for yourself?”

Your cheeks flare red. Fuck, he definitely caught you there.  You’re playing verbal poker with him and the hand you’re dealt falls flat compared to his royal flush.  He grins, knowing he has you.

“Fuck you,” you snark, you go to insult when you’re backed into a corner.

“Ah, doll,” he winks.  “We talked about that.  Be careful what you wish for.”

The fire inside you is roaring to an inferno now, flames licking to your core. It’s a complicated mixture of anger and sexual energy. It’s infuriating that he’s able to make you feel every single emotion to the extreme. You hate that arguing with him turns you on, like it’s some perverse foreplay.  

You moisten your lips with your tongue as you process his words, and Tae’s eyes hungrily track the appendage as it glides over your lips.

“Fuck. You.” You emphasize perfunctorily.

All thoughts of wiping up the mess are forgotten as Tae drags both you and himself off the floor and steers you to the living room, lips feverish against your own.  He pushes you into the couch and tugs his shirt off, before replacing his lips to yours.  

“Fuck, you’re so fucking hot when you’re a bitch,” he groans as he snaps the strap of your sports bra. “Seeing you get all worked up makes me so hard.”

He’s not wrong. You can see through his mesh basketball shorts that he’s sporting an impressive package, rock hard in its clothed prison.

“Yeah?” You bite at his lip.

“Hell yeah.”  His hands work to the elastic band under your bust and tugs the offending material off, tits springing free as he throws it to the floor.  

“Holy shit,” Taehyung breathes as he gets a good look at your chest.

You shake them gently, grinning as he watches them jiggle.  “You like what you see?”

He smirks and pinches a nipple, wiping the coy smile off your face and turning it into a moan.  “I like when you’re mouthy, but don’t push it.”  

He lowers his head to the nipple he’s still pinching in his fingers, licking at it and replacing his fingers with his mouth.  He’s moaning around the nipple, and you’re gasping for more.  His hot mouth sucks at you, teeth nibbling and pulling it until you’re whimpering in delicious pain.

“Fuck!” He cries as he pops away from your nipple.  “You’re so fucking hot.”

Your body warms at his words, arousal pooling between your legs.  You’re sure that your thighs are drenched in your essence.

He slurps your neglected breast into his mouth, ensuring your nipples are equally abused.  His tongue is skilled but his mouth is messy, saliva dripping all around your tit and it’s the hottest fucking sight you’ve ever seen.

He’s pulling away again and pinching both nipples with his hands simultaneously. “And you’re so fucking annoying.”

You’re pleading for more or to stop, you’re not sure.  He continues.

“Mm, I’m gonna fuck you until you’re a good little bitch for me. Listening to every fucking thing I say.”

He releases your nipples, and you finally find the ability to focus again, staring directly at him.

“Oh, you think you’re that good?” you sass as you attempt to catch your breath.  “Put your money where your mouth is.”

Tae grips your chin roughly, face inches away from yours with a sadistic grin. “You’re going to regret those words, baby.”

Instantly, he’s standing up and tugging his shorts down to let his cock spring free.  Your brain misfires as you visually measure his cock and your mouth goes dry. He’s thick and long. The bulbous head is dripping pre-cum, begging you to slurp it up.

“How about I put my money where your mouth is,” he suggests as he grabs a fistful of your hair.  

He teasingly rubs his cock on your lips and cheeks, makes you whimper with need. Your tongue is sticking out, desperate for him to lay it on you.

“Already so fucking greedy,” he grunts and in one motion, directs his dick into your open mouth. “I’ll fuck your throat, yeah? Greedy bitches love getting face fucked.”  He is still for a beat more, eyes searching yours for consent and you nod with his cock still in your mouth. He winks, then begins a rapid pace, his cock fucking into your mouth and throat.

You’re sure you look like a goddamn mess with saliva dripping from your mouth as Taehyung punishes your throat with his thrusts.  You gag and moan around him, and he tightens his grip in your hair as you see stars.

It’s indescribable. Never have you felt such pleasure from sucking cock, but Tae commands your entire body, willing you to drip with anticipation.

“My little fuck toy, god you feel so fucking good,” he hisses. “You’re gonna swallow my cum, baby.”  

His hips are stuttering, he’s close, and you’re sucking him harder, cheeks pulling in harder to vacuum him in. The pressure makes him groan out loud.

“So good, so fucking good. Get ready for your prize, baby,” his voice cuts off in a gasp, as his cock twitches violently. His legs shake and he doesn’t hold back the moans of his orgasm, gasping as he feels rope after rope spill down your hot throat.

Your big doll eyes are twinkling up at him, lips still wrapped around his cock. Taehyung is sure it’s the hottest thing he’ll ever see in his lifetime.  You on your knees, subservient to him and thriving for it.

“Mmm, I like it when your mouth is full like this,” he slowly pulls out of your mouth, albeit reluctantly. “Can’t talk back to me when you’re sucking my cock like a whore.”

You smile and stick out your tongue, pleased to show him you happily accepted his cum.

“Good fucking girl,” he coos as he grips your chin again. “Did you like my cum?”

You nod, brain fried from the heat of the room.

“Use your words,” he grits and grips your jaw harder. It’s enough to shock you into compliance.

“Y-yes! Fuck, I love your cum, Tae.”  Your words are breathy and raspy, throat raw from his barrage.

“I knew you would, filthy slut.  Sit on the couch.” He orders and you’re quick to scurry and sit on the makeshift bed you made.

His hands are tugging down your shorts quickly. No teasing or seduction here, not now. You lift your hips, and he throws them aside. Your legs close on reflex, making him growl.

“Do not hide yourself from me.” His tone is dark and you can’t help but shiver as you open yourself up to him. You want to talk back, want to fight and bite at him, but you’re quickly losing the ability to even speak, and you’re aching for him.

“Where’s my mouthy little bitch? You’re awfully quiet. Did I finally break you?” He teases, pressing your legs upward, knees to your ears. It’s pornographic how on display you are for him, soaking wet cunt front and center.

“The great Taehyung thinks he can break me with his cock,” you mewl, mustering all the false confidence you can. You’re lying through your fucking teeth and you both know it, but you continue. “You’ll have to do more than that.”

Your pussy is quaking with need now, desperate for a single touch. His hands maintain purchase on the backs of your thighs, holding them up.

“There she is,” he bites at the flesh of your leg closest to him which makes you jerk in his hold. “Gonna fuck the brat right out of you.”

He removes a hand from your thigh and you’re quick to pick up the slack, holding the thigh in place to maintain his open show of your pussy.

“Try me,” you murmur, and you’re instantly regretting your words as a harsh slap descends and lands square on your cunt.

You nearly scream, pain flooding your wanton pussy, before turning into delicious pleasure that stings and tingles right at your clit. It sizzles, and warmth blooms where his hand was.

“That’s for not believing me.”  His eyes are feral and you want to bottle this memory forever.  

Another slap has your legs trembling, eyes rolling back as the burn turns to a low heat.  You’re dripping your wetness down onto the couch and Jin will kill you, but you don’t care.

“That was for calling me a dick,” he smirks.

Smack.

Tears spring in your eyes as the slap brings more pleasure than pain, desperately close to your edge.

“Look at you, you could cum just from this, couldn’t you?”

“F-fuck! Yes, please, I need more, please!” Your cunt is clenching around nothing, desperate for friction and leaking out of you like a faucet. Taehyung marvels at you, legs spread so far, with a cunt weeping with arousal for more. He can’t wait to dive in there, but he’s not finished with you yet.

“More? I don’t know if you deserve more, baby, you’ve been awfully mean to me,” he tsks, breathing hot air on your clit, making you whine.

“P-please! I’m sorry!” You’re sure you will black out with how desperately you need him. You need him more than you need oxygen.

“Beg.”

You’re quick to submit. Thoughts of fighting back are long gone, you’re his wanton little slut now.

“Please, please! Pleaseeeee, make me cum! I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?” He asks with an arch of his eyebrow.

You’re nodding wildly, gazing at him with desperate, watery eyes.

“Anything, I need you so f-fucking bad it hurts!”

By the time the words leave your lips, he’s thrusting two fingers into your cunt viciously, fingering you ferociously. He arches them, rubbing against your spongy g-spot and making you scream. He knows you’re close, knows you only need one little push off the edge. He plays your body like a skilled practitioner.

“Cum on my fingers, baby. Let me see my greedy little bitch milk my fingers.”

Your body and mind react accordingly, deep down you know your body is owned completely by him, all his.  Your orgasm explodes and you think you actually scream, your vision is black and your hearing goes silent for a moment as you cum harder than you have in your life.  You’re squeezing his fingers with your pussy so tight and Taehyung is gently licking all the juices from his hand with his fingers still inside you.

It takes time to descend from the separate plane of existence Taehyung sent you too, but you come back and watch as he laps at the liquid of your cunt and on his hand like it’s a vital necessity. His fingers remain in your walls, and he refuses to break eye contact with you. You’re positive you could cum again from the sight.

“My little cockslut tastes so good, just how I like,” he tells you tenderly. “Like cherries, so sweet.  My little cherry.”

Your cunt is aching and warming back to life as he pulls his fingers out of you. The loss is immense and you’re whimpering for more.

“Ah, ah,” he hushes you. “No whining. You’ll take what I give you.  Suck my fingers clean. Taste yourself.”

He presses his fingers into your mouth, earning him a sigh, the taste of you filling your mouth. You swirl your tongue around his fingers and suckle each one to ensure your tongue laves the entire surface.

“Fuck,” he whispers and it’s his first crack in his steel reserve. “Needy.”

He pulls his fingers from your mouth and presses against you to kiss. It’s gentle, sweet, and nothing compared to the man assailing your pussy with slaps moments ago. It thrills you just the same and you return in kind, threading your hands in his wavy hair.

He pulls away and presses his forehead against yours, a moment of gentleness you actively welcome.

“This little cunt ready for me?” He whispers and you’re whimpering your reply.

“Please, fuck me. I need you to fuck me until I can’t walk.”

He grins and presses a kiss to your lips again, sweet and chaste, before he pulls away and slides down to attach those same sinful lips to your pussy.

It’s so unexpected you flinch and manage a cry as his tongue slurps up more of your delicious essence and his mouth moves to suckle on your clit. You’re not sure where the fuck he learned these tricks, but you know now you will never let him go.

“Taehyung!” You cry at the sensation. “Fuck!”

After receiving the reaction he was desperate for, he slips his tongue into your walls deep and gathers as much of you as he can, before he’s pulling back and swallowing you down.

“I couldn’t resist. Your cunt was made for me to devour.”

He doesn’t allow for a response as he throws your legs over his shoulders and lines himself up at your core.

“Condom?” He asks you, and you level a quick look at him.

“I don’t live here! I don’t have any!”  You’re savage, terrified he’ll pull his cock away when all you want and can think about is the way he’ll feel pounding into you.

“Don’t be rude, baby,” he reminds you with a swat to your ass. “I’m clean, promise. You?”

You nod quickly, reveling in the spank’s tingle. “Same. I have an IUD too,” you sigh. Thank god for medical birth control implants.

“Good. You’re the only pussy I’m gonna fuck from now on,” he promises. You know you must talk about this later, when you’re thinking rationally and not with your aching pussy.  

Your heart stutters and leaps into your throat but all is forgotten as he plunges into your tight heat.

“Ohhhhh shit, ahhh,” he gasps. “Baby, you’re so fucking tight and wet.”  He’s on the verge of whining, becoming just as needy and greedy as you.  He wastes no time in setting a pace.

His cock fills you completely, his angle allowing him to go as deep as he can, pressing the beginning of your cervix.  This is surely what heaven feels like.  It feels like the completeness you feel with Taehyung fully sheathed inside you.

It comes alive with flames and explosions as he fucks you, hips pistoning to plunge in and out of you with tenacity.  He fucks you like he laces every single thrust with more, more than just sex. He fucks you with purpose.

You’re moaning like a pornstar now, high pitch wails and gasps and breathy moans are all you can manage. “Taehyung, yes! Feel so g-g-good!”

“That’s right baby, scream my fucking name. Make sure all the neighbors know who fucking ruined you,” he nearly spits, cock thrusting into your core at an impossible speed. “I want you to tell all of Korea who owns you. Who owns this tiny little cunt?”

The wind leaves you, and you’re gasping for air, gaping mouth open as you try to reply. It takes him fucking into you harder a few times before you feel it rush back into you.

“You, Taehyung!  You!  Fuck, I love your cock!”

His thumb rubs at your engorged clit, allowing it the friction it seeks.  He bends forward and wraps his other hand around your throat, squeezing.  

Losing air combined with the friction on your clit has you keening, so close to the edge. You try to babble his name but nothing comes out.

“Look at my pretty little slut taking my cock so well,” he praises.  “You have the greediest pussy, don’t you? You need my cock daily, baby. Need to put my mouthy bitch in her place, remind her who’s in charge.”

He slows his pace but his thrusts are punishing, fucking into you as hard as he can. Your orgasm is climbing so impossibly high.

“F-fuck!” You gasp as he releases his grip on your neck. “Gonna cum! Please let me cum!”  

“Yeah baby, cum for me.  Cream your greedy pussy all over my cock.”

The world stops spinning as you hit the height of your climax and plunge down.  Your vision goes black and your body is quivering and convulsing nearly as hard as your cunt is. Taehyung hisses at your walls sucking him in, as if you’re begging for his cum, begging for more.

“Fuck, good girl, baby, holy shit,” he’s breathless and so close.

You’re overstimulated, boneless, but he wrought two of the best orgasms you’ve ever felt in your life and you’ll be damned if you leave him high and dry.  You bite your lip as you move with him, hips pounding against each other. His face is scrunched up and you know he’s close when he’s stuttering on his words.  You take over for him.

“Please cum in me baby, please.  Fill me up. I’m yours, baby, mark my little cunt as yours.”  You don’t know where it’s coming from, but you keep it going. It feels as natural as fucking him does. “Please, Taehyung!”

At the sound of his name leaving you in a whine, he spirals down his own completion. He feels his cock pulse as he empties his load into you, your walls still reverently beckoning for him. He’s calling out your name, grasping at your tits as he finishes and you’re smiling from ear to ear. Your pussy is warm with his seed and you’re positive it’s the way you want to feel every single night.

“Holy fuck,” Taehyung rasps as he pulls his cock out of you. He thrills as he watches his cum follow, slipping out your folds and down your thigh. “I definitely marked you.”

You hum in reply, finally allowing yourself to soak in the haze of orgasmic bliss. Tae presses his head to yours again, kissing you sweetly.

“Come sleep in my bed?” He asks. He means more behind it. He wants to ask you to sleep in his bed every night, stay with him every day, be the one he grows old with. He knows there’s still more to talk about, wounds of the past to heal, but now you’re with him, and he knows he’ll work through anything.

You nod, and kiss him again, understanding his hidden meaning laced in his words.

A sly smile spreads across his face. “Last one to bed has to take the blame for the wineglass,” he teases. Your head spins as if you’ve got whiplash.  He can switch from dominating to sensitive to the little shit he is so quick.

“Hey! No fucking fair! You fucked my ability to run out of me!”

“Shouldn’t have been such a sassy bitch,” he winks before he tears away towards his room.

“Taehyung, you’re an asshole!” You call as you limp your way behind him.

From behind Joon and Jin’s door, a critical voice bellows, “YAH! I’ll kill you if you got your jizz on my couch! And what is this I heard about my glass!!? HEY!  Those are TIFFANY. CRYSTAL. THE DISRESPECT!”

You slip into Taehyung’s bed and wrap yourself around him, the two of you gasping with mischievous giggles.

Kim Taehyung will always be the one who knows how to drive you wild. He’ll always aggravate and infuriate you, send you reeling.

But now you didn’t think you minded it at all.

© ppersonna - 2020 - do not repost on any site, or translate without express permission from author.

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30, 40 and § (if you haven’t already answered these!)

oooh, i haven't! i also don't even know what § is when it's at home. going to look it up now...

ok, it's "a typographical character for referencing individually numbered sections of a document" and may also be used to reference paragraphs. i guess that's why i don't use it..

30. Do you like writing for prompts, challenges etc?

yes!! that's why i've got THREE FICS for challenges i'm working on right now, and i also run @carryonprompts a tumblr specifically for prompts  in the hope of getting good prompts from other people, that's how much i like writing for prompts and challenges.

the kind of prompts i'm not as into are ones where it's just a word, or the challenge is to write lots of things because i have forgotten how to write short things and i don't write that quickly, so i always see COC go by and think 'alas, i wish i was part of that', but i know it's not right for me, or i could be part of it. and i also don't really like fests where i have to come up with my own idea with no constraints, because i can do that anyway and the bad thing about fests, at least in our fandom, is that they can drive traffic down, rather than up.

so - i love fests, i love prompts, but i choose the ones i do. @co-wipadoption and @carryon-reverse-bang were both perfect for me, as they both insist on me writing something quite specific and possibly quite different from what i'd normally write. plus i love being in the position of choosing - i really enjoyed that for CORB. which of these many good ideas do i want to write the most. and there was art, which is lovely. almost all writers i know are feral for art, it is just a fact.

40. Favorite story you've written? (in general or for a specific fandom)

for CO, it's probably still The Mage's Heir, although it's getting quite old and non-canonical now.

more recently, i have loved Classroom Politics - possibly even more than RE. maybe in part because its the earlier version, and i tend to like the first time i do things, plus i just think it's pretty good!

§) A fandom or ship you wish had more fic for you to read

ok, so my first thought is....... i kind of wish baz/lamb was more of a thing. it's not that i want them to be together, but i've basically read all the ones that do exist. at the moment i feels really transgressive to go there at all, i'd like it to just be a normal ship. and i'd probably still read most of it. (except like, baz and lamb buy curtains or something, but to be honest, i would also read that, as long as it was by the kind of person who would write baz/lamb right now and knows it's kind of weird and bad but also good.) (i'm not into lamb as an abusive boyfriend background character, though. he should be a proper character who just doesn't care about other people's feelings.)

back in blake, i really wanted more avon/soolin - which is probably nothing like baz/lamb really, but now i've connected them, i feel like maybe it is. because avon is like baz, and soolin is like... a cooler version of avon, who is not actually romantically interested in him, but might be willing to fuck him. meanwhile by the time avon meets soolin, he's already totally crazy (IMO) about blake and drowning under his own problems...

but i also would have read almost anything in b7 as long as the fundamental principle of avon being in love with blake was upheld, he can bang anyone he wants while blake is missing and he's making bad choices all round. so, too - AU canon divergence, baz never confessed to simon, lamb never betrayed baz... (this will not be in the fake fiance fic, don't worry. we don't have time for this, and it's a shared project so i wouldn't put this in there.)

anyway, we're getting too deep on this one. baz/lamb curtain fic where baz is in love with simon, you get me?

oh - and the other day i was talking about baz/agedup!humdrum angst. i'd like there to be more of that, too.

that got weird. but you've written lots of good malmage, so i think it's ok.

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

==

from this ask list

[scifielves]

given the nature of COC. does Camilla have any fun transformations?

Given her origins, and the help from Claudia, she's avoided virtually all transformations thus far... but that was before she started sleeping with Claudia so often. Any transformation effect that Claudia enjoys, Camilla gets a severely weakened version of.

Which means besides her increased assets solely due to how much she's been fucking, plus her pregnancy, she enjoys...

A light dusting of scales towards her tailbone, extending a bit up her lower back.

Slightly pointed ears.

An almost imperceptible increase to her height.

Some more scales nearby her hairline.

Very slightly ovular pupils.

[philtatosbuck]

I know I shouldn’t even try making sense of RD or the fandoms but like... why exactly do I see so many bugheads (don’t attack, I too am a bughead) hating on archie and saying bughead is gonna last but varchie isn’t?

Veronica and Jughead BOTH got cheated on. Now the writers are sexist and racist so of course more focus would be centered on Jughead and Veronica would be an after thought to them but if they had CONSISTENT writing, then you would know she is NOT an afterthought to Betty and Archie.

Why, why would bughead last and varchie wouldn’t? Because Betty and Jughead have known each other since childhood? Because Veronica and Archie were broken up for a while? 

I give you the fact that both Jug and Ronnie have been insecure at points of Archie and Betty’s relationship. Barchie should have never been visited like that, but since it was, here’s the thing.

Betty and Archie don’t plan on telling their s/os, which means it’s going to come out at a time they least expect it, when both couples are happy (because that’s just how drama works) like a OTH plot except the writers could NEVER match OTH excellence. Veronica has already expressed that she was afraid to open herself up to love, even with Archie, and that HONESTY goes far with her (See: Archie telling her about the kiss that happened when they were broken up in season two).

Jughead has already expressed the fact that honesty is important to him too, perhaps moreso than loyalty (although, this is only based off of the fact of Fangs coming clean about why he did drugs, going against the serpents COC, but I don’t know if I’m remembering that correctly) and in my opinion, the only thing that Jughead and Veronica would both take very, very deeply is if B/A had an ongoing affair.

And, yes, it ended, but it still happened. Should it have? NO. Would it have if the writers had a lick of sense? No. But the point is... they don’t plan on telling them. They wouldn’t have if it wouldn’t (speaking past tense, but we know it’s going to) come out already.

So honestly, and I don’t know if I got this across, if varchie breaks up over it... so should bughead, honestly. I don’t care if you’re a buggie or a varchie but RD portrayed it in a really bughead centric way- we got betty’s point of view but not Archie’s (And I recommend @andsmile ‘s story about the varchie centric version, it’s more justice than the writers will ever do), but both halves of the cheating storyline either deserve the same amount of blame.

I mean, clearly VA & BH will be endgame, but that doesn’t mean they should just breeze over this and have the fandom slutshame Betty or call Archie a fuckboy for an honestly really emotionally confusing traumatizing time (when hasn’t their life been traumatizing since the show began) in their lives.

However, and I’m ashamed to say this as someone who ships bughead and varchie, the bughead fandom has ALWAYS hated on archie/veronica more than betty/jughead in any given situation. It’s not that hard to be fair. Do I approve of cheating? No. Do I hold both sides of it responsible? Absolutely.

They were BOTH in committed, loving relationships (makes you wonder why it happened, huh) and both made choices they shouldn’t have.

Also, and this isn’t related to anything, I miss the core four being friends, what the fuck. B & V are willing to lay down their lives for each other at any given moment, Jughead went on the run with Archie when he really didn’t have to, but instead we get this shit.

And on that note, it’s not just about bughead and varchie. It’s about Jarchie and Beronica too. Archie and Betty are canonically the most important people in Jug and Veronica’s lives as their best friends and significant others, respectively. Their friend group will be fractured and it is not the fault of one person, but two.

Veronica Lodge/Luna is NOT an afterthought. She is Betty Cooper’s best friend. Jughead and Veronica will BOTH be hurt by this and they will BOTH be valid to be hurt over it. 

Yes, the dynamics of BH and VA are different, but one thing that remains true is that betrayal stings deep, especially when it’s someone you love romantically and someone you consider your best friend. Veronica, despite how often the show sidelines her and leaves her out, is a valid part of the core four. Her not being raised with them (or being white) does not erase that.

Last point, but why the fuck do the bh & va fandoms argue so much- we don’t have combatting ships. Our ships are literally best friends and the core four. What the fuck.

[thesmalltowngal]

COC Snowbaz 12- Use Somebody

COC #12: Song/Music Inspired

Simon thinks he can bring Baz back to life, but (from the afterlife) Baz isn’t so sure. 

~ This one is (surprise) inspired by Use Somebody, but a softer version, by the Kings of Leon. Enjoy! ~

*Simon’s POV*

“Okay,” I say under my breath, laying out the last candle. They’re all lit in a circle, ready magicked to stay burning. (Compliments of Penny.) (She says this won’t work- once I had yelled and sobbed at her, she quickly changed her tune.) I’m in Baz’s old Watford room. Mrs. Bunce let me come in after I told her about my plans. (Although I’m bloody sure Penny told her to; her face had been pitying.) 

Baz died… a month ago. (Was it a month ago? It feels like it’s been years… but also only days.) I can’t- I can’t talk about how he died. (I can’t even hardly think about it without wanting to die.) Crowley, I can barely even talk about any of it. But I’ve been doing research lately, and I just know I can bring him back. I’ve got everything the books have said I need and then some. A room he’s emotionally tied to, candles, sage, an item that he’s worn (his smell is almost too much to handle), and someone he was in love with. (Me, that is- I think he was in love. I was definitely bloody well gone.)

This past month has been my own personal hell. Just roaming around with no purpose, constantly looking down at the things I see. I can’t do this - this life thing - if I don’t have Baz here. I can’t. I remember our last words before it happened. 

“Simon, love,” He whispered, cupping my face in his hands and looking into my eyes. “I could never leave you. I swear it.”

“But, Baz-”

“Simon. Just… I won’t go. Not without you. Not someone like you- but you. Simon Snow. My chosen one.” I nodded and turned my face into his hand, breathing his scent in one more time. I could feel the tears start to spill over. What if this was the end of us?

“Promise you won’t leave me?” My voice wavered and my lip quivered. He looked me square in the eyes then, jaw set in determination. His voice was a steel, comforting band around me. 

“I promise, Snow. My soul could never bear to be apart from yours for even ten minutes- let alone a bloody eternity.” He kissed me swiftly and soundly then, pushing the love from his heart to mine through his lips. Before I could get out my first I love you, he was gone. I got the news the next day that he had… (left me.)

And now I’m to bring him back. I know that I can because I’ve been studying nonstop for the past month. Distracting myself from thinking about… well. About him and how he’s gone. But not for much longer, now. I know this might not work, but I s’pose I can’t really admit that to myself, can I? If this doesn’t work, then I’ll have to (what? Die? I don’t think I could do that to Penny) find something else to bring him back. I know that my magic is gone now, and I was never even bloody good at it when I did have it, but like Shephard says, we all have magic. I just can’t control it anymore. But now, with everything I need, I think I can control it just enough to bring him back. To bring him home.

I sit in the middle of the circle of candles on the floor, sgae in my lap, clutching Baz’s shirt tightly to my chest. “Reversus mea,” I start to recite. Almost immediately, a breeze starts in the room even though the windows are shut tightly- I keep going. “Reversus in domum suam. 

Et erit pro te in annis…” The wind is stronger now, but the candles still burn bright. “Come on, Basilton!”

“Reversus mea!” I say again, louder this time and with more force. “Reversus in domum suam… et erit pro te in annis!” The wind is so loud it hurts my ears. (And when did I start crying?) “God fucking damnit, Baz!” I shout before returning back to the spell. I say it three more times, each time the force of the spell getting stronger and stronger. (I have yet to open my eyes, but I know that things are flying in a circle around me- the books said that would happen.)

“REVERSUS MEA!” I shout as loud as I can. (S’pose I hope maybe he can hear me. I don’t know exactly how this is s’posed to work.) “REVERSUS IN DOMUM SUAM, ET ERIT PRO TE IN ANNIS!” All at once, things thud to the ground and the wind stops in a thunderous whoosh. The candles’ flames all blow out and I open my eyes to see that it failed. I failed… 

I’m not getting Baz back. 

*Baz’s POV*

Simon falls forward, shoulders heaving up and down. He’s letting out choked sobs as he pushes my shirt against his face, trying to muffle it all. He sits up on his knees, still unsteady and leaning forward. He looks strained- I can see his vein in his neck and he’s red. Tears stream down his face and snot runs down into his mouth. (Absolutely atrocious. If I were able to talk to him, I’d correct his fucking horrendous manners this instant- not that he’d listen to me.) I want nothing more than to reach out and hold him. To tell him that I’m fine. (Fine being a relative term, of course. I’m dead and constantly without him.) I knew his spell wouldn’t work. You can’t just raise the dead. 

“NO!” He’s screaming his throat raw. He’s breathing much too hard; he’s going to faint. He opens his mouth like he’s going to scream again, but nothing comes out. Just the deafeningly quiet sound of heartbreak. I want nothing more than to comfort him- to put my hand on his shoulder and kiss him soundly until the pain goes away. (Until both of our pain goes away- it could take a bloody eternity.) He’s hiccuping now, but each sound comes out strangled. My heart breaks. (Do ghosts have hearts?) 

“Oh Simon, love,” I whisper softly, even though he can’t hear me. (When did I start crying?) “Don’t cry… please don’t. I’m okay… I’m right here.” He’s rocking back and forth now, face buried in my shirt in his knees. He’s taking gasping breaths of air, and I’m left feeling filled with want. With the perpetual feeling of consignment to oblivion, always wanting wanting wanting but never being able to have. I want the feeling of running my hands through his bronze curls. I want the feeling of his (extra)ordinary blue eyes boring into mine, and I so desperately want the feel of his lips on my skin again. I want want want Simon Snow back. I’d give anything to hold him in my arms again. 

I walk forward a touch, crouching down and looking at the mess that sits in front of me. “Please,” He begs now, looking up to the sky. (Or ceiling, rather.) “Please, Baz. I could-” He sniffles for a moment, a new batch of fresh tears falling from his eyes. His voice breaks again. “I could really use someone right about now…” He’s sobbing again, face contorted into an expression of the epitome of heartbreak. His lips quiver, eyebrows drawn together in an upward arch with sadness filling his eyes. I know you could, I want to say to him. You have me… you just don’t know it.

I lean forward just slightly, hand hovering over his that is clutching the bloody shirt. (Crowley, did he have to use the shirt I died in?) “I love you, Simon Snow. I wish I could be there for you.” I press my hand onto his, trying to clutch it tightly even though he can’t feel me. He pauses for a moment, looking around the room. He’s tears are still flowing, but his face has changed into one of surprise. He looks straight at me (or through me, perhaps) and then back down at the hand I’m holding.

His voice is a choked gasp of astonishment as he looks back up to/through me. 

“Baz?”

[thelightofthingshopedfor]

Dear Yuletide writer,

as far as I can tell from the sign-up summary, you matched with me because of either Silent Hill 3 or Avengers Academy, because I was the only one who requested or offered the other two super-tiny fandoms I nominated. if you feel like doing one of those after all, though, go for it!

I feel like...most of the fandoms I requested aren’t too likely to lead to fics with my major DNWs, probably. I wouldn’t want to see dubcon or significant manipulation in a relationship that’s supposed to be positive and healthy, for instance. I’m not opposed to explicit sex scenes of any kind, although I often end up skimming them because I’m the type of ace person who is just Not Interested in most of the physical aspects, so...you’re welcome to write sex scenes but you absolutely don’t have to feel like you need to.

in general, my biggest DNW is unhappy endings. I’m thrilled to see my favorite characters go through all kinds of hell to get there, but I like things to be okay or at least hopeful by the end. if canon is the unhappy part in one way or another, I’m always happy to read fix-it fics. Between post-canon fix-its that could reasonably happen in the future and canon-divergence AUs where things are okay now because of some mid-canon change, I have a slight preference for the former, but both are good.

as for stuff I like, well, the other thing implied by my main DNW is that I do often enjoy fairly dark fics, as long as they end okay. I also like Loki a lot, as you can probably guess from my requests. if you ended up matching me on Avengers Academy Loki and/or you want to take a stab at one of the other two Loki-centric requests, the Loki fics I’ve actually written are pretty representative of stuff I like in my Loki fics, which basically boils down to “sympathetic interpretations always, with loads of angst and/or whump on the way to a reasonably happy ending”. I tend to take a somewhat lighter tone in general with my Avengers Academy fics (I’ve written 10 of those and only one of them doesn’t involve Loki, so...yeah I have a one-track mind where Loki is concerned), although I did also write a pretty damn whumpy fic for AvAc Loki. I’m very invested in the relationship between Thor and Loki as brothers, although Thorki is usually a personal squick just because of the pseudo-incest. for things that aren’t necessarily Loki-related, I like found families and deep friendships, sibling bonds, stories about characters reclaiming their own agency from some outside force and/or figuring out how to take control of their own narratives, and probably plenty of other things that aren’t coming to mind at the moment. I’m equally good with plotty fics and little slice-of-life or introspective pieces. I will always always always be happy to see queer characters, especially asexual ones.

more detail about my specific requests, basically just expanded versions of what I wrote in my sign-up:

Silent Hill 3 (Heather Mason). I love this game and that's mostly because of Heather--she's resourceful, brave, and incredibly tough, and the game is essentially all about her reclaiming her agency (in a very literal, physical way) from people who used her for their own ends. Anything that gets into Heather's head would be great, whether it's a missing scene of some kind during the game or something afterward that explores what she does next and how she recovers from a frankly massive amount of trauma. I would also really love to see something involving Angela and/or Maria from Silent Hill 2; I'm not sure how the timelines would line up, but the way Heather basically said "fuck you, you don’t own me" to the cult makes me want to see other female characters find their own agency as well, and it would be really awesome if Heather found a way to help them do that, either by helping them directly or just by influencing the way the town operates. in general, I love these games for their atmosphere and symbolism, so anything you can do along those lines would be great.

Avengers Academy (Loki). I still miss this game. I especially miss Loki, who was a snarky little bastard but really not a bad dude. Mostly I'd be thrilled to see anything that focuses on him (or her, I super loved Loki’s canonical genderfluidity) developing actual friendships at the academy, with any characters who might be relevant (Steve, Natasha, America Chavez, Nebula, Union Jack, Angela, Jane Thor, really anybody). Working things out with Thor and/or the rest of his family is always good too; Loki's Frost Giant storyline didn't involve Thor at all, for instance, probably because it was written well before Thor was added to the game, so I'd be interested to see how things went when he found out his brother was a Frost Giant. I’m also always happy to see crossovers of some kind with other Marvel universes, especially considering AvAc was an interesting patchwork of film and comics canon; meta stuff where characters are aware of their multiverse counterparts is always fun (again, my own AvAc fics are pretty representative of what I like...and if you wanted to build off anything in those, I’d be thrilled). and hey, if you want to pick up or expand on any of the plot threads the game never really got around to, like more about the Academy’s supposed mole, the actual nature and origin of the timefog, or other worldbuilding-related stuff, that would be awesome. I’d also be happy to see something post-canon, showing what characters are up to now or doing some kind of reunion. 

Loki: Where Mischief Lies - Mackenzi Lee. I had a lot of issues with this book and I'm not sure how much of that is just me not appreciating what the author was doing with an unreliable narrator (in part because I'm already pretty attached to certain interpretations of Loki) and how much is the author not quite doing it right, but I'd love to see something that would...make it make sense internally in terms of Loki's motivations and actions. It doesn't necessarily have to be a fix-it, although I'd love one of those too, with Loki reuniting with Theo and/or actually reconciling with his family. A giant crossover that includes this Loki with other major versions of Loki could be fun too. I’m planning to write up some kind of actual review to articulate what about this book didn’t work for me, and I’ll update this post with a link when I do that, although...again, I know nobody else offered or requested this one. (if you think it sounds fun or you just want to read this book in general, my library actually has the ebook on Hoopla, so it’s worth checking to see if your library does too.)

Marvel Contest of Champions game (Loki, Thor). The way this game handles Loki continues to piss me off--sometimes it's kind of fun and it strikes a similar balance to recent comics as far as his loyalties and motives are concerned, but most of the time it's like "here's our Loki, his design is based on current comics Loki who's mostly an antihero or even sometimes a hero now, and here's an event storyline explicitly based on the MCU where Loki literally had a redemption arc and a heroic death, but our Loki is still a villain because of reasons". I want the game to fix that, but if they won't, I'd settle for fic. like with Loki: Where Mischief Lies I know nobody matched with me on this one, and this one is probably less accessible--I mean, the game is totally free, but I think all the Loki content so far has been in event storylines, which means you can’t really pick up any of that now (unless somebody on Youtube has been very thorough, I guess; I’ve done some grumbling in my CoC tag but it’s not really helpful as a background). so unless you just happen to have been playing this game regularly for the last few years, it probably won’t work to pick up this one.

[meatcrimes]

also, on that same play session, i decided to do against all tyrants for some Boone points, forgetting i dropped the barrells on cottonwood cove. unlike the ncr equivalent quest, there’s only 15 legion npcs that count towards the quest where the ncr version has at least 40 iirc. so i waited six in game days for atticus to spawn in the legion safe house only for him to never show up. i realized cursor lucullus is still in cottonwood cove so i fast traveled there and killed him. but it wasn’t enough. i needed two more. so i head to camp mccarran and sneak kill lieutenant boyd with a throwing spear (getting a head start on the armed for bear achievement) so i could get into silus’s cell with my big ass brush gun. now something about the against all tyrants achievement that differs from armed for bear is that, in this one, all the weapons you’re allowed to use are loud as fuck. so everyone heard me when i killed silus but thankfully no one cared. now i was ready for my final and most ambitious kill of all, captain curtis, hoping he counted as legion. he did, but like i said before the gun is loud as fuck so everyone heard me kill captain curtis and even tho i got a sneak attack and lost no ncr rep, the whole building was hostile. i had no stealth boys left, i used them all on the deathclaws. the faction disguises i had with me didn’t make the ncr any less hostile, even with ncr armor on. so, with my achievement in hand, i took a deep breath and opened up the console and did coc goodsprings, my first console command of the run, cause i may as well, since the achievements were gotten. next stop, armed for bear, and i’ll finally get that achievement for completing the 3 star GRA challenges

so i’m at quarry junction. got my boxing tape, told my companions to wait on the other side of the hill, stealth boy on, chemmed out of my mind, you know where this is going. deathclaw pro hunter achievement. well i learned today that there’s another way that doesn’t involve getting addicted to every powerup in the game and slapping them to death at 8 damage per hit. no, apparently it still counts if you tenderize them with a stronger weapon beforehand. so i could have gotten out my medicine stick, done hollow point rounds, and sneak attack criticaled a deathclaw to where it had 1 hp left and THEN smack it with my taped-up fists. i was a fool. it’s only the killing blow that matters. i could have tenderized the deathclaws with an AMR and saved myself so much time, hp and healing items. at 8 damage per hit (criticals and vats double) and 500 hp per ‘claw, and i’d say half my hits were vats… carry the 2… that’s about 42 times i had to punch a deathclaw until it finally died. and then four more after that. all while they’re trying to slice me to ribbons. but yeah i slapped to death five adult deathclaws today. how’s everyone else’s games going?

At that point I'd straight up just get the cheat mod that gives me all the achievements idc that's some fuckin dragon quest bullshit

[teababe27]

Countdown - Top 6 Ozzy-era Black Sabbath Covers

Here is another cover songs countdown for y’all.

Black Sabbath...what is there to say that hasn’t already been said.

I started thinking about this list and thought, should I split this up by era, or pick from the million songs they’ve done throughout their career? Especially since there have been more Ozzy songs than Dio or any of their other singers.

I decided on the former.

As such, this countdown will be for my Top 6 covers of Ozzy-era songs.

Why Top 6? Because 666? Maybe. Also because I might as well stick with my usual number.

There will be a separate list for Dio-era and another separate list for everyone else.

This was honestly a tough list to narrow down to 6. I will likely have to make a Part 2 at some point in the future.

General rules:

It had to have been released on an official album. They can’t just have performed it live once in concert and be on a crappy bootleg.

One cover per song on the list, and no repeating artists either. For example, there won’t be 2 covers of “Children of the Grave” on the list, though there are multiple good covers of it.

If a cover is not on the list, then either I haven’t heard it or don’t like it enough to put on the list. Or in the case of this list, as mentioned earlier, it may be in Part 2.

Now that that’s out of the way, let’s do this.

6. Exhorder - “Into the Void”

The main internal debate I had with this list was “Which version of Into the Void do I put in this slot?”

I could have picked Monster Magnet’s, Soundgarden’s (even though Soundgarden has different lyrics for their version, so it may not have counted but whatever), or Kyuss’s version (it came extremely close, this spot was almost a tie) but I went with this one.

This one just pleasantly surprised me. Especially when they speed up with the double bass in the bridge and have little extra drum rolls at certain points (I used to play drums, so I’m kind of a sucker for that).

The vocals were also very good. And that’s all I’ll say regarding that; not going to open up the can of worms that mentioning Exhorder and a later pick on my list usually brings.

5. Corrosion of Conformity - “Lord of this World”

One of several good covers from the Black Sabbath tribute album, Nativity in Black. Spoiler alert: we will get to more from this album soon. But for now...

COC, especially at this point in the band, definitely had the stoner/Southern rock style necessary to pull this off.

Pepper Keenan’s voice fits perfectly.

4. White Zombie - “Children of the Grave”

I also considered Stone Sour’s recent cover of this song, but I decided to go with this one.

White Zombie, I feel, has the right amount of Sabbath, the right amount of sludge, etc. for this song. Especially back in the 90s when they were at their peak. The bass is also pretty sick on this track.

Normally, I get tired of the shtick where a clip from some old b-movie or porno or stock sound or news clip is inserted in the song, but it strangely makes sense here. Though I guess I don’t fully understand how the Charles Manson murders relate. *shrugs*

3. Megadeth - “Paranoid”

The original song was pretty heavy and almost thrashy for the time, so this band doing this song fits. They don’t really do much with it other than make it heavier, but they don’t really need to in this case.

Dave Mustaine’s voice here strangely fits. The guitar solo is great.

I’m also a sucker for the outtake at the end.

3 words:

Fuck.

Me.

Running.

2. Pantera - “Planet Caravan”

If you don’t think I feel a tad conflicted about putting this on the list, then...

...you’d be wrong, because I honestly do. What with Phil Anselmo’s shittiness lately.

But honestly, I love this cover. I am not that big into the original song, IMO. Probably my least favorite song from Paranoid.

But this cover is great. More ethereal, if that makes any sense.

I could have also picked their cover of “Hole in the Sky” or “Electric Funeral,” but I decided to go with this one. It makes me like a song I don’t normally listen to.

1. Type O Negative - “Black Sabbath”

Holy shit.

This adds another dimension of creepy by slowing it down, along with the late Peter Steele’s deep voice.

I also read somewhere that Geezer Butler considers this his favorite Black Sabbath cover. I don’t disagree with that.

Fun fact: they also did a version of this song from Satan’s perspective, as well as a cover of “Paranoid” that I would have included on the list if it didn’t break the rules.

[jjungkooksthighs]

HIII ITS ME HEART FLUTTERING ANON 😁 SO! FAV CHAPTERS EEEE first of all chap 1 had me hooked obviously from the start, and for chap 2 i lovedddd how it set the scene for how they first met and then when they ran into each other again ... literal tingles up and down the way he TALKED to her??? “pretty omega ... i won’t bite” AHHHHHHHHHHHH

and then all of chapter 3 was so good the way he was talking to her again was sooo good so possessive and it was incredible like i don’t know if you understand literally LITERALLY it makes my body tingle and then chap 4 when he carried her through the forest and hes all like “you wouldn’t want me to lose control would you” AAAAHHHHHHHHHHH

and then chapter 5 i love that you wrote her a sweet best friend and also that scene where she imagined him .... GOD ur incredible. and then the ENDING. when taehyung popped out .... i’m actually double biased with taehyung and jungkook and so when that happened i was like JHDJSAIWIQKSJJS more tingles it was so well written please

... then chap 6. do i even need to say anything? thigh riding i CANT i almost passed out and he made her admit that she had her own fantasies and nobody could do it like him .... also the end when he was like “it won’t be just your legs that ache in my wake” AHHHHHHHHHHHH LIKE I SWEAR MY WHOLE BODY JUS. IDK HOW TO DESCRIBE IT OTHER THAN AHHHHHHHHHHH

chap 7 ... the whole dancing scene was so hot and then he told her to come to him OOOOO ANTICIPATION

finally chap 8 GODDDD first of all i love grinding like literally you don’t even understand and so when you wrote that in i was like EEEEEEE and then she went down on him and at the same time she got off on his leg that was so so sexy but then they have to go apart again :( until the next chapter !

so. in case you haven’t noticed it’s very hard for me to pick a fav chapter. lol. BUT i would def say chap 6 and chap 8 for obvious reasons, chapter 3 and 4 were also really sexy but i think my fav will be chapter 9 actually i’m anticipating it a lot and i’m sure it’ll be nothing but amazing ... that’s not pressure it’s me having faith in you cause you’re an amazing writer and i’m so excited to see what you come up with next hehe

i hope tbis wasn’t too long and annoying to read but yeah ily

Chapter 1 of COC was written during a lust filled craze following the Idol performance at Gyeongbokgung Palace that they boys did for that BTS week on Jimmy Kimmel’s show. Kook really was in a rare form following his 23rd birthday and that performance truly had me salivating over him from start to finish. I saw Jungkook and my eyes did not stray from him once and not a day later, I was working on a fic that I had no idea would become the 40k plus piece that is now COC. 

Chapter 1 was brought you to my overwhelming horniness after that performance and it’s interesting that you were lured to my fic in the same way Jungkook allured me to him even from the moment I first saw him back in 2013. 

You caught that little bit with him biting her in chapter 2, huh?? XD I am impressed. Perhaps he was joking, perhaps he knew from that second he saw her that she was destined to be his mate and therefore was hinting at a future mating mark???

Moving on, Jungkook is indeed a very possessive individual (from what we know of him irl in that he’s said “what is yours is mine and what is mine is mine”) and I wanted to depict that side of him in addition to making that trait even more abundant in his character in the story since wolves themselves are very territorial and possessive creatures. If Jungkook irl likes to stake his claim on things, then you can only image how much more enhanced that side of him would be if here were, say, a werewolf. 

I am glad you Jungkook’s characterization in the way that he converses with those around him (especially reader) and when I was writing, I wanted reader to feel shy and even more, I wanted you guys as the readers to “feel” the tingle that she does when he speaks to her. The fact that you do means i succeeded in that and I am very, very pleased to hear it!

As for his comment about “losing control,” let us just say that every single time that reader is around him, it takes him an enormous amount of self-restraint not to let his urges take hold of him that she brings out whenever he inhales her pheromones that make his baser being howl with need for in addition to her own personality that he finds very refreshing and adorable. On top of all that, she’s the most beautiful creature he’s ever seen, so he’s quite taken with her and she with him. I wanted to instill that desire between them as well within their conversations and hopefully that is conveyed in the chapters, too!

Chapter five....that one was one written after quite the dream I had. I will say that one was genius if I do say so myself. It was so long and i had so much I wanted to do with it and the final product I was actually really satisfied with. I’m happy to know you were, too, hun! It’s funny you say you are double biased with Tae as someone I know very well irl is biased so hard for him that not even Kook can sway her attention (and lbr how can one NOT look at Jungkook when he’s sin incarnate when he wants to be and cute lil baby boy when he feels like being sweet?)

LISTEN CHAPTER SIX I WROTE IN ANOTHER LUST FILLED HAZE OKAY I MAKE NO APOLOGIES FOR THIGH RIDING I MEAN HAVE YOU SEEN HIS LEGS??? HAVE YOU??? LITERAL ORGASM MATERIAL ISTG I WOULD RIDE THEM WHENEVER, WHEREVER AND HOWEVER HE WANTED IF HE LET ME. MY URL LITERALLY IS JJUNGKOOKSTHIGHS OKAY I MUST PAY HOMAGE TO THE CREATIONS OF THE FINEST MAKING TO MAN (honestly though everything about Jungkook is a gift from the gods). i cannot tell you how many times I have thought about fucking myself over his thighs okay it’s just not healthy and let us leave it at that. Ahem, anyways.... chapter six really was something, huh? That whole chapter got deleted off my computer after I closed the file and forgot to save it and so had to rewrite the whole thing from scratch. It was a sad day when that happened, but I got right back to work and finished the reworked version about two days later. I had worried for some time that that chapter wasn’t as hot because of the diction in it, so hopefully you were able to immerse yourself in that and get those tingles there, too XD

Chapter seven was especially long and that one was actually deleted originally after some comments about the diction and so I had to rewrite it and repost it so that people would be able to understand it better. That whole dance scene is very close to my heart as it was taken directly from that little dance break Jungkook does in his My Time performance during their online MOTS: One concert. The song he sings is also My Time, which is my favorite solo song (in combination with Euphoria because they are both my children and you can’t pick favorites with children lbr), so that whole little show he puts on for reader is very special to me since I love the song (and dance) so much. 

Chapter eight was hot af, I admit it. He really did a number on reader in chapter seven and so she wanted to show him how he made her feel and boy, did she deliver. He fell even harder for her when he realized she wanted to please him despite her inexperience and it was a godly experience for him to be able to teach her how to use her mouth on the only cock that she will ever have in her mouth or her cunt. :) They are animals after all, for only animals do what they did in that chapter in terms of her literally rutting against his leg and getting off while she drank his seed after blowing him. Anyways, it was hot and I confess, my mind really was somewhere south while writing that. 

Oh, and to clarify, they don’t separate in that chapter (and I have begun to write chapter nine and they are not apart in that one either. Well, in the beginning at least ). 

So, chapters 6 and 8 were your favorites, huh? Looks like your favorite ones are the ones with smut , eh??? Interesting... I will say that chapter nine will not have any smut in it, but I think you will be pleased with it when you read it. You will have quite a lot of emotions hit you during it and I hope to do you justice when I post it, hon. 

Thank you so much for giving me such a long and detailed response. You may think I found it annoying, but I assure you that I did not. Rather, I thought the opposite in that it was endearing and I want you to know how grateful I am that you took the time to write all this out and send it to me. I wanted to give you a response that was just as detailed and thoughtful as I appreciate you for doing what you did. So, I guess what I am trying to say is thank you for this. I enjoyed reading your thoughts and i hope you will be appeased by my reply in turn, sweetling. 

[carryonsimoncarryonbaz]

I am wrestling with poor cell service and shoddy wifi at the moment but I wanted to try to post this tonight, while my thoughts are coherent and before I am completely overwhelmed by COC. 

I was fortunate enough to get a sneak peek of the lineart for this and it took my breath away in that form. The final version is even more captivating.  I’ll start with a few initial thoughts, the first being how much I love this scene from Wayward Son. The more I think about the book the more I realise there are SO MANY ICONIC SCENES. One after another, layer upon layer. It’s a fan artist’s dream--Rainbow has given us such rich, detailed, visually arresting language to describe these scenes. There is literally cinematography running in my head as I read the book. The language is not only emotionally charged but visually textured and layered as well. I’ve never read a book that has made me wish I could create art as much as this book has. 

But fortunately the fandom has @vkelleyart​ to take the images from my brain and bring them forth into reality. This scene is lighthearted, joyous, liberating, and relaxed. It’s a brilliant glimpse of what might have been/what could be. It’s a moment frozen in time--an instant of pure bliss for all three of them. An unencumbered moment when they get to let go of the memories, the burdens, the stress, the weight of What Has Come Before and be what they truly are--young people with their whole lives ahead of them, young people who should not have been carrying the weight of the world on their shoulders for so long, young people who are deeply in love, young people who have a chance to enjoy the simple pleasures of beauty and peace and togetherness. This is completely visualised in this art. This is as carefree and open as we have ever seen these three. Not running for their lives, not heading into danger or away from it, or hurtling headlong into conflict and chaos, but running for the sheer fucking joy of it. I can’t stress that enough and it’s clear in their faces. Simon is smiling, eyes bright and alive again, reaching to touch Baz willingly, voluntarily, enthusiastically. His eyes are so focused on Baz--not on the fireflies alone but on Baz--this carefree, joyous Baz. Penny’s face is awed, full of wonder, a softness we rarely see in her features. And Baz--Baz is the softest of them all--a truly joyous smile on his face, tender and vulnerable but open and willing to be that way for all to see. Not hiding the fact that he is revelling in this moment, not hiding the fact that he is happy right this instant, not hiding the absolute joy that he has from being in Simon’s company and having any sort of intimacy with him. And he’s looking back, looking at Simon. Once again the positioning is interesting from the standpoint of something that’s been discussed before--how Simon has a tendency to rush forward, look ahead, while Baz tends to be more introspective, to look back, think back. You can see that represented here with the direction of their faces--Simon looking forward/Baz turning back--but in this instance Baz is actually the one running ahead and Simon is following him--another call back to their relative situations in Carry On, where Simon was trailing after Baz, stalking him, following in his footsteps. But also a subtle nod to Simon’s words in the earliest chapters of Wayward Son--about how Baz is coming into his own and Simon is falling back. But in this moment, in this scene at least Simon is reaching for Baz, he’s trying to catch up, trying to make that connection--a connection that Baz is desperate for, and that Baz is slowing down to take advantage of. They are both so beautiful here it hurts. 

Penny being a few steps behind in the art works visually and with the storyline. She’s not the focus of this moment--she is the catalyst perhaps for this whole endeavour but this is truly a scene about Baz and Simon connecting again. Just as with the sword fight at the Renaissance Faire--Penny is there, a part of it, but the focus is on the interaction between Baz and Simon. 

Visually the boys look fresh and young and joyous but the subtle differences from the Carry On timeframe art are there--Simon’s hair is longer, curls tumbling and wild. His face has more definition--he’s older here. His body is a little softer, especially around the middle. He’s paler as well, even though they are all washed out by the relative low light he’s still lacking the tawny, golden hue we’ve come to expect with him. He’s a bit of a mess, as Baz says, but a lovely mess nonetheless. 

Baz’s hair is long and luscious, falling in waves around his face just like Simon likes it. His smile makes him look younger but here too are subtle differences from Carry On. He’s filled out more--taller, broader, just as Simon mentions in the early chapters of Wayward Son. And he is far less guarded with his emotions. The mask is nowhere to be seen here. 

And Penny is Penny. Not much different than Carry On, another point brought to our attention early in the book. 

The light, as always, is sublime. The way the car’s headlights illuminate the field and Penny. And Simon to an extent. The way the fireflies send their glow over them all, most particularly Simon and Baz’s faces. How the fireflies are distinct and detailed but also blend with the stars above, so the boys look like they’re surrounded by stars, near and far. Like the stars in their room the night of the magic sharing, a moment and a theme that comes back again and again (and that I focus on again and again as well) and is referenced by the position of the night sky and the fireflies in this piece--reminding us once more of the role stars play in their story. 

Most of all this piece brings to life this brilliant moment from the book--a moment of simple joy in existing, in appreciation for the wonders of the world around them, and in reverence and love for each other. It’s a happy moment. But it still doesn’t mean my eyes are dry as I look at this piece. The emotion comes through--love and wistfulness, joy and connection, echoes of the distance they’ve had. And the fact that we know what this trip has in store for them and how truly brief this moment of peace and joy truly was. 

Sorry for my excessive wordiness--there is so much to be said about this scene and this art. 

(also @thehoneyedhufflepuff​ and @galaxy-houseplants​--V pointed out your mentions in the tags to me and I’m honestly overwhelmed and humbled and thank you so so much)

I have been jonesing to draw one of the truly lighthearted moments from Wayward Son. It’s so easy in the midst of the angst to forget that Simon, Baz, and Penny have some of their most free and joyful moments together in Wayward Son. Drawing this literally made me happy.

Dedicated to my dear friend, @fight-surrender. 💛

“Then we try to catch another one, chasing each other as much as the blinking lights.” - Baz, Wayward Son by @rainbowrowell

[lunchbox-dilemmas]

Day 2.

I woke up at past 4am. Fuck it, I only had 3 hrs of sleep. I was wondering if your alarm went off already. Tangina. Every single time I wake up, the first thing that comes to my mind is you. You = pain. I hate it. So I forced myself to sleep again.

Can you even call it sleeping if I was half awake the entire time? My 6 am alarm went off. I checked if you’re online. Yeah, I know.. one of my habits that I needed to stop. I thought of you again. Then I saw her online. She didn’t reply on my last message. Oh, God. I really do hope she didn’t gave you any idea. Haaaaay pota this. Then tadaaa~ my over thinking self acted up. Did you greet each other good morning already? Did you leave sweet nothings on each other? Did you guys do it like we used to or much much more sweeter?

This morning routine drains the fucking life out of me already. I lit a cigarette. Inhaling poisons and exhaling stress. I didn’t want to go to work today. I just wanted to lay my ass around and do nothing. But I can’t. I need to be productive. I need to go to my store. I need to perform and lead. I need to pretend that everything is getting better. But my mind and body don’t want to.

I talked to myself again while bathing lol. It happens for quite a while now. I always tell myself Louise. Ano na? Gising gising din di ka na babalikan nun. Be the better version of yourself? Ito na ba better mo? Tangina mo ang dami mo ng bakod oh akala ko ba artista look kinesa kinesa na ang peg mo? Paano ka mamahalin nung tao kung di mo mahal sarili mo? Tama na yan. Start your day right ffs!! Maybe I shouldn’t leave the bathroom. It’s the only place where I can motivate and push myself.

I played Lany’s I Don’t Wanna Love You Anymore on repeat. Yes, on fucking repeat!! With the tiny “1” on the repeat button while driving to work. I even sang it so loud and not a single fuck was given to the riders who gave me a second look. Lol. I started feeling better. This day is gonna be good. And so I thought.

During my morning rounds, one of my closest friends chat me up on fb cursing me and telling me she cried on my Day 1 post. Loool. I was so moved huhuhuhu. The pain that was dormant on that moment suddenly resurfaced. Everything became heavy again. I was out of focus. I went out and smoked even if it’s against our company’s CoC. I couldn’t take the sadness. I needed my cigarette. All these thoughts kept coming in my head. I thought about you and her. Oh god, it’s gonna be a looong daaaay.

It’s a good thing that there were high volume of customers and deliveries during my shift. I was busy with everything that time passes by quickly. I didn’t checked my phone that often. I forgot to eat again until one of my crew gave me a tiny double down. “diet version” that’s how she described it. I was loved. Huhuhuhu. I felt better again. I even texted my sister if she wants to have dinner with me tonight and she agreed. Yaaaay!

Then it was 5 pm already. Our dinner was at 8 pm coz she still have classes so I decided to go home first before heading to Gateway for our dinner. It was a bad idea. Me going home. I was alone when I arrived. I started smoking again. One by one by one. I didn’t noticed until I was on my 5th stick. I felt drained. I thought about you. Are you heading straight home? Are you gonna go to her? Did you have fun on your lunch out with your team? Did you reach or exceed your quota for the day? How’s your day? In case you’re asking. Mine’s a mess as usual. I really really wanted it to be a good day but I don’t fucking know the reason why it always ends up being a fucked up one. I even cancelled the dinner with my sis. Too lazy and tired to go out anymore. Life what are you doing to me? Lift me up please.

So here I am now. In my bedroom. Smoking and typing my thoughts on this fucking webpage thinking that typing down all these fucking thoughts will lighten up the heaviness that I’m feeling right now.. pero bakit ang bigat bigat pa din? Putangina naman oh. Walang kwenta.

[riisinaakka-draws]

It has only been a little over a year since I started watching the show and joined the Black Sails fandom. I posted my first fanart exactly one year ago and it was the one above. Thus far I have drawn over 100 of them. I tried different mediums and styles, both for practice and for capturing the essence of the things I wanted to share. Some of them are great, some are silly, some are a bit out of character or not so good in other ways and some ended up surprising me in many ways. All are nonetheless very precious to me.

Under the read more there's a list of all my doodles thus far. Most of them feature Flint, Silver or both of them (there will be more of the other characters in the future, no worries). I have to admit I laughed quite a lot while going through these again. This is a really long post.

This is a list to show what sort of things there are and also for my own amusement and archiving purposes. The list is in chronological order, from first to the latest.

I tried to make this as concise as possible, but the tag/navigation page is here if you want to find something specific or don’t want to go through all this:

- Flint takes care of Silver's leg in the darkness of the captain's cabin.

- Some quick doodles of Flint, ballpoint pen

- Sharkdate cuties (really scrappy doodles of Silver gazing at munching Flint)

- Progress. A continuation to previous pic. Silver holding a cup, covered in blood and looking affectionally at Flint. Here’s a giffed version.

- Silver and Flint go for a night walk in winter and Flint finds the streetlights amusing. Modern Au, beanies and the BS logo

- “See any treasures, Capt'n?” Billy to Flint who is looking at something “shiny” with his spyglass.

- What if Silver stole that certain ponytail and made it into "a rabbit's foot"? And what if Flint had a medallion with pictures of the Hamiltons and later a lock of dark curls... I returned to this idea several times after this, lol. (still secretly wishing that anyone would write a ficlet about this).

- Overload of Blackbeard - several doodles of different adaptations of BB

- Shark hunting. Flint has the shark on his lap and Silver stands in front of him. Composition inspired by that infamous Wolwerine and Nightcrawler cover.

- A gif of Blackbeard with flowers in his beard (I share a birthday with Ray Stevenson, that's why).

- a quick sketch of displeased Jack

- The Red Lollipop. Flint eating candy which is distracting to Silver, inspired by this awesome post (x). Silver steals the sweets and peels some potatoes. Bonus: Randall and Betsy the Cat.

- Draw me like one of your quatermasters... Flint doodles sleeping Silver in the Captain's log.

- Random sketches of Silver and Flint. Learning to draw their faces

- Flint with a horrible mustache and Silver with a long braided beard. (I should redraw this someday..)

- Flint takes Silver for a ride (modern Au with motorcycles). The Walrus gang follows "the flagship"

- Black Sails moomin AU, part I (I had so much fun with these).

The domestic modern beach au serie with 15+ doodles, various characters, inspired by this hilarious post (x). - Jack takes pictures of everything and Vane ends up buried in the sand - Silver puts some lotion on Flint (Billy tosses people up in the background) - Max and Anne Bonny enjoying each other's company - Rogers is going to get hit by a beach ball "accidentally". Anne, Max, Vane and Jack in the background - Ben Gunn shows his ship kite to Billy Bones - Vane and Flint swim butterfly. Silver (*.*) - Vane flips his hair like a merman, Eleanor is drinking and enjoying the view. - Mr Scott and Mr Gates enjoy their drinks at the bar while others fight in the water. Max and Eleanor gossip together. Anne and Jack hold hands like otters on swim rings. - Silver and Flint sleeping on the sun, Flint has a book on his face - The Ranger Crew swimming. Jack is slathered in sun lotion, Anne waits for him and Vane makes a joke. + Mysterious swimming trunks. - Silver is the sneakiest shit and likes to creep underwater and drag people down by their legs. - Silver and Flint eating ice cream + some early sketches in a gif - the Fucking Warship (minivan) rides to sunset, Vane is forgotten in the sand but do not worry...

- Silver and Flint sing the song "Dynamic Duet" from Starkids' Holy musical B@tman!

- Nooooooooo! Flint shaves his head, Silver doesn't take it well.

- Silver's character development. From little shit to actual scary fuck

- A HUG. (silverflint, done before s4. I really needed a hug)

- Bloodthirsty Bunny & Squinting Squirrel, (furries, i am so sorry)

- Flint brings water to Silver, a scene from the show. <3

- Sweetness of touch. Flint gets his hair/head touched by his loved ones.

The Walrus crew acquires some chicken. A lot of them. And a parrot. - Billy and Joji are tending them - people playing board games and ignoring the chickens - a coc- I mean a rooster between Silver's legs - Silver holding some chickens and Flint meeting "the Captain Flint"

- Flint gets his ginger crown back...sort of

Chickens, part II. Flint sends his regards. Teach has taken Anne and Jack to fishing and they get a surprise "gift" from the Walrus.

Fanart about Silverfin, a thrilling and unbeliavably funny (nsfw) silverflint fic by @jadedbirch and @zoinomiko (can’t tag u for some reason..).

Go read it :D I made some (sfw) fanart inspired by it (spoilers). - a comic of the tragic night - reunion and crowns (˵ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°˵)

- (a recap, not really a tutorial) about some of my messy work methods.

- Anne Bonny, without her hat, ready to kick your ass, season 3

- A portait of Max

- Every fashionable pirate captain needs a hat! Silver buys some silly pirate hats. Inspired by @vowel-in-thug​'s fic (part V, nsfw) and the CBeebies Bedtime Story etc.

- "Support". Silver and Flint approaching the Maroon camp.

- A portrait of Long John Silver on his way of becoming the legend

- Swords and time. James McGraw - Captain Flint. Sword placement comparison, gif experiments etc. (I really like this one)

- A canary. Flint finds a sad-looking caged bird aboard a merchant ship and then reads books to it in his cot. Inspired by @old-long-john​'s sweet and beautiful fic (x). Also thanks to @captain-flint​ for spotting the bird cage in s1.

Inktober 2016, 20+ doodles, various characters - Silver, a sad little face doodle - A bringer of death and destruction (Flint as an angel of sorts). Quick doodle with a brush - Silver and Flint. A little doodle with an ink-dipped cotton swap - "Hungry", Silver and Flint find the whale and prepare to hunt sharks. - "SAD?" NOT TODAY! There's always Silver Lining. Silly and shitty puns. - "Hidden", The treasure has been buried. - "LOST", Silver and Flint look for a bird on board the Walrus. - "ROCK", Ben Gunn and Billy Bones play rock-paper-scissors. (sorry, still no better doodle of them) - "BROKEN", Benjamin Hornigold misses his chair. - "Lock the door", Flint on the floor of his cabin when they were becalmed ;_; - "TRANSPORT", Anne Bonny takes Jack Rackham to safety on a horse. - Madi, a little sketch - "Dufresne admires his new tattoo" - "TREE", What difference does it make? Captain Naft shares his insight. Froom and Crisp agree. Morley and Randall (+ Betsy the Cat) are not impressed (for obvious reasons...). - "RELAX", A nice afternoon at the seaside with some of the brothel girls - A little sketch of John Silver again, because I cannot resist him. - "Flint has a meeting with Death". - "ESCAPE", Flint has retired and Silver still sails the seas. Occasionally he visits James and steals some of his baked goods (with some help from his crew and birdies). - "FLIGHT", a sketch of a parrot on a napkin - "SQUEEZE", Jack Rackham enjoying his bath - "LITTLE", a little sketch of Max and Anne kissing in little rain, under Anne's huge hat. - "Surprise", Charles Vane lurking in the water - "And then! You won't believe what the.." Hal Gates and Billy Bones spend their free afternoon gossiping and having fun - "Forget-me-not" / "one dozen", Miranda finds some familiar flowers and thinks about Thomas. - "BURN", Thomas, James and Miranda, just eyes. Inspired by the powermetal duet "Wish I Had An Angel"

- Oooh, What does my reflection shoooow ~. (Lovable) Little shit.

- Accidents with the spyglass. Flint acts like an asshole, Billy and Gates are having none of it, Silver is yet to learn.

- Death builds a raft and follows the Walrus.

- Portrait of Eleanor, the Merchant Queen of Nassau

- "long johns and puns". Silver is looking for a new pirate style and Billy offers to help.

- Black Sails Moomin AU - part II

- Silver at the wrecks, light and visual practise

- Eleanor Guthrie and James Flint, looking in / out. visual practise, parallels and contrasts

- My Heart Will Go On, but I'll keep your ponytail and get a parrot for my duets. ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

- Muldoon's tattoo ;_;

Some of the following have season 4 spoilers:

- Eleanor does some embroidery (of bees and fuck-yous)

- How Silver gets his new crutch (Israel Hands is handy)

- Flint and the Wanderer above the sea of fog

- Flint's mouth saying FUCK infinitely, a gif experiment

- "That's my wee lad, Gimli." Berringer's locket and asshole Rogers.

- For a moment there was a Hat Trio. Teach, Jack and Anne

- Silver and Madi, canon kiss

- The Spare Ginger. Silver doesn't like Eleanor's plan. Madi and Israel Hands try to comfort him.

- Eleanor Guthrie, a green portrait

- Long John Silver must make a tough choice, while Flint enjoys his capture at Eleanor's expense

- All those extra spyglasses in 4.08. Maybe the answer was Israel Hands' hoarding.

- Fresh air on the balcony of the Walrus. (a drawing of the ship at night). There're celebrations on the deck, Flint and Silver have a private talk.

I find it endearing how this list ends with the balcony one. Like a parallel (ha!) to the first one, where Flint and Silver are having a private moment on board of a ship, although it is a different ship and at a different time. A year ago I had no idea where this all would lead me and how much I would learn and get to experience *pats my past-self in the back awkwardly and fondly*

Looking back at them (doodles) I feel both proud and slightly embarrassed of my enthusiasm. I have never done anything like this for any other fandom. I have never felt so much and had such an urge to engage in this sort of thing.

This show, its creators and crew, this fandom. Just something unbeliavable.  I cannot find the words to say how much I appreciate you all. The brilliancy, the humour, the love in all kinds of forms. I am so glad I stumbled on this show (it was a gif or a fanvid about ep 2.05 that made me aware of this show, btw. I cannot remember it clearly anymore and for a moment I thought Crossbones was a pilot for Black Sails and almost missed everything, but that's a story for another time...)

Know this: I have loved sharing this experience (the show, the fandom) with you and I appreciate everything you have given to me or shared with me. I will treasure this. (I apologize not thanking more people individually, but this post would’ve never reached its end otherwise).

*throws hearts and forehead kisses to the best and inspiring fandom and the greatest show that broke my heart and healed my soul so many times*

All the possibilities and love to you. Thank you <3

(This is not a goodbye, btw. There’s still so much more to come!) (◠‿◠✿)

P.S. All this started as doodles so that’s why I have kept using that word eventhough it doesn’t really apply to many of these anymore...