#hi this is bones in the future: below tags I do mean but I was Not Sober while writing them so they may have severe spelling errors

[stealingyourbones]

Out of all of the people The Ghost King Phantom expected to relate to, it definitely wasn’t the scrawny red headed photographer of the Daily Planet. Jimmy Olsen has gotten so many temporary superpowers over his time being Superman’s friend. Hell, he once gained a 4th dimensional being’s reality warping abilities when he was given said dimensional being’s powers during a fight. Sure there’s a dozen or so heroes with the same amount of powers he has, but none as suddenly granted to them as a all powerful god that can relate to a teenager.

[mythicmanuscripts]

Hi Sea!! Listen, you're actually amazing. I think I spam liked almost every one of your posts 😭. I love your writing and the way your brain works. You're an author who I can constantly rely on to need my needs. I love subby men 😭. Very bbg coded. I'm actually in love with you. I recently had been HOOKED on your vampire au. I am so obsessed with Aegon x vampire reader. I also would love to see more of Jace x Vamp reader in the future, but I would like to request some Aegon rn. I read a recent post where you said how Aegon would get upset and possessive once he found out the reader fed on someone else. Can you please write smth about that? Where the reader needed to feed and didn't bother Aegon. I would like to see Aegons' reaction. Once again, love you. ❤️

Aw thank you anon!!! I'm so glad to hear you're enjoying my writing that means so much!

Since I know AUs arent everyone's cup of tea I'll put my answer below the cut, and also because there's definitely some implied sexual activity. If you don't want to see more of this then block the 'hotd supernatural!au' tag.

So for those of you that missed the first ask, this is in reference to an idea someone had with the supernatural!au where the reader is a vampire and while everyone else is scared of them, Aegon is just head over heels in love. Yes you're extremely dangerous, he knows this and he only loves you even more. When he first meets you, you end up having a one night stand with him. You had planned on finding someone to feed on that night but you didnt, because he was far too sweet to ask that of him. The next morning you try to leave because you're in dire need of a feed and Aegon refuses to let you go because he had the best time and he just holds out his wrist for you to drink from.

Your relationship with Aegon flourishes from there. At first you just sneak into the castle and fuck him, because you can't deny how irresistible wrecking him is. He always waits up for you, and the moment you walk through the door he jumps your bones, always desperate and needy no matter how much you fuck him.

Pretty soon he's asking you to spend more and more time there, and it becomes second nature for him to just gently tilt his head to the side or hold out his wrist for you. He finds that he loves the feeling, the slight pain when you bite down, the feeling when you suck lightly, and then the way you always lick over the bite marks for them to heal better. It actually relaxes him so much? He loves it. His favourite position is sitting across your lap, letting you drink your fill and then snuggling up against you, drifting in and out of sleep and requesting kisses.

You enjoy feeding from him as well of course, and you always make sure to thank him and make sure he knows that. However, you still operate under the assumption that he's doing you a favour. He obviously enjoys sleeping with you and spending time with you, so you think that him allowing you to drink from him is his way of thanking you for the things he likes doing with you. You never consider that letting you feed from him was something he actually wanted, enjoyed even.

You first discover this after you a very busy week where you werent able to visit Aegon once. There were only two nights that you were free and both times when you went to the keep you could see there was no light in Aegon's window meaning he was either somewhere else or already asleep. the next few days you don't have the time to stop by.

By that point you didnt enjoy feeding from others. If given the choice you would always choose Aegon, but clearly he was busy so you went and found some others. You drank your fill and then the next night you went to the keep and saw the light in Aegon's room.

Needless to say, he's overjoyed to see you. He jumps right into your arms, not even letting you finish greeting him before he's kissing you and pulling you into the bed. You expect him to immediately want sex, but instead he's kissing you gently and giggling and telling you about his week. You pull him closer and listen, taking his hand and tangling your fingers together.

Aegon starts telling you about something Alicent wants of him and as he talks, he raise his hand, wrist up towards you. You smile at him and press a kiss to his palm before gently pushing it away, explaining to him that you fed the night before so he doesn't need to do that.

You expect him to relax then, but no, he actually gets upset? He frowns and sits upright in bed, tilting his head to the side and asking why you'd do that. You ask what he means and he repeats himself, saying that he doesn't understand why you would have fed from someone else.

You explain to him that you hadnt fed in a few days and you needed to. You tell him that you did come to check if he was available but you could see he wasnt so you went to find someone else. This only makes him cuddle closer and apologise for not being there, telling you that you could have stayed in his room until he returned. He even offers you a key so you can get in easier.

You try to tell him that he doesn't need to do that because you can always find someone else, but this only makes him sit up from you again and seem upset. You have coax it out of him, but he eventually explains that he really likes when you feed from him and he doesn't like the idea of you doing that with anyone else.

You chuckle and bring him closer, asking him if he wants to be the only one you feed from and he nods. You try to explain why that wouldnt work, why he shouldn't be offering you that much because it could weaken him, he just tells you that he doesn't need to be strong because he has a vampire to protect him.

Which... you can't really argue with that.

[sourw0lfs]

dance with the devil - part eighteen

Words: 518 | Rating: E | CW: mentions of blood, panic attacks | AO3

one || seventeen

Between cleaning up Steve’s crime scenes again and then chasing Steve through town, Eddie feels exhausted in a bone-deep way he hasn’t experienced in years. He just wants to lay down and sleep for the next three days, but while he can feel exhaustion, sleeping it off is apparently a perk his new form doesn’t get. Instead he finds himself achy and wide awake while he keeps an eye on Steve as he sleeps.

He files the discovery away to complain to Joyce about if he gets back to her sometime in the near future.

At least the night feels pretty calm, so Eddie lets himself rest by laying out on the floor next to the couch, within earshot of both Steve and the little redhead currently snoring away on the freshly cleaned couch next to him. While Steve had seemed torn about letting her stay, with the only other option being for her to go home, he’d given in pretty quickly. At least until they could regroup in the morning. Robin had also insisted on staying, but after Steve pulled her aside for a conversation Eddie did his best to not eavesdrop on, she’d finally headed back home.

Sighing heavily, Eddie forces his eyes to close before shoving every ounce of concentration he’s got on communicating with Joyce. It feels silly. It feels stupid. It feels like it’s not going to work, because while he’s got some super handy magic now, telepathy across planes of existence probably isn’t one of them.

To Eddie’s surprise, after just a few moments of pushing his thoughts into the void, his whole world starts to tilt, leaving him stumbling over nothing. Where he finds himself looks nothing like where he’d found Joyce before, empty darkness stretching out as far as he can see, but she’s standing in front of him all the same, so Eddie takes what he can get.

Ignoring that Joyce looks just as unimpressed with him as she did earlier, Eddie grins, looking around like he’s in awe of the place. “Why didn’t you tell me I could do this instead of taking my entire body with me?” he asks.

“Because then you’d abuse it,” she replies with an eyebrow raising in Eddie’s direction.

And, wow, she’s not wrong, but Eddie’s insulted all the same. Maybe if he’d gotten any sort of information about his abilities before being thrown into the deep end he’d feel differently. That’s probably part of the point, but he’s choosing to ignore that thought. There are bigger fish to fry or whatever the phrase is.

“So sorry that I’m a little out of my depth here,” Eddie complains. “Between not knowing what the fuck I’m doing and having to clean up two different murders now, I’d kind of love some answers, you know?”

For all that Joyce seems all-knowing, the news that Eddie’s dealt with two separate murders makes her eyes go wide. She takes a moment to collect herself before responding, and Eddie finds himself wanting to fidget under her stare. “What do you mean you’re cleaning up murders?” she demands finally.

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[blissfulalchemist]

WIP Wednesday

Been a hot second but I have not been too much in the throws of writing and have been focusing on gposes. So have some little pieces/ideas of gposes for the next month and at least 2 little writing bits I don't think I've posted before. Sending tags out to @belorage @florbelles @unholymilf @statichvm @adelaidedrubman @strafethesesinners @unholymilf @jackiesarch @shellibisshe @shallow-gravy @confidentandgood @leviiackrman @thedeadthree and anyone else that wants to!

To start though! a little game of Spot the Difference!

Then prepping things for crossover day for Febhyurary coming up! Guess who’s making appearances!

And speaking of have two little previews of Demos! and then have some writing below!

Have some Carly that was part of one of the ffxiv write prompts:

The sounds of metal cutting through flesh breaks her free of the latest victim and to the face of another, a woman, who shares the same colored hair and eyes. Watching and smiling as the blades sang their way through muscles and bones, the blood coloring the walls, and her mouth begging for her own flesh and blood to stop. Revels in the weight lifting as the number of breaths dwindles and anticipation building as freedom ticks ever closer. The laugh she can’t hold back as the chakram rests against her mother’s throat and Carly utters a single question. “Are you happy with me now mommy?” The gurgled final breath isn’t her mother’s but she’s yet to leave this memory behind. Inhales the metallic tang of blood and sand, the clang as she drops the circular blades, eyes opening to a room of varying shades of red and a clock that tells her she’s been at this for well over an hour. A calm as she collects some few remnants of her childhood that will lose their meaning after a few years, and makes her way out into a silent night. By sunrise she’ll have put enough distance to make it to the ocean where she will then fall into the water, hoping the salt will scrub clean her act of justice. Bounce between the choice of swallowing more of it or kicking her way back to the surface, question where to go now that she can be anyone and anything, remember that she didn’t even think to get something to sell, calm in the thought that hunger won’t be too much of an issue seeing as she was never granted enough food to begin with, and curiosity grow as a red glow catches her eye among the rocks. The same glow that brings her back to the present and she looks down upon a man that felt the need to state his opinion on how a young woman could come into such a position to make war plans with her heart considering she was a half breed Garlean that was no more a citizen than those that were living here before the occupation. A tragedy young Fordola wanted no part in delivering punishment, She muses as the dark glowing red crystal brightens as the man’s soul gets tucked away within, Oh well. Her loss is my gain in the end.  Carly looks up beyond the mess to an even younger woman, no more than sixteen, that stands with slightly darker hair, green eyes, and a body on the borderline of malnourished that’s clad in a off white tabard with chain metal arms, skirt that was short enough to allow freedom of movement, and scratched worn brown boots that were initially bought for a dance performance. “You don’t approve?”  The young woman glances down at the two bodies, “They were a threat. Not against us but a threat nonetheless.” “I do not question you. You are meant to protect afterall.”  Carly crosses her arms, “Then why are you here?” “You can feel it can’t you? Feel that there’s something coming.”

Then have a little Shadowbringer's Demos so spoilers there!

“Oh my beloved sapling, you mortals spend so much time looking towards the future, always preoccupied with what lies ahead, it should be of little wonder why we pixies muddle your vision with fog and glamour.” Demos looks up, wiping away at the last of the tears, “But it's so easy to see through such trickery. You were always able to see through such things, that's why I picked you.” “What do you mean?” “The way to see through our trickery is to stand very very still, think not of where you need to go, but where you are right now in this very moment, this time, and this place.” The pixie’s smile grows, “Looking at the present, living within the moment, seeing the world around you for what it is, that’s your strength Demos. It has saved you and your friends many times, it has brought them comfort, it has brought on new perspectives because you were never so preoccupied with what was to come. A steady heart and mind that looks towards the ground is one of the best ways to find the way forward when one is lost.” When he doesn’t respond and turns away once more, Feo Ul places their hand on his, “You feel lost and confused about your place in all of this, do what you do best and look at the people around you, listen to them, and you will find your clearest clue. You may even find your answer.” “The answer to what?” “To my earlier question of course; What do you think needs to be done? What would my precious little sapling Demos choose to do in this situation?” He takes a deep breath, “Must be the end of the world if I’m taking the advice of the Faerie King.” He chuckles when Feo Ul gives him a cross look, “Thank you. Truly. I mean it.” “Anything for my beloved snaeyak.” The two smile at one another a moment before the pixie’s eyes light up, “Would you want me to look at the girl? See how she fares and if I could offer any insight to the little snag in your thoughts?” “That…would be very helpful actually.” “Then consider it done.” Feo Ul waves, flying in a loop before vanishing without a trace. He lets out a heavy breath waiting for the pain to subside long enough to stand. It's slow going as he makes his way down the tower, unwilling to aggravate the light further lest his companion suffer. And it's not like he wants to encounter anyone else just yet, he doesn’t need another lecture when he already knows what he should do. “Demos.” Ryne’s voice is soft and timid with a matching expression when he turns to find her waiting at the bottom of the stairs, which he somehow missed.  “Hey kid, everything okay?” “I-I came to make sure you were okay.” She looks away from him, hands wringing, “I heard you fighting with Y’shtola earlier.” “Right. Look Ryne-.” “Is it true what you said? You’ve been taking on some of the it for Siberite?” “Something like that. It’s….complicated.”

[blacksite-saboteur]

GENERAL INFORMATION

(( THE SHOP IS: OPEN (but very delayed due to mod's mental health reasons) ))

Oh, hey. I'll make this quick.

My name is Sebastian, and I am just a local, selling his wares, in exchange for any research you probably stumbled upon already before getting here.

If you, for some reason, decide you want to stay for a bit and chat, then I won't stop you. I'll even try my best to answer whatever questions you might have, so long as you aren't too personal about it. As a bonus, if you buy something, I might be okay with you sticking around...maybe.

WARNING / RULES

(( This blog contains swearing, and may possibly contain mild descriptions of violence, death, or blood/gore in the future. ))

Alright, I'm gonna lay down some ground rules while I've still got your attention. Don't want things getting out of hand.

: If you decide to be weird, I'm just going to ignore you. This means don't try to get raunchy or sexual with me, got it? You can feel free to embarrass yourself all you'd like, but I'm not gonna justify your behavior with a response. Or, if I do for some reason respond, it's going to be to laugh at you.

: If you're planning on coming back, give yourself some sort of identification so I know who you are. It's just easier for me that way, I'm not good with remembering only faces. If you don't, then don't expect me to remember who you are.

: I don't work for free, understood? No payment, no service. If you try to steal from me, I'll feed you to Eyefestation.

OOC DESCRIPTION BELOW

Any and all types of interaction (OOC, Canon, Expendable or Entity OCs, AUs, Fandom Crossovers, ETC.), including other Sebastian askblogs, is perfectly fine. Go wild. I'll try to respond to any and all asks with as detailed of replies as I can, especially roleplay asks!

If you want to interact using an AU, please send me a DM or something explaining the AU to me so I understand. I'm not magic, after all.

Headcanons may be included as this goes on, but as of right now, I don't have any specific headcanons in place yet.

This post might get updated if things change.

You can call me either Mod, Bones, or a combination of the two. I'm perfectly alright with any pronouns except for she/her, so feel free to get creative with it. I am also a minor (16), so please keep that in mind when sending asks.

This is just a roleplay ask blog that I made for fun because I saw other people doing it recently and I love making/participating in ask blogs a lot. Unless otherwise stated, all posts will be in character, with any mod additions being written either in the tags, or in the post in double brackets.

As much as I'd like to, I don't have the motivation nor time to make a drawing for every ask, so expect to see only text posts here. (Though there's a small chance that if I really like the ask, I might make a doodle for it. Maybe.)

That's about it. Hope you enjoy talking here!

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[aorticdivine]

Hi! I'm Fitz and this is my... Weird blog? While it will mostly be dedicated to the flesh, it'll also have whatever else I want on it!

This is not a Magnus Archives thing. I do not listen to that podcast. Though that doesn't mean you can't enjoy yourself here. :) Tell that TMA Flesh that I respect it.

I follow back from aorticart.

This blog will not be tagging warnings. It'll be categorized so I can find things easier though! (Ex. Meat, cannibalism, etc) I also have specific tags for the Court of the Flesh! (Beasts, the Followers, Angels, etc).

Oh! I also use He/They/It and I'm 26. Thanks for reading!

Court of the Flesh/Tagging System Info Below:

The Court of the Flesh is the little world this blog is centered around. Do not be fooled by this wording! It is very real and not a work of fiction.

The Court consists of the following:

The Flesh: The ruler of the court. Powerful, endless, a creation of a powerful, almighty God. It festers, it consumes, but it loves.

The Followers: Usually consisting of monsters and those who do not fit the Beasts category. Anyone can be a follower of the Flesh!

Beasts: Monsters that are guided by the Flesh.

Angels: Animals known for their meats, though mostly consisting of cattle.

The Butcher: A special spot for my OC Cassius. Feel free to ask about him.

The Accepted: For the deceased. As of right now, it will only contain artwork with themes of death, as tagging real life deceased people makes me uncomfortable. (It is insensitive in the eyes of the Flesh.)

The Priest: Myself! I preach about the Flesh. I have a sona you can find here.

The Prophets: Those closely relating to the Flesh itself.

And then there is:

Bones, Hearts, Guts, Meat, Etc: Offerings for the Flesh. Components of the Flesh. They are all tagged separately.

This is just basic info. This will hopefully be updated in the future. :)

[castielafflicted]

hi besties I removed the two poems from the WIP tag game despite them also being in 4thewords. to compensate for that I will share with you the names my unfinished poems because I think that is so much fun <3 also below that list is all my finished poetry with links to the posted ones.

this is going to be LONG so it's all under the cut. they are ordered the way they are because that's how my notes app does it

anything capitalized means the name is relatively set in stone! lower case means that either it's a tentative name, OR just a description

also to make this even more fun I am putting the name of any previous poems anything below is related to. finished poems are [like this] and unfinished are {like this}

Again ["the man. the dog. me." and "The Aftermath"]

Battery Acid Soul [Your Robotic Not-God]

Body/Bread/Blood/Wine

House of Love

I Am.

I lie.*

Mother Mary

Possession Twofold*

Seasons

Skin, Blood, Lust

These Pills

Three Day Grave ["The Words of His son"]

angel of mine destiel sad*

blood

cas stuff*

child

fear/lust

grief

hope

i am the rock that kills me ["Cain. Abel. Rock."] {"I am."}

loved {"House of Love"}

missing

new year

past, present, future

perseus religion ["The Words of His son"] {"Three Day Grave"}

poetry {"tear apart"}

shepherd*

smells (donuts?)

spn brainrot isn't that just funny

tear apart ["the dog. the man. me."] {"thing in my soul"}*

the prayer, the lion, the wind*

thing in my soul**

tyranny {"Skin, Blood, Lust" and "fear/lust"}

unfaithful comparisons

will {"hope"}

wings ["Zephyr, Rebirth" and "The Wings of Me"]

also I'm vibing so this is a list of all my finished poetry from this year, including shit I will not share <3 and yes I'm doing the same thing as above. lower case names are just stylized like that for the vibes.

A Month of Tuesdays ["Unfinished Finality"]

Angel Sheds Flesh ["Zephyr, Rebirth"]

Bone in Bone

Cain. Abel. Rock.

Castiel, afflicted. Castiel afflicted.

Crab Time

Death/Life

Despair. ["The Truth.]

Lazarus Arise**

Like Father, Like Daughter

Memories, Brother*

Memories, Grandma*

Memories, Pierced Ear*

Pollution**

Stars Above

Sunrise

Tear of a Pen*

The Aftermath ["the dog. the man. me."]

The Truth. ["Despair."]

The Wings of Me ["Zephyr, Rebirth"]

The Words of His son

Unfinished Finality**

What I Hold

Your Robotic Not-God

Zephyr, Rebirth

god of the world

the dog. the man. me

worm

unnamed Destiel sun/moon poem

and you've made it to the bottom of this stupidly long post! as your reward you can ask me about anything besides the ones with an asterisk. anything with Two asterisks will be in a fic and so you also can't ask about those <3

[underfell-brittle-bright]

Introduction And Warnings

Dead Dove Do Not Eat: It has what it says on the tin/ things are occasionally morally dubious without karma, instant karma, or obvious karma.

Specific Warnings:

Vendetta. Yes, he is his own warning, and anything with him in it will be tagged with tw vendetta, since he single-handedly is the reason for a great deal of these warnings. Moving on. War violence, nationalism, swearing, alcoholism, underage drinking, guns and other weapons, instruments of torture, racism, sexism, homophobia, themes of rape.

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This is a world meant to be explored through dialogue. You will know as much as you explore, and redundant questions will be accepted, especially questions on a character's opinion. Tastes and attitudes shift.

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In this world, Monsters are cursed with cowardice in the midst of The Human/Monster World War. Many are willing to fight for glory, but abandon those in need of protection if the means to help places them at risk of embarrassment.

Today, Monsterkind is divided between The Mountain and The Surface. Most Monsters live below the ground, relatively safe from artillery shells and bombs. They live each day only for themselves in 1940s American style cities within The Mountain. On the Surface, however, Monsters live in steel-clad military bases and see the expanse of Earth through turret lenses and crosshairs, never caring to enjoy the sights, even when it'll be the last thing they see.

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You are allowed to ask any character, as long as you know their name. You are allowed to give gifts and physically interact with characters-- but the characters have the right to ignore, reject, and accept interactions at their own in-character discretion.

For asks with a combination of characters from different Worlds (example: Underfell Bright Sans and Underswap Beam Grillby), ask @undertalebrittle. It is the home of the Brittle Void.

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Revealed Roster:

Frisk (Tack)

A short human boy with a shorter temper-- doesn't accept others talking down to him or his friends and family. Doesn't shy away from fights often. Has troubles with learning in school and wants to take over his family's cobbler business one day, just like his dad did. "MY PAWPAW DIED FOR THIS COUNTRY! I DON'T CARE IF HE'S "INVINCIBLE"! If he wants to hurt me or mine, then I'll break every dumb bone in his B O D Y."

Sans (Roller)

A sensitive mural painter and part-time construction worker. A bit shy, but friendly. Often watches over Vendetta, trying to control whatever damage he does. Collects pressed flowers and is a tortured artist. Unsure of himself. Responsible for keeping Vendetta in line and burying his brother's missteps. "Oh no, that's not good--"

Papyrus (Vendetta)

A violent military man who despises Humanity for being inferior to Monsters. He holds strength above all, and enjoys tearing people apart. Respects rank and follows orders-- in his own way. Collects trophies from those who cross him and enjoys flaunting them. Nigh-invulnerable, he enjoys making others uncomfortable by eating glass and bathing in lava. Living with his brother on the direct order of King Asgore. Blatantly racist and sexist. Collects severed ears. "LEND ME YOUR EARS, HUMAN! I HAVE VERY IMPORTANT THINGS I'M GOING TO DO WITH THEM!"

Muffet (Vintage)

A nomadic merchant who serves as her group's appraiser. She considers herself to be necessary, and occasionally pushes her chores off on those who let her. Her group travels the Surface and makes frequent deals with both Humans and Monsters. Plays the fiddle when she feels like it, and not before. A free spirit who hoards gems and precious metals for "future use". "Oh no, what a tragedy... Anyway."

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Undertale Brittle by @kyne-grotto

Underfell Brittle/Bright by @kyne-grotto

(or Grotto-kay on DeviantArt, where most of the context already is.)

[pixie-skull]

Ten Characters * Ten Fandoms * Ten Tags

Before I list the most impactful fandoms in my list, a huge shoutout and thank you too @confettipetticoats for tagging me. =D Please go watch her (Non)-Disney crossovers on Youtube as she both so talented and such an awesome pal of mine. :D So I am ranking from 10 to 0 as why not my list, so why not include zero. >:D I tried to choose fandoms I can say I am still a part of, yet not just like, but either been a fan for a long time or the given product means a lot to me.

10. Universal Studios Monsters: Now this a confusing entry as I am not someone who seen all the monster movies, but the impact and the handful of films I have seen from original to remakes, I am a huge fan of. I mean if it was not for my special interest in Mythology as is, this fandom adds to it. Does not hurt most of the bigger or well known monsters have roots in Victorian gothic literature. Favorite monster is hard, as all of them are fun their own way, but I guess my inner psychologist would choose Wolfman/Werewolf.

9. The Simpsons: Yes I agree it dragging on but still one of few shows that my full family and I bonded over, next to select shows that some family members all liked (Bones was very close to being on this list, but I never finished it). It along with other animated shows plus movies made me really want to consider voice acting for a future job. As well, I am not sure why Lisa not featured in the gif below. XD Favorite character though is Apu, plus in the video games, The Simpsons: Hit& Run and The Simpsons: Road Rage.

8. The Addams Family: I only watch the 90's movies and plan watch the original show and animated movies too, but from what I can tell of this fandom, very creepy, spooky, and kooky . XD Sorry too obvious to reference. Favorite characters are tied for the love birds (or bats would that be more in character) Morticia and Gomez. I try to avoid looking up to other people's relationships as everyone is so different, but I can deny these two are what I hope for in a relationship. If not that at least, I adore the just what the two stand for in a couple that is rarely depicted, friends and lovers, who do not settle and hate each other. Sorry but so many relationships especially parents seem to hate each other but stay nice for wanting a family. At a young age this trope I hated.

7. Avatar: The Last Airbender: Such a great show, from world building, character arches, animation, voice acting, and much more. I rarely find myself wishing if I could voice act in something, but this a show that and overall franchise I would be so happy to be a part of. Plus Aang such a well done character and often I do not relate to a character's personality as much I had with him. If from his trying to best to see in others but grows to be selective of who to open up to, being seen as both so young but an old Soul, awkward but willing to laugh at himself, and wants to hear a different point of view or at least learn more of life are few of other traits I can relate to in him. That being said I also can relate to Iroh for similar but in his own way, traits prior. He the supportive, fun, but heartfelt uncle I hope I can be. Yes I am tied between Aang and Iroh. XD

6. Owl House: Yes, a newer product on my list, but can anyone blame me? XD I am still so sad it was short as was, but hopefully come back. It had so much to offer, my newest comfort character is Eda and I am so picky of my comfort characters*, but dang this show you can tell had so much thought and carefully planned, and more. Eda the character I like most from the show too. Yes my biggest ship if Eda x Raine :P .

5. Hellboy: I need to read more these comics, as the movies ugh such a great twist of fantasy, a hero who really wants to do the right thing, but you do not blame him for feeling outcasted by those he protects, and more. Bonus introduced me to my current favorite director, Guillermo del Toro. As well one of my favorite hero quotes of all time. However favorite character goes, Red/H-e-l-lboy.

4. X-Men: I know the movies' timeline is all over the place, the X-Men Evolution Wolverine seems so hated (even though a guilty pleasure of mine), the first two are the best in the full series along a few standouts, but dang it this movie series was and still holds so much meaning to me. I mean the not so subtle message of being yourself and use what makes you different as a power felt even more powerful as when younger I was diagnosed with ASD in elementary school and only found by high school from being told, but prior I felt like a mutant, like I felt so pity (yes I had former friends who only became pals because pity), teased for things like special interests, and more, but these movies made me felt there was at least somewhat others like me. Lastly, for a kid, I respect the beliefs of the leader of the "good" and "bad" were so complex, as simple narratives on morality felt so demeaning as a kid. I mean as I get older (@little-bloodied-angel and I talked about this recently) I really consider Magneto one of the best 'villains' I have watched and read (I need read more comics in general). Bonus this franchise seems so awesome the earlier films had so many people who are in the LGBTQ Community: Anna Paquin (bi woman), Ian McKellen (gay man), Elliot Page (trans man), Alan Cumming (bi man). To be fair the Mutants being a metaphor for those wanting more civil rights or equal rights is well known. Favorite character goes, of late again Magento again just the appeal he more complex and even though violence if can be avoided please do that.

3. 90's Sailor Moon: I am aware such a case of nostalgia goggles on tightly, as I have heard the recent new version more closer to the manga. However the 90's one felt so more fleshed out and bonus the titular character herself one of FEW characters I have ever related to as a kid that was not just comedic relief or a side character. XD Yes I related the awkwardness of Thief from The Thief and the Cobbler, Flower from Bambi (if anything as a trans guy it feels so telling I wanted to liked a guy character who just happens to be comfortable being mistaken as a girl XD). Bonus one of my friends who sees me as found family, we bonded over adoring the 90's version. Favorite character the "protector of love and justice" herself.

2. Disney, mostly the villains fandom: I do adore the heroes/heroines, yet the campy nature of the former hand-drawn villains so great. As well, yes I am not sorry I have a shirt with this design below. >:D In regards which one is my favorite, Maleficent.

1. The Last Unicorn: The animated feature and the book (to be fair I have the graphic novel) both hold such introduction to Mythology for me and the writing (Peter S. Begeal I hope read more of his work) so similar to J.R.R.Tolkien in ways, that it also helped me love the fantasy genre too. Plus the sequel Two Hearts is not required reading but it does add more too. Favorite character is maybe a surprise Schmendrick. I just appreciate his confidence and overall character arch most of the main cast.

0. The Lord of the Rings: Besides the 2001-2003 live action movies, the extended cut too, the books, and the animated movies, this franchise I can not explain enough the impact it has had on me since as far I can remember. As well yes, The Hobbit book, films (including animated movie too) are worth their thanks too. Now in regards of The Rings of Power show on Amazon, I am unsure to watch, yet that is if The Hobbit is a C at best, I worry what that show is at best. Favorite character is so hard to say, but if I had to really choose Pippin (fun fact met the actor Billy Boyd at a comicon once) as he most audience surrogate I had related to growing up.

*= My other comfort characters: Eda and King

Thief:

Psyduck

Cubone

Flower:

I am curious of what: @little-bloodied-angel @impossiblepeggy @airasora @geebs96 @0chaotic-queer0 @thenamelessdoll @jujubee-edits @theevilsquirrelqueen @animagix101and @wardisahi would say are themes in my choices. Plus, your ten fandoms and ten characters you peeps like. Also was unsure mythology counted as a fandom, as if it does that definitely my biggest favorite fandom.

[fanfic-rex]

One of my favourite angst series, but be mindful of the tags it’s got some major triggers :)

https://archiveofourown.org/series/2327492

“the bridges you burn” by okayantigone

a series of loosely connected fics where deku joins the hero public safety commission instead of pursuing heroics, and eventually becomes its next president.

all installments can be read on their own.

Book 1. -little fires all the time

Izuku knows he can't be a hero. even all might said so. and therefore -“is there… a job i can do, where i don’t have to disclose my quirkless status?” he asks. “well,” the guidance counsellor says, “i mean, government employees don’t normally disclose their quirk status. it could pose a security risk. so if you wanted to go into civil service…” and so, izuku starts an internship at the hero public safety commission.

Book 2. -gold (all up in my teeth)

“i was just congratulating lemillion here on breaking the top twenty at such a young age,” izuku says smoothly. “he really takes after you, doesn’t he, all might?”“young mirio is remarkable in his own right,” all might says proudly. there’s an undercurrent in his voice. beware, he seems to say.“no,” says izuku, because he is so tired of being nice, “he really isn’t." --the hero public safety commission is deeply interested in sinking their claws into all might's successor and their future new symbol of peace. they send their sharpest intern to do the job.

Book 3. -high hopes (for a living)

the announcement that izuku has been promoted to the role of hero public safety commission president is due to go live very soon. izuku reflects on what that would mean for him, and for his life.--“am i powerful now?” he asks, almost despite himself. he blurts it out with the same quiet desperation that all those years ago he'd asked -can someone quirkless become a hero?

Book 4. -(keep my) baby teet

after everything, the commission intern had come to the hospital to see her, flowers in one hand, soft toy in the other, chocolates and a nervous smile. eri liked him, and he liked her too, and shouta hadn’t seen any reason to discourage the friendship, until he’d overheard a conversation that let him chilled to the bone.

“there’s a programme where i work, you know! with lots of nice people who can help you control your quirk without hurting anyone, and they can teach you how to be a hero, like BOOM! and you can save people the way sir nighteye and lemillion saved you!”

he’d kicked midoriya out of eri’s room and had the boy removed from the visitor’s list.

Book 5. -(i can still make) explosions

it's been more or less ten years since katsuki and izuku were in the same room, but when auntie inko invites him to a celebration for some big-shot promotion deku got, how is katsuki supposed to say no, without revealing the extent to which his relationship with the shitty nerd has fallen apart? -- “help me set the table,” izuku says quietly. “then make up an emergency. then leave. your mother was right – it is some very good news i’m celebrating tonight, and i’d like to actually celebrate. i’m sure you have people you’d rather be with.”

Book 6. -all lit up (and i start to smile)

now, comfortable in his position at the top of the hero public safety commission, and with everything to lose if the information of his quirk status ever reaches the public, izuku exorcises some demons the old fashioned way - with fire and good friends by his side.

Book 7. -kick (the gift horse in the teeth)

“you are going to break them,” says ochaco quietly. below them, the training hall echoes with the rhythmic sound of twenty perfect commission recruits executing twenty perfect kicks at the same time. they remain focused on their stern faced instructors at the front. “only the ones that do not bend,” izuku says smoothly, and lifts a shoulder in a graceful shrug, pale elegant arms splaying at his side, as if to say what can you do? “like i did?” //ochaco reflects on where she and izuku stand with each other after his ascnesion to the hero commission presidency.

Book 8. -awake

when the first firework flashes across the night sky in a vibrant shower of silver stars, and the blow of the explosion rocks through his chest with all the force of a thousand panic attacks, he is already curled up under his desk, hands over his ears, eyes shut, with the afterimages of fire burned into his lids.//a new year's party at the hero public safety commission

[enemiesofarda]

THE  LAMB  BETWIXT  THE  JAWS.    a  private  &&  mutuals  only  exploration  of  a  select  trinity  of  muses  from  TOLKIEN'S  LEGENDARIUM.  i  invite  you  upon  a  tentative  journey  with  me  on  what  it  means  to  be  the  enemy—  and  remain  a  person  still.  follow  the  tales  of  the  noble  shóga,  the  gentle  glûg  &&  ruinous  zioron.  —  carefully  curated  and  lovingly crafted  by  JESTER!  (25+)

 this  blog  will  contain  triggering  and  sensitive  material.  all  content  will  be  tagged  accordingly  &&  certain  themes  will  be  discussed  before  appearing  in  writing.

AN  EXPLORATION  OF  …  the  lioness,  maternal  sacrifice,  the  faithful  son,  a  gentle  betrayal,  perseverance  against  all  odds,  humanity  in  the  abhorred,  intricacies  of  orcish  culture,  betrayal  of  one's  very  nature,  the  death  of  a  star,  cosmic  &&  eldritch  horror,  the  horrendous  -  abhorred  -  divine, 

this  blog  is  a  sideblog  to  putrid-tongue,  as  such  i  follow  from  that  account  and  asks  will  be  forwarded  from  there.  no  carrd  has  been  set  up  yet,  but  you  can  find  my  rules  HERE  until  i  have  set  up  a  dedicated  carrd.  if  i  have  followed  you  back,  feel  free  to  hit  me  up  and  chat  about  plots,  ideas  and  our  characters.  this  blog  is  still  a  wip,  and  so  are  my  ocs.  but  i  am  looking  forward  to  see  them  grow,  by  my  own  hand  and  by  yours! 

 BELOW  THE  CUT  you  will  find  more  info  on  the  muses  featured  here.  i  offer  a  roster  of  three  muses,  two  of  which  are  ocs  and  one  canon  muse.

shóga  —  an  uruk  nadaka,  a  battle  maiden,  hailing  from  the  great  steppes  of  the  kargagis  ahar  in  khand.  many  of  the  uruk  tribes  there  are  a  nomadic  people,  and  cleverly  navigate  the  great  plains  by  night,  guided  by  the  stars.  during  the  unforgiving  hours  of  the  sun,  they  dwell  in  clever  and  sprawling  tent  structures  that  allow  them  to  move  about  and  do  light  work—  as  to  make  the  most  out  of  daylight  hours.  men  and  women  are  of  equal  standing,  as  feats  of  strength  and  cunning  alone  determine  who  may  lead  their  own  horde.  shóga  herself  has  children,  and  counts  as  an  accomplished  warrior  amongst  her  people.  in  a  wish  to  provide  her  children  with  a  better  future,  she  takes  upon  herself  the  long  journey,  seeking  out  danger  and  novelties  as  to  prove  herself.  all  so  that  she  can  lead  her  own  horde,  where  she  will  determine  rules  &&  routes.  her  people  value  honesty  above  everything  and  firmly  believe  that  lying  is  for  the  weak.  the  history  of  their  people  as  well  as  notable  accomplishments  are  all  commemorated  in  dance.

zioronôzôz  /  zioron  —  zioron  was  once  a  maiar  of  manwe,  but  became  confused  during  melkor's  period  of  great  dissonance  during  the  ainulindalë.  following  manwe's  host  down  upon  the  newly  formed  world,  they  would  wander  aimlessly  &&  feel  greatly  pained  at  the  realization  that  they  fit  nowhere.  thus  he  would  request  to  serve  under  various  valar,  in  hopes  of  igniting  his  slumbering  core  and  determine  their  voice  amongst  the  song  that  they  had  lost.  in  aule's  halls  he  drank  of  the  flames  and  the  gems,  the  bones  of  the  earth  and  it's  great  foundations.  &&  with  nessa  they  danced  and  fanned  the  fire—  though  amongst  tulkas'  host  he  learned  that  song  could  be  a  fist  also.  yet  nothing  would  fill  the  hollow  a  lost  task  and  soul's  purpose  has  left  &&  their  thoughts  turned to  melancholy  first  and  ire  later.  for  the  dark  seed  of  melkor  had  taken  hold  in  their  very  being,  and  in their  despair  grew  roots  and  fresh  buds.  if  he  could  not  take  part  in  creation,  he  would  at  least  imprint  himself  upon  the  earth  denied.  thus  he  followed  melkor  into  the  void  when  the  world  was  yet  young,  and  there  the  flames  in  him  turned  cold  and  hungry.  from  those  earliest  days  on  he  serves  melkor  as  a  balgorath,  and  is  second  only  to  gothmog. 

glûg  —  an  uruk  amongst  adar's  host  of  faithful  children.  unmoored  and  without  a  home,  as  they  all  are,  this  son  follows  The  First  as  a  loving  son  and  gentle  soul.  blessed  with  gifts  of  insight,  empathy  and  introspection,  glûg  strives  to  offer  his  council  to  adar,  and  to  confide  in  him  sorrows  he  does  not  understand.  he  is  weary  of  heart,  though  steady  and  fierce  in  his  decisions.  an  exploration  of  a  young  father,  a  loving  partner,  an  anxious  son  and  a  torn  soul.   

[be-compromised]

Promptathon 2022 Masterlist

Promptathon 2022 is now over! Thank you to everyone who prompted, created, beta read, commented, cheered, and took part. We hope you enjoyed - and watch this space for Secret Santa sign ups coming later this week… A masterlist is now available below. As a note, none of these fics were flagged as featuring spoilers for the MCU from the Hawkeye tv show onwards. Please feel free to post/share your fills elsewhere. The main links for the masterlist go to the original dreamwidth promptathon post for archiving, but where available we include links to AO3, tumblr, or other preferred places of posting. If we’re missing this information - or anything else - please comment on the dw post so we can update the list. As a reminder, AO3 has a Be_Compromised Promptathon Collection and you can tag works as be_compromised promptathon and community: be_compromised. If you still have prompt fills that you’re working on or feel inspired by prompts now or in the future from any of our community events please do keep creating. Now that promptathon is over they won’t be included as part of the event or masterlist, but they will always be appreciated :) And on to the main event…

Promptathon 2022 Masterlist

A Good Day | tumblr by @quietlyimplode (G, no warnings) Prompt: A good day Allegedly | AO3 by @inkvoices (PG13; no warnings apply) Prompt: Alleged threesome led to 60 person brawl on carnival cruise, passenger says Dark Nights by @quietlyimplode (PG; no warnings included) Prompt: Show me the places where the others gave you scars willow, Taylor Swift FILL by @quietlyimplode (no rating or warnings included) Prompt: i know you hate me but my ex just showed up to this party so we’re now dating, please say yes?? Hotter than Hotcakes | AO3 by @cassiesinsanity (M; pre-OT3) Prompt: Clint visits Nat one morning and meets her one night stand coming out of her bedroom and is actually unable to speak for the next ten minutes. (Reasons for this left up to the author but personal headcanon: Bucky's just too hot, hot damn) just because I’m losing, doesn’t mean I’m lost | tumblr by @quietlyimplode (PG, no warnings included) Prompt: no one can ever save you if no one can ever find you - lost girls // tilly and the wall Mission: Vacation |AO3 by @cassiesinsanity (PG; no warnings apply) Prompt: SHIELD has a list of decommissioned safe houses and safe hotels on air b and b that they use as a side renevue and provide employment for retired agents. Clint and Natasha either: A- accidentally stay in one i.e. Trip organised by Kate is to a air b and b house that was one of their most important missions. B - book into a hotel as secret couple get away before their public only to find it filled with other SHIELD agents Rainbows and Unicorns | AO3 by @inkvoices (PG13; no warnings) Prompt: Tired of unrequitedly pining for each other, Clint and Natasha each ask the same person to set them up on a blind date. Which they do... with each other. Thin Ice by @alphaflyer (T; fictional murder and mayhem, also Fluff) Prompt: murder by ice (either discussion or Clint/Nat has to use ice to take someone out) We Don't Talk About Barney | AO3 by @alphaflyer (T; no warnings apply) Prompt: “If you think I’m getting off this couch for anything other than a cat/dog, you’re sorely mistaken.” You Are Not a Weapon by @iriel3000 (PG; no warnings included) Prompt: Supernatural/ fantasy AU: Clint Barton uses feathers from his own wings for his arrows. Natasha Romanoff makes knives from her bones. But people are not weapons.

[breathings-of-the-heart]

Stuck on You (Levi x Childhood Friend! Reader) Part 2

A/N: Hey guys! It’s been kinda a while but here is part 2~ I have this habit of writing and rewriting my pieces since I’m never fully satisfied by them, but overdoing that is just as bad so I’m going to leave this as is ajflkajada  The amount of love my first part recieved was so genuinely heart warming and I cannot express my gratitude enough. I’m nervous to post this because of it, to be honest, because I hope it lives up to the expectations. Thank you to everyone who has shown me support, it means so much! If you guys want a part three, or maybe just a short epilogue, I will consider it so let me know! Also if you would like to be tagged in my future works, comment below or send me a message <3 I hope you all enjoy!

Warnings: Angst, Season 1 and No Regrets ova spoilers

Word Count: 4k

If you haven’t already, read part one here

As a former member of the Scouts yourself, you knew the ins and outs of the military’s regulations. Because of this, you also knew your request was a strange one, seeing as soldiers weren’t typically allowed visitors, but you hoped your letter appealed to the more personal side of Commander Erwin. Apparently it somehow moved the man, seeing as you had been brought by carriage to the legion's base the following night.  

The clopping of horse hooves eventually stopped, and you were currently being escorted into the building by another familiar face, her hand already outstretched to help you out of the vehicle as soon as the door swung open.  

“I understand your reservations about this, but you’re brave for coming here. I think he’ll be relieved to see you, (Y/N),” Hange spoke, her fingers hovering over the small of your back as she guided you down one of the many hallways, lantern swinging in her free hand. “I think he could benefit from seeing a familiar face.”

Your eyes were downcast, staring at the floor as rooms upon rooms passed by along your path. You couldn’t speak if you tried, words seemingly stuck in your throat and unable to keep up with your racing thoughts.

Deep breaths, (Y/N).

For better or for worse, there was no need to reply, as Hange came to a halt not a second later. She squeezed your shoulder gently before bringing her knuckles to the wooden door, knocking once, twice.

Your hands were clammy, heart thundering in your ears as you tried to steady your breathing.

“Levi, someone is here to see you,” Hange’s voice rang out firmly.

There was a distinct sound of a chair being pushed back, and footsteps growing nearer. Time slowed down, and you began to second guess every decision up to now. Would Levi even want you to be here? Will he be angry? You felt like bolting away and forgetting about the whole idea, suddenly afraid of his reaction. Afraid that your presence would only make everything worse.

Your eyes were widening as you realized the possibility of leaving was too late to explore, Levi already turning the handle from the other side. So instead, you swallowed your pride, stood up straighter, and pushed away the growing sensation of nausea in your gut.

“Who could possibly be important enough to interrupt my--”


The second his eyes met yours, Levi halted in all movements. Your gaze was fixed on him as well, every bit of longing settling back in your bones the second it did.

He looked nearly the same as the last time you saw him, clean and kempt as ever, hair styled the way it always was-- the same way he’d keep it when he used to chastise you for running your fingers through it.

And those stoic, gray irises that drew you in your were fierce, yet somehow emptier. At the sight of you, his flooding emotions became too much to properly register, unlocking every moment you’d ever spent with him as they replayed all at once.

“(Y/N)?” He couldn’t hide his disbelief, eyes widening ever so slightly. 


“Hello, Levi.” 


~~~~~~~~~

Never did Levi think he would grow to care for another group of people the same way he had for you, Farlan, and Isabel. But sitting around Petra, Gunther, Eld, and Oruo, he found their excited chatter over the dinner table endearing more than anything. The ever stoic look on his face didn’t change, and he would never openly admit it, but it felt reminiscent to be surrounded by trusted company like this. All of Squad Levi had full faith in one another; it was necessary for the battle field. This created an unspoken bond between all of them that the unreachable Ackerman did not picture building with others again.

Fate worked in funny ways, he supposed.

Sounds of clinking silverware and chatter filled the mess hall, sun setting outside of its many windows and painting the expanse in an orange light. The males eyes drifted towards the entrance of the room expectantly, where a clock rested above the doorway. He took a sip of his tea whilst squinting at it, attempting to get a better read before feeling a slight jab in his side.

“Looking for someone, sir?” Petra inquired, with a hint of deeper emotion in her tone that went right over the male’s head.

He glared at her in annoyance, having almost spilled his drink as the thought of you returned to the forefront of his mind.

It was strange, seeing how capable you had become after spending those months by yourself in the Underground. They made you a bit more calloused than when Levi last saw you, carrying over to your skills as a Scout. You never used to be skilled at riding ODM gear, not even when Levi tried to teach you in your youth. Seeing you slash Titans without blinking an eye was like watching someone completely different.

But you had to learn, since you had no one to protect you.

Your open displays affection had grown fewer and farther between as your time in the Survey Corps dragged on. At first, Levi thought nothing of it. Truthfully, the Captain had hardly noticed, with how busy the both of you were. He wrote it off as stress, or the workload catching up to you. Or, maybe, it was that nagging thought in the back of his conscience he dared not dwell on: he had turned you into this, after being away for so long and then failing to protect your friends.

But as your words replayed in his mind like a broken record, too late he realized this wasn’t the case.

“I see the way you look at her. I see it because you used to look at me that way.”

“Captain?” Petra repeated, leaning forward to study his distant countenance and successfully pulling the man out of his thoughts. “She’s probably just training.”

He rested his hand on top of her head, turning it away from him and sighing.

“Eat, Petra. I don’t need you to be whining about hunger during our patrol tomorrow morning,” he chastised, forcing his eyes away from the doorway.

After that talk, Levi had watched you go, telling himself that you’d return soon enough. Yet could not shake the feeling in his gut that there was something amiss. He pushed away the pit in his stomach. You were safe, you were healthy, and that was all that mattered. Humanity’s Strongest had other things to focus on, after all, and tuned back into his comrades’ conversation. The man blended back in easily, occasionally offering a few of his own comments as the meal dragged on.

Every so often his thoughts would shift back to your conversation earlier that day, and he realized that you were wrong. As close to Petra as he had gotten, there was a stark difference between you and her:

No matter how strong you’d get, and no matter what you thought of him, Levi would always shield you from as much of this world as he could.

But it was better this way. Better if you moved on from him and easier to do if you thought it was because he wanted Petra.

If only he knew your last words to him “I’ll be back for dinner,” had been a lie.

It had been strange for him when you didn’t return. Levi tried not to think about how Kenny had done the same, instead grasping for a reason. For once, he could not read your thought process. The male had no idea why you’d voluntarily leave, after everything. He knew better than to hold onto certainty, but you’d thrown him for a loop. You were always the one to communicate, the problem solver, the one who understood him without much direction. Didn’t you know that you were irreplaceable? He should have come clean: told you that he didn’t see Petra that way, and just didn’t have the heart to admit he didn’t feel good enough for you anymore.

Did he ever even get the chance to say “I love you?”

His regret multiplied tenfold as he began to understand that maybe if he had, you would’ve stayed.

~~~~~~~~

A strange sense of comfort washed over the man as you smiled softly, small hands clasped together in front of you. He blinked, wondering if you were simply a mirage caused by his sleep deprivation. But you remained where you were, after all this time, standing at his door. For once in the man’s life, his mind was drawing a blank.

“I’ll leave you guys to it, then,” Hange stated, excusing herself and soon disappearing out of sight. 


Her statement pulled the both of you back into the present, and you were suddenly self conscious of Levi’s stare. You tucked your hair behind your ears and gestured towards his office, unable to gage his reaction to your presence.

“Would it be alright if I came in?” you asked shyly, astonished he hadn’t slammed the door in your face the second Hange left. 


To your shock, Levi simply nodded, stepping aside to let you through. Your movements were unsure and hesitant, stark in comparison to his: calm and collected as ever.

Just like any space Levi occupied, the area was clean and tidy, a lantern sitting upon his desk the only source of light against the cloudy night sky. It smelled like tea leaves, sandalwood, and disinfectant, a signature scent that made you fill with nostalgia. As the click of the door echoed behind you, the reality of your situation set in, and you turned around to face the man you were here to see.

His gaze had never left you.

“You’re hurt,” was the first thing that left your mouth, concern evident as you studied the bandaging that peaked above his knee length shoes. 


“Long story,” Levi offered curtly, eyeing you up and down from a few feet away. “One I don’t particularly care to tell you.” 


“Of course, that’s fine,” you agreed softly, a weak smile pulling at your lips.

You did your best to mask the hurt, knowing you deserved to feel it. It hurt to be here, the fear that Levi hated you previously keeping you away. Now that you were facing the music, that fear seemed more realistic than ever. Your brain wracked to change the topic before your mind could continue overthinking; desiring instead to cut the unbearable, building tension that never used to exist between you two.

“How are you, Levi?” it was a stupid question, but you no longer knew how to talk to him.

“(Y/N).”


The way he said your name was sharp and challenging. You quickly cleared your throat and looked away.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked. Of course you’re--”


“--Why did you leave?” Levi effectively cut you off, orbs narrowing as you dared to come closer.

The question caught you off guard. You thought you’d made it obvious with your last conversation with him those years ago. Surely, he had some idea, although his pained expression said otherwise. His fingers twitched at his sides, a movement you didn’t miss as your eyes flickered back to his in surprise. He had been so composed just a moment ago, that the sudden shift gave you whiplash.

Now his fists were clenching, as he waited in the painful silence, knuckles turning white.

“Why did you leave?” The phrase echoed tauntingly in your ears, over and over again.  

You don’t know what came over you. All you knew was that you needed to rid him of the rare, defeated look etched into his countenance. To purge him of this feeling you caused. Whether reaching out would help or hurt, you didn’t know.

But you needed to be near him.  

Levi’s eyelids screwed shut as you brushed your thumb across his cheek. The action was so simple, so delicate, so unsure and so familiar all at once, and at the feeling, the Captain’s composure finally came undone.


He reached up and gripped your wrist, as if you’d fade away if he let go. In previous years, it was always you who craved skinship, yet it seemed as if a weight had been lifted off Levi’s shoulders to have you this close. Your touch still felt like the comforting warmth of a campfire; the type that would make anyone want to stay forever.

“I’m sorry. I thought you’d be better off without me,” you whispered. “I didn’t want to cause you any pain.”

He let out a breath.

“Then why are you here now?” his question was more defeated than hostile, which you hadn’t expected.

If someone asked a few hours ago, your answer would have been much clearer. But now, the logic that brought you here seemed overshadowed by doubt. After all this time, and after everything that had happened between you and Levi, any semblance of a relationship with him seemed unsalvageable. You told yourself this mantra over and over until it stuck. So why were you here?

Levi must’ve thought it audacious, for you to run away like a coward and still think you were relevant to him.

“I owe you so much. Whether I ended up being wrong or right, I’ve always acted with your best interest,” you sighed, thumb brushing over Levi’s dark circles. “Truthfully, I don’t know if I’m any use to you now. I might be the last person you want to seek comfort from, but on the off chance that I still matter to you, I’ll always come back,” you whispered earnestly.

Levi’s grip on your wrist tightened imperceptibly, and you longed to bury your face in the crook of his neck; to feel him wrap his arms around you in his embrace once more. It seemed as if Levi was staring into your soul, his shallow breaths mingling with yours at this close proximity as he opened his eyes to fully drink you in.

“I’m here to tell you that if you need me, I’ll stay.”


He looked to the side as if brushing aside your touch, hand falling away from the raven-haired man’s face as he did so. It felt like rejection, as if he was brushing all of you away with a simple turn of his head.

Silence.

“You’re a real idiot, (Y/N),” he spoke finally, voice nearly out of place against the stillness.

Moonlight suddenly peaked through the window, showering you in a bath of silver light. Levi recognized this look. You were wearing your heart on your sleeve, offering everything you had to give; eyes wide and honest, shining with a vulnerability that even after a lifetime of knowing you, he had never seen before. The man felt conflicted at the sight, annoyance prickling under his skin as you somehow managed to hold him together and tear him apart all at once with your presence.

Losing his squad twist that knife in his heart, convincing him that he was cursed to be left by everyone and his superhuman talents only doomed him to live a life alone.

But now, here you were, standing within arms length: despite the pain you caused, still the only person he had left. Only you could draw this much emotion out of the typically monotonous man. He couldn’t tell if you were a blessing or a curse, but in the moment, all he knew was that he didn’t want you to leave again. He needed you to stay here, with him, the way it should be. Because you were family.

And true to your word, you did.

“You should really get some sleep, you know,” you stated after a while, closing the door with your foot as you entered with two fresh cups of tea. 


You watched Levi fill out paperwork on the other side of the desk, bringing the cup to his lips in the strange fashion you always teased him for. His gaze flickered up boredly.

“You know I don’t sleep. You go on ahead, though. The bed’s behind that door,” he paused, gesturing somewhere behind him. “I hardly ever use it.”  

You shook your head, reaching forward and plucking Levi’s pen from his hand.  


“What you’re drinking is caffeine free. I switched it, so you have no excuse now.” You ignored the indignant scowl growing on the Captain’s face, urging him to listen. “Please, you really should rest. You know you need to.”

It took an entire hour of imploring and convincing for the man to finally give in, him grumbling as you helped take off the boot on his injured foot and ushered him onto the bed. You knew you were the last person with any right to tell the short Captain what to do, but knowing Levi, he was running on an hour or two of sleep while his body was begging for rest. And yes, you were very much hypocritical, draped across the couch in Levi’s office, staring at the ceiling. But none of that mattered to you, as long as he was okay.

You had been lost in introspection, being a room away from your childhood best friend and first love after so long a surreal experience. It felt strange to be back here, but you were too tired to dwell on how strangely out of place you seemed in a place you once called home.

The weight of your abundant emotions from the day finally crashed down, fatigue settling in. You rubbed your eyes, and snuggled closer to the cushions, letting the darkness claim you.

And in the other room, as Levi slipped out of his uniform, shaking his head in exasperation. His last thoughts while he inspected the door as if he could see you through it, was that of course only (Y/N) (L/N) could be more stubborn than he was.

As he slipped under the covers per your command, the ghost of a smile spread across his lips at the thought.

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Perhaps it was the constant danger of where you grew up, and the need to always stay on your toes, but for as long as you could remember, you’d been a light sleeper. If someone so much as stared at you for too long, your body would jolt awake, ready to take action within a moment’s notice. There had been many instances where this came in handy in your past; even after years of seldom disruption in your now boring life within the walls, this was a trait you never seemed to grow out of. So it wasn’t hard to notice the heavy breathing and panicked movement from behind Levi’s closed door.

Just like for you, some things never changed-- when it came to old habits, you knew the man like the back of your hand. The reason he rarely ever slept was one you were quite familiar with. One both of you struggled with, and probably always would. Nightmares never seem to stop. You’d gotten through so many of your own rough nights with your friends by your side.

Levi, however, always refused to admit how they affected him. Insisted on going through it by himself.  

The subconscious urge to look after one other was most likely one you'd never grow out of, even if Levi had. You didn’t think twice before making your way across the office, swinging your legs across the sofa, awake within seconds. Without missing a beat, you stood up and made your way to Levi’s personal sleeping quarters, knuckles rapping against the frame twice. Levi’s shallow gasps quieted, and when you realized he didn’t plan on opening the door, you steeled your nerves to do it yourself. This was what you were here for, wasn’t it? To offer some comfort?

He did want me to stay.

“Levi?” You called into the darkness gently, feet padding foreword as your eyes adjusted to the lack of light.

His silhouette was upright in the bed, no doubt staring at you menacingly.

“I'm fine, (Y/N). Go back to sleep,” he snapped.

That didn't deter you, for he would never openly admit vulnerability. This was by no means new behavior. Besides, the strong emotion behind the Captain’s voice was an easy tell that betrayed his words. You pressed on, sitting on the edge of the mattress.

“Do you remember the time we were teenageers and you got sick, but couldn’t afford medicine so I took that sketchy job you specifically told me not to?” Your back was to him, yet you could feel Levi peering at you.

“Obviously,” he humoured you with a reply, knowing you weren’t going to leave. “You came home half alive and I felt like the most useless piece of shit in the world.”

You chuckled, fingers fiddling with the white sheets beneath them.

“Yes, which was unfair to yourself but also something I did not realize since you called me pretty much every name in the book,” you smiled, the memory oddly fond despite its events. “You were so angry, but I was also scared out of my mind... which was more important than your anger, I suppose. So you let me lay next to you that night. That was all it took to make me feel safe again.”

There was a long pause, you trying to get your words together in a way that could allow Levi to understand how you felt right now.

“I know what you’re thinking; what you’ve been thinking your whole life. You haven’t failed anyone and that stupid idea should be the furthest thing on your mind. Take it from someone who knows, alright? So many lives have had meaning because of y--”

His hand closed around your wrist, the grip much like it was the day you left him.

This time, he would not let go.

“--Stop, (Y/N). Don’t.”

You hadn’t realized there were tears falling down your cheeks until Levi turned your face to look at him. Trying to look away in your embarrassment, you laughed bitterly. His grip did not budge as he examined you sternly.  

“Just be quiet and go to sleep, alright?”

You wiped at your face, determination etched into every fibre of your being.

“Mark my words, Levi, I will make you believe me.”

Levi rolled his eyes but tugged at you once more, opening the duvet in an invitation. When he sensed your uncertainty he simply nodded, arms winding around your waist as you finally crawled in beside him. Both of you knew that there was so much that still needed to be said; so many buried feelings and pain that would only take time to unravel. It felt like a miracle to find yourselves in this situation, pushing aside the thousands of emotions and questions and misunderstandings the two of you had, if only to stay together in this moment.

You didn’t need Levi to know that you still loved him; not while he was coping with another loss. It would be selfish to spring that on, and that was not what you were here for. But you had to tell him:

“I missed you.”

Levi hummed, nose brushing against yours in the close proximity.  

“You better not be gone when I wake up,” he chided in response, orbs fluttering shut.

Your fingers threaded through his onyx black locks, brushing through the knots soothingly. Knowing you’d help this man heal no matter how long it took, you took comfort in the realization that he’d finally let you do just that.  

“I’ll be right here. You’re not alone, Levi. I promise you never will be.”

He pulled you closer, thankful that there was at least one source of warmth left in his life that he could hold onto-- especially after coming to terms with and almost having been certain he’d never experience this feeling of contentment, again. But here you were to prove him wrong, a living slice of home in his arms.

It may have been wishful thinking, but you could have sworn you felt Levi’s breath fan across your hairline, a soft voice whispering “Thank you, (Y/N).” before you felt yourself slip away into slumber once more.

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Flares [MIDORIYA IZUKU X FEM!READER][PRO HERO AU]; Chapter ONE

Summary: Midoriya Izuku is the number one pro hero. He finds himself alone often thinking of the past and what he could have done differently. Everyone around him is moving forward with their lives, but he seems to be stuck in the past. He can’t find himself moving forward with his life other than his career, but romance has been frozen for years. He can’t bring himself to love someone else other than the girl he fell in love with when he was 18 years old and was ready to propose to only have the worst of luck. She vanished with barely leaving evidence behind. It’s been 7 years since then. Everything changes the day of the anniversary of her disappearance.

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Chapter ONE

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Midoriya Izuku comes back to his home with a box of beer to drink with the intention to numb his feelings.

He stares at the massive apartment where he often ponders why he even keeps it. He still clings upon a place where you and he had plans to live for years to come. You barely made it a month of living in it with him before you disappeared and leaving no trace behind who could have done it. However, you put up a strong fight against your captors within the security cameras within the building you worked for.

It was way too big for himself. There were 3 bedrooms with 2 bathrooms. He feels even more isolated from the world. Alone within this big space. He takes a heavy sigh as he places his car keys on the small gray maple bowl. He kicks off his shoes and hastily places the box of beer in his dining room. He stretches, cracking a few bones on his back before heading to the shower. He passes by big cardboard with a red string attached to photos and locations with notes.

The photos are from the evidence of support items with identical markings to your previous inventions. The support items that have been used are tied to villain association then have risen after the takedown of the League of Villains many years ago.

He hasn't loosened hope in her being alive, but everyone else is already starting to doubt to believe she is still alive after her case has gotten cold among others. He doesn't blame them. It's been 3 years since her trial got cold because her invention markings abruptly stopped separating them from other support items. Whenever he has free time, he scouts areas where a criminal organization could be hiding undercover. He looks over her file over and over in case he misses something. He has gotten things that he has missed before. Like some of the inventions had a number carved on them singularly. It was a giant puzzle that you had left for them to solve. He had suspicions. It was the coordinates of the location. You were being held at, but he never got the rest of the numbers. He travels to random coordinates that could match all over Japan whenever he could.

Tomorrow, it will be the anniversary of your disappearance. Everyone knows to leave him alone during the week of your disappearance anniversary because he will be reckless and not have his mind isn't clear. He has gotten seriously injured because he was distracted. It is always around this time of year.

Everyone tells him to take a week-long break from hero duties. He is aware of how he behaves during this time and knows how reckless to be suicidal. Even the media has somewhat respect for him during this time of the year. It could have been a lawsuit with them trying to take a dangerous picture that almost cost their life along with him. A building collapsed and the photographer wasn't paying attention to their surroundings. Midoriya had forced them out of the way to save their life, but he got buried alive under the rubble with numerous broken bones.

The Hero Commissions are even stricter in protecting their own heroes after the collapse of the hero's society many years ago. They are more flexible for heroes to create their own schedule and health. They don't want to repeat history. This time of the year, He just gets reminded how much he has failed you. It's been years since he told you he would find you. He was so close to you by merely a few feet from each other. It was within the 12 hours of her kidnapping that happened. It was an exchange location of you being handed over as if you were an object instead of a human being. You were barely conscious due to the heavy drug used on you to prevent you from fighting back.

There was barely evidence to connect with the active villain group that is rarely active as if they are playing to do something bigger. They change locations constantly from their minor operations. He hasn't found their main base of operations where he believes where you are being held.

He heads to the bathroom where he plans to shower before starting his self-guilt drinking week. He doesn't have anything important to attend to. Everyone lets him be. No one would bother him, letting him mourn alone for this week before being dragged into reality. He has a collection of heavy liquor where he has found over the years in his kitchen cabinet that are more effective to make him drunk.

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The next day early morning, Bakugou Katsuki and Kirishima Eijirō were scouting an area where there was reported to be suspicious activity during the early mornings. It was heavily snowing, but it didn't stop them from doing their jobs. "I do feel bad for Midoriya. I can't imagine how he is feeling and is still optimistic about it too." Kirishima looks over to Bakugou who is stomping in the snow angrily. Bakugou hates the snow with a passion.

"I wouldn't lose hope either until I see a body." Bakugou stops his walking when he hears something breaking apart before children's screams cut through the quiet atmosphere where there are frozen lakes.

They both look up in the sky to see something letting out smoke and small pieces falling rapidly down and breaking the ice of the lake.

Bakugou was already in the air attempting to reach the citizens. Kirishima was already calling for backup and informing them of the situation at hand. He was running on foot, stopping when he heard something crack under his foot. He was stepping on a frozen lake, no longer land.

Bakugou sees them. It was an adult female and a child falling out of the sky. The adult was moving their arms rapidly as if they were trying to do something, but it only brought more smoke and more pieces falling apart. However, as soon as the female adult sees him flying towards them.

She does the unthinkable, but thinks what the better chances of her child are making it out alive.

She twists around in the air, making the child face the sky instead of the frozen lake that is breaking due to the pieces falling apart from her homemade Jetpack backpack. She moves her hand to reach out a homemade knife to slice the strings which tie them together from her child's waist belt and using the other hand in front of her child's chest to where there was a hidden button under the vest shoulder.

"Forgive me."

She moves her hand with the knife to slice through the string and pressing the button. She clenches her eyes for impact as the child's backpack explodes against their mother's chest. This causes the child to bounce up into the sky while throwing the mother straight down the frozen lake.

"Mama!"

Bakugou grabs the child that was falling again by their shredded backpack. The child is screaming for their mother who crashes into the icy cold lake water. The sound of the helicopter could be heard as Bakugou is trying to navigate away from the lake while holding a terrified child who was crying uncontrollably hiding their face against his chest. Kirishima was running over to them taking off his jacket to cover up the child who had no protection from the bitter cold. Bakugou was frozen on the spot, staring into the head of the child. The child looks identical to his rival, childhood friend, Midoriya Izuku.

"If that's his kid, does that mean?" Kirishima comes to the realization, the only female that Midoriya Izuku has been involved in intimacy would be the one who has been missing for years.

"That adult must be [L/N] [F/N]."

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more of the mutually assured destruction duo, post-prison this time! this one was really fun, thinking about what this dynamic might be like in the future gives me SO much brainrot, im so excited. this one’s also a little dark, so make sure to read the warnings + tags !! :D 

tw: implied prison abuse, starvation, toxic relationship, touch starvation, manipulation, panic attack, trauma, blood, injury

Dream hasn't been the same since he escaped prison.

And it's ironic, because Wilbur hasn't even been around, has been in hell for fuck's sake playing Competitive Solitaire for nine-odd years, but even he could've seen the self-destruction hanging like a cloud around the other's head from a million miles (and several months? years?) away. Perhaps, he thinks wryly, you can only see the signs when you've lived them, or maybe red flags don't raise alarm when you’ve painted the entire figure in blood, but it doesn't really matter, in the end, because the final result is the same.

Still, it's just a little funny when he's stopped in the middle of his journey through the Nether, not a piece of armor on him per usual and an unused netherite sword slung over his hip.

"Hello, Sapnap." The kid is standing in front of him, eyes gleaming in badly-hidden anger and desperation, smoke rising from the mottled red-black skin on his hands. "Fancy seeing you around."

"You-" Sapnap sputters, unable to speak as his face flushes red in frustration, and Wilbur smiles at him condescendingly. The expression on the other's face is one he's seen before - one Tommy had been particularly inclined to give him in the past, when his emotions raged so heavily that there was nothing for the pressure to do but build, too thick and heavy to force themselves out of his throat. "You're monsters," Sapnap manages, finally, and Wilbur quirks an eyebrow.

At least we're self-aware, he thinks, the all-too-familiar twinge of irritation at Tommy's - and apparently, Sapnap's particular brand of reckless naivety pulsing at the base of his skull. He lets none of these thoughts show on his face as he cocks his head to the side, smiles wider - and Sapnap, just like Tommy, takes the bait.

'Why are you smiling?" He looks achingly young - they all do, really, their expressions and reactions dripping with a sort of innocence and sincerity that dissolved from Wilbur's own face somewhere around the fifteen-hundreth game of poker, and it really does feel ironic, how quickly the outside world can fall apart compared to the unending constancy of the void - but he digresses.

He didn't know Sapnap well before his whole death thing, and as much as he wants to use his partner to get information on the other members of the server, he doesn't really think Dream is really even lucid enough for that - the man clearly hasn't been thinking clearly, not for a long time. It doesn't matter, though, because you learn to read people when your life becomes nothing but running the same broken-edged memories over and over again in your mind and smiling jaggedly over the same few card games - Wilbur had always been a people watcher, and Sapnap's feelings are stamped on every corner of his face.

"Monster, huh," he says, saying the word slowly, rolling it over his tongue like he's tasting it for the first time, watching from the corner of his eye as Sapnap squirms, "Interesting word you've got here. You use it often?"

Sapnap bristles, smoke curling from his nostrils - "It's what you are, dickhead."

Rolling his eyes internally, Wilbur keeps up the act, humming as he fiddles idly with his cufflink. "I mean, if you really believe that," he rocks forward on his right foot, stifling a smile at the way the younger draws back, "But really, it's all a matter of perspective." He twists himself around, pivoting around his heel, beginning to walk in an arc around Sapnap's left side, watching as he spins around, shoulders drawn up to his ears. "What do you think?"

"I think that you're full of shit," he says, voice flat, and Wilbur laughs. It's genuine, really, because well - Sapnap's different. He's fun; the entire server is, after so long in the void. You can only spend so much time with the same two people before they drive you a little up the metaphorical wall, but Sapnap's reactions are fresh and new and different, still saturated with vitality that hasn’t been leached out by the same deck of cards in the same scarred hands shuffled and reshuffled for eternity. He's interesting, and new, and most of all, predictable.

"Say, Sapnap," he continues, blowing over the other's anger, knowing that it'll only make the frustration build more. He lets his hair flop lazily over one eye, lets his smile grow wider, lips pressed together in amusement, turns his face so that it's lit eerily by the lava lake beneath them. "If we're monsters for, I don't know, setting off a few stacks of TNT," he waves his hand flippantly, watching the muscle of the other's jaw jump in poorly-hidden rage, "What does that make you for what you did to Dream?"

Sapnap's eyes go wide, and Wilbur knows he's struck the jackpot. He lets his lips part to reveal bared teeth, jagged and glinting in the light. "I'm sorry, did that hit a nerve?"

The kid's mouth opens- closes- emotions warring on his face, fists curling and uncurling at his sides, lip trembling. "We- we had to-" his hands come to his face, palms digging into his eyes, and while he's not looking, Wilbur draws his expression back a bit, becoming softer, more welcoming. When Sapnap looks back up, his eyes are shining, hands shaking still; he steps forward, then rocks back on his back foot like he doesn't know where to go. "What do you mean?" he throws the words like they're meant to be a threat, but by the end his voice has devolved into something high-pitched and keening, overflowing with desperate grief that Wilbur latches onto like a starving man (ha) with his last meal.

"I'm sorry, it does seem rather insensitive for me to assume," he resumes pacing around the other, voice lilting, soft, "I just mean, it seemed pretty obvious, don't you think? I don't think I've ever seen someone so skinny, really, but I guess that is what happens when you get starved,"

"Shut up-"

"Not to mention the whole panicking thing, I mean, he's like Tommy sometimes with all of the fucking shaky breathing and mumbling around like creepers, not that I'd know what all of that's about," he watches Sapnap through half-hooded eyes, darkly amused, "and pickaxes, oddly enough, but oh well. Who am I to judge?"

"Shut up-"

"And all of the scars - I thought they were from you, honestly, he told me about the whole 'taking his last life' thing, but then he jumped into lava one day - I guess there wasn't much to do in that cell, huh? He didn't even scream, it's really pretty fucking incredible - I thought I'd actually have to break him down a bit, but really, you've made my life so much easier-"

"SHUT UP-"

Wilbur watches with a too-wide grin as Sapnap finally, finally charges, a netherite sword appearing in his hand as he races blindly ahead, tears shining on his cheeks, his words more pain than thought as he brings the blade down-

A blur of purple, the sound of crumbling netherrack and metal meeting metal, flesh hitting flesh - Wilbur moves smoothly out of the way as Sapnap crashes to the ground, an armored figure bearing down an axe against the shield he's raised between them.

Dream, hair tangled and long, wearing armor that is far too heavy for his skinny frame, every inch of him shaking in panic, should hardly be a threat - but this is Sapnap, weakened by Wilbur's sharp words and crippled by the shock of seeing his former best friend's face again, eyes still unfocused from the rage and tears that had clouded over them moments before, so he can do little but raise his shield as the netherite slams into it, again and again. Not a word falls from Dream's lips, but he brings down the weapon at a ruthless pace - ever since he's been free, his attack style has changed greatly from the defensive style he used to favor, even to Wilbur's untrained eye - there's no skill, no art to the way he attacks anymore, just the fearful ferocity of a dog trapped in a cage for far, far too long.

He finally kicks Sapnap down the netherrack cliff that they're on, the other man left to nurse his wounds below them - Wilbur doesn't bother sparing him another thought; Dream's far too weak to cause any permanent damage. Instead, he approaches his partner, weapon, with a smile, watching, satisfied, when he whirls around with a manic expression.

"I'm alright, see?" he croons as Dream's shoulders move up and down with his heaving breaths, eyes fever-bright, teeth bared. He brings a hand down on the other's shoulder and watches as he flinches at the movement, breath hitching, every muscle freezing, knuckles pale on the handle of his axe, before moving again, stumbling forwards, hands reaching for Wilbur's head and stopping halfway. Wilbur tips his head forward, lets the shorter brush his face with trembling fingers, checking his unmarred skin for blood through the purpling bruises already forming on his cheek, and thinks how powerful he is to have a god at his beck and call, a perfect attack dog brought to heel, death itself obediently at his side.

Dream hasn't been the same since he escaped prison, and as Wilbur runs his hand up and down his back, feeling the way his spine arches at the touch, at the fluttering pulse under the skin-and-bone wrist under his fingers, he thinks how fortunate he is to be the first to notice.

[mistresspandorawritesthings]

I wanted to ramble a teeny bit about one of TWO fics that @narastories posted this week, but it's the fourth in a series (a very excellent series, btw). So this prompted me to go back and reread the first today, so that's the one I'm going to ramble about. (It's rated hella E, btw, so. Smut talk below.)

Happy first birthday to this fic btw! 🥳

a room for three broke in a ship tag that looks cursed as hell until you actually read it, at which point you discover that it just.... works.

If you haven't read this, picture, if you will, well-established Jamie/John in a modern AU. Super healthy, very committed, incredibly romantic. You know, the whole happy package. *swoon*

EXCEPT! Jamie and John are just a tiny bit off-balance in the bedroom (namely, Jamie is a big ol masochist and poor John doesn't have a sadistic bone in his body).

I'll put the rest of this below the cut because it's a bit spoilery. As always, read the tags, heed the tags!

Enter: Jack Randall (don't scroll, trust me).

Think of all the things that make Jack a compelling villain. Now, bring him about 270 years into the future, program him with boundaries and give him a safe, sane, and consensual outlet.

Here's what you get in this fic:

A VERY well-deserved E rating (I don't do the pepper thing, that makes no sense. But like, all the peppers)

A generous, yet manageable one-shot at about 6k

Established Jamie/John with AMAZING communication and all the sweet treats that comes with that

Masterfully executed SSC BDSM (I won't list all the kinks but there's a bunch of kinks that at least get mentioned)

Nara's skillful taming of the bastard we all love to hate (Jack, I mean, but ... I mean, yeah, Jamie too lol)

A snappy new ship abbreviation (J^3) that no one else has dared attempt yet

Here's a link to Nara's master list btw. TONS of rare pair goodies in there!