#having to use a deleted scene...george why

[tammyjackson50-blog]

No so secret anymore || G.C

George x reader

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Summary: You and George have been dating for a few months, but you weren't as careful as you thought, and fans started to suspect, and your friends weren't helping either...

(There are a little steamy moments here and there. )

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George’s grin widened, clearly enjoying teasing you. He propped himself up on one elbow, glancing down at you with a mischievous glint in his eye. “You know” he started casually, as if it wasn’t the biggest bombshell he could drop, “I don’t really care if we share our relationship with the fans right now.”

You raised an eyebrow, glancing at him in surprise. “Really?”

He shrugged. “Yeah, why not? It’s not like we’re doing anything crazy. I was thinking, maybe we should just post a photo dump of us, y’know, keep it chill. Like a little behind the scenes of us being a normal couple.

You sat up a little, your hesitation clear. “I don’t know, George... I mean, what if some of the fans hate me for it?” You laughed nervously.

He chuckled, his tone softening as he reached out to take your hand. “Trust me, love. If they’re real fans, they’re gonna be happy for us. Besides, there’s always gonna be a few people who don’t like something. But who cares?”

You hesitated for a moment, a faint smile tugging at your lips. "I guess you're right..."

He gave your hand a reassuring squeeze. “And if anyone does get weird about it, we’ll just delete their comments or just ignore it”

You thought about it for a second. You had to admit, the idea of just sharing your relationship felt... nice, even if it meant dealing with a few haters. You looked at him, “Alright. Maybe a little photo dump wouldn’t be so bad after all.”

George grinned widely, leaning in for a quick kiss. “That’s my girl.” He pulled back, clearly proud of himself.

You laughed, feeling a bit more at ease now. “Okay, okay. But if anyone comes for me, I’m blaming you.”

“Fair enough,” he said, already pulling his phone out of his pocket.

You both flopped back onto the bed, now lying on your elbows next to each other.

George unlocked his phone, and you leaned over, curious about what photos he’d picked.

“Alright, love,” he said with a cheeky grin, scrolling through his gallery. “Let’s see your reaction to this one.”

He swiped to a picture, holding it out for you to see. It was a candid shot of you, clearly half-asleep, your hair a mess, and your eyes barely open. But what made your cheeks instantly flush was the fact that the angle caught you in just the right way your shirt had shifted, and your cleavage was visible.

You let out a small laugh, swatting the phone away. “Hey, come on! Can you pick a much uglier picture of me?"

George’s grin only grew wider. “Mate, you look hot, don’t even try to deny it.”

You turned to face him, pretending to be offended. “If you’re showing that, I’m showing something back.”

He raised an eyebrow, clearly interested. “Oh?"

With a smirk, you grabbed your phone quickly and scrolled through your photos.

You found one, just the right amount of steamy, and turned the screen towards him. It was a picture you’d taken of him during one of your late night hangouts, he looks like he just woke up, his hair is messy, his shirt slightly pulled up, the light catching his body in a way that made him look...well, ridiculously good.

You leaned back, watching his reaction as he took in the photo. His eyes flickered with something more intense than amusement, and for a brief moment, his smile faltered.

“Damn,” he muttered under his breath. “You know what? I think I’m getting a little too into this game.”

You laughed, enjoying the playful teasing. “Yeah? Maybe I should just show you the one that I took when we were on a vacation-

“Oh, that’s a dangerous move, love.” George raised his eyebrows, clearly intrigued. “You’re trying to make me lose my mind now.”

You both chuckled, but there was an undeniable shift in the energy. Something about these pictures, these little moments of teasing, made everything feel... charged?

George leaned in just slightly, his eyes flickering between your face and the phone still in your hand. The corner of his lips tugged up, but there was something behind his usual cocky grin something darker, something knowing.

"Alright, if we’re playing that game,” he murmured, swiping on his phone again, “let’s see how bold you really are.”

He turned the screen toward you, and your stomach did a little flip. It was a picture one you didn’t even realize he’d taken.

You, sprawled across his bed, barely covered by the sheets, one strap of your top slipped off your shoulder. The angle made it look more suggestive than it actually was, but it was still enough to make your breath hitch.

Your eyes snapped to him. “George—”

He bit his lip to hold back a laugh, clearly loving your reaction. “What?” he said, feigning innocence. “It’s a great picture.”

You scoffed, grabbing his phone and flipping through his camera roll. “You’re actually insane. How many of these do you—”

And then you saw it. Another photo. This one? Much worse.

It wasn’t explicit, but it was borderline scandalous. You are on top of him, mid movement, your hand braced on his chest, his fingers gripping your waist. The lighting was dim, and it was slightly blurred like it was taken by accident, but the implication was there. Your mouth fell open.

“GEORGE!”

He was already laughing, head thrown back. "Nah, nah, that one’s art, babe"

You turned to him, half shocked, half amused. “You can not have this in your camera roll.”

He smirked, grabbing his phone before you could do any more damage. “Relax, it’s just for me.” His voice dropped just slightly at the end, a playful kind of teasing that sent a shiver up your spine.

You narrowed your eyes, deciding to push back. “Okay then” you said casually, grabbing your own phone. “If you get to play dirty, I have something for you too.”

George raised an eyebrow as you scrolled, finally stopping on a picture you knew would get to him. You turned the screen toward him, watching his face closely.

It was him,his head tilted back, eyes closed, mouth barely parting his lips against your neck.

His reaction was instant. His fingers twitched where they rested on your thigh, his playful smirk disappeared just a bit.

“Oh,” he said, his voice slightly lower than before. He blinked, looking from the picture to you. “Oh, you’re evil for that.”

You grinned. “What? It’s a great picture.”

He let out a breathy laugh, shaking his head. “Yeah, nah, you’re trying to kill me.”

You leaned in just slightly, voice dropping to a whisper. “You started it.”

For a second, he just looked at you. Then, without warning, he moved, rolling over you, pressing you into the mattress with a teasing grin. His arms caged you in, his weight just barely hovering above you.

“You really wanna test me, love?” he murmured.

You laughed, not backing down. “Maybe.”

His eyes looked down to your lips for a moment before he kissed you, slow and deep, like he had all the time in the world. His hand trailed down your side, fingers brushing against the hem of your shirt.

Before you could even process it, he grabbed your legs and pulled you down the bed with him, making you let out a surprised gasp. He just grinned, acting like it was nothing, like he didn’t just drag you into him so effortlessly.

Now, with you lying down, he shifted, resting his head against your stomach while lazily scrolling through his phone. His other hand stayed on your hip, fingers tracing random patterns against your skin.

You played with his hair absentmindedly, twirling the strands between your fingers. “You comfortable there?” he hummed, still scrolling. “Mhm. Feels nice.”

He was acting so casual, but the way his thumb occasionally brushed over your skin, the way his grip tightened ever so slightly when you moved..yeah, nothing about this was innocent.

Then, as if proving your point, his hand started drifting lower.

“George,” you warned, voice light but laced with amusement.

He finally glanced up at you, all innocent. “Hmm?”

You gave him a look, and he just grinned, like he wasn’t up to anything at all. But then, before you could react, your phone buzzed, breaking the moment.

You sighed, reaching for it, but George didn’t stop what he was doing. If anything, he took it as a challenge.

You answered, trying to keep your voice steady, but as you spoke, George’s hands wandered higher, slowly tracing up your stomach until his fingers ghosted over your chest.

“Mhm,” you said into the phone, barely processing what the person was saying.

George, still acting like nothing was going on, tapped his fingers lightly against the fabric of your shirt before slipping his hand underneath, his touch warm against your skin. He pressed his lips against your shoulder, completely ignoring the fact that you were in the middle of a call.

You shot him a glare, mouthing " stop it "

He smirked, but his hands didn’t move away. If anything, he gave a slow, teasing squeeze, his eyes flicking up to yours like he was enjoying this way too much.

You ended the call as quickly as possible, dropping your phone onto the bed. “You’re so annoying,” you muttered.

George just grinned. “Yeah, but you love it.”

Before you could fire back, there was a knock on the door.

"Oi, George, you in there?”

It was Chris.

George immediately tried to sound normal, but it did not work. “Uh...yeah?”

There was a pause. Then, a knowing laugh from the other side of the door. “We’re heading out, mate. just letting you guys know.”

George exhaled, dragging a hand down his face. “Yeah, cool, have fun.”

You could hear the smirk in Chris’s voice. “Don’t do anything too stupid.”

“Bye, Chris.”

Footsteps faded down the hall.

He flopped onto his back with a groan. “I swear, it’s like they have a radar for ruining my fun.”

You laughed, rolling over to grab his phone. “C’mon,you love them. let’s continue with the phone dump "

George sighed dramatically but sat up, resting his chin on your shoulder as you scrolled. “Fine. But you have to pick at least one questionable photo of yourself.”

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You ended up picking a mix of cute, funny, and actually decent pictures, nothing too questionable despite George’s protests. He still slipped in a few cheeky ones, but you let it slide.

As you hit "post" George wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer against his chest. He glanced at the screen, then at you, a smug smile on his lips. “There, now the world knows I’m completely obsessed with you.”

You laughed, “Oh yeah? Think they’ll survive the heartbreak?”

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Hope that you enjoyed it even though it turned out a bit longer than i expected, I didn't know how to end it🙃

Feel free to leave any requests:)

[david-talks-sw]

Dooku didn't leave because of the Jedi.

At least, if you're going by George Lucas' word.

In deleted scenes of Attack of the Clones, when we learn about Dooku's departure and his values, there's no mention of the Jedi or "the Jedi Order as an institution".

And every time Lucas refers to Dooku's disenchantment and reason for falling, he doesn't mention the Jedi.

"When you realize that Dooku is Darth Tyranus, it explains what Darth Sidious did after Darth Maul was killed: he seduced a Jedi who had become disenchanted with the Republic. He preyed on that disenchantment and converted him to the dark side, which is also a setup for what happens with Anakin." - Mythmaking: Behind the Scenes of Attack of the Clones, 2002

"[Dooku is] one of the few Jedi who became disenchanted with the Republic and left the order and he is leading a separatist movement." - Vanity Fair, 2002

"I wanted a more sophisticated kind of villain. Dooku’s disenchantment with the corruption in the Empire is actually valid. It’s all valid.  So, Chris plays it as, 'Is he really a villain or is he just someone who is disenchanted and trying to make things right?'" - Starlog Magazine #300, 2002

He probably meant the Republic/Senate in that last one, but you get the point. And you're seeing the pattern, right?

Dooku's problem isn't the Jedi, it's the Republic.

He's become disenchanted with a system that - according to Lucas' prologue in the 2004 book Shatterpoint - worked for 1,000 years...

"For a thousand years, the Old Republic prospered and grew under the wise rule of the Senate and the protection of the venerable Jedi Knights."

... but has been rendered ineffective because of 1) senators becoming corrupt and 2) corporations gaining political power.

"But as often happens when wealth and power grow beyond all reasonable proportion, an evil fueled by greed arose. The massive organs of commerce mushroomed in power, the Senate became corrupt, and an ambitious named Palpatine was voted Supreme Chancellor."

That's the message Dooku runs on, when he rallies the systems to form the Separatist Alliance.

"By promising an alternative to the corruption and greed that was rotting the Republic from within, Dooku was able to persuade thousands of star systems to secede from the Republic."

The Jedi aren't really a factor in his decision to leave.

Why would they be? Their political status isn't very high, they're virtually powerless, as illustrated by the film's narrative and stated repeatedly by Lucas.

On the contrary, as we already established in this post, Lucas full-on confirmed that Dooku actually carries the sympathies of most of the Jedi. Again:

Most Jedi agree with Dooku, ideologically.

As far as the Jedi are concerned, the politicians are effing up the Republic, and it sucks because the Jedi see this but aren't allowed to interfere in the political process. They have to resort to looking for loopholes in their mandates to actually get stuff done.

That's what that whole "she's a politician" scene is meant to hint at. In the commentary of Attack of the Clones, Lucas uses a similar turn of phrase as he does with Dooku.

"[This scene gives us] a chance to talk a little bit about politics and the Jedi’s disenchantment with the political process, due to the corruption and the ineffectiveness of the Senate." - Attack of the Clones, Director’s Commentary, 2002

Considering all this, it becomes clear that the intended narrative surrounding Dooku's decision to leave the Order is not:

"The Jedi are dogmatic and asleep at the wheel except for Dooku, who is ahead of the curb and sees the system is flawed, so he left."

It's actually:

"ALL Jedi see the system is flawed, Dooku's the only Jedi who decided to take it a step further and leave the Order so he can try to get into politics himself and change things."

That's why they hesitate to accuse him of murder.

That's why in an earlier draft of the Attack of the Clones script, by the end of the second act, Mace STILL has his doubts that Dooku would sign a treaty with the Trade Federation to attack the Republic.

As far as the Jedi are concerned, Dooku is out there fighting the good fight, making noise because whenever they try to protest it falls on deaf ears... until his betrayal on Geonosis.

After all, let's not get it twisted: the Dooku we're introduced to in the films and The Clone Wars, isn't really just Dooku anymore.

He's Darth Tyranus.

A point Lucas makes sure to highlight in his Shatterpoint prologue:

"Unbeknownst to most of his followers, Dooku was himself a Dark Lord of the Sith, acting in collusion with his master, Darth Sidious, who, over the years, had struck an unholy alliance with the greater forces of commerce and their private droid armies."

It's not about doing the selfless thing for Dooku, anymore. He's knowingly part of the problem.

He's all about ambition, now. His personal goals are things like overthrowing Sidious and becoming the most powerful Jedi.

"[Anakin's] ambition and his dialogue here is the same as Dooku’s. He says “I will become more powerful than every Jedi.” And you’ll hear later on Dooku will say “I have become more powerful than any Jedi.” [...] It is possible for a Jedi to want to become more powerful, and control things." - Attack of the Clones, Director’s Commentary, 2002

"If you put two Sith together, they try to get others to join them to get rid of the other Sith. [When revealing the truth to Obi-Wan], Dooku's ambition is really to get rid of Darth Sidious. He's trying to get Obi-Wan's assistance in that and help in that, so that he and Obi-Wan could overthrow Sidious and take over." - Attack of the Clones, Commentary Track 2, 2002

Y'know? Selfish things.

Dooku - like all other Sith, and like the very corporations and Senators he had sworn to destroy - is consumed by his own greed.

[bbjobo]

Hello hi it’s me, your resident entertainment PR enthusiast. I simply need to talk about the sequel announcement. This is all speculation, but I work in entertainment-adjacent communications and once convinced a household name celebrity to stay at my event to do select press interviews when his wife was going to go into labor at literally any minute, so I like to think I've got a pretty good sense of all of this.

So buckle in, because I'm about how actually fantastic this rollout was, because I’d wager they’ve been planning this since the premiere. 

RWRB came out truly smack-dab in the middle of the actors' strike. We all know just how much press we must have missed out on, because the strike started before promo would have kicked off in earnest. And when it was finally over in November, the actors are potentially out of contract for promotion, and that’s not even taking into consideration that the holidays are coming up and the six weeks from American Thanksgiving to New Year’s is truly a black hole of press. So this little movie has to rely almost entirely on fan reaction and word of mouth to hit because they’re so limited in what they can do for promo. And it IS a hit! Records are broken! Comments for an extended version (which, ok Matthew we get it, does not exist) and a sequel start almost immediately.

The marketing team makes the most of what they’ve got: they’re keeping up the official character accounts, they’re dropping deleted scenes and BTS. We get cornettos! The fireside scene! Bloopers! Notably absent? Brownstone Thanksgiving. We’ve seen BTS photos of it, we know it exists. Thanksgiving 2023 would have been a great time to drop it, but they don’t. This is the approximate point at which my own personal sequel speculation began. After the strike ends, the posting pace slows considerably but it’s still consistent. It’s just enough to keep it in your mind but not enough to be like “why are you still posting this much about it?” And this continues into 2024.

On the contracting side, conversations were likely actively happening at this point. I wouldn’t be surprised if negotiations picked up literally as soon as the strike ended. The producers would have had that time to get Matthew and Casey back on board and be fully prepped and ready to move on to contracting actors the minute they could. It’d be a shot in the dark to try to guess when these were finalized, but at some point between November 9 and May 9, yeah, they’re in.

But whew, Nicholas is booked and BUSY. Mary & George drops internationally March 5, The Idea of You closes SXSW on March 17, two weeks later M&G starts airing in the US and Canada, and a month after that, TIOY is available for streaming (and limited theatrical release, which is another whole post), and in between all those premieres, he’s everywhere. He’s criss-crossing the country (and tbh the Atlantic Ocean) for all of these appearances, truly going non-stop. The pacing of the premieres makes it nearly impossible to squeeze in another project announcement, and if they had, it would have been a bigger part of every interview he did after, which is something his own team would be working to balance. Plus between TIOY and RWRB, Prime would have been pitching stories against themselves. Better to let him finish out his other promotional appearances and then switch over.

At the same time, we’ve got awards and red carpet season starting. At nearly every red carpet appearance not for their own projects, both Taylor and Nick are asked about a sequel. If an interviewer is given enough time, they ask about a sequel. Sure, fans comment about a sequel on every vaguely rwrb social post from an official account, but the press asking about a sequel felt like a lot to me. Everyone always gave the same vague answer, that they’d be up for it if the story is right, that they don’t know but would be happy to. (Except one time, Nick does slip up and give an answer that feels a little more definitive here where he says “conversations are being had” all the way back in late February/early March). Press are asking the question so consistently that it felt like if it wasn’t happening, PR teams would have put the sequel on the do not ask list.

Then Prime starts actually ramping up on a FYC campaign for the movie. I'm gonna be honest, I was so surprised. It's a rom com, the odds of a rom com getting any sort of awards recognition is so slim, but I thought, "ok, sure, use FYC as a way to get the promo boost they need for an announcement of whatever's coming next." And then I looked up and Variety has picked it as the winner in the best television movie category, which is blowing my mind. The other categories they're submitting in are stacked and I think a nomination beyond television movie will be a long shot, but again, it's big for it to even be considered. And if they're being talked about, that means Prime's gotta put out a great showing for their FYC campaign.

Which brings us to this week. We start off on Monday with Nick at the Met Gala referring to Uma as his mother-in-law. Incredible. Love it. Wednesday and Thursday are a one-two punch of a FYC event and fan event, and the gang’s all here. At the FYC, we get the industry side of things: new portraits and interviews with Deadline, process talk, etc. Because this little rom com is actually doing pretty well and beating the odds? Knowing what we know now, the PR teams spent this week pre-briefing the press on the sequel announcement. Notable (at least to my knowledge) the sequel question doesn't get asked at the FYC event. Because the press already knows it's coming.

Now, on to yesterday. They do a fan screening and Q&A, and they literally roll out the red carpet. Nine months after the premiere and exactly six months after the strike ended, they get the gang back together with fans of the movie, who they relied on so heavily during the strike to help make the movie a success. The tagline on the screen’s giant promo image has been updated to specifically thank fans for “making history with us.” The moderator for the Q&A is the same person who interviewed Taylor and Nick at the beginning of FYC campaign season, their first joint interview since GQ (right? pretty sure. it's all a blur tbh). And at the end of the Q&A, minutes before 12 AM ET, when the embargo on the press release would have lifted, they make the announcement not to press, but to the fans. The fans who loved the book, who watched it over and over, who spread the word about the movie to help make it one of Prime’s top three rom coms OF ALL TIME.

It’s just… an absolute masterclass in how to execute a major announcement that embraces the fans in a time where fandom and interaction between creators and fans can be an absolute minefield. Prime saw the opportunity to lean into the fannishness of it all and they took it and it was a slam dunk.

So where do we go from here? IDK but here’s some unconnected thoughts in list form like Alex would want.

The book’s 5th anniversary is next Wednesday, the 14th.

Casey’s been posting about working on [redacted] for months at this point, which is almost certainly the screenplay

Nick mentioned needing to be back in the UK for filming soon

They would probably like to release this in US election off-cycle years, so that means 2025 or 2027 (and 2027 is too far away). 2026 would be less bad since it’s a midterm election, but still.

Filming could reasonably start sooner rather than later, and even without an unfinished script

I guess we’re back on content watch for blond hair and BTS pictures

[httpsserene]

httpsserene's F1 Kinktober '23

summary: george has created a serious problem. you two have been dating for over three years, and he fed from you the first time about three months ago. the problem lies within the fact that he conditioned you to orgasm every time he used you as his glorified high-class wine bottle. on second thought, that’s a pretty good problem to have; his thirst is sated, and yours is as well.

༊࿐ ⊹ ˚. i guess i got too into the plot and lost myself in the exposition. i was originally going to delete the beginning ramblings of setting the scene and what not, but this would be like 500 words if i did that— anyways have fun reading 🫶🏽

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vampire & biting/hickeys — 𝐠��. 𝟔𝟑 george russell x fem!black!reader 4k words. not beta read. vampire au. dubcon? (tagged because of the effects of vampire venom in this). safe, sane, and consensual. coming untouched. no penetrative sex. implied sex. blood drinking. hickeys, bites, & bruises. mention of multiple orgasms. the grid & mercedes knows about george being a vampire; the public does not.

george had gotten enough schooling to learn what classical conditioning is. pavlov conditioned dogs to salivate at the sound of a bell ringing; a conditioned response. george may have done the same thing to you–he made the mistake of making sure you orgasm as he bites and drinks from you. now every time he feeds from you, you cum, even if there’s no sexual build-up at all; it could be the most bland feeding session and the minute his venom enters your bloodstream, you can’t fight it—he’s pavlov-ed his girlfriend. he should’ve never allowed himself to feed from you.

when george first met you, he was enamored with you from the start. after every morning run, he would end at a local coffee shop and you would already be cozied up in a corner seat working away on your computer. you smelled delectable, george quickly picked up on that. he was thankful the barista had already memorized his usual order, because he really wouldn’t have enjoyed explaining why his canines had elongated into fangs. he couldn’t handle the way your blood was calling to him and left the coffee shop as soon as he got his drink, running into several people on the way out. you would be in the coffee shop on two out of the three days he came in, and he would be a serious hazard to any customer who came in during the five minutes he was there. it was like this for two months and twelve days (not that he was counting or anything), until you weren’t in your seat one day. george sighed in relief, shoulders relaxing and the fixed grimace in anticipation sliding off his face—what he didn’t expect to feel is disappointment at the lack of your appearance and addicting scent. he dismisses the emotions, convincing himself that he’s just used to the constant repression of his instincts around you. he even takes the time to engage in small talk with the baristas; two months ago he was well-invested into their lives, he has a lot of catching up to do. he allows himself to be forced into a seat at the counter to drink his coffee and indulge in a few pastries that are definitely breaking his diet. it’s an off day for him, his only plans are to stream in the evening with the usual quartet, so he can afford to dine in this morning…and indulge in catching up on the coffee shop gossip, he’s only a man, alright?

george is halfway through his cup of coffee and laughing along to a story about how this adorable kid tried to buy hot chocolate with monopoly money when the entrance door jingles open. he chokes on his sip of coffee, almost spraying it over the counter in surprise as you walk up to the counter. he turns to look at you ordering at the register, to confirm he’s not imagining your presence and—you look amazing. you’re wearing flared black trousers with a short-sleeved, white, collared shirt tucked into them, elegant gold jewelry accented against your brown skin—you’ve dressed up today. it’s different from the usual hoodie and headphones george sees you wearing in that corner nook of yours; at least that’s his excuse for why he ends up staring you down. after finishing your order, you head towards your usual seat and end up making direct eye contact with george, because the universe hates him. he sees your attempt at a polite smile and his cheeks burn red at being caught, and jerks his head forward breaking his stare. he hears you continue to walk past him, and the barista stares at him disbelievingly, “mate…you fumbled that.” george stutters through a denial, but then he hears your footsteps stop—and he knows you haven’t reached the corner seat yet. he picks up on the sound of you turning on your heels and heading back in his direction, and he drops his head into his hands, resigned. 

“ah! someone’s taken your seat today,” the barista in front of george calls out to you—george narrows his eyes at the man in warning, “come sit at the counter then; you can tell me what you’re all fancied-up for.” the barista glances at george with a smirk, and he swears this may be the first time he bleeds a human dry.

you laugh and sit at the counter, one seat in between you and george. and george sighs in relief for the second time today; you’re wearing perfume and it taints the smell of your blood, enough for him to not start salivating, at least. its silent for a minute, and george can feel your awkwardness radiating. 

“so…” you question teasingly, “not in a rush today, then?”

george turns to look at you, shocked that you’re even talking to him—he never figured he’d be in a conversation with you. while your voice may have been teasing, your eyes are soft, warmed with kindness, and george melts. he manages to muster a tease back in your direction, “no, not today. but, look at you—in business casual attire, i was starting to believe you only knew how to dress in sweatshirts?”

you roll your eyes at him, and a smirk replaces your painfully polite smile, “ah? today must’ve not been the only day you’ve been staring at me, if you’re so familiar with how i dress…even though we’ve never spoken to each other before.” george’s mouth drops open at you checking him, and he can hear both baristas giggling behind the counter. and at that moment, george is pretty sure he fell in love with you right then—even though he didn’t have the balls to ask you out for another month and a half. 

for those weeks, every time george came to the cafe, you would wave him over to your table with a bright grin and invite him to sit down across from you. even on days when he really couldn’t afford to be late, he’d find himself sitting down to chat with you. instead of being early to zoom meetings with the mercedes team, he started being on-time, often enough for lewis and toto to comment on it. his only response to their gentle prodding at the change in his behavior being, “i added another mile to my morning run,” when he really was spending those minutes talking to you after his run. after he built up the courage to ask for your number (platonically, of course), he would show up to the driver’s briefings a few minutes late, rushing in yet tapping away on his phone struggling to hide the smile on his face. for all of his superior senses, he doesn’t notice how his grid mates stare at him like he’s lost his mind; eventually, one of the officials calls him out when he glances down at the notifications popping up on his phone screen for the fourth time in five minutes, “mr. russell, i am sure that whatever you find so interesting on your phone can’t be more important than our discussion about track conditions, can it?”

george flushed red (he knew he shouldn’t have fed until later) and stumbled through an apology. after the briefing ends, the drivers start teasing him for being ‘so unprofessional,’ and lewis doesn’t help when he reveals how george has started being late to mercedes team meetings, too. charles pretends to faint, alex gasps in horror, and lando’s eyes light up at the opportunity to be a gremlin.

“boysboysboys,” lando grins, gathering everyone’s attention, “i think it’s finally happened.”

george sighed, over the dramatics already, “what’s happened, lando?”

“you’ve managed to get yourself a girlfriend!” lando shrieks, his high-pitched laughter hurting george’s ears.

george flusters, and blurts out the first thing that comes to mind, “she’s not my girlfriend!” and, he’s only made it worse. 

alex’s eyes widen, pointing at george in shock, “oh my god—so you are talking to a girl!” george groans and spins on his feet to leave the room, ignoring the jibes and teases of the grown men behind him. 

later that night, his hotel room is infiltrated by almost half the grid (including fernando, for some reason), all seeming to rally behind their common goal of getting george to ask you on an actual date. they debase all of george’s points about why he shouldn’t ask you out—the main point being that he’s a fucking vampire—and ask him the one question that he’s been refusing to acknowledge, “you can smell how she feels—does she smell like she likes you?”

george hisses at them half-heartedly, more like a frazzled kitten than a terrifying monster, “yes, i’m already aware that she’s interested in me—that’s the problem! i’ve already led her on this whole time, and she doesn’t know that she has a crush on an undead, immortal, vampire!” the room quiets at his outburst, and he can only groan and drop his head into his hands. 

“so just tell her,” max states bluntly, not looking away from the fifa game he’s beating charles’ ass in. george stares at max, appalled.

“let her make the decision for herself, right?” max starts, pausing the game to look at george, “for some bizarre reason she likes you for who you are,” george scoffs, “so, just tell her from the jump—you’ve already led her on enough, so give her the opportunity to decide whether or not if she should date your lame ass.”

the vampire stares at max disbelievingly, “that might be the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.” 

the red bull driver shrugs, ears turning red under the surprised stares in the room, and quickly un-pauses the game and scores on charles. the monegasque screams dramatically, and the tense air is broken. george shakily sighs, anxious, and pulls out his phone to ask you on a date. originally, he was thinking about asking you through a text, but with almost every driver in the room disapproving of any way he goes about wording it, he bares his fangs at them, and steps out of his own room, to call you. 

the phone doesn’t even complete the first ring before you pick up, and a pleasant, “hi, georgieeee,” slips from your mouth; he can hear how you’re smiling through the phone. he banters with you for a minute, listening to how you're singing praises about his performance even though the actual race isn’t for another day. when the conversation dies down, he blurts out the question, “do you want to go on a—“

“i would love to go on a date with you!” you cut him off, eagerly, “i mean–sorry, yes. i would like to go out with you.” george laughs, relieved and comforted by the fact that you’re as gone for him as he is for you. he can’t even bring himself to be mad when he hears the men in his room raucously cheer.

and when george took you out for brunch to the same cafe, ignoring the baristas’ proud expressions, he realized he had nothing to worry about. the conversation flowed easily, he made you laugh and you made him laugh, and most importantly, he didn't think about draining you dry like a caprisun. you’ve ditched the cozy outfits and dressed up again—dressed up for him—and george is out of his running attire and fancied up; and you make a off-hand comment about how unnatural this feels, and george is reminded of the one important thing he was supposed to tell you. time has flown by so quickly while the two of you were hidden away in your preferred corner seat, and it’s become mid-afternoon. george surveys the surroundings briefly and is shocked to find that it’s only the two of you, and the baristas in the cafe; it’s the perfect time to tell you. 

when george states that he’s a vampire, you obviously think he’s joking, “well, you’re not burning in the sunlight, georgie–so i don’t believe you! i am afraid that if this is a kink of yours, i don’t see a second date in the future.” he tries to smile at your joke but it ends up as more of a grimace, and he exposes his fangs for you to see. he hears the breath catch in your throat, sees your eyes widening in shock, blown-out pupils shrinking in fear, hears your heart beginning to race in your chest, blood rushing in your veins, and smells your scent souring.

“george russell,” you whisper yell, glancing around anxiously, “what the fuck! i believe you—you shouldn’t do that in public! what if someone else saw?!” and that’s when he realized that sure, a small amount of your fear was from the confirmation that he is a supernatural being—but mainly that, you were afraid for him. and at that point, george knew that he could allow himself to be vulnerable with you.

and after three years together, he fed from you for the first time. a lot of planning went into the initial feeding: after the end of the racing season, a trip away just for the two of you, george would satiate his thirst with his usual blood donor supply, he wouldn’t drink more than six ounces from you, you’d eat a full meal and be properly hydrated, and of course, he’d drink from you when you orgasm. the bite hurts in the beginning—george has been told many stories from feeders—and the most common distraction to the pain is a simultaneous orgasm. you were apprehensive yet extremely willing to allow george to drink from you, and told him that you trusted him completely—you even sat through his numerous clinical rundowns of the plan without complaining. 

however in the moment, george diverted from the script. instead of having you cum once, george forced three orgasms out of you and bit you on the last one. he practically mauled your neck, chest, and hickeys throughout the night, as if he was teasing himself with the indents on of his teeth on your body before he bit into you. you couldn’t figure out if it was the venom from his bite or the multiple orgasms that had you floating pleasurably. george couldn’t deny that seeing you covered in love bites and his actual fang marks didn’t provoke a hidden possessive trait in him. the love bites he left on your body would fade within a few days, the bite mark would fade in around two weeks—and you told george explicitly that if he ever wanted to feed from you again, he’d be more than welcome to do so.

the vampire always thought that he was the one who was at risk for getting addicted to your blood; his greatest fear being that he wouldn’t be able to resist sucking you dry. however, it rapidly dawned on him: you’re the one who formed an addiction.

george always made sure his thirst was properly sated with his usual blood bags before he drank from you. over three months, he’d consistently make you cum whenever he bit you, whether it was with his fingers, cock, mouth, thigh, etc. but he never quite realized that he conditioned you into cumming whenever he bit you, until the singapore grand prix.

singapore was hot. it wasn’t hell on earth like qatar, but it was still fucking hot. and then, he crashed. as he made his way back to the mercedes garage (stomping under the force of his self-deprecation), he became increasingly aware of the tingle in the back of his throat; he’s hungry, he needs blood. he ignores his race engineer asking if he needs medical attention, and asks for a ‘juicebox,’ the codeword for a blood-bag. only to find out, he had his last one yesterday after qualifying—the hotter race weekends have him draining his supply quicker than usual. the vampire whimpers, and suddenly he’s bombarded by you speeding over from the back of the garage. you’re tugging his face down to eye level, worriedly asking if he’s hurt, but george can only register how alluring your blood smells. contrary to popular vampiric-belief (if that’s a thing, he has no clue), blood does not smell sweet. it smells metallic, and the overall scent is affected by water content and ph-level; you smell velvety, and absolutely perfect to george.

the vampire briefly reassures you that he’s fine, before he grabs you by the hand and turns to toto. george begs his team principal to postpone any of his post-race interviews for as long as he can so he can get a brief feeding in with you before he loses his mind any further. toto cuts george’s pleads off immediately and allows him to do whatever he needs; the brit's temper is short enough already, if your blood can calm his mouth toto will personally send you a brand new g-wagon. 

george pulls you along to his driver’s room, slowing when he hears how you’re tripping over your feet two match his speed. he shoves the door open, but kindly guides you with a palm on the small of your back into the room, before he steps in and slams the door shut, locking it with a quickness. he speedily sits on the edge of his couch, and pulls you onto his lap, staring up at you with wide, pleading eyes.

“love,” he starts, his teeth worrying at his bottom lip, “may i drink from you? i should’ve been smarter about preserving my supply, usually i’m more careful about it, but i think i was just overager with everything this weekend. i’ll only take a small sip, just enough to hold me over until we fly back home, yeah? i mean, if you’re uncomfortable, i will not drink from you. i should be able to wait—”

you cover the vampire’s mouth with a hand, and smile softly at him, “yes, georgie, you can feed from me. the whole point of drinking from me was to have me acclimate to the feeling for rare situations like this, yes? i’m okay with it, you can take as much as you need from me.”

george stares at you for a few seconds, for some reason, he’s surprised at your easy allowance, before he’s shaken out of his stupor by you waving a hand in front of his face.

“i won’t be able to make you cum—i need to get out there as soon as possible,” george rambles out.

“ok,” you state, looking at him oddly, “i’m pretty sure i’ll be able to handle it, and if not you’ll know before i do.”

the brit asks if you’re sure one last time, before he effortlessly stands up with you in his arms, spins around and places you on the couch, sitting you where he was. the vampire kneels in front of you, and parts your legs gently, before tugging at the waistband of your pants for permission. you’re still reeling from his easy manhandling (you forget about his superior strength, he never makes it obvious), and how he fell to knees for you—the duality of his actions has you embarrassingly hot. you lift your hips up allowing george to tug off your pants, and you see firsthand how he loses his train of thought. 

when george brings you along to a race, he avoids leaving marks in a visible spots, so unfortunately for him, your neck and torso are complete bruise free; the humid weather in singapore meant that you would be wearing tank tops or cropped shirts, so he can’t risk someone seeing a smidge of a bruise on your body; they wouldn’t understand. although, george could take his fill of marking you up on your thighs. the dark skin of your inner thighs is mottled with bruises from his lips and indents of his teeth, all in various stages of healing observed by the various shades of purple they’re colored in. george slowly presses a finger into one of the marks and smirks when a strangled gasp escapes you from the pressure. if the vampire wasn’t so focused on the scent of your blood, he’d probably notice how that motion alone already had you wet.

george buries his head between your thighs, close enough that you can feel the exhales of breath from his nose over your panties. you shift, squirming away from the feeling—this is about giving george blood, which he needs for sustenance, not for you to get turned on at, you try to remind yourself.  the brit halts your movements, his hands flexing around you only slightly. you try and buck your hips away to test his grip, and you don’t move a single centimeter. you glance down, making eye-contact with your boyfriend, and the teasing smile he’s hiding behind your thigh has your heart rabbiting faster, even though you roll your eyes at him. george begins to lick and nip across your thighs searching for the best spot to pierce your skin, and you are trapped in your own mind. you’re at the mercy of an immortal being, you have no chance of fighting him off if you needed to. of course, you’re very aware that george wouldn’t lay a finger on you, but your hindbrain runs off of instincts, and it’s telling you george is a predator and you’re clearly his next meal. the adrenaline thrumming underneath your skin causes you to start breathing a little heavier and you manage to wrangle the instinctual fear away to relax under him. george startles you from your thoughts when his cold hand leads yours to rest on the nape of his neck, and he pauses when he feels you jump underneath him. 

“hey, you can still say ‘no’ if you’re not ready for this yet. there’s no pressure, love,” george reassures you. the calming tone of his voice has no judgemental lilt, and his words soothe you enough to double-down with your agreement.

“thank you for doing this for me, love. as soon as we get back to the hotel, i’ll take care of you properly–i promise,” george praises you, “now, remember, this won’t take any longer than ten seconds. if you need me to stop beforehand, pinch the skin on my neck and i’ll stop, okay?”

you swallow, clearing your throat, “yes, george. can we start already? my nerves will scare me away if we wait too long.”

george nods, hands petting at your waist reassuringly, before he focuses back on your thighs. his nose tracing along your sensitive skin for a few more seconds, until he stops and nuzzles at a spot almost on the underside of your left thigh, close enough to your pussy to have the fear fade under the anticipation of pleasure. the vampire kisses at the spot three times, before he lets his fangs slide out with an audible shlick. he presses them gently against you skin for a few seconds before he bites down.

the pain isn’t from the invasion of his fangs, but from the spread of the venom. it burns as it spreads through your bloodstream; you imagine this is what boiling alive feels like. the feeling is immense but fleeting. the initial bite has always been paralyzing, but when george takes the first pull of blood, the venom must have reached your brain and taken effect, because the pain instantly switches to an immobilizing amount of pleasure. the scream that was originally building in your chest transforms into a keening moan, the burning pain no longer present.

you feel your core tightening as george continues to feast on your blood; thighs trembling in pleasure, eyes rolling back overwhelmed, and toes curling. it’s happening so quickly, quick enough that you don’t register that you’re cumming. waves of pleasure crash over you unendingly, and you’re unable to figure out why. every drag of blood george takes ruins any chance you have to think. the pleasure is so catastrophic that you don’t even register when george releases the bite. 

the vampire can only stare up at you in awe as your mouth parts, drool beginning to leak from the corner of your lips, your eyes slamming shut, and face scrunching from the force of the orgasm he ripped out of you. george soothes the bite closed with careful sweeps of his tongue, allowing you all the time you need to come back to him. he softly sucks a few more marks into the meat of your thigh before he fights himself away from cradle of your legs, brushing a kiss on your cunt over your panties.

the vampire slides his way onto the couch next to you, pulling you into his arms to allow you to shake through the aftershocks in his grasp. he presses kisses to your forehead, while he murmurs praises freely. while his mouth is running in one direction, his thoughts take a completely different turn.

he’s ruined you for any other person. he’s trained you to orgasm with a simple bite of his fangs. your body has correlated the painful spread of his venom with pleasure. george has tied you to him for the rest of your life. this is a huge fucking problem. his mind starts racing; if that’s the case he either needs to work that out of you, or he can never feed from you in situations like this again. you’ll be useless for the rest of the day, your brain has turned into jello. he needs to make sure that he manages his blood supply properly in the future, so he doesn’t have to drink from you where the media can discover how gone you are. 

george has no idea how he would go about un-training your…pleasurable…response to his bite. on second thought, george doesn’t want to change your newfound reflex. if anything, it’s like an equal exchange. the vampire satiates his thirst, and you satiate your thirst. george coos at you adoringly when he hears the near inaudible moans your breathing into his neck—yeah, he thinks you’ll agree with him when you’re aware enough to do so.

he finds himself tracing the fresh bite mark with a thumb, groaning when your hips grind against him in return. he fumbles his phone out of his pocket to tell toto he needs at least another twenty minutes.

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Merlin Masterlist Part 2

You can't always threaten nobles!

Merlin tries to advise Arthur. Arthur, as usual, misunderstands.

Merlin & Arthur Pendragon

This is not what I meant

Arthur carries out his plan. Merlin is not impressed

Merlin & Arthur Pendragon

What do you mean you are my servant?

Every noble needs his servant. Merlin isn't happy about it.

George & Merlin

No, this is enough!

Arthur has another idea. Merlin is very tired about this.

Merlin & Arthur Pendragon

You see? Stupid wounds

Arthur needs to be healed. Merlin turns out to be an extremely competent physician.

Arthur is impressed. And he has an idea.

Merlin & Arthur Pendragon

Desperate attempt

Arthur finds his servant missing. Agravaine reflects on his actions.

Merlin & Arthur Pendragon, Knights of the Round Table & Arthur Pendragon, Gwen & Arthur Pendragon, Agravaine & Morgana

Discovering new sides of ourselves

Merlin's magic has its own mind.

What you did to Agravaine?... Sorry, Steven?

Merlin and Morgana. The Knoghts, Arthur, Merlin and Morgana.

Merlin & Morgana, Merlin & The Knights of the Round Table, Merlin & Arthur Pendragon

You don't have to be afraid anymore

Arthur makes a decision after saving Merlin and finding his sister.

Merlin & Arthur Pendragon, Gwen/Morgana

King and king

Arthur has his latest idea. This time Merlin has nothing against it.

Merlin/Arthur Pendragon

Secret Stalker

Merlin has a secret stalker. No matter that his two best friends told him it is a secret admirer. He knows the difference.

Gwen & Merlin, Lancelot & Merlin, Merlin/Arthur Pendragon, Gwen/Lancelot

Till next time, my brave honeysuckle

Gwaine episode from Merlin's and Gwaine's pov

Gwaine/Merlin

Where are you? ~ Please, don't leave me

Arthur discovers that his servant has not come to wake him and, at dawn, runs throughout the castle looking for him.

Merlin & Arthur Pendragon

Why I hate hunting

During a hunt, the knights and Merlin are stuck in a cave and must say the thing that weighs most on their minds.

Merlin & Arthur Pendragon, Merlin & The Knights of the Round Table, The Knights of the Round Table & Arthur Pendragon

Sweet persuasion

In his attempt to keep Arthur safe, Merlin uses Gwen's advice: sweet persuasion.

Merlin & Arthur Pendragon, Gwen & Merlin

The knight and the king

A deleted scene in A Servant of No Master. Arthur and Gwaine look for Merlin

Gwaine/Merlin, Merlin&Arthur Pendragon

I thought I knew you

After Gaius exposed Merlin as a sorcerer, Arthur needs to talk with him.

Merlin & Arthur Pendragon

I can show you incredible things

Post-magic reveal, Arthur learns about Merlin's magic and their relationship suffers.

Both of them are scared and sad.

This until during a hunt, Merlin saves Arthur from a spell and becomes his kid self.

How will Arthur react to his friend's (or something more?) fear?

Merlin/Arthur Pendragon

Drylic and scamu

Merlin and Lancelot deleted scene in the Darkest hour.

Merlin talks about his magic, and Lancelot sees him

Lancelot & Merlin

Protecting the youngest

After Merlin is fired and Cedric takes his place, the servants and Morgana has something to say.

Gwen & Merlin, Merlin & Morgana, Servants & Merlin, Morgana & Arthur Pendragon

How it should have gone

But that was not their destiny, and Arianrhod decided to give them a new one.

What do you do when you have a second chance to fix everything? Trust your friends

Gwen & Merlin, Lancelot & Merlin, Knights of the Round Table & Merlin, Merlin & Arthur Pendragon

My most loyal friend

After reclaiming Camelot from Morgana, Arthur rewards his most loyal friend.

Merlin & Arthur Pendragon

You were supposed to be dead

After the Veil, Merlin finds an old friend. The only problem: he shouldn't be alive.

Merlin is happy, the knights curios and Arthur just tired.

Merlin & Will, Knights of the Round Table & Merlin & Arthur Pendragon

Clover and Confessions

In the midst of a hunting trip, Merlin and the Knights of the Round Table embark on a quest to find healing herbs for Merlin's toothache.

Merlin/Arthur Pendragon

Forged Allegiance

Lancelot and Merlin talk. And then, they find the Round Table.

It's the start of a new Era

Merlin & Arthur Pendragon, Lancelot & Merlin

What kind of love do you have? 

The love life of Gwen and Merlin.

Or: the two servants that made fall in love the most powerful people in Camelot

Gwen/Morgana, Gwen & Merlin & Morgana, Knights of the Round Table/Merlin/Arthur Pendragon

Flowers and Jealousy 

Merlin's gestures of affection towards Morgana are too dangerous for the servant. Arthur is not jealous, at all.

Even if he is trying to kill the other one with his eyes.

Merlin & Morgana, Merlin/Arthur Pendragon

A broken bond

Merlin was rejected another time by one of his soulmates.

Arthur wants to help his friend.

Merlin & Arthur Pendragon, Gwen/Arthur Pendragon, Gwen & Merlin, Knights/Merlin

Destiny could change, our nature never 

Merlyn had believed the Great Dragon when he told her that it was her destiny to protect Arthur Pendragon.

She had believed him when he said they were two halves of one whole, that they couldn't be separated.

She had believed him when he told her that they shared a great and splendid destiny together, the golden age.

But how could she believe him, now that he was telling her that she should let a child die for words spoken in fear?

How could she believe him?

Merlyn had to choose: betray the fate they predicted for her and Arthur, or betray herself?

Merlin & Arthur Pendragon, Merlin & Morgana, Gwen & Merlin, Gwen & Merlin & Morgana & Arthur Pendragon, Merlin & Mordred, Merlin & Will, Hunith & Merlin, Balinor/Hunith, Gaius & Merlin, Druids & Merlin, Lancelot & Merlin, Knights of the Round Table & Merlin, Gwaine & Merlin, Merlin & Mithian, Freya/Merlin, Freya & Merlin, Elena & Merlin, Gaius & Hunith, Balinor & Gaius

Fake nobles and revelations

"Oh, no, just strange." Percival shrugged. "There were these girls with very thick and sturdy leather strips and they were like taking measurements?"

Leon blinked. "What do girls need leather strips for?"

Merlin's sudden laughter drew their attention.

"Something amusing, Merlin?" Arthur called him out.

"They're binders." Merlin said, amidst laughter. "They're used to bind their chest."

Knights of the Round Table & Merlin & Arthur Pendragon

How can you not be attracted to me? 

Arthur finds out that Merlin is attracted to men and women.

This isn't a problem, no. The problem is that Merlin isn't attracted to Arthur!

Gwen & Merlin, Merlin & Arthur Pendragon, Knights of the Round Table & Merlin, Knights of the Round Table & Arthur Pendragon, Gwaine/Merlin

A lovely kitten

Merlin is turned into a cat.

Morgana is amused, Arthur and the Knights are in love with him.

Merlin is so done.

Gwen/Morgana, Gwen & Merlin & Morgana, Knights of the Round Table/Merlin/Arthur Pendragon

In a Land of Soulmates

Soulmates AU!

During the Great Purge, Uther Pendragon banished every type of magic, with the only exception of the one shared to all the crown, every crown of every kindom: SoulMate's mark, the one who would have always had your back, something more than a brother, more than a companion. And it doesn't imply romance, but only a strong loyalty and solidariety between the two people.

Merlin & Arthur Pendragon, Gwaine/Merlin, Lancelot/Merlin, Lancelot & Merlin, Knights of the Round Table & Merlin, Knights of the Round Table & Arthur Pendragon, Gwen & Merlin, Merlin & Morgana, Leon & Merlin, Elyan & Merlin, Merlin & Percival, Balinor/Hunith, Ygraine de Bois/Uther Pendragon

"You and me, love, what do you say?" 

Merlin and Arthur are the heir of the two rival families.

Will they find love? Or will they follow their parents' steps?

Merlin/Arthur Pendragon

I'm about to blow ~your mind~ 

Arthur is cursed to 'open his mind'.

The only problem: his mind is open towards his manservant.

Who has a lot of imagination.

Merlin/Arthur Pendragon, Gaius & Merlin, Gaius & Arthur Pendragon

The fear of losing a friend can often be greater than the fear itself.

Arthur and Merlin talks.

Freya makes them a gift

Merlin & Arthur Pendragon

The Omega and the Alpha 

"So, my lady," Merlin leaned in, under the guise of fixing her dress, "shall we overthrow the king together?"

Morgana's eyes sparkled. "Why, Merlin, I thought you'd never ask."

Merlin & Morgana, Merlin & Arthur Pendragon, Morgana & Arthur Pendragon

Love is in the air (or maybe, it's just jazz)

Jazz bar, Merlin is approached by the most attractive man he ever saw.

This is the story

Gwaine/Merlin

Guardians of Honor 

In a time of war and magic, Lionel, a knight of Camelot, finds himself indebted to a mysterious young boy named Merlin, whose unexpected display of magic saves his life.

Determined to protect Merlin from the dangers of a kingdom where magic is outlawed, Lionel and his wife, Jaelle, take the boy into their home.

As they navigate the complexities of loyalty, duty, and love, they must keep Merlin's true identity hidden while facing the looming threat of war.

Leon & Merlin, Leon & Leon's Mother, Leon & Leon's Father, Merlin & Leon's Father, Merlin & Leon's Mother, Druids & Merlin

Guardian Angel 

Not everyone is lucky enough to know their guardian angel.

Arthur and the Knights are

Knights of the Round Table & Merlin, Merlin & Arthur Pendragon

Thank you 

Some king isn't happy with Merlin, but at least he has friends he could rely on.

Merlin & Morgana, Knights of the Round Table & Merlin, Gwen & Merlin, Merlin & Arthur Pendragon, Gwaine/Merlin

How to judge a man 

Pre-Canon, a moment between Merlin and his mother Hunith

Hunith & Merlin

There was an idea

Before Merlin could change his mind, he went to his dating app, and changed his bio.

Looking for someone to take to couples therapy and see how long it takes for the therapist to notice we don't know each other

Glad to have a plan for later, Merlin happily went back to studying.

Freya & Merlin & Will, Merlin/Arthur Pendragon

Past enemy and current pains 

Gwaine meets someone from his past. Fortunately, he isn't the same person anymore

Gwaine & Knights of the Round Table, Gwaine & Merlin, Gwaine & Arthur Pendragon

Orders, curly hair and fake nobles ~ how Leon and Gwaine met

The Knights learn how Leon and Gwaine first met.

Gwaine is still insulted for that meeting

Gwaine & Merlin, Knights of the Round Table Friendship

A gift and a lady ~ how Gwen and Morgana met

Gwen and Morgana first meeting

Gwen & Morgana

In the shadows of the sorcerer

What if Cornelius Sigan doesn't disappear in one night? What if Kilgharrah doesn't know what the spell is going really going to do?

What if Merlin gets more help?

Yes, what if?

Gaius & Merlin, Kilgharrah & Merlin, Merlin & Arthur Pendragon

(Are you sure you) Love Me ((say you) Love Me Remix) 

Merlin still can’t really believe Arthur wants to marry him, or that he loves him.

Probably, is Arthur's fault anyway

Merlin/Arthur Pendragon

Do you remember the first time I kissed you?

Arthur and Merlin's first and last kiss

Merlin/Arthur Pendragon

The king of my heart 

Gwaine and Merlin share a sweet moment

Gwaine/Merlin

Living up their expectations 

Merlin and Arthur talk about thei desire and need to make their fathers proud.

Merlin & Arthur Pendragon

Maybe the next time

Merlin was really starting to hate that shirt.

Usually, he only wore the red shirt on special occasions. Like the first day of a new season, or when it was someone dear's birthday, or when Gaius took him to do something for the first time.

Now, after wearing the red shirt thirteen times in a row, he hated it.

Lancelot & Merlin, Lancelot/Merlin

Do you like my accent? 

Merlin, the Knights and Arthur spend some time together

Gwen/Morgana, Knights of the Round Table/Merlin/Arthur Pendragon

Emrys and the three Queens

Arthur overhear Merlin's conversation with Agravaine.

Things change.

Merlin & Morgana

I like when you protect me 

Well, Merlin had been warned.

Indirectly, from the protective glances of the Knights.

Directly, from Morgana and Gwen's comments.

Now, he could only try to limit the damage.

Gwaine/Merlin, Knights of the Round Table & Merlin & Arthur Pendragon, Gwen/Morgana

Never alone again 

Gwaine realised that Merlin was hiding something.

And in a panic, Merlin denied it and hid behind more lies.

How could their relationship be based on lies?

Gwaine/Merlin, Gwen & Merlin

No. I have magic. 

A magic reveal with a twist.

Gwaine/Merlin, Knights of the Round Table & Merlin, Merlin & Arthur Pendragon

I will always protect Merlin

Gwaine decides to reveal his heritage to Uther

Gwaine/Merlin

This isn't the proper purpose!

Gwaine manages to transform the purpose of one method of communication into another. Which is absolutely not the correct one.

Merlin begins to doubt his own choices (as well as Gwen's)

Gwaine/Merlin, Gwen/Arthur Pendragon

The Seneschal of the King 

Merlin and his new role as the seneschal of Arthur

Merlin & Arthur Pendragon

“What do you have there?”

Merlin adopts a pet and Morgana is not okay with that

Merlin & Morgana

Guilt and Redemption

Finally, after some delays, King Balinor had managed to conquer Camelot, and to demand his revenge for Uther's bloodthirsty pursuit of magic and all its believers.

Uther Pendragon was dead, and with him, the Purge was over.

Gwaine & Lancelot & Merlin, Gwaine & Lancelot & Percival, Balinor/Hunith, Balinor & Hunith & Merlin, Merlin & Nimueh, Gwen & Morgana, Morgana & Arthur Pendragon

Letters from a friend

A collection of all the letters between Merlin and Lancelot

Lancelot & Merlin

Fatal Unions 

Merlin and Arthur marry after knowing each other for only a few weeks, shortly after Merlin starts working at Arthur's company and receives one promotion after another.

But is there more behind this marriage?

Lancelot & Merlin, Gwaine & Merlin, Gwen & Merlin, Merlin/Arthur Pendragon, Leon & Arthur Pendragon

Changing Destinies 

For destiny was not engraved in wrought iron.

And Arianrhod had no intention of making her youngest son suffer again.

A whisper, accompanied by a sweet smile and the boy would have been deaf to attempts to evoke distrust and fear in his destiny.

One answered prayer and the boy would never again lose his good heart or doubt his friends.

They would all get a second chance.

Gwaine/Lancelot/Merlin, Gwen/Arthur Pendragon

Echoes of Magic and Nature 

After the lands of Camelot lose their life, it seems that hope for the kingdom is lost for good.

That is until Prince Arthur decides that he would save his people.

But he will not make this journey alone. He will have allies, even in the most unthinkable places.

After all, to heal the wounds made by an impure heart, it is needed the purest of them all.

Merlin/Arthur Pendragon

Why would I lie when I can tell you the truth? 

Merlin tries to figure out how many people he can admit to having magic without getting caught.

Merlin & Arthur Pendragon

This is my favourite cute little cat ~ okay, it's a bastet

Merlin finds a cute little kitten.

Very very huge, with wings.

Okay, maybe it isn't a kitten, but Merlin likes it.

Merlin & Morgana, Freya & Merlin

Please, he's an Alpha!

Merlin is amazed by the new Alpha, and Arthur isn't happy

Merlin & Arthur Pendragon

I just met you

Arthur and Merlin first meeting.

Or: How Arthur fell in love with Merlin

Freya & Merlin & Will, Morgana & Arthur Pendragon

They lived happily and gay ever after

Youtuber Merlin makes his edits on videos.

It follows a discussion about couples in series.

Gwen/Lancelot, Gwen & Merlin, Gwaine & Gwen, Freya & Merlin & Will, Lancelot & Merlin, Gwaine & Merlin

The hunters and the preys

Merlin is been sold by his older brother to the slaves.

This is how he'll escape them

Merlin (Merlin) & Original Female Character

Jealousy, jealosy

Arthur and the knights are jealous of their Omega

Gwen & Merlin & Morgana, Knights of the Round Table & Merlin, Merlin & Arthur Pendragon

The Value of a King

Merlin had been given a choice.

Admitting the truth about what Morgause had said, admitting that Uther was indeed responsible for the Purge and Ygraine's death would have meant freedom for Merlin and for all those who had magic.

But Arthur would suffer.

Lying about the truth, lying about what Uther had done, once again covering the king from the consequences of his own actions… it would have spared Arthur the pain of losing another parent. It would save Uther, a man who had never had compassion for anything or anyone, once again.

It would make Arthur hate magic once and for all.

Make Arthur hate Merlin, the profound nature of what Merlin was, forever.

Gwen & Merlin & Morgana & Arthur Pendragon

The vigilante of Camelot

There is a scoundrel who kills nobles who threaten Arthur, leaves evidence of their guilt in the room and offends Uther every time

Merlin & Morgana

Simply splendid

One of the most important rules that Leon had passed on to Arthur was to be as ready as possible in every possible situation.

Being a prince was a great responsibility, he had said, and always being ready for any occasion was Arthur’s sacred duty as protector of the kingdom and its citizens.

Or:

Arthur tries to test his knights, and instead he starts following his servant around

I'll be worthy of your trust

Arthur had always thought that using magic was for the wicked and weak.

His father had thought so, and Morgana had shown herself capable of anger and violence like few other enemies had ever been.

Arthur couldn't believe that he too was a sorcerer.

Taking care of each other

five times Merlin heals one of the knights + once all of them heal him.

Merlin & Knights of the Round Table

Princess Elena of Gawant

“I had a Sidhe.” Elena murmured. “I was possessed by a Sidhe.”

Merlin nodded. “I'm sorry it took me so long to understand this.”

Elena/Merlin

The Curse of Camelot

Narrator:

"In Camelot, where peace once reigned,

Now a dark shadow has remained.

In the heart of the castle, something's astray,

An ancient presence that won't fade away.

No one was ready for this fateful night,

And no one will ever be, despite their might."

“Promise me you won't look back.”

“Promise me you won't look back.” Arthur said, speaking through the fog.

Merlin swallowed. “You can't ask me that.”

“Merlin, promise me.”

Merlin didn't answer, unable to utter those simple words.

How to fix a bad day

Merlin sighed, casting a longing glance at his refuge for the night.

Going on patrol was always painful, not because of the hours spent on horseback (which didn't help anyway, as it was necessary to maintain a rigid and constant position for a long time), but because of the work Merlin had to do afterwards, while the knights rested.

What happened?

Merlin finds himself in a very different Camelot.

Or: Merlin of season 1 finds himself in late season 4.

Keep it safe

“If the sigil is a proposal, then what does the ring mean?” he asked, his voice dropping to a whisper.  

 

“The ring itself? Nothing,” Arthur reassured him, leaning closer as if drawn by Merlin’s quiet tone. “But that ring, given by me? It means I’m offering you the most fragile, vulnerable part of myself and asking you to keep it safe.”  

Converting a Non-Believer

Merlin knew Arthur was a sports enthusiast.

He had held out hope for him because of the role-playing game Arthur had joined—a sign that he couldn’t be entirely lost to the better ways of life.

Surely, it meant something that he was part of such a profoundly nerdy game.

Arthur could be saved; Merlin was certain of it.

Unfortunately, Arthur seemed allergic to everything Merlin loved.

All the things I do for you

Merlin and Morgana come up with a plan to protect Arthur from the killer of the week

True Love

It was a special kind of torture, Merlin decided, having Freya there. Trapped in a corner of his mind, unable to communicate with the real world, with no hope of escape.

He would never be able to tell Gaius that the cure was impossible to find.

Merlin’s true love was sitting right next to him, long since dead.

Three Hearts at Twilight

The Central Government had long decreed that love was an inefficient distraction, allowing only authorised unions for controlled reproduction. Every emotion was regulated, every desire smothered in the name of perfect order.

Everywhere, screens broadcast the same propaganda: the world as it was now was the triumph of the Golden Age, an era of peace and perfection achieved after the chaos of the past.

In official speeches, the Central Government, through the voice of Morgause—a woman as insipid as she was heartless—claimed to have restored humanity to its original purity, just as the gods had always intended.

Dinner party 

Geoffrey sighed.

There were a lot of people in the room when Uther Pendragon got killed.

There were his relatives, starting with his son, Arthur, his daughter, Morgana, and the two brothers of his wife, Agravaine and Tristan.

There were also Gaius, an old friend of Uther, and his nephew Merlin, who was also the nurse of the old man.

And Gwen, a friend of Morgana, as well as Nimueh and Morgause, the two sisters from mother’s side of Morgana.

A lot of people had a reason to kill Uther.

Do you regret choosing this pill?

“So, you are new here, is that correct?”

Gwaine looked around, frowning when he realised he was in some strange place.

“Someone named L brought me here.” Gwaine muttered. “Is it normal?”

The agent raised one eyebrow. “What is normal?”

“Calling people with the first letter of the name, instead of using the whole name.” Gwaine answered. “Isn't that extremely stupid?”

As Good as we can get it

The banquet at Camelot had been what one might call a true triumph.

For everyone except Arthur.

He had endured an endless string of toasts, insincere smiles, and ill-judged remarks about his impending coronation.

Feel like home

Soulmates identifying marks AU -

Arthur grew up with parents who loved each other, Merlin's were a disaster. Both of their parents are soulmates, but while Arthur idolizes and wants to find his soulmate, Merlin rejects the very idea of that.

A man pure in heart

Anhora breathed out, his gaze resting on the son who was fading away. Another of his pure-hearted creatures disappearing because of glory and hatred, because of ignorance and deceit.

His eyes then shifted to the boy who had held, cradled, the head of Anhora’s son, Estel, in his hands.

“I’m so sorry,” he was whispering, “I’m so very sorry.”

Anhora allowed a faint smile to disturb his solemn expression, a glimmer of light in the grim darkness.

At least, he thought, someone who still cared did exist.

“Arthur Pendragon,” Anhora spoke to the soul of the hunter who had just arrived, a look of pride of the kill he had just made, killing an innocent with his actions, “the judgment of your heart has only just begun.”

We’ll see what kind of friend you are, he thought, vanishing as the boy’s blue gaze found him.

See you again next life

The time that merthur antics brought Leon (and the other knights) to therapy

My only mate

Jealous Alpha Arthur and Amused Omega Merlin.

Without you I'm in the dark 

After Gwen is banished, Arthur becomes more of an arse. One day, Merlin has enough of his attitudine and leaves for a walk.

An unplanned kidnapping leads to feelings realisation.

Back to General Masterlist

[boggyblazingmood]

I swear as time passes Philoises become even more stupid. Like how many times do they have to be told that the deleted scene IS NOT GOING TO BE REUSED! That fact that Shondaland made that scene available shows that they are clearly NOT GOING TO USE THAT PLOT POINT! Also of course the majority of us Theloises want Eloise to marry Theo. He actually respects her and he's a lot more intriguing than Phillip!

So? Phillip is also married! I like that Philoises reason that Marina will die to pave the way for their shitty ship. But by that logic, shouldn't the same could happen to Theo's imaginary wife. I said imaginary since that scene was cut so him being married isn't canon anymore. Not that the braindead Philoises would understand. Also! I don't think they'll kill Marina. Several entertainment articles are reporting on Simone Ashley's heinous treatment from Netflix and Shondaland so the last thing they truly need is for the press to dredge up Ruby Barker's treatment. Which it will happen if her character is killed off. Also! Why don't they mention Eloise's politics? They are so obsessed with making her into a sex nanny that they clearly broadcast they don't give a single fuck about her interest in women's rights.

Yeah so who is going to tell them that CF was only cast as a minor role. In fact he didn't even know if he would even appear in future seasons! Phillip's role on the show was to resolve Marina's involvement with Colin to allow Polin to occur. Also how is Phillip Crane being a fantastic father and husband book accurate? Additionally how do they know that Phillip and Marina weren't intimate with each other? Phillip is shown to be a Regency accurate character as he is dutiful as a baronet instead of going to become a professor of botany letting Marina handle running the estate. Philoise is clearly NOT a guarantee there are no concrete signs he's coming back besides speculative conjecture from the braindead, unhinged Philoises.

Well girlies! Theo isn't married so that's that! Even if he was married so is Phillip! And Eloise doesn't like children so I don't see how the twins will have ANY bearing on their story! I also must remind everyone that ELOISE HATES THE COUNTRYSIDE! Which was confirmed by her saying to Penelope that she's bored, Violet sarcastically saying she's very much spirited, and Claudia Jessie herself saying that Eloise is trapped both in the Ton and countryside. So ELOISE'S HAPPY PLACE IS NOT THE COUNTRYSIDE!

So this first Philoise is truly the most feebleminded individual I had the dishonor of meeting. And character development to that dullard is just Eloise being forced to give up on all her ambitions and dreams, be forced to be a sex nanny, be forced to live in the countryside, and also subject herself to Phillip's boring rants on plants. That's not character development, that's character assassination!

Then the second Philoise should be on some sort of watch list. Theo is NOT a radical. A radical is someone that calls for the monarchy to be abolished. All Theo was advocating for was equal rights for women and men and expanded rights for the working class. Also according to that thickheaded fool, shouldn't Penelope also be subject to being arrested and deported? Remember she wrote vile things about George III and QC's daughter-in-law and grandchild dying. But we still saw her cozy up with QC during the S4 pics. By that logic, Theo did NOTHING WRONG! Also Francesca and Phillip?! What in the actual fuck?! She's married to John and her endgame is MICHAELA STIRLING! 🤦🏻‍♀️

[queen-of-films]

What Really Turned Anakin Skywalker into Darth Vader: A Buddhist Take on Star Wars

As mentioned in my previous Star Wars post, being a Buddhist has made me look at the Star Wars franchise through a Buddhist lens, including its characters. In the original Star Wars trilogy, Darth Vader is depicted as a merciless, treacherous, formidable villain. In the Skywalker saga, we get to see what events led Anakin Skywalker to the dark side. While we can say numerous factors contributed to his Sith ways, it’s not so much the events or people Anakin faced, but the emotions and thoughts that led to his future actions. Both Jedi and Buddhists share the belief that positive emotions and thoughts can bring enlightenment and alleviate suffering.

In Buddhism, suffering isn’t only about illness, aging, and death; we accept these as a part of life and something everyone will experience. The suffering in Buddhism is more about the things that make us happy, like our pleasures, and the things that don’t make us happy, our displeasures. Whether something gives us happiness or not; ultimately, it leads to the three unwholesome roots in Buddhism: greed, aversion, and delusion. Darth Vader is the accumulation of the three roots, and to some extent, we have remnants of Darth Vader in us.

Anakin’s Greed Was Holding On Too Much

Greed is much more broad than what people think. In Buddhism, greed has to do with our desires, specifically, our desire to give us pleasure. Attack of the Clones is where we see Anakin’s greed. Greed for Anakin wasn’t just about having more power; although he eventually admits to that, it is clear that Anakin is attached to those close to him like his mother and Padmè. I want to be clear that Anakin falling in love with Padmè did not cause him to become Darth Vader; however, his inability to let go of his attachments did. While our attachments give us pleasure, they do not last, and everything in this world is impermanent. His fear of losing loved ones made him want to become a powerful Jedi, so he could learn how to stop people from dying. Anakin’s fear of pain and death makes him a relatable character for us all, which is what makes his dark transformation a tragedy. What we can learn from Anakin is even what we think are selfless desires are facades of not accepting what already is. 

Aversion Pushed Anakin Away From Those He Cared About

Aversion is the manifestation of anger, hatred, and violence. Darth Vader is, if not all of the above, on the aversion scale; it is Darth Vader’s anger that made him menacing but made him a powerful Sith. George Lucas wasn’t even subtle when showing the Darth Vader tantrums in the young Anakin. But what we can see in Attack of the Clones and Revenge of the Sith, is often Anakin is angry when he’s passionate about protecting people. But more notably, he gets frustrated when he’s not in control. For example, Anakin has felt overshadowed by Obi-Wan, even going as far as to say that his master is holding him back. As time goes by, and with the help of Darth Sidious, Anakin’s anger manifests toward hatred for Obi-Wan.

Apparently, in the deleted scenes in Revenge of the Sith, Sidious planted seeds of doubt about Padmè’s faithfulness and suggested Padmè and Obi-Wan had a relationship of their own (feel free to disagree with this statement since it’s a deleted scene; it can be an open interpretation of Anakin’s doubts). This leads us to the infamous Mustafar scene. At this point, Anakin feels betrayed by the Jedi, his master, and possibly Padmè; basically, everything he thought was good. This is why the violence Anakin inflicts at the Jedi Temple, in his mind, is for the greater good since he thinks the Jedi are corrupt. Here’s food for thought: before Anakin and Obi-Wan battle, it seemed like initially, Anakin was willing to kill Obi-Wan not because he heated him but because he would have gotten in his way, which is why he said: “You’re either with me or against me.” It’s until after Obi-Wan leaves him for dead; correct me, if I’m wrong, he tells him he hates him. A key takeaway from Anakin’s aversion is to be mindful of our thoughts and not let our anger envelop us to the point of hatred.

Delusion Was Anakin Skywalker’s Enemy

Delusion in Buddhism is described to be a mental darkness, a blocking of clear thinking. In other words, ignorance. Ignorance is the root of our suffering. Ignorance misleads our understanding of reality. It derails our acceptance of impermanence, and ignorance is what fuels our greed and anger. Anakin Skywalker has proven to be ignorant whenever he gets emotionally attached and angry. But where we see Anakin most ignorant is in his efforts to not let his visions of Padmè dying from childbirth come true. This leads to one of my favorite quotes from Yoda, “you have to train yourself to let go of everything you fear to lose.” This advice actually would have made Anakin not ignorant and accept that death and pain are a natural part of life. But Anakin is convinced that his mother died because he wasn’t powerful enough to save her, which is why he felt he had to become powerful to save Padmè. His ignorance of not accepting how things are in the present, rather than worrying about the future and mourning the past, had made him susceptible to Darth Sidious's influence, further distorting Anakin’s perceptions of the Jedi council. I also found it interesting that in Anakin’s first vision of Padmè, she cries, “Help me, Anakin,” which she never said. This could suggest that Sidious was also manipulating Anakin’s visions of Padmè’s death. Either way, he let his fear of loss outweigh the goodness in him.

Conclusion

After analyzing Darth Vader’s character, I understand more than ever that we choose the path we take, and that nothing is predestined. We can argue that it’s inevitable to be caught up in greed, anger, and delusion, but not impossible to overcome. If we fall victim to the very things that destroy our good judgment, then we’ll be the ones writing our tragedies. Don’t be a Darth Vader.

[girlcored]

A final few thoughts:

it's reasonable to assume that tommy has insight into how dream behaves behind the scenes. he doesn't really need evidence for the claim "dream and his friends act sexist" the same way dream needs evidence for "merch company uses child labor" and "tommy's editors are treated unfairly". that's why it feels weird, right? it's not reasonable to assume that dream would have insight into those, and his claims aren't believable without evidence. especially when one of those was definitively disproven by the editors themselves. it's clear to me dream doesn't actually know the details of either of these situations because he's unable to provide proof that he should and claims to have. this is also why when dream says tommy doesn't provide context for the claim, it sounds really strange. the context is that tommy has some level of access to situations that would give him that impression.

when caiti spoke about her experience with george,,, idk i still can't watch that video and say that there's no truth there. her stream is heartbreaking, and the way both dream and george were dismissive and so casual about her claims is, in fact, sickening. but dream can't stand any level of criticism for his or george's actions, and here we are. the attitude adjustment tubbo suggested is extremely warranted. you don't have to be a blatant misogynist and you don't have to think of yourself as a misogynist to behave misogynistially. that's pretty basic feminism in my opinion, which has led me to believe dream really doesn't care that much about women

intentions are not the same as what actually gets said, and that was what tubbo was telling him. but the self-vicitimization won, apparently. he admitted that most of his major claims made in his video were 'misguided' but doesn't want to delete the video, which is a huge mistake in my opinion. i've said before but if he could just take one single step back, just hold himself accountable in one single instance, i would not dislike him as much. why is that soooo hard

anyway back to coding

[luckytohavebucky]

More General Facts I've Learned About Bucky:

I have no idea why I used this picture of Bucky, but oh well.

Fact 8: Bucky was born at "7:43, AM", in the bedroom of his parent's very small (of course) Brooklyn apartment.

When I remembered this later it was so vivid that I thought maybe it was a deleted scene from Captain America The First Avenger, which I realise now that doesn't actually make a whole lot of sense, however, it shows how very much I've always been prioritising Bucky, and so much that my soul was there to witness the relative events of his birth, being such that George was nervously sitting in a chair in the Barnes' living room at the time, and there was a kitchen off of that to the left of the entrance with a small table, enough for maybe 4 people, a small hallway that lead to the bathroom and to the right of George (being that he was opposite the kitchen, just to confirm) was the bedroom, and I heard Bucky crying, then the very stereotypical 1910s doctor came out and congratulated Mister Barnes, said it's a boy or something fairly generic like that, and of course George was very excited yet relieved and asked when he could see Winifred and his new son; the doctor informed him that they were resting but he could go in soon enough, and I think the doctor left after that, and so did I, so unfortunately I never saw newborn baby Bucky, 'though I am glad I didn't see Winifred giving birth to Bucky, but only because in general, human birth just confuses and weirds me out because... ...welll... I suspect I'm not... ...human, or my soul isn't, or part of me anyway, which I don't even know how that works, but obviously it doesn't really have to do with this, and yeah, to get back on track, so to say, that's what I saw of where and when Bucky was born.

Again I chose a random picture of Bucky.

Fact 9: Bucky is circumcised.

Bucky was born when the idea of circumcising newborn males in the States was just gaining momentum, with it being suggested around half the time, including to Bucky's mum, who therefore, assuming it best for her son, approved (and of course Bucky's father understood when he learned about it later), so Bucky must've had his foreskin removed shortly following his birth, which the only way I know for sure that's the case (other than maybe his crying pattern at that time) is the numerous times I've been with Bucky while dreamwalking in the MCU, and we have been intimate, or I've gone into the shower with Bucky (which is a big deal since due to being waterboarded, I mean baptised, as an infant and recovering that memory, I now for the most part have a fear of being immersed in water, and I essentially rely on spongebaths that are, contrary to popular belief, just as effective as regular baths/showers if done properly), or seen Bucky when he was in between dressing or about to settle in, so yeah, like I said, I've had ample opportunity to see Bucky's penis ('though naturally I prioritise seeing his face, particularly Bucky's eyes) and can fully confirm circumcision was, in fact, performed on Bucky, but I mean... without going into my feelings on the subject overall, clearly it's in no way affected Bucky, and he'll always be my precious, perfect Bucky, including any way his body has been, is, or could be, so long as he's in it.

Fact 10: Bucky is proficient in the use of a bo staff.

Bucky may have literally saved the world a few times now, but when he's not going all out in that respect, he's actually quite the street level hero, stopping bad guys in his native Brooklyn and nearby, so far as that, 1 day Bucky was fighting a gang of ne'er do wells in a subway station, and 1 of them had a bo staff and tried to use it to attack Bucky, well of course Bucky would have none of that and promptly grabbed it away, then Bucky proceeded to put those hoodlums in their place in every sense of the term by using said bo staff skills, and they ended up in a heap being guarded by Bucky 'til the cops arrived; it was awesome needless to say (even though I said it), and if it had been a scene from a show or movie that takes place in the MCU, there would've been an instrumental range like reflecting that, just saying.

Fact 11: Bucky likes chicken.

So I think I can confirm that Bucky is actually trying to eat a piece of barbecue chicken in this scene, and I've said how I was with Bucky when he ordered a sandwich from a place that just serves chicken meal ranges which is maybe only in the MCU in its specific form, and yeah, I've said how I'm vegan, and to be sure, that's for ethical reason, so I'm wanting to get the equivalent due to still having association with Bucky (for the uninitiated, there are plethora of convincing alternatives), but far as Bucky's part, I know he's respectful to animals, and just... I would let him hold, kiss me... ...doesn't matter if he literally had seconds ago been chewing on a piece of animal flesh or maybe even still was and I don't really care what that says about me damnit; he is My Bucky.

Fact 12: Bucky likes pineapple.

Everbody knows about Bucky's affinity for plums, but interestingly enough, his appreciation for pineapples might also be canon from Captain America Civil War, as there appeared to potentially be at least 1 can of Dole pineapple slices in what was Bucky's apartment, 'though it's out of focus so I can't really confirm, but either way, I've seen Bucky just get pineapple along with flavoured ranges and dishes which contain said fruit on a number of occasions, and this is the 3rd time I've mentioned about Bucky enjoying a specific food, so, clearly Bucky enjoys eating, and yeah, like I said, this is another example of that (the fact of which is a little too broad to warrant its own section, just to.confirm).

Fact 13: Bucky's favourite colours are green and blue.

Bucky specifically prefers earthy greens like olive, and darker blues such as true blue and indigo, which is the range of how Bucky answered when I asked him about, so while it's no secret that Bucky wears a lot of (if not mostly) black, and I think Bucky likes that colour because it's relatively neutral (not to mention he's used to it), then of course softer reds like maroon and cranberrry are something Bucky wears a fair amount, those aren't Bucky's main favourites, those of which, however, and to be sure, he wears a fair amount of too.

Fact 14: Bucky's favourite song is "It Don't Mean A Thing (If It Ain't Got That Swing)" as recorded by Duke Ellington and Ella Fitzgerald.

This was actually recorded in the 30s, but it gained popularity when swing dancing and the music that accompanied it like took off in "Bucky's time", so I feel like Bucky considers it an honorary 40s song... I know it's Bucky's favourite anyway because I asked him and he told me, then we started singing and got to the "do wa do wa do wa" part and laughed how we do, and it was very romantic; people around us were probably rolling their eyes, but all I could see was Bucky (and this took place on a beach where, according to Bucky, Bucky and Steve used to race newspaper boats around a small alcove, that is when the latter wasn't putting the newspapers on his shoes), and maybe not so coincidentally, this has always been my favourite version of that song too ('though obviously I'm from when of course it's been considered a classic and around for decades).

Clearly there was only 1 canon range this time and it was like an extension of another fact from my previous entry, but I think at this point anyway, I've put every general fact I know about Bucky.

[adultswim2021]

The Venture Bros. #50: “The Diving Bell vs. The Butter-Glider” | September 12, 2010 - 11:30PM | S04E09

The Venture Bros. is back! Their convoluted release of season four finally comes home to roost with this episode. They are roosting all over us

In this episode, the Monarch buys a Butter-Glider, a pricey contraption that attaches to his feet that lets him fly around in a different way than he normally flies around. He does this at the expense of his henchmen, who desperately need new equipment. Dr. Mrs. the Monarch is upset with her husband’s preoccupation with this new toy so she has 21, now running solo commands, kidnap Venture as a way to make the Monarch jealous. 

Meanwhile, Dr. Venture is unconscious and apparently suffering from an embolism, so the Venture crew decide to do a Fantastic Voyage/Innerspace to get inside there and fix him up after he’s denied medical treatment for insurance reasons. THIS IS HOW PEOPLE DIE IN THESE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA (BACKFLIP). 

This one has a lot going for itself. As noted in the commentary track, Doc and Jackson tried to let the show breathe this season so they could add stupid, funny scenes, like Billy Quizboy and Pete White’s gratuitous motorcycle hotdogging, Dr. Mrs. The Monarch gargling, or the little scene where the Monarch realizes he used to listen to Pete White’s college radio show. 

There is an allusion to Victor. Echo. November in that they refer to another time Billy fixed Venture’s arm, but Jackson and Doc note that they accidentally had it be the wrong arm in this episode. I would’ve never picked up on that, and I would’ve just assumed that it was in reference to another time Billy performed meatball surgery on Rusty.

According to the Go Team Venture book, the thing that made this episode come to life was Jackson drawing the Monarch in different costumes. One of them was Spider-man villain Green Goblin, who rides on a similar device to the Butter-glider. Doc spends an entire page of the book explaining exactly why the Monarch’s Butter-glider song is good, even though it is bad. 

The DVD/blu-ray includes some deleted scenes, as well as 21’s presentation for the “Mark-V Hench-Suit”, ideal for freeze-framing. 

This one is mostly strong throughout, but the episode really earns its stripes with the phenomenal pulse-pounding action finale. This show is in a class of its own when it comes to being actually funny and actually exciting. Not every episode comes together this spectacularly, but goddamn it feels great when it does. 

MAIL BAG

This is my favorite era of Adult Swim: Live action and almost nothing that could pass for a cartoon. If you can't tell, I'm being sarcastic. This is Jayworld from Toonzone forums.

Begone you stupiod bitch, this mail bag is being featured on a cartoon that took them 12 years to make

(french stewart holding his hands up to his face) INCOMING MESSAGE FROM THE TOONZONE FORUMS

I don't like this!!!

From snusuwiwjs:

George Lowe has passed away a month ago. Rest in peace you absolute legend. Adult Swim put out a bumper honoring his memory, but it feels really soulless.

Yeah, that's truly nothing special at all. I didn't really tune in to see what all they did for his death; I seemed to recall that they did do a Space Ghost marathon, which is better than a slap in the face. Guy should have an eternal flame in the form of a timeslot where they just show every single space ghost, brak show, and any other adult swim thing he appeared in for the rest of time. At least make it so his voice appears in every single adult swim block from here on out, even if it's just him clearing his throat.

What is "Jay's Big Play" and what does it mean to back it? Please don't be so cryptic.

Jay Johnston went to the capitol and did treason, MY LEAST FAVORITE THING and the only way I can cope with this is to make, well, not jokes, per se. Poorly-worded sentences, I guess.

The next episode of delocated is so hilarious i'm fully expecting you to pretentiously call it "one note" or "derivative" to impress your base of 28 year old schizos. You probably dont even know the howie mandel connection you bitch.

Howie do you know I'm going to do that?

[westeroswisdom]

HotD showrunner Ryan Condal had a lot to say about Season 3 and about that public disagreement with GRRM.

"There's been no television show in history that ever said, 'We have too much money and too much time to make this,'" Condal tells Entertainment Weekly in an exclusive interview. "You're always making decisions as you go along as to, how are we going to use the resources we have right now to tell the best story we can possibly tell? But I appreciate everybody's patience." Now, as House of the Dragon season 3 officially fires up filming a new batch of eight episodes in the U.K., Condal sits down with EW over Zoom to preview what’s to come — and he's giving the people what they want. [ ... ] "This is certainly our biggest season to date, both in terms of ambition and just the practical size, the amount of sets," he says. "We're cresting that narrative parabola here and starting to come down into, if not the endgame, the midpoint and getting into the late Act 2 and moving onto the start of Act 3. Anybody that's read that book knows that the narrative gets bigger and grimmer as it goes along, and the show has to match that ambition as best it possibly can."

Now to the GRRM stuff...

"It was disappointing," he admits. "I will simply say I've been a fan of A Song of Ice and Fire for almost 25 years now, and working on the show has been truly one of the great privileges of, not only my career as a writer, but my life as a fan of science-fiction and fantasy. George himself is a monument, a literary icon in addition to a personal hero of mine, and was heavily influential on me coming up as a writer." Condal acknowledges he's said most of this in previous interviews, including how Fire & Blood isn't a traditional narrative. "It's this incomplete history and it requires a lot of joining of the dots and a lot of invention as you go along the way," he continues. "I will simply say, I made every effort to include George in the adaptation process. I really did. Over years and years. And we really enjoyed a mutually fruitful, I thought, really strong collaboration for a long time. But at some point, as we got deeper down the road, he just became unwilling to acknowledge the practical issues at hand in a reasonable way. And I think as a showrunner, I have to keep my practical producer hat on and my creative writer, lover-of-the-material hat on at the same time. At the end of the day, I just have to keep marching not only the writing process forward, but also the practical parts of the process forward for the sake of the crew, the cast, and for HBO, because that's my job. So I can only hope that George and I can rediscover that harmony someday. But that's what I have to say about it." Martin's biggest gripe in his deleted blog entry revolved around the omission of Maelor Targaryen, the third child of Queen Helaena (Phia Saban). That character's absence impacted the context of the tragic Blood and Cheese sequence early in season 2 — Condal previously addressed why the writers approached that scene differently — and Martin feared for other potential ripple effects as it pertains to Helaena's future. Condal promises he has a plan in place. "There's nothing we do on the show without talking it through and thinking about it very deeply for usually many months, if not years," he says. "I will just say that the creative decisions that we make in the show all flow through me, every single one of them, and this is the show that I want to make and believe, as a fan of Fire & Blood and a deep reader of this material, it is the adaptation that we should be making to not only serve Fire & Blood, but also a massive television audience."

A reminder that a large number of characters from ASoIaF were left out of HBO's Game of Thrones. That includes Lady Stoneheart who some readers regard as pivotal. And ASoIaF was much more of a traditional narrative than Fire & Blood. F&B is a latter day history of the Targaryens written by Archmaester Gyldayn who was active around the time of Mad King Aerys II Targaryen. Gyldayn's history is based on incomplete, occasionally biased, and sometimes conflicting accounts of the civil war.

Ryan Condal has had to piece things together, fill in gaps, and render the Dance of the Dragons into a self-explanatory TV narrative. I sympathize with George R.R. Martin who created this world. Though I would gently bring up GRRM's increasing number of diversions which have caused him to not complete various projects. If George is concerned about specifics in House of the Dragon then he would be taking a more direct role in its production.

As to who is right about the inclusion or exclusion of Maelor Targaryen, we'll simply have to wait until the end of House of the Dragon to make that call.

[delicatebluebirdruins]

the empty grave reread

Saturday 2nd Nov 2024

I love this opening line and the dread is still there about the Anthony Lockwood gallery

7 the Skull hated being called tame and for good reason

3rd Nov 2024

9 Marissa's funeral proceeding treating her as a queen (they mention it on page 32 lying in state for the 3 days?)

27 "lockwood's presence game me courage"

43 the group commiting the three sins of ghost hunting

47 hello Revenent

50 birds of a feather

60 ghost client whoop (I hope I am always this excited about it)

81 "I think, that we found greater peace and pleasure in each other than in anyone. That was the good news. The bad news? I wasn't quite sure why" hmmm I wonder you were already close already emotionally. Lockwood can be a bit emotionally blind but him icing you out in THB did play a role in your leaving a small one but still. You also walked through the realm of the dead together your bond was fractured many, many times in THB for so many reasons and it was reforged throughout TCS and now of course.

86 and 103 is just me finding new things to add to my revision cards

111 the epitaph on the Lockwood's grave "knowledge sets us free" meaning so many things like the ghosts trapped in the living realm and limbo. the parents in general being killed to prevent knowledge being set free. them revealing the truth to the world about Fittes and Rotwell

114 Hey it's the second empty grave! and this one will stay empty for a long, long time

116 Lockwood telling Lucy about his parents dying will be something Cameron Chapman would shine in

121 "In my experience, graveyards can be used for lots of activities, not just ghost-hunting" what is your experience Skull? (thought when writing this up 10/11/24 calm down Mary Shelly)

130 the history of the ghost they're dealing with is great "Or possibly Luton"

134 Lockwood saying they aren't weak is so funny

138 I love this description for Flo "She liked liquorice, George and Lockwood in a somewhat unclear order"

141 bless Holly's existence "she remained impeccably polite"

142 "if you hung a uniform on a section of concrete pipe leaning against an outhouse wall the result would have possessed more intellectual zip"

157 Lucy mistakenly going after Sarah is so funny because she is the reason the Belle Dame is loose

169 Sweet sister Mary

173 bi Lucy? going with it

186 jealous Lucy protecting Lockwood

189 "It had tried to take Lockwood from me"

+ 190 "intelligience and recognition - and something more than that" i wonder what that is? Lockwood POV please and thank you

+ 199 "I hate trapezes" is there a deleted scene somewhere in Strouds notes of Lucy learning how to use a trapeze?

196 What were his thoughts with who did this? intitally I mean?

205 Poor Adam Bunchurch

209 Barnes I love you very much

214 Barnes warning them is so nice

220 we have a name for our ghost client Dr Neil Clarke

225 I want a jammie dodger now

230 I love the Skull

4th November

245 Possessive Skull "hey, fish-face find your own human"

250 Lockwood wanting to kill Sir Rupert Gale... I'd help. Also I hate how he kind of hinted at something happening to George "not off being naughty in some library again?"

253 God bless Jake the cabbie

266 Lucy is small and full of rage

269 I love Kipps "we might have to duff up a few pensioners" and Holly "there'll be some duffing up going on right now if you don't start filling us in"

282 "We could feel an abyss opening beneath ou feet"

284 I wonder what Dark London is?

296 Lavender acid? at least it smells nice

303 the idea that we may never get this scene Lockwood frozen in the midst of chaos is a crime I may never recover from

307 and there it is the truth of the Problem

317 this world has bazookas?

331 "They're here to be used. And I believe my sister would want use to use her room too. She'd want to help us escape"

335 Ezekiel is a prat

345 Lucy being miffed at Lockwood seemingly enjoying this chaos but the chaos is exposing the truth... Winkman we were so close to a moment here

353 Holly is gay

361 Good Old Esmeralda

363 What was the message George

364 Middle names are fun

372 vengeful chicken lmao but also poor Kipps

385 Oh Skull really? Lucy where would someone who works for Fittes take a Source?

389 Seriously who are you hat man?

391 Why are you doing so well Kipps?

398 Flo backstory! imagine how upset Lucy would be if she learned this in the run to Aickmeres? because Flo was part of a three person agency and she was the last one standing?

409 first sighting of Marissa and Ezekiel

415 the conversation with the Skull is great

420 Poor Kipps (Jack would kill this scene so would Ruby and the others when they go back to our world)

430 Lockwood sacrificing his coat :(

433 sticky fingers George and wolf like smile from Lockwood (in AU we could have these two meet as George is a pickpocket/thief and Lockwood sees him in the act)

437 "they were all stocky and muscular, their shaven heads like small boulders on which rudimentary faces had been drawn" this happens a few times with Lucy the way she see's large groups of "others". (And it will be something I pay attention to next time I reread as I know I am missing some) She describes them as all being from the same mould stripping them of their personhood as they are all caught up in the machine of Fittes (and Rotwell her description of the group selling hot chestnuts in the first book) in this case it works because this group is not a group made up of people it's a group like Winkman's thugs because all they know is following orders without question and I don't know where I'm going with this but something something dehumanisation I guess?

438 "That bloodthirsty young harpy" compliments!

457 Marissa being similar to Belle Dame

466 This is so spooky like the body of Penelope Fittes, her face but also the face of Marissa

474 killing the tension here Skull

Final Day 5th November 2024

480 that was a good summary Lucy

487 I love the Skull protecting them

489 Suck it Ezekiel

490 cat behaviour for sure

501 Lockwood and Lucy going downstairs arm in arm

519 healing Portland Row and themselves

525 what was the doodle

529 a glimmer of green from the Skull and of course the necklace

and there we have it the final book reread I love this book (the ranking would look like TEG/THB closely followed by TCS and then the first two way down in the rankings... I will die on the hill of them being combined was the best thing they could do in a adaptation)

[richmond-rex]

I was tagged by super talented @eve-to-adam! Thank you <3

How many works do you have on AO3? I've got 19 fics currently on ao3 (but I always think about deleting some of them so that number may go down).

What fandoms do you write for? Currently I only write historical RPF, but I've got two Still Star-Crossed stories on my profile as it stands. It was very fun to write them but the show wasn't renewed and eventually my passion ran out.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? Draw Your SwordsBlooming (modern AU) We Sang of Roses (modern AU) A Royal BedJoy on Earth

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Though not always successful (I'm kind of a forgetful person, sorry!) I try to respond to comments because I like to acknowledge the person's effort in commenting. It's very easy to simply read and leave a like/kudos, but leaving a comment sometimes after you're still processing a story or when you're naturally very shy takes a bit more from you. So I like to acknowledge that.

What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Probably To love God is to love a sinner, but some stories have ambiguous endings such as The Relentless Weight and more recently, The Hour of the Wolf.

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Probably my no-plot-only-fluff fic, White Christmas

Do you get hate on fics? Not frequently, thankfully, though that's probably because the readership I get is so small. I did once get a comment saying my story was too cheesy, and another one once berating me for describing Elizabeth of York as 'blonde' (a herald who witnessed her coronation described her hair as 'light yellow'; so please don’t tell me I’m wrong ♥)

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? I do (though not frequently), which is considered controversial because I write about real (albeit historical) people. Sex is part of the human experience and it can tell us a lot about the characters and the relationships, so I try to feel less guilty about it. I also like to take smut as an exercising in writing: to test how far I can get in evoking a sensation without getting into more explicit territory is always a challenge.

Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? In terms of different fandoms? I don't remember ever doing that. I have mixed different eras, though.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I'm aware of!

Have you ever had a fic translated? Again, not that I'm aware of.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? Not a fic per se, but once I did share an AU with @harritudur and another friend. It was very fun :D

What’s your all-time favourite ship? I do love to explore the relationship between Henry VII and Elizabeth because it was so unlikely to have happened in the first place, let alone succeed. I find it very touching! I do have other ships, though.

What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? It's not a WIP that I have posted anywhere but I did start writing a oneshot that I wanted to dedicate to a friend about the relationship between Edward IV and George of Clarence! It did feature a few unexpected people too.

What are your writing strengths? Probably dialogue and themes. It's difficult to say, I pick my writing apart so much when I'm in the process of writing it, once I publish it's very hard for me to go back and confront myself. It all kind of turns into nebulous territory.

What are your writing weaknesses? Many, many things but scene transitions are probably at the top of the list! That's why my story chapters usually all take place in a single scene.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? As a bilingual person I find it important to portray this completely unique experience of mixing two languages as they come (if the character in question is multilingual). It's not a popular view, though I do think people should get more comfortable with not understanding word-by-word everything that ever comes across the page. The strangeness of being confronted with a language that you do not know is a part of a different kind of experience and it can only enrich your reading. Of course, all should be within reasonable limits: information that is essential to the overall story should be in the language the story is set in.

First fandom you wrote for? I think it was Star Wars but I can't remember if I actually published it anywhere. I was very very young lol

Favourite fic you’ve ever written? Blooming has a very dear place in my heart, it was the first fic I actually felt like accomplishing myself in terms of achieving the characterisation I wanted for my characters and creating a narrative that made sense for their development.

I think most people have been tagged already, but I'm tagging @harritudur, @heartofstanding and anyone else who feels like joining in the fun! x

[starwarsrcanon]

So uh... why?

Good question.

I really like Star Wars. My dad showed me the trilogies when I was 9 or 10, though for some reason he didn't buy Episode III so I used to insist on it every time we went to Blockbuster, and we happened to have the DVD when they went out of business. I still have it. It wasn't until Episode VII came out that I went back and watched The Clone Wars and Rebels and got properly obsessed, which means that I never really developed an interest in the expanded universe or Legends canon, and given that there's a crying mountain that heals a wounded ewok with its tears, I'm quite pleased about dodging that bullet.

Unfortunately for me, I can't leave well enough alone, and while everyone knows Star Wars is full of holes - the series is marred by dropped plot threads, continuity errors, Episode IX, wonky dialogue, dodgy CGI, weird writing decisions, and Episode IX again - I have the free time, skills (sort of), and bloody-minded inclination to try and fix it. It won't be good, because a lot of Star Wars isn't good, but it will be more consistent.

So uh... how?

Most of this pointless endeavour is a re-editing project. At the time of writing, I've already completed edits of the prequel movies that try (try!) to remove or skirt around their worst flaws. Highlights include removing C3PO from Episodes I and II, restoring deleted scenes (including Padmé's subplot from Episode III), filling in plot holes, and dubbing Jar Jar Binks into Slovenian. It's barely justifiable, but it does make him a lot less annoying. Test audiences describe these edits as 'better, I guess?' and 'a waste of time', and 'why did you show me this?', which I consider to be a rousing success.

Other parts of the series require slightly more work than recutting the movie. Solo, for instance, is a largely unsalvageable waste of film (unless you like it, which is fine!!) that I can't do anything with. Episode IX, likewise. I'll be replacing them wholesale with New Content - I don't quite have the capital to compete with Disney, but I do have a full complement of fingers and more of an imagination than I deserve, so Solo and Episode IX (and let's be reasonable, probably some other stuff) will be getting rewrites.

I still don't understand why

There is absolutely no good reason for any of this. But then, there was no good reason for George Lucas to re-release Episode IV one hundred million times so Greedo could say maclunkey. If that megalomaniacal clown is allowed to mess with everyone's favourite space opera, I don't see why this megalomaniacal clown shouldn't get the chance as well.

[jedimasterbailey]

It's Revenge of the Ask time 😘 the crackhead one, you know which one I mean 🤣 I humbly request 6, 10, 11, 12, 17, 22

Oh boy… 🤣 I know you pick some hard ones on purpose since I tortured you with a bunch so let’s see how I do!

6. What is your favorite Star Wars meme?

Like Hayden Christensen I enjoy the Anakin and Padme memes where Anakin says the most unhinged or ridiculous thing and Padme is just praying what he’s saying is a joke and we all know Anakin never jokes.

10. If you could pull a George Lucas and sneak into Disney+ and edit any Star Wars scene, what changes would you make?

I would input Barriss Offee everywhere until Feloni and the gang have no choice but to address her story. Just kidding (slightly), I would input all the deleted Jedi scenes (like the Mirialans tandem fighting) during the Battle of Geonosis in Episode so we can see all the awesome background Jedi fighting instead of exclusively Obi-Wan, Anakin, and Padme mostly.

11. Who would you want as a Jedi Master? (Why)

As much as I love Luminara, Mace, etc, we don’t really get to see them in the teaching role very much so it’s hard to gauge so I would have to go with Obi-Wan on this one. Obi-Wan undergoes through so much pain and trauma in his life yet he always stays in the light and bounces back and as someone whose also had a pretty traumatic life I would benefit immensely from a Jedi Master who could completely get me and guide me on the right path. Not to mention he’s incredibly kind, noble, smart, patient, and witty which are traits I greatly admire in someone.

12. What lightsaber form would you master?

Form 3 Soresu which is the lightsaber my most favorite characters in Star Wars use and I’d be living that Jedi truth of only drawing my lightsaber in defense and not attack so that would be my preferred fighting stance.

17. Pick one Star Wars line to describe your life, what would it be?

“It takes strength to embrace the Dark Side. Only the weak embrace it.”

-Obi-Wan Kenobi

Again I’ve had a very traumatic and depressing life pre-marriage that I still struggle with to this day and possibly for the rest of my life and there have been many times where just being a bad person or unaliving myself were very tempting options for me, but time and time again I chose to resist it as hard as it has been. So Obi-WAN’s quote to Maul here resonates deeply with me. It does take strength to confront your pain and challenges head on and stay in the light because it is so much easier to not be.

22. Ask your own slightly unhinged question here! The question I was given; which two characters would fight each other to the death only to end up in the most intense lovemaking?

Cal Kestis and Trilla Sunduri for sure and if you’ve played the game or seen the Fallen Order cut scenes then you would definitely know why this doesn’t need further explaining.

Original Ask Questions

[drawing-way-outside-the-lines]

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Chapter 50 - Derailed. Episode 3.

‼️‼️ Attention‼️‼️ I have deleted a large chunk of chapter, cause as much as I love challenging myself as a writer, even I couldn't stomach reading through the part that's now deleted. In short, it was a very graphic sex scene, I felt was way over the line. It involved sex between Andy and his uncle, dad, and a couple other people, which wasn't per say the problem, though I don't condone such things in reality, however, I just, I dunno, it's usually challenging to write these things, but for whatever reason I simply couldn't stomach it right now, so it's gone. However, I felt the need to mention that this orgy has happened, cause it might be mentioned at some point further on, or something similar might happen again. So yeah, now it's out there, and it's still as much as I cringe, canon that this has happened, I just don't see any reason for the details to be out there. And yes it was consenting and such. Let's leave it at that and continue. Thank you. -------Daniel's point of view-------

Daniel: So there you are! I sat down on the bar stool next to Robert and nodded at the bartender 2 Vodkas, please!

Robert: He grunted and sipped his glass of whatever it was he was having

Daniel: So why did you leave so fast? You can't say you didn't want a piece, I saw your hard-on as you made your escape

Robert: He frowned and grabbed the Vodka as the bartender served us Can we not talk about that here?

Daniel: I spun around on the chair There's hardly anyone here Robbie… come on, give a boy a little something so I didn't leave the ass-buffet for nothing… I'm pretty sure I could even have fucked Lenny tonight I grinned at him cheeky

Robert: The bar is crowded Daniel. Could you lower your voice? He grunted dissatisfied and sipped his glass. I probably shouldn't let him drink more, as he had clearly already had more than enough. Buuut I needed to plant my dick somewhere else, and the room was mostly filled with people past 60… not the sexy kind like George. And judging by the half boner Rob still had going under the table, he was ready for cooking, if I just played my cards right.

Daniel: So why did you leave? I sipped my Vodka slowly, observing him with a soft casual smile

Robert: I couldn't stay.

Daniel: Why? It could have been fun.

Robert: Yes, that's what I'm afraid of.

Daniel: I looked at him questioning

Robert: Now listen, if I had done anything, with Andy… which I was about to… I'm afraid I would have ruined things with Evan for good. There's a lot he can forgive me for. But this is not one of those things.

Daniel: How can you be so sure?

Robert: I know my son.

Daniel: Okay, you win this round Robert. I sipped my Vodka again, and smiled at him friendly So you went straight here.. to this dirty hell house? Where did you even find this joint? I looked around the bar, dusty shelves, smoke stained walls, the air was so thick you could almost cut it with a knife. The floors looked and felt like they hadn't been cleaned for years, and the bowl with peanuts standing in front of us looked like it had been standing there the past decade.

Robert: It was the first place with booze I happened to pass by.

Daniel: So you walked all the way down here? Must have taken you an hour or so?

Robert: Just about yeah… A bit longer… I stopped a couple of times to jerk off in the dark. It sounded so casually when he said it… either this motherfucker was a real dirty dog just waiting to be unleashed, or he was more drunk than I first assumed, and just very good at hiding it. Sure his speech was slurry in it, but beside that he looked fine to me.

Daniel: So you left a trail of cum for me to follow?

Robert: I guess? Too bad there's too much snow for you to see any of it he chuckled softly and sipped his Vodka

Daniel: I guess that's the closest I will get to an actual invitation? Well, I found you anyway Robbie-Boy… so what do you say we head home and hit the sack?

Robert: Yeah, I could really need to rest my eyes right about now.

Daniel: Bummer! There went my chance!

Robert: I'll just go find the bathroom and take a wizz… if I'm not back in two minutes…

Daniel: Yeah yeah I sipped my Vodka, and grunted dissatisfied as I watched him head towards the toilets. Hmm… there goes that ass-fucking! What a pity! It does really look like Robbie still has a nice firm ass even if he is slightly older than Andy's parents… And slightly on the overweight side. Without being chubby… not that I don't like chubby… I fucking fab madly at the thought of chubby… but chubby past 55 rarely stays firm in the skin… not that I'm picky, but I do have standards… sometimes. I looked at my glass and swallowed the last mouthful. Hmm… when did he leave? Definitely way past two minutes ago. Right? I got up, made my way to the toilet, which surprisingly enough wasn't half as filthy as the rest of the bar. I took a look around. No sign of him by the piss stalls… so he must be inside one of the toilet stalls, I guess? One of them was closed, the other one open. Robbieee? You in here Rob? As there were no answer, I decided to investigate, heading quickly towards the open stall. After all it was easy enough to just jump up on the toilet and look over the stall wall, they were pretty low anyway, so it wouldn't be a problem to look over and check if he had fallen asleep. WOAH WOAH WOAH MAN!!! As I entered the stall, a dick was pressed through a glory hole in the wall… surprise surprise Robbie. I did not expect that from you! Roooob… is that you wanting to say hello? I grabbed his dick and gave it a quick wank. Yep, that moan was definitely Rob! Are you sure about this? I started rubbing his dick more firmly Rooooob?

Robert: Daniel? Are you in here?

Daniel: Wait… hold on! I let go of the dick quickly. If Robert was out there… who was in there??!! I quickly ran out of the stall, and pushed the door open of the other stall, not believing my eyes! Danny?!

Robert: Oh there you are!

Daniel: What the hell man?! What the fuck are you doing here?!

Robert: Listen I called a cab… oh…

Daniel: I observed Danny as he quickly zipped his pants and fumbled to tighten his belt Are you fucking gay?!

Danny: No, it… it's not what it looks like!

Daniel: It's exactly what it looks like you lying piece of shit!! So why are you even here you fucking stalker?!? You just drag Sparkle around, filling her with stories of how wonderful you are, perfect gentleman and shit! What the fuck do you even want from her when you're clearly into glory holes and other dudes sucking your dick?!

Danny: No no! You got it all wrong, please let me explain!

Daniel: Shit! Fucking explain this! I hit him straight in his face, watching him fall down on the dirty toilet as he went out cold And stay away from my girl!!!

Robert: He grabbed my arm strongly before I could get to throw in a second punch Daniel! We gotta get out of here! DANIEL!!

Daniel: Fuck!!! I bend forwards, pressing two fingers against his neck

Robert: Did you?!?!

Daniel: Nah… he's not THAT lucky!

Robert: What?!?!

Daniel: I grabbed his shoulders tight Robert! He has a pulse! Let's go!

Robert: But… are you sure? You're so strong!

Daniel: I chuckled hoarse Thank you for noticing Rob… now, let's get going before the police arrives… Rob?… Rooob? Robert fucking Thompson! If you don't pull it together right now I'm gonna kiss you!

Robert: Wha-bwu?

Daniel: Fine! I pressed my lips tight against his, grabbing his back head, pushing him closer, but only for a second or two, then I pulled away, observing his surprised face Good… glad you're with me again, now let's get going, I can hear the sirens!

Robert: His eyes widened as he suddenly got it all Oh shit!

Daniel: Now we're on same page! I chuckled hoarse, grabbed his hand and dragged him after me as we ran out the bar, catching swear words from the bartender as we burst through the front door and out on the snow-filled night street. I slipped, but Robert quickly supported me before I fell, quickly dragging me into the cab. About 10 minutes later we walked through the front door of my house, laughing loudly at the fact that we had gotten away with it, we had run from the police, and gotten away with it. We made it upstairs, half running, half crawling as we were laughing so hard it was almost impossible to stay on our feet. You want anything to drink? I pointed at the bar as I made my way to the fridge

Robert: No, I-I'm good…

Daniel: I frowned a bit as I noticed him acting weird Relax… that piece of shit is not gonna rad on us. He wont dare! Sparks will fucking rip his gay ass balls off by the root, if he throws the police on my neck. He doesn't have the guts to pull anything like that. So chill will you? I opened a beer, sipping about a quarter of it, then placed it on the kitchen counter. I started laughing softly once again at the thought of what we had just accomplished, and as I started laughing harder, I leaned my upper body over the counter, laughing so much my whole body was vibrating, and I felt it hard to breathe. And then I felt something else hard, pushing against my ass. I made a move to get up, but then he spoke up

Robert: Stay down, and tell me what to do… how do I do this?

Daniel: I bit my lip and moaned softly Pull my pants down, Rob…

Robert: As he did as I said, I looked backwards surprised, just to become even more surprised when I saw his dick already out of his pants and rock hard What more?

Daniel: I moaned softly, and faced the kitchen counter again Lick your palm, make sure it gets really wet, then rub it all over your dick.

Robert: He moaned softly, which told me he did as I said

Daniel: Now, fuck me…

❌Short sex scene START - readers must be 18+❌ ❌ (To skip sex scene, scroll till next marking) ❌ ‼️This one is quite graphic and on the more kinky/fetish type side, if that needs a warning‼️

Robert: I felt him press against my hole gently

Daniel: Harder Robbie! This aint a pussy. If you want to get inside this year you gotta work for it.

Robert: I felt him push harder, and few seconds later he glided inside

Daniel: Good boy. Now, grab my hips and get it all out. All those years you were left to starve. Get it all out! I can can handle it.

Robert: He hesitated few seconds, and I was just about to lose my patience but then something came up in him, and he started fucking me like a mad man! Slapping my ass, pounding me violently, moaning and grunting like it was his first time ever, and he couldn't believe he had discovered sex!

Daniel: Yes! That's what I'm talking about! get it all out!

Robert: He fucked me like that a couple of minutes, then he suddenly pulled out and looked a bit hesitating

Daniel: I stood up slowly, pulling my dick a few times Rob… what's up? You're not chickening out now, are you?

Robert: No he shook his head gently

Daniel: So what is it then?

Robert: He frowned deep

Daniel: I grabbed my beer and handed it to him drink!

Robert: He pressed the beer against his lips and drank about half

Daniel: Good… now, tell me?

Robert: No, I think it's better if I

Daniel: Look, I'm about as dirty as it gets… and since you just fucked me in all the right ways, and weren't too shy to do that, I assume this must be about something you want to ask? Am I correct?

Robert: He nodded softly

Daniel: Good. No matter what it is, I will never judge you. You can ask anything freely, and I will not judge or tell it to anyone. Unless you want me to.

Robert: He sighed deeply I'm not really the shy type, so it's not that I'm worried someone would hear… it's just… a little bit hard to get the words out.

Daniel: Well, whatever it is, take your time… I'll just touch myself while I wait I moaned soft as I returned to pulling my dick, noticing his hungry eyes travel all over my body

Robert: That… urine thing you… talked with… you know…

Daniel: First off, it's called a golden shower

Robert: What is?

Daniel: When you piss on someone else sexually.

Robert: Do you have to drink it?

Daniel: Nope, not at all Rob-Rob. You can taste it and spit it out. Also, it never needs to go anywhere near your face. Andy just likes being dominated and sometimes used as a doormat… to a certain degree, there's always fine lines with these sort of things. You can just be pissed anywhere on your body, or even inside you, if that's what you would like.

Robert: Have you ever tried that?

Daniel: Rob, I have tried pretty much everything you can possibly come up with, at least once.

Robert: So if I could come up with something you hadn't done… you would do it?

Daniel: Sure… give me your best.

Robert: He thought a couple of seconds

Daniel: Anything Rob… whatever comes to your mind first…

Robert: Have you ever tried…. standing upside down, with your head down the toilet, and a banana in your ass, while someone blows you?

Daniel: I chuckled hoarse How the fuck did you come up with that?

Robert: Have you?

Daniel: Nope, can't say I have. But the real question here is, would you blow me?

Rob: Pokerface

Daniel: Alright… follow me to the bathroom! I quickly opened the fridge No bananas… hmm would carrot do?

Rob: Pokerface

Daniel: Mkay you perv! I grabbed the biggest carrot I could find in the bag, and chuckled hoarse as I marched to the bathroom with Robert right behind me. A minute later, I was standing upside down, with my head down the toilet, nose above water so I could breathe, carrot half in my asshole, Robert blowing me real nice while holding my legs. This was one of the strangest things I had ever tried. But I kinda liked the feeling. Don't tell me you're surprised.

Rob: About two minutes later he let go of me, and as I got my head out of the toilet, quickly drying most of the water off, he was already on all 4 on the floor, sticking his ass almost up my face

Dan: What now? What do you want now?

Rob: Call me a perv again while you piss me in my hole!

Dan: Was this fucking serious??

Rob: And then he started moaning as I noticed he was fucking wanking himself off. I guess he was fucking serious! Good thing our water sports had actually filled my bladder!

Dan: I grinned wide as I got on my knees, reaching for a small drawer about a meter away from me, grabbing a bottle of lube. I rubbed a lot on my dick, and a lot on his hole You sure you fucking perv?

Rob: Yes. He nodded firmly

Dan: Alright. I slipped two fingers inside him, gently opening him, and as he was open enough to slide my head in, I did. I took a deep breath and released, my urine slowly floating

Rob: He moaned deep as he felt himself getting filled with the warm liquid

Dan: You like it you perv?

Rob: Oh yes… very much!

Dan: Ahh almost done. When I pull out, you have to close your muscle and keep it in. Is that understood?

Rob: Is that the normal process?

Dan: No Rob, that's our process.

Rob: He nodded firmly

Dan: I squeezed a bit, making sure to get every last drop out, then pulled out quickly Tighten up now!

Rob: He did as I said, and I quickly planted a hand on his upper back, pushing him down on the cold bathroom floor, so his ass remained raised. He moaned deeply as he felt my fluids move around inside him

Dan: Alright, stay like that. I don't want a messy floor, so I'll just dry the few drops I spilled, and we take this to the shower. Lay still you perv.

Rob: He moaned deep as I called him perv, and staid down as had instructed him.

Dan: I turned on the tab in the shower and whistled softly Why don't you come up here? Keep it tight Rob or you will mess up the floors. Good luck explaining that one to Evan next time he drops by for cleaning.

Rob: He moaned softly and got up, but already on second step towards me, his muscles let go, and my urine was splattering down on the floor, running down his legs

Daniel: I shook my head and chuckled hoarse Well you sure mastered how to fuck up an entire bathroom floor in less than 3 seconds! Look at what you did, you filthy pig!

Rob: I watched him moan deep, and then, right before my eyes, he came. Hands free and all. Not even touching himself. Man that boy was starved to death! No wonder his wife was so angry with that lack of sex! I should do them both the favor and fuck them both! Hm.. interesting idea! But for tonight, I would have to start with Robert.

Dan: So where do you want it you pig?

Rob: He looked at me confused

Dan: Where do you want me to fuck you?

Rob: His face changed from confused to dirty pig in less than a second

Dan: Ahh… good choice! I grinned wide, walked towards him, grabbed him and lifted him to Evan's bed where we fucked each other for an hour straight.

------Congo's point of view--------

Congo: I moaned softly as I opened my eyes

Evan: Heyyy… there you are, finally. He smiled at me warmly. He was sitting in the bed next to me, and quickly reached towards the table, grabbing something from a big plastic bucket. Before I could get to ask any questions, he pressed it against my forehead, and I felt ice melt on my skin, running down my temples

Congo: I chuckled hoarse It was my back head I hit silly

Evan: Yes… at first he smiled almost apologizing I thought you would be out for a minute tops, so I kinda just kept going on till I came. And actually you came too. He blushed lightly, it was easy to see even if the light was dimmed So… there was cum everywhere, and when I couldn't get any contact to you, I tried dragging you to bed. But you're kinda heavy… and.. you sorta slipped. So you bumped your head pretty hard against the coffee table. He looked at me apologizing and wrinkled his forehead I'm sorry. Are you in pain?

Congo: I chuckled warmly You managed to drag me all the way over here?

Evan: Well, it wasn't a success, really.

Congo: I smiled softly I would say it was a pretty success as you managed to get me to bed.

Evan: Oh no… I didn't… uh… I was kinda worried when you didn't wake up… and when bumping your head on the table didn't help either, I called for Akin. Turned out he was in the garden all along. Also turned out him and Gaby put some herb in our dinner, which made us all act like rabbits…. rabbits with rabies… he chuckled softly and shook his head So Akin assumed it might end up in need for a doctor at some point, so he decided to hang around. He helped me get you up here, and did a quick check up on you. Turns out you're pregnant too!

Congo: My eyes got huge and my heart started pounding

Evan: He shook his head and chuckled softly No… but you did sorta also sprain your left wrist… so no work for a week.

Congo: So you ruined not only my head, but also my wrist?

Evan: Yeah… appears so?

Congo: So… no work for a week?

Evan: He nodded softly I'm very sorry… you're not in any pain, are you?

Congo: Hmm… as a matter of fact I am…

Evan: I can get more ice cubes! I had this whole bucket full, but most of them melted by now… you were down almost 2 hours.

Congo: It's okay sweetheart… just grab one of the half melted ones… it will do fine.

Evan: He quickly stuck his hand back in the bucket dragging a small ice cube out Where does it hurt the most?

Congo: Right here I tabbed my left breast and smiled cheeky

Evan: Ohhh he chuckled softly naughty you he stuck the ice cube between his front teeth and bend down, circling it around my nipple slowly.

Congo: I could feel the ice cube melt on my skin, making it wet. The drops run down my side slowly, making me sigh from the cold tickling feeling God you're perfect!

Evan: He chuckled softly and swallowed the last tiny piece of ice cube as he sat up straight I'm not perfect… I knocked you out, twice… and sprained your hand along the way…. I'm far from perfect in fact…

Congo: I smiled lovingly When something, or someone is perfect, it's not because it's flawless, but because you wouldn't want to change it in any way.

Evan: He blushed gently and disappeared under the blanket, soon I could feel his tongue on my growing boner.