#hoooo boy here come the tags

[clerichs-xi]

nothing to see here, just the party rogue reporting to the party tactician after a scouting mission... being that close and shirtless is mandatory. for party morale of course.

[intheholler]

hi i just found your blog and its making me very emo 😭 i grew up in appalachia (the shenandoah valley in VA near the WV border) but had to move away several years ago to central VA, and then even further away last year to the rural midwest. i've been really strongly missing appalachia for the past year, but esp so these past couple months.

i miss the people and community, the spoonbread or chicken and dumplings my mom used to make me when i was sick, the mountains surrounding you on every side, being off in the woods with no one around, picking wild blackberries with my best friend, speeding around twisty roads blasting music with all the windows down, picking and eating the wild honeysuckle growing along my back fence, all the bluegrass and folk music, hearing people's accents, the pennsylvania smartweed that would grow under my porch, looking up at the night sky at night and being able to see the entire milky way, the crick i would cross when i walked to school, etc etc etc.

i think the thing i miss the most is the lgbt community. yeah we were small and there was a lot of lgbtphobia, but we were really closeknit, and i was involved w a lot of lgbt activism in my area. city and suburbanite gays just all have such vastly different experiences than me and everyone i grew up with, i always just end up feeling really isolated around them.

also i don't think people not from appalachia understand just how connected to the land we are. its not just about "oh i like hiking" or "i think the mountains are pretty" or something like that. the land is a part of me and i'm a part of it. we're tied to eachother. and that's not even getting into the communal aspect of being appalachian.

i desperately want to move back to appalachia, but i probably won't be able to for at least 4 or 5 years and it makes me really depressed. being away feels like part of my soul is missing. however i don't think i'll be able to move back to the exact area that i'm from, both bc i'm jewish and have gotten more involved w that since growing up and wanna live in an area w at least a small jewish community, and bc my hometown is almost unrecognizable now from all of the people moving in from northern VA and building fancy sitdown restraunts and shit on main street. i remember before we even had a walmart or a target and had to drive to the closest city 45mins away if we needed to get anything more than basic groceries.

anyways this is really long and rambly, but i just wanted to say it was really nice to see someone talking about appalachia and posting pictures of it, it made me feel less alone 💛

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[ionlymadethissoicouldleaveanask]

I told @caffeineyum and @authortobenamedlater that I would give a better explanation of why I ship Fred/Kelly. I also ended up writing up some of the key points of my reasons for shipping John/Linda. So. Here goes.

I'm going to skip past The Fall of Reach because the cast is too young for most of it to really get into the whole romantic side. However, once we hit First Strike? Hoooo boy.

First Strike

Fred/Kelly - They are thick as thieves. Just some real dummy thicc stealy boys. Kelly is shown to be acutely aware of Fred's emotional state - on the way down to the surface she both covers for Fred's faux pas with FLEETCOM as well as physically reaching out to bump him to reassure him. Throughout the Reach conflict they are always backing each other up and checking in on each other. When they get collected by Chief and Kelly takes a Fuel Rod shot for Halsey, it's Fred who carries her out and then later he sits with her for a minute and talks before they go out into the Slipstream-spaghetti mess to repair the Ascendant Justice's hull. Kelly then spends most of the novel either unconscious or kidnapped, so we don't get a whole lot more from them.

John/Linda, on the other hand, has a veritable treasure trove of shipping material in First Strike. Chief spends the entire novel pining after her and he has an honest-to-goodness dream about one of his most cherished memories of her. However, I'll let these two quotes do the heavy lifting on this explanation:

"He wanted to smile, too, but nothing much - apart from Linda - in a long time had given him cause[...]"

and

2. "They had frozen [Linda] while she'd still been in her suit. That was for the best, considering the extent of her injuries . . . but he would have given anything to see her face one last time."

Call me a hopeless romantic, but I just don't see someone saying "I would give anything to see her face one more time" about just a friend.

Ghosts of Onyx

Chief obviously doesn't appear, so John/Linda is a little sparse. However, at the end of the book Kelly asks "Do you think he's out there?" and Linda immediately and without hesitation says something like "Of course he is," because our girl is nothing if not loyal and trusting of her boyfriend's abilities.

Fred and Kelly also don't end up with a lot of time to think romantical-stylez, but they seemingly live rent free in one another's heads. When Fred realizes that he got a message from Halsey his first thought was to look for news about Kelly. Later when Kelly is in a stressful situation, she randomly thinks about the outdated phrases Fred would use to describe her dilemma.

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Now, I realize how weak all of this is... but isn't that shipping in general? Reading waaaaaaay too far into things?

Anyhow. Thanks for coming to my TED Talk.

(I'm also tagging @makowrites because you've always got my back with Fred/Kelly and I love it.)

[themirokai]

POI 03x21: Beta

Ok it’s now been some time since I watched this episode, but I had this partially drafted post saved and I have some time today sooo here we go!

Woof gif search is failing me big time for this episode. I mean I've got a bunch of gifs but they're not the important ones. Fortunately I've got @managerie76 's fantastically curated archive, so I do have some links. But for a bunch of the moments I want to call out, you're just going to have to cast your mind back.

Let's jump in, because this episode was a lot.

I really liked this opener with Shaw...

... but what really got me at the beginning of the episode was how much Shaw and Reese were clearly both missing Finch.

I know I'm repeating myself from prior posts a bit but I really like what they're doing with Fusco this season. He's still kind of comic relief but he's also a respected member of the team and I love that.

Loving the Mayhem Twins.

Carrie Preston was phenomenal in this episode.

(I know this gif is from a different episode I just really wanted a non-blindfolded one of her and couldn’t find any from this episode to embed.)

My notes from when they arrived at Grace’s house just say: HAROLD!!!!!!!

And hoooo boy does it pick up from there.

Kill them all Harold????

Ok and then the bridge scene. The music was gorgeous.

Here are some links to gif sets with my thoughts in the tags: here and here.

One more here that highlights how affected Shaw is by this. 🥺 But also? After Fusco had whisked Grace away (good job Fusco) it does seem like Reese and Shaw could have taken 2 cars full of guys. Like I’m pretty sure they’ve taken out more people than that before and Grace was already out of danger…

We’ve lost Finch which means we’ve lost everything.

- John Reese. Totally not in love or anything.

Really looking forward to this face off. This show is very good at taking two incredible actors and pitting them against each other in an enclosed space for an intense conversation. Let’s GO!

Thanks for reading. What are YOUR thoughts on Beta? No spoilers please, as of posting I legit don’t know what comes next in the series.

[inevitably-johnlocked]

hi steph! I've been a long time follower from another tumblr but i havent been on that account for months. that said, today after all my uni finals finally ended i decided to look this lovely page up, because you were/ still are a source of infinite comfort and johnlock fic recs that are just amazing <3 i missed you guys, and I'm glad to see you are doing this still, steph, it's so admirable and I hope you're doing well ❤️ i also write fics, and i randomly thought I'd search a tag of a fic of mine and i was hella surprised to see someone recommend it?? like?? WHAT???? the nonny was so adorable and like 🥺🥺🥺 it makes me feel things and i was surprised people receive it so well 🥺🥺 it's reichenbach falls, my gigantic superwholock fic, and I just want whoever reads it to know that i am alive, just was busy with a job and university, but!!!! i am still working on it! i am not ever abandoning it, i just need to gather up some strength for the next 200 chapters, because hoooo BOY will the story get even more exciting and probably well iver 1mil words :) so yeah, i got emotional today from the fact that you're still here, being lovely and helping (and hopefully you're good too) and from a cute nonny who took the time to read my giant project 🥺 the last 2 chapters of s1 are coming this month for sure, just as a teaser 🥺❤️ i love you guys!!!!!!!!

Hey Nonny!!

AHHHH This is such a beautiful message!! Sorry for taking so long to reply, I just wanted to make sure it got featured properly!! <3

Glad to see you return, and glad that your schooling went well!

AHH Vee!! Yes, a lot of people love your fic!! I get suggested it often for lots of tags, so yes, we're glad you're okay, and DON'T feel obligated to finish your story faster!! We all have personal lives!!

Thank you so much for the update on you, your life, and your fanfiction!! Have a FANTASTIC day!!!!!!

And if anyone wants to read the fic, it's this one:

Reichenbach Falls by VeeTheRee (M, 536,133+ w., 101/303 Ch. || WiP || Gravity Falls /  Multifandom AU || Alternate First Meeting, Gay Sherlock, Mutual Pining, Unilock, Summer Romance/Love, Fluff, Insecure Sherlock, Villain Mary, First Kiss, Slow Burn, Doctor Who, Supernatural, Canadian John, French Canadian Lestrade, Insecure Sherlock, Mystery, Domestic Fluff, Developing Relationship Summer Love, Light Angst, BAMF! John, Case Fic) – Two Canadians, two Brits studying in Canada, and an upkeeper walk into a Mystery Shack…. and live there. Summer holidays are here, and the step-siblings, Irene Adler and Sherlock Holmes, find themselves in a boring town called Reichenbach Falls, Oregon, USA. It isn’t as boring as it seems, however, once Sherlock stumbles upon a mystery journal, and the author is unknown. The journal contains ciphers, a strange colour wheel, and information about magical creatures that are said to be looming in the Northwestern forests. With mysteries to solve in hand, he and Irene set out to get to the roots of the town, and the abrupt disappearance of the author of the journal. But they’re not alone - John Watson, quite the handsome nephew of the Mystery Shack owner Greg Lestrade, is on their side to help out, plus mess with Sherlock’s feelings, in a good way. Shenanigans, romance, fun, danger, and deductions ensue. Oh, and there’s also occasional SuperWhoLock and two dorky Winchester brothers to spark up the action later on. Part 1 of the Reichenbach Falls series

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Enjoy!!!! <3 <3

[gennianydots]

bad buddy fandom get-to-know-you meme!

Thank you @mutlishipperfangirl for tagging me!

name and whatever you want to say about yourself I’m Genni, she/her self described chaos gremlin

when did you watch bad buddy/join the fandom? I’m a newbie! I watched it in February 2023. I had only just found out about Thai BLs from watching KinnPorsche so I binged a whole lot of them (read: more than 20) in a short time and started watching regularly airing GMMTV shows after that. hoooo boi am i invested in this fandom now 😍

favorite ship(s) patpran patpran patpran but also inkpa

favorite character(s) pran. he’s my son. oblivious pat. ink best girl.

favorite episode(s) 5 and 11 (BUT also 1-4 and 6-10 and 12)

favorite scene(s) ep 5 part 4/4 rooftop kiss MY BELOVED but also ep 12 part 3/4 and 4/4

one thing you would change about the show if you could? nothing. I love the show as is its perfect

what are some if your favorite fanworks made by other people? the fine line between homones and home by seekingmoonscapes, dynamic by riddles2, that’s love (i can’t pretend) by theinvisibledisaster

(if you create fanworks) what are your favorite fanworks that you created? Ive written some stuff on here about how great i think the show is mostly incoherent screaming and rb’ed a lot of other peoples stuff but i wrote I’ll Be Your Rival a few months ago if you want to read something fluffy

a song that makes you think about bad buddy (the ones in the show don’t count) lips on lips by tiffany young and for life by EXO

idk anything else you want to know nanon is my fandom husband also;

there are shows that come along in my lifetime that i get great big galaxy goo goo eyes for and no matter what other people say about it in my mind it is a god tier* show and bad buddy is one of those I’m not apologizing i love all of it and it will never be a show that I criticize**

*(Examples of other God-Tier Shows in my head: Avatar the Last Airbender and all of star wars)

**it doesn’t mean i wont read discourse or engage in meta i just see it as a perfect thing in and of itself

tags anyone who wants to play 😍

[witchlingsandwyverns]

Hellooo again from your secret Santa!

I have ideas coming together so I hope you don’t mind if I pop in for some more questions!

You’re a big reader - do you have any foundational fantasy books that hold a special place in your heart? Like Game of Thrones, Lord of the Rings, Mists of Avalon, Wrinkle in Time? And if so, what do you love most about them?

You mentioned gardens - tell me your ideal fantasy garden to wander around. Is it messy and wild and covered in moss? Full of strange special plants from around the world with magical traits? Is it filled with hedges trimmed to look like dragons?

Finally, if you were Rhys and buying Feyre her first Solstice gifts, what would you get her?

HOOOO BOY YA ALREADY SPOILING ME I CAN TELL BY YOUR QUESTIONS WOW

Okay just wow where to begin

BOOKS

Foundational fantasy... hard to say since I'm only really now getting into High Fantasy/the foundational epics typical of the genre (I never read lotr till this year, but grew up with the movies - discovered Philip Pullman late, couldn't get into GoT, etc) but some long time favs inlcude:

- Tamora Pierce (lioness/wild magic): characters are fun, spunky, and challenged by circumstance to weigh what they value vs what must be done. The romance! The action!

- Howls Moving Castle: I loved how protagonists can be flawed and petty and stubborn but those things can also be strengths in the right light (I have the same feeling about the Mistborn cast) not to mention that underlying truth of sometimes you don't want to do a thing but you have to and you'll be better for just doing it idk I really hope this makes sense

- you mentioned Mists of Avalon! I took Arthurian Lit and loved it so anything that takes an old myth and spins it, I'm am here for

- (do you know how hard of a question this is for me?)

This is only what I could squeeze in frame. Books were one of the very few things i collect? Hoard? And have been hoarding since Ive had my own money. A lot of fantasy I think of as 'foundational' is whatever I could get my hands on and shaped how I read the genre. Cinda Willaims Chima. Patricia C Wrede. Bruce Colville. Niel Gaiman. Piers Anthony. Terry Pratchett. Could literally talk for hours. But I love characterization/character dynamics and tropes (whole tag: "takes a hit of the good shit tropes") omg this got so long I'm sorry I hope this is helpful I just really want to do your questions justice

GARDENS

(I'm sorry in advance I've worked at a plant nursery and as a florist assistant so bear with me!)

Dream garden: wild and colorful! Anything that attracts pollinators (half the fun is watching bees and butterflies and birds appreciate what's been grown) and smells nice! Jasmine lavender honeysuckle, I think gardens should still look like nature (wild, balanced between flowering and evergreen) but also a sensory experience. Moss!! For!!! Days!!! Old stone/brick work! Statuary! Swings to sit on in the morning sun with coffee or at night with the bats and fireflies! (I once got to walk in Central Park in the rain and stumbled across the Shakespeare garden and I straight up was in heaven. The sound of rain on leaves. The walking paths.)

BACK TO YOUR Q: Hedges are for kissing behind. Plants with healing properties are a magic of their own. Growing things ARE magic. But if that dragon statue was enchanted or the sculpted siren in the fountain sang when the sun hit the water just right? I WOULDNT BE SAD ABOUT IT. 🌻

FEYRE

For our our first solstice I would give her a space to paint or read in depending on her fancy. A space to be creative in with lots of light and windows. With warm drinks on tap for the late nights she wishes to stay up late chasing that creative buzz. Conveniently soundproofed for music to jam to while painting late at night... or maybe other late night activities with a certain high lord should he also need an escape or she needs a model (ahem 👀). Maybe it's near a garden or within walking distance of a view of natural elements to inspire her. Maybe its filled with plants and canvases and brick walls to hang other artists art on. I know Rhys has gifted her similar things in cannon but as a fellow creative, it's the dream.

EDIT: MAGIC CHAIR!!!! SHIFTS BETWEEN THE PERFECT READING CHAIR OR PAINTING STOOL! COMFY NO MATTER HOW YOU SIT IN IT

(Dear lord this got long, I hope it helps!!!)

[melikochan]

15 Questions for 15 Mutuals

Tagged by @wykart!

1. Are you named after anyone?

My middle name comes from my great-grandmother. Otherwise, nope!

2. When was the last time you cried?

I watched the Owl House finale last weekend and hoooo boy I shed some tears. My spouse was in the room and cried too and was like "THIS IS EMOTIONALLY MANIPULATIVE, I DON'T EVEN GO HERE" so honestly uh if you didn't cry, are you okay?

3. Do you have kids?

Nope, and never will!

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

I don't think so? A normal amount?

5. What sports do you play/have you played?

I am not really a sports person. I played some softball in middle school? And soccer in kindergarten? The only thing I do now is lift weights.

6. What's the first thing you notice about other people?

Outfit, maybe? I'm bad at remembering names/faces, but I'll remember if someone wore a cool outfit.

7. Eye color

Hazel

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings, definitely. I'm a sucker for happy endings, especially if it's queer 🥲

9. Any special talents?

Uhh like what? I feel like I don't know what this means. I am pretty average. I'm good at recommending beers someone might like?

10. Where were you born?

Connecticut 💀

11. What are your hobbies?

Drawing, writing, playing and composing/producing music, playing video games, some volunteering

12. Do you have any pets?

A full house! Two cats, two dogs.

13. How tall are you?

5'2"

14. Favorite subject in school?

I was definitely an art kid, but also love me some history and politics.

15. Dream job?

I am at a point where I just... don't want to work. I want to spend all my time writing my little stories and making art and music and not have to worry about money. My current job is good, for the most part, and any future jobs I have, I'm gonna be real picky about. I think the next industry I'll want to explore is climate tech. I just want to do good.

I'm bad at tagging so this is an open invitation to anyone who follows me!

[englandamericaitaly]

I was tagged by @rndmpersons to put a song for every letter of my blog name, so hoooo boy, here we go. I wanted different artists for every song, too.

E- E-GIRLS ARE RUINING MY LIFE by CORPSE

N- Natural by Imagine Dragons

G- GOSSIP by Måneskin

L- Love Like Mine by Stela Cole

A- Alone Together by Fall Out Boy

N- Neon Gravestones by Twenty One Pilots

D- Dead Mom from Beetlejuice the Musical

A- Alright by Darius Rucker

M- Middle Finger by Bohnes

E- Enjoy the Show by natewantstobattle

R- Rattlin Bog by The Irish Descendants

I- It Took Me By Surprise by Maria Mena

C- Come With Me by Chxrlotte

A- Ain't It Fun by Paramore

I- I Have Questions by Camila Cabello

T- Tantrum by Ashnikko

A- abcdefu by GAYLE

L- labour by Paris Paloma

Y- You're Just Making Us Stronger by DAgames

I don't have the spoons to tag people, so if you wanna do it, feel free to use mine as a jumping off point!

[adhdbarnowl]

Class 1-A dogs vs. cats

Aoyama: cats

Mina: dogs

Tsuyu: f r o g

Bakugou: dogs

Hagakure: cats

Iida: dogs

Jirou: cats

Kaminari: dogs

Kirishima: dogs

Kouda: both

Midoriya: cats

Shinsou: CATS

Ojirou: cats

Satou: dogs

Sero: dogs

Shouji: cats

Todoroki: CATS

Tokoyami: biRb

Uraraka: dogs

Momo: cats

[inkbwush]

Oh yeah, nd since all of these characters have shown up in-fic now, here’s some reference sheets for a bunch of characters!!

[emordnilap-fr]

A God Called to Battle

lore pinglist: @divine-vixen​ @voltaic-ambassador​ (ask if you’d like to be pinged for future lore posts! <3)

Part 1: An Act of Revenge

An Emperor emerges in the clan for the third time. This time, they’re fighting back.

cw: blood/death

Riptide pulled Kiev’s head higher. “You killed imps?! You really are sick, you know that?”

Kiev just laughed at her. “Oh that’s rich, coming from the clan who welcomed the Shade!” He laughed harder, lips curling in twisted delight as more of the emperor’s howls reached the den. “See I don’t care if I die! As long as you all get ripped ap-”

He was cut off when Riptide rammed his head onto the floor, knocking him out cold. Her face was contorted with disgust. “That’s enough of him, he’s not going anywhere.” She moved from her position on top of him, gesturing for Kryvo to do the same, and lay her hand on his back. Stone began to creep from her hand and up from the floor, encasing Kiev’s torso and limbs in a thick layer of rock. Only his head was left semi-free, with a makeshift muzzle holding his mouth closed.

Kryvo looked to the door. “Y’think anyone’s gonna fight that thing?”

Brayth nodded. “Oh yeah, of course. You’ve fought off an emperor before, haven’t you?”

Sunset, Riptide, and Kryvo looked at each other uneasily. Sunset spoke up, saying what was on their minds. “Well... we didn’t exactly win. Why do you think we’re even here in the first place?”

Brayth stared at them, speechless, before cracking his neck and lifting his musket. “Well, I s’pose we’re gonna have to change that this time, eh?”

Eiszapfen stared at the abomination in front of him, unseen. Behind it, Peridot and Moonstone lay dead, their bodies half-rotted from the breath of Sandstorm’s head. In adjacent halls, also hidden from the emperor’s view, were Cumulus in one hall, and Rastus and Soleil in another. They gestured to each other, trying not to make noise. Eis gestured, Attack?

Cumulus shook her head. No, dangerous. 

Soleil spread a wing in the direction behind the emperor. There’s other dragons! They need help. 

Rastus nodded in agreement, to which Cumulus shook her head, then looked and pointed at Eiszapfen. Dangerous for us, too. Or... Eis. We distract, then escape?

Eiszapfen thought, then nodded. I think it would work.

He opened his wings, the others following suit. They flew into the tunnel, attracting the attention of all three of the emperor’s heads. The heads roared, somehow seeming indignant rather than angry or hateful. Despite this, their throats hissed as the released their respective attacks on the smaller dragons.

Rastus ducked out of the fight, attracting Konigtum’s head. The other two were still occupied with their other targets, and as Rastus rounded a corner to head further into the dens, Konigtum’s head joined them in their original attack.

Oceana ran down the hall towards the sounds of fighting, the emperor’s roars growing louder by the heartbeat. As she passed another hallway, she was joined by Ember, who was followed by Atava, Liebe, Akakia, and Umbra. The two imperials ran side by side, leading the others through the halls. Oceana side-eyed Ember, causing the other imperial to glance back.

“Look, Oceana. I know you don’t like me, and I don’t like you much either. But getting everyone out of here and killing that thing is more important than that. I need you to help me fight it. You can at least do that, right?”

Oceana hesitated, remembering what she’d learned during the Purge. “You used to be one, it’s no wonder you’ve felt the way you have...” 

She shook her head, ridding herself of her thoughts. “I can. What’s your plan?”

“Well,” Ember began, staring ahead, “I’ll need your ice. Freeze its legs, while I burn its body and heads. From their... voices, it sounds like Feuerstern, Sandstorm, and Konigtum, we’ll have to be especially careful of Konigtum’s attacks weakening our own, and of Sandstorm’s hitting us.”

“You’re really trying to be careful, aren’t you? Aren’t you a god?”

“I’m a demi-god. I’m immortal, but I can still die. I’m being careful because I don’t want to lose another home to one of these monsters.”

Oceana said nothing, watching Ember in silence for a few moments as they ran ahead. 

Blood dripped into Eiszapfen’s eye from the injury above it. A gash ran across the top of his head, tearing into his right frill. The others fighting with him fared no better; they retreated into another hall to catch their breath, narrowly avoiding a spray of infested mucus.

“Do you think Rastus has gotten anyone out yet?” Cumulus stared in the direction he’d gone. “It’s been a while since he left...”

Soleil nodded. “He must’ve, there’s gotta be lots of dragons awake now and he knows his way around. There’s plenty of ways out that avoid these halls.”

“Not that many,” Eiszapfen added, clearly worried. “We added a few other halls for ease of use, not for escape, and there’s only one cliffside to enter and leave from. Even the old lair had several staircases to the surface.” He shook his head. “We didn’t think we’d be attacked here, much less have another emperor...”

Cumulus saw the old guilt on Eiszapfen’s face, and touched a paw to his shoulder. “You did what you thought was right back then. This isn’t your fault.” She flinched as a shadow-bolt flew past the hall entrance. “It’s too late to worry over how we built this place, we’ve just gotta defend it now. Soleil, you’re right, he’s probably taking them out the upper hall as we speak. Let’s go, for the clan!” The trio nodded to each other, before leaping back into the fray.

Hardly minute of battling had passed, and the dragons were already out of breath from the onslaught of attacks. Only Soleil had no elemental weakness to any of the heads, but her lack of experience overshadowed this advantage. She’d just landed when a thicket of thorned vines came hurtling at her. She moved to defend as best she could when a bolt of ice froze the greenery, propelling it towards the wall. Looking up, she expected to see Cumulus at her defense, but was surprised to see Oceana’s head turning the corner at the end of the hall.

“We’ve got it from here, go!”

Soleil and the others watched Oceana and Ember fully entered the hall, alone. 

The emperor noticed the new imperials as well, turning with an almost surprised look on at least one of its faces. The surprise turned to anger when Sandstorm’s head was hit with a blast of flame from Ember. 

“Come on, go! We saw Rastus and sent others with him, follow them!”

The trio of dragons paused, then took off down the hall the imperials had come from. Now, it was just Oceana and Ember against the emperor of their friends. They snarled in defiance, and enacted their plan. Oceana froze the emperor’s legs and muzzled their heads while Ember burned at their scales, which kept seeming to shift and crack and regrow.

“Your fire’s not doing anything, we can’t keep this up!”

Ember growled at Oceana in response, only sending more flames at Feuerstern’s head. 

“I want this dead as much as you, moreso even, but it just keeps re-”

Oceana’s words rose to a shriek as waves of shadowy tendrils flared across the side of her face. Her scales darkened to a near-black purple, and her left eye grew muddied and blind. Flames seared Konigtum’s head, forcing it back, and Ember moved to stand before Oceana, facing the emperor. “Don’t you dare add to this monster.” She glanced down at Oceana. “Go. You’re in no shape to fight, you’ll get in my way.”

“I-”

“I don’t hate you, and I don’t want you dead. Get out.”

Oceana opened her mouth to argue, to say she was going to help kill this thing she used to be, what had taken her sons, but stayed quiet when she saw the look on Ember’s face. The demi-god was scared. Not only for herself, but for Oceana, and she still faced the emperor.

“Thank you.”

She backed away from Ember, but didn’t retreat entirely, rather taking shelter in an adjacent hall. Ember made no move nor said anything to make her leave entirely, and she was glad for that; she wasn’t going to let anyone, even a god, fight entirely alone.

With Oceana somewhat gone, Ember spread her fire-tipped wings and roared a challenge at the emperor, who glared down at her and returned the challenge.

Unrestrained with no ally who could be killed by her attacks, she spat now-blue flames at the emperor, the hall heating to a near oven-like temperature. The face of Feuerstern was closest and took the full force of her attack, the scales and flesh melting together and eye burning shut. It gave a strangled cry as it burned up beyond what the emperor could do to heal it in time, and now the head and its neck hung limply from the emperor’s body.

The emperor retaliated, Sandstorm spitting infectious slime. Ember only just managed to avoid the attack, turning to blow fire again that seared holes in all three of the emperor’s right wings. Sandstorm again spat infection at Ember, and this time, she didn’t miss.

Ember hissed as the near-acid ooze burned into her skin, and an immediate weakness took hold. She could keep fighting, but she knew she couldn’t keep this up much longer. 

Rearing up, Ember rammed her body against the emperor and bit down onto Sandstorm’s neck, letting molten liquid and fire burn into it. The result was nearly instant, as the neck burned away and the head dropped to the ground.

Konigtum’s head ripped into Ember’s shoulder, crunching into the bone. She roared in pain and repeated the attack she’d done to Sandstorm, letting the lava-like liquid sear off the remaining head.

As the dead emperor fell to the ground, flames eating up its body, Ember stood triumphantly over it and gave one last roar of victory. She felt her body weakening, not noticing Oceana coming up behind her as she slowly slipped to the floor. 

To her, her injuries didn’t matter; she’d won. The clan would be safe, and her job was done. The emperor was dead for good. 

[flowerbloom-arts]

Muddler please :3

EEEEEEEEEEEE okay let's do this!!

First impression: "Oh wow I can't believe the 90s series missed up his name- OMG BEST BOY"

So it all started back when I joined the fandom in September of 2020 and I was doing some very rudimentary research on the characters to make fanart and such, and that involved looking up wikifandom articles on the characters, including Joxter and Muddler. I clicked on Muddler's name from Sniff's wiki and read through it and I was very hooked until I read this line:

“However, he is a very enthusiastic person filled with love for both his belongings and others.”

- Muddler's fandom wiki

And I metaphorically slammed my hands on the metaphorical table and declared Muddler my best boy, and that's why the obsession got rolling and how I came to be as the first and active Muddler simp of the Moomin fandom.

I personally latched onto Muddler very hard and I was in a bad place at the time so I picked him up, held him above my head and ran with him beyond the desert horizon, into the orange sunset while howling and yodeling gleefully with mania.

Impression now: "M. What have I done."

He is both my baby boy and my husband but I don't like saying it that way because it sounds super weird without context or fandom mindset, but it's the most apt way of describing my relationship with him as a character.

I'm sure my content of him and my unhinged ramblings in the tags of those drawings tells you alot about how I feel about him but in case you need a summary: I need a hug from him and him specifically, I crave it, in fact, but I also wanna pat him and kiss his forehead gently to say that everything is going to be alright.

He is my number one favorite character, he is my Joxter as much as Juddler is my Snufmin.

Favorite moment: Hoooo gosh how do I pick... I haven't really thought about a favorite moment with him as much as I think about him alot, weirdly enough. I guess my favorite canon moment with him is from the 90s series where Joxter as asks M- Fuddler, how he sleeps on all his "useless junk" and he simply replies:

"These are all my valued possessions!"

And it's really iconic to me, it's like, his version of Joxter's "I don't understand signs!"

It barely answers the question posed to him, it's said so casually, and it characterizes him very straight-to-the-point.

Idea for a story: Oh body I'd be here all day to list all of the story ideas I have. My first one I ever had about him has a buddy-roadtrip adventure between him and Joxter on their way to Moominvalley for the epilogue of Memoirs.

But one story idea that I guess would really push his character would be one where Sniff makes a deal with Stinky or something, it turns into a monkey's paw situation where Stinky steals other people's stuff, it gets to Muddler and Muddler goes absolutely insane trying to find the thief going as far as to create a very elaborate trap for the thief and when he is just very irrationally angry and erratic. When he finds out why Stinky's been stealing he is absolutely pissed at Sniff but rather than taking it out of Sniff he takes it out on Stinky by kicking him out and telling him to give everything back or else, and then Muddler sits on a cliff to have a mental breakdown about his behavior.

Unpopular opinion: I think Muddler suffers from the same infantilization problem that alot of anxious or autistic and nice. Like yes of course he's cowardly, of course he would run away from danger, of course he's not the brightest bulb in the box, of course he would cry at any slight perceived against him, but his cowardice and disposition of being overly emotional comes from a place of deep trauma and fear of pain or rejection rather than the childish naivety.

Favorite relationship: I'm stuck between his relationship with Hodgkins and Joxter for this one. One is a very sweet but somewhat upsetting story of an orphan getting adopted by an emotionally distant and neurodivergent uncle and partially failing to take care of his nephew and the other is a love story that makes me soft as the woolen clouds that covered the deck of the Oshun Oxtra.

Favorite headcanon: Muddler is intersex. It's an original headcanon I came up with and it's mostly baseless aside from his terrible posture, layers of clothing and ability to reproduce with a woman, I just think it creates alot of possibilities and interesting facets that would explain some things and make things more interesting.

[spnfanficpond]

May 2021 Angel Fish Awards

(Angel Fish design by @slytherkins!!)

WELCOME TO THIS MONTH’S ANGEL FISH AWARDS!

Every month all of you fantastic writers work your asses off to post some truly incredible stories. Our Angel Fish Awards are the way for all of us, as a community of writers and readers, to lift each other up and give praise to those who have captured our attention and deserve a few kind words.

The monthly Angel Fish Awards are peer-nominated, meaning ANYONE (you don’t have to be a member) CAN NOMINATE ANY POND MEMBER’S FIC. Everyone in this community deserves to be showered with love and feedback, and we hope that this fun, thoughtful award will do just that.

Be sure to read through this whole post as people who were nominated more than once only had one tag activated for tumblr tagging purposes!

WITHOUT FURTHER ADO, HERE ARE THIS MONTH’S ANGEL FISH AWARDS!

Nominated by @mrswhozeewhatsis

Dean's Last Summer Day by @cloverhighfive

I'm not sure I have the words for this one. Destiel, kinda fluffy, kinda angtsy, will DEFINITELY make you cry? Keep the tissues handy, because this is just too beautiful!

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Nominated by @firefly-in-darkness

Life's Lessons (series) by @deangirl93

This series was AMAZING! I loved every second of their story and I was hooked from beginning to end!

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Nominated by @emblue-sparks

Succubus by @samsexualdeancurious

Loved how their banter was so on point and Sam was so gentle with Dean.

Reassurance by @ samsexualdeancurious

Loved how chill and collected Dom Dean was, even when Sam wasn't.

Three Plus One Equals Four by @ samsexualdeancurious

Thoroughly impressed with how she balanced four guys so well, it can be daunting to write but she did well and it was hot!

Pineapple & Pizza by @ cloverhighfive

Because writing miscommunication & confusion over a pineapple sex meme is the Destiel trope we never knew we needed! Dean's promise to Cas he can see his "little pineapple" later was so damn CUTE.

White Chapel by @bees0are0awesome [Editor's Note - Bees appears to no longer be at this URL. If anyone knows them and where they've moved to, please let us know!]

This Destiel Jack-the-Ripper(esque) thriller was suitably chilling. The way she characterized TFW was so well done and the research put into the fic, even so the characters spoke in the period English vernacular, was incredible.

Wedding Gift by @lifeisdabubbles-undersalmondean

As a Chevy enthusiast, I love authors giving Baby some love. Getting to drive Baby would be a dream come true, I loved it!

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Nominated by @negans-lucille-tblr

Bringing the Heat by @becs-bunker

Hoooo boy. This one was so hot, I needed the pool from the fic to cool me down. Bonus points if Sam was in it 🤣

You Broke Us by @hoboal87

This one is a delicious mix of angsty and dark and smutty! Love it!

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Nominated by @supernatural-jackles

I Fell For You by @luci-in-trenchcoats

This story is a true masterpiece! The relationship from the very start of the series, up until this point is something I love to read about. It's just so healthy and real feeling that I just can't get enough of it. This series brings me an immense sense of comfort, which is one of the things I look for in a series. Michelle does an exceptional job at it on a regular basis, and yet, can still knock me off my feet with it. This series is a must read!

A Little Trip - Amusement Park by @mariekoukie6661

So proud of Marie for finishing this fic!! It is everything I want for the Winchester brother's to experience!! It's fun, and sweet! Marie did an amazing job with it ♥

Perfect by @ mrswhozeewhatsis

Honestly, I just love this fic! It hurts me in the best ways and it reminds me of the reason why I fell in love with fanfiction. The way my heart tugs in my chest reading this is one of the best feelings I have. I search and long for fics like this and this one is perfect (no pun intended). Michelle does an amazing job at making me feel!

Do It For Me by @thoughtslikeaminefield

This one is so damn good and hot and everything you need from Dean Winchester! I don't have words for this one other than it is a MUST READ!

Always There to Get Me Goin' by @ luci-in-trenchcoats

Ackles arm porn!! Okay, but really! This fic is just as hot as it is sweet! I love the dynamic in their relationship and it feels so comfortable!! It's a must read for all Ackles readers!

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Nominated by @princessmisery666

Toes In The Sand by @fangirlxwritesx67

This ripped my heart out of my chest but then wrapped it sugar coated candy and put it back.

F*** the SPN ending. THIS. THIS RIGHT F****** HERE is how it ended and no one can tell me otherwise. I’ve been looking for something for so long that would ease some of the hurt of the show being over and HATING the idea of Sam living a life without Dean. But this healed this fangirls heart.

[Editor's Note: Consider this nomination seconded!! This is so good!!

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Nominated by @slytherkins

One Plus One Makes Five by @thegirlwhorunswithwinchesters

The sweetest, fluffiest thing I've ever read. Happy!Domestic!Dean is just *chef's kiss* And the ending? Just precious. This fic is a tiny morsel of toothrot, and it's fantastic.

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Nominated by @peridottea91

Sleep Tight by @thinkinghardhardlythinking

This was all manners of hot and was just a different concept than what I usually see from smut fics, especially Sam x Reader fics. I loved it!! 10 out of 10!!!

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Nominated by @wildfirewinchester

A Stranger In Need by @percywinchester27

This is by far one of my favorite Sam fics lately. He's witty and kind, and he doesn't reveal everything about himself up front, even though he never lies or covers up the truth. Ana writes his character so well in all of her stories, and the reader is both relatable and believable. I swoon every time I read this fic because a) I love Sam Winchester, b) it's beautifully written and I can focus on what's happening instead of trying to decipher what the writer is trying to say, and c) it's such an interesting plot that it pulls you write in!

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Nominated by @katelynw93

Trainwreck by @msmarvelouswinchester

This fic was so beautifully written and it made me feel so many different emotions. It was heartbreaking and full of so much angst and fluff and uuuugh, there aren't enough words to describe this fic. It's wonderful. <3

Hunted (series) by @that-one-gay-girl

This series and this author are both wonderful. There are so many emotions that have been put into this series and I'd be a mistake not to read it! <3

Always There by @sams-sass

This fic brought me to literal tears. It was so thoughtful and sweet and exactly what I needed to read when I read it! It's amazing and so wonderfully written.

Sweet Dreams by @winchest09

This fic made me feel so many, many good things. I looooved very bit of it! If you're a Sam girl than this is DEFINITELY the fic for you!! It's hot and steamy and just... delicious. It's a must read!

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Nominated by @cloverhighfive

Sticks and Stones May Break My Bones, but Words Might Get Me Laid by @slytherkins

You know how it is. You've read a few things from an author and then BAM you find a thing you haven't read and OH

This one, it's got a great progression, a great pull and tug between wanting, needing, but being stuck. And then it's hot and soft in the best of ways, so much consent, and even if it's hot it's fluff. Cas and Dean are so in character. It's the best of everything.

And of course, keeping it as close to canon feels as possible, that little angsty twist.

But oh. They're together so that counts for everything.

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Nominated by @fictionalabyss

Fairy Tale by @wingedcatninja

I haven't had a lot of time for reading lately, but I've been enjoying the little prompt drabbles that have started coming out for June. So far this one is my favourite that had me laughing. I can just picture Dean's crazy frantic screams rofl. I'm genuinely very excited to see what the rest of the month holds.

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Nominated by @peridottea91

In Search Of A Happy Ending by @idreamofplaid

Omg this story!!!! It was domestic and short but sweet and fluffy!!!! Just *chef's kiss* perfection!!!

THANK YOU ALL FOR THE AWESOME WORK AND GREAT FEEDBACK!

These are not actual awards! This system is set up so everyone in the Pond has a chance to share the love and promote a fic/author that has grabbed your attention. The more people that participate, and the more everyone remembers to submit their own fics after posting, the better this will be :D

THANK YOU ALL AGAIN, KEEP UP THE AMAZING WORK, AND AS ALWAYS, HAPPY WRITING!

[egcdeath]

can you give me some steve fic recs plzzzzzzz

of course!

no vacancies by @babycap

this fic has fwb reader and steve, and it takes place post civil war, so they're on the run. i highly suggest it if you need you need to hit your angst quota for the day. it's so heartbreaking. so hot. so poetic. i honestly recommend all of dev's masterlist because she is so goddamn talented.

flavor of the week by @starfleetstgmgr

this fic is so cute and soft! super fluffy and perfect for when you need a pick-me-up after a long day. i love the way that steve is written in this, and their dynamic is absolutely adorable.

sunshine by @sweetlyscared

this is a dark fic that is pretty damn dark. its absolutely amazing though, so if you can handle some darker themes you should ABSOLUTELY read this. i read it a while back, but i still find myself thinking about it from time to time. you will be haunted by this fic in the best kind of way.

you're losing your mind, calling me a hundred times by @blueberrybelova

this was an entry into my sitcom challenge, and it is absolutely gut wrenching. i do love some angst, and hoooo boy is this angsty. definitely read this if you wanna suffer a little.

three’s a crowd by lodgedinmythoughts

a little angst, a little jealous steve, what more could you want? i love this fic so much, it hits the spot every time.

every author i've added here is so talented and you should definitely check out their masterlists! these are just what i could come with off the top of my head. if you'd like more, i tag every fic i reblog with "fic rec" 😊

[1kook]

subdued

— good boy joon on his bday x fem reader

summary; He could so easily take you over in the bedroom, push you down and ram himself inside until you cried. But it’s the other way around, and he likes it that way. tags; birthday boy joon, solo rapper joon, college student reader (unspecified year/age lol), this entire fic is based off THIS joon everyone look and never forget him warnings; kissing, blowjobs, grinding, unprotected, birthday sex, sub!joon word count; 5k

notes; hoooo boy, if you think my other fics were self-indulgent, this one is straight from my 3 am thoughts... anyway. i actually have the same birthday as joon so this fantasy plays off very different in daydream universe no. 794 lol but i understand not everyone is as lucky as us sept 12 babies so i adjusted it 😌

The stoplight down the street from his building takes the longest. He had warned you of its faulty mechanics the very first time you visited. It lingered on red a beat too long, wasted precious seconds you could be spending with him. It’s been the sole challenger to your patience this past year. Every time you wanted to visit him, it was this same stoplight that held you up— made the sugar in his coffee cup settle, the food in its container go cold. It absolutely dampened your mood.

Today, it’s from the back of an Uber that you watch the red glow of the light, gaze fading in and out of focus. It’s raining, the rhythmic pattering of raindrops against the wind shield hypnotizing you. There’s a styrofoam box of takeout beside you falling into the same fate as all its predecessors, tucked inside a plastic bag. It’s his favorite today, the black bean noodles down the street from your university paired with a sickeningly sweet fizzy drink. (There’s a cheap bottle of wine too, but he was never one for getting shitfaced so it had a slim chance of consumption.)

The longer the light stalls, the more nervous you become. One glance at your phone tells you it’s nearing eleven forty-nine, your last message to him just a few minutes before. It was a slew of sad faces as you apologized for the fifth time that night. Another minute ticks by and you’re suddenly hit with the overwhelming fear that you won’t make it on time.

It was Namjoon’s birthday.

At least it would be for the next ten minutes.

You hadn’t seen him all day, your usual Saturday morning brunch postponed by your conflicting schedules. You had a huge group project coming up, and the other students in your group all had lives of their own, jobs, sports, dates, that made their schedules hard to work around. Namjoon, too, was busy gearing up for the release of his mixtape, a collection of songs he had worked hard on for the better half of the year.

He had been planning for this since you first met, around this time the previous year. It was all he ever spoke about these days, which was both endearing and worrisome. Regardless of how you felt about his avid dedication towards his mixtape, you would continue to support him through it all.

You were supposed to drop by after your last class, but one thing led to another and suddenly you were babysitting your neighbor’s kids as she ran off to the hospital. You had felt bad for her, something about a relative in an accident, and had said yes without thinking through what exactly that meant. Two overexcited children and a kitchen lined in cake batter, is what it meant. Your neighbor had returned a little before eleven, and by then you were really cutting it close.

The order you placed had been ready when you got to the little restaurant, and, deciding to forgo bus stop waiting times, the Uber came quickly enough. Because things can never go your way, there was a small accident on one of the major streets that set you back, leading to your driver taking an abrupt detour that you doubt was helpful, and now you were here.

You bite down on your lower lip for probably the umpteenth time, flipping your phone around to check the time. 11:52.

The light changes a second later, your chauffeur for the evening slowly easing his foot off the break and sending the two of you one step closer to your boyfriend. The movement doesn’t ease your nerves in the slightest, foot tapping wildly against the carpeted flooring of the backseat as you think of that creaky elevator. Will it be on your side today? Or will it force you to run four flights of stairs up to his floor?

You won’t know until you get there, absentmindedly tipping the poor soul who bore witness to the rolling waves of tension that had swamped your body tonight. You can only hope it’s an appropriate bill, taking off toward the front doors of his building. The water on the sidewalk splashes beneath your frantic footsteps, tickling your bare ankles. The black boots you wore that day did nothing to save you, a small gust of cold air trying to sweep up beneath the thin material of your dress, luckily to no avail.

The front area is as empty as it usually is, though you doubt the late hour would change that. Knuckle jammed harshly against the flickering elevator button, you wait impatiently for it to descend. His small label takes up the entirety of the fourth floor, studios squeezed beside meeting rooms and offices. It was by no means a monster record label, but it had gained enough fame from the quality soloists it produced over the years; Namjoon was quickly becoming one of those. The carriage is on the fifth floor, right above his, the digital panel beside you says. It passes his floor, passes the fourth, and then… nothing.

You curse every deity in the universe as you watch it freeze on the second floor. You had been so close, you groan, kicking the tip of your shoe against the metal doors. It does nothing to fix the broken elevator, and with one heavy sigh, you turn to the flight of stairs. It was 11:54 now.

The stairway is silent, off-grey concrete walls mocking you as the time continues to tick down. Holding the plastic bag to your chest, you start up the stairs in a hurry. The rustling of the bag grows annoying quickly, your thighs aching half way up. The platforms between floors provide nearly no reprieve before you ascend the next level of stairs, heaving for air as you turn onto the final platform before his floor. Your hair sticks uncomfortably to the back of your neck.

You can’t fling the door open fast enough, heart hammering between your rib cage. The hallway is filled with blissful air conditioning, nothing like the stuffy air of the staircase. You relish in it for a second before taking down the winding halls, torpedoing straight into the room your boyfriend’s in.

“Happy birthday,” you gasp, only hoping you made it in on time. Your sudden appearance has him whirling around in surprise, dark eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets at his surprise intruder. The digital clock above one of his speakers blinks back at you. 11:59.

The surprise wears off soon enough. Namjoon melts back into his puffy chair, easy going smile taking over his features as he regards your ruffled appearance. “Jesus, what’ve you been up to?” he teases playfully, standing up to relieve you of the bag in your hand, still warm against your chest.

He brushes a kiss against your forehead, placing the plastic bag somewhere off behind him before enveloping you in your arms. “Thank you, baby,” he hums, strong arms wrapped around your shoulders. Almost immediately the tension in your body melts away, oozes out of your skin as you bury yourself against his chest. It feels good to be there, the faint cologne from that morning clinging to his white zip-up.

“Sorry I’m so late,” you murmur. Feeling comforted enough, you pull away from your hiding spot against his chest. The arms hanging loosely around your waist don’t let you get too far, low-lidded eyes staring down at you over the straight angle of his nose. “So much happened today— I’m sorry.”

Namjoon waves your apologies off as he guides you towards his computer chair. He plops down first, pulling you over to sit on his thigh. The clock ticks by, and suddenly his birthday is over. The scent of the noodles fills his dark studio, and you become acutely aware of the soft melody drifting from his speakers. Nothing too developed yet, just a simple piano with a bass drum kicking in.

“Another year, another grey hair,” he sighs, leaning back against his seat. You laugh at his dramatics, running a finger through the head full of silver hairs he’s rocking this time around.

“I fail to see the issue,” you muse, shifting about until you can loop your arms around his neck, pulling his face close enough to yours to kiss. He lets you, opening his mouth when your tongue prods against his plush, doll lips. He tastes of that energy drink you know is bad for him, the one that keeps him up way past his nonexistent bedtime. You should scold him for it, but there’s something about the way he molds his mouth against yours that makes it difficult to pull away and do so. You kiss him for a few minutes, lips casually molding against each other.

The enticing scent of the food you brought over has you pulling away with a soft smack of your lips, lazily grinning down at him. “You should eat,” you encourage, attempting to move out of his grip. If anything, the hands on the small of your back stiffen, keeping you comfortably pressed against him.

“Don’t want to,” he whines, half-lidded eyes gazing at you with that tender look. He leans back in, nudges his nose against yours until you’re moving to accommodate him again. His lips catch yours a second time, a soft sigh released on his end. His body feels like a furnace, swaddled up in that nice white tracksuit, some fancy brand he’s an ambassador for. There’s something about him that’s different today, cherry lips catching you in a daze. He seems totally aware of the pull he has over you, moving his mouth against yours like he knows he’s won you over and was now ready to dedicate the rest of the night to you.

You weren’t having any of that, at least not tonight.

Knitting your hands in his hair, you tug. You tug and tug until he’s releasing you with a whine, swollen red lips shiny from your lip gloss. It’s certainly a look on him, and as he pants beneath you, you’re left wondering why he’s chosen to be an elusive rapper when his doll-like face could easily blend into the idol world.

Another mystery you’ll never solve.

“Missed you today,” he admits bashfully, lips pulling into a shy smile he tries to hide from you. You reward his confession with a soft peck against his cheek, hands cupping his soft cheeks between your palms. Despite how easily you’d been forgiven before, there’s a tinge of a whine curling around his next words. “Who blows someone off on their birthday?” he mumbles, eyes fluttering shut.

You chuckle, tracing your thumbs over his skin. They just barely brush against the corners of his mouth, the soft flesh begging to be touched. “Who spends their birthday cooped up in a tiny room?” you reply teasingly, leaning in to kiss the mole beneath his plump lips.

Namjoon inhales softly, head lolling backwards as you kiss down his chin, over his pulse point. “Was inspired,” he weakly defends, the grip around your waist growing tight. “There was a pretty girl in my dreams last night.”

“Oh?” You hum, slithering off his lap. The floor mat he has beneath his rolling chair to protect his hardwood floors is cold. There’s ridges on it that press uncomfortably into your knees. But all that is forgotten when you roll your hands over his shoulders, kiss his neck tenderly, and he groans. “How pretty?”

Your back is straining from being awkwardly stretched over him in a desperate attempt to kiss the entire column of his neck. He doesn’t make it easier, hips wiggling before you as you nip against the side of his neck. “Joon?” you coo, sliding your hands down his chest. The muscles jump beneath his zip-up, one shuddering exhale escaping him.

“R-Real fuckin’ gorgeous,” he mumbles, hands circling your shoulders. He wants to pull you close like he always does, but you can tell he’s equally as conflicted by the need to push you down onto his cock.

The front zip of his sweater gives with one tug, the clicks of the teeth coming apart following your hand down. He’s wearing a plain white shirt underneath, the beginnings of sweat clinging to the flimsy material. You place your hands around his waist, let the fabric catch over your knuckles as you glide them upwards. The sinewy muscle quivers under your touch, Namjoon’s breath catching in your throat.

When you reach his pecs, he barely contains the whimper in his throat, hands releasing you in favor of clutching at the armrest. “Please,” he huffs, the white zip-up halting you from pushing any further. “Off.”

“Of course,” you purr, pushing it over his deltoids. He doesn’t shake the sweater off completely, the sleeves catching over each other in his haste to feel you closer against his body. The t-shirt remains tugged up to his chest, held up by your wandering hands. “Relax for me, okay?” you croon, leaning forward to nip at his lower lip. The plush skin bounces back, redder than ever. He nods shakily, chest rising and falling.

You place a kiss directly on his sternum, his heart fluttering wildly just a few inches away. You feel it beneath your palm, the way it beats wildly out of rhythm for you. The music loops back around, the same melodious tune mixing with his airy sounds. You trail your mouth lower, letting it mold against the faint ridges over his abdomen.

He’s been putting on muscle these last few months. It’s a sight you only get to appreciate in moments like these. Namjoon wasn’t a flashy performer; he was too shy to wear revealing outfits, not that they particularly fit his onstage aesthetic anyway. He liked it simple and dark, wanting his words to capture people more than his looks.

It was a humble approach, really, because you don’t doubt for a second someone with looks of his caliber couldn’t pull fans with that alone. But as you said before, Namjoon didn’t like that sort of thing, and you suppose that’s why he’s declined invitations to join rookie boy groups time and again. He had worked hard to make himself known on his own, frequenting various hip hop scenes until he picked up steam. By the time you’d met him, he had his own contract, with this same company you’re currently in.

Now he was freshly twenty-six, on the cusp of releasing his first full mixtape, completely of his own creativity. His first mini-album had done extraordinarily well, but there had been a lot of outside partners and producers that pushed it along. This mixtape was one hundred percent him, a fact you couldn’t be more proud of.

What better way to treat him than to shower him in attention like this?

You press a soft kiss to his belly button, glancing up just in time to see those plush lips pull into a smile, pearly white teeth appearing in between, eyes fluttered shut. The waistband of his matching bottoms stretches easily enough, giving you a brief view of the dark underwear he’s got underneath. You let it snap back into place, relishing in the tiny gasp he gives. “You’re acting extra sweet for me today, aren’t you?” you smirk, running a palm over the bulge beneath his pants. His knuckles tighten dangerously against his armrests.

“I’m the same,” he chokes out, eyes rolling to the back of his head when you give his outline a teasing squeeze. “Just… lower please.”

His statement is followed with one hand on the back of your head, tentatively urging you closer to his stiff member just an inch. He’s so polite and shy tonight, cheeks tinted a nice rosy color as he looks away from your lewd expression practically salivating over the prize hidden beneath his clothes. His bottoms come down around his thighs, throbbing cock bouncing up to tap his stomach.

“Oooh,” you say appreciatively, taking him in your hand. Namjoon flinches, a groan catching in his throat as you trail your fingers over his cock. They end at the tip, swollen and red; you can’t help yourself as you duck down, kissing the tip softly. Namjoon full on shivers, hips bucking against your touch.

“Please, just... touch,” he begs, wiggling around underneath you.

You nod, pulling away to plant your hands against his hips. “Have to sit still for me, big boy,” you remind him, pushing down until his bottom glues itself firmly to the leather padding of his chair again. He does so with a huff. Clouded eyes meet yours, so beautifully framed by the blood that rushes to his face.

Despite calming him just moments before, the first kiss against his tip makes him squirm and buck like a wild stallion, your name falling from his lips like a mantra. Eventually he calms down, labored breath fanning across his chest as he watches you lower your mouth down around his cock. It twitches in your hand, one perfect pearl of cum oozing from the tip. It’s barely rolled down past his head when you strike, the tip of your tongue scooping it up quickly.

A little on the salty side, but it still makes you shudder. Above you, Namjoon isn't faring that well either. He groans, hands clenched over the armrest as he tries his best to be good for you. “More,” he says hoarsely, silver hair dangling over his eyes. It creates a curtain between you two, his beautiful expression hidden from your view.

You ease his cock down your mouth. It feels just as good as you remembered. Your knees ache from being on the ground, but you wouldn’t trade places with anyone in the world right now. An inaudible moan resonates from above you, his back going stiff the further down you swallow him. You could practically feel yourself drooling, excess saliva making his entrance into your mouth so much easier. You get about two thirds down before it becomes difficult, lips pulled taut around his swollen member. The tip is reaching dangerous territory now, nudging against the soft spot in the back of your throat.

You could gag, but that would only startle him away, make him worry about you. You don’t want that, not when he’s melting into his seat with every inch you swallow. So you push the discomfort away, focus on feeling the entirety of his cock in your mouth.

“Fuck,” he whines, shaking his silvery locks away from his eyes when he leans forward to look at you. You take extra care to bat your lashes up at him; he obviously likes the sight, his lower lip catching between his teeth for the umpteenth time that night.

When you finally surpass that initial discomfort, his cock wonderfully resting in your mouth and throat, everything becomes so much better. The drag against your lips feels almost heavenly, never mind the fact it would certainly leave the skin around there soft and tender tomorrow. It’s something you’re willing to overlook, running the flat length of your tongue against the underside of his cock to distract him.

You make one hand busy, reaching down to cup his balls. The skin is soft, but tight, like it’s taking everything in him not to bust right now. The other situates itself loosely against his hip, thumb drawing slow circles against the skin. He’s grown hotter since you’ve gotten here, like your own personal furnace.

He’s a good boy, through and through.

It had admittedly taken a while to tame his wildness; there had been a time where he would push your head down his cock the second your lips touched his mouth. Now, he fared pretty well against his own carnal instincts, blunt nails digging into the armrests in order to stop himself. Thanks to this, you’re able to pick up a comfortable pace against his cock, bobbing up and down between his thighs.

“M-More,” he pants, muscles trembling from the exertion it takes for him to hold himself back. “Please,” he throws in.

You appease him, letting go of his balls to grip the base of his cock. He hisses at the touch, hips unconsciously jumping. You hold him tight, squeezing his cock between your palm until his thighs are quivering too. The descent down his cock is easier too, no longer trying to swallow him up whole every time.

It only calms him for so long before that same plea is falling from his lips again. This time, you pull off completely, lazily jerking him off as you rest an elbow on his thigh, chin falling into your open palm as you analyze his figure. “Always need more,” you sigh, the slippery sound of your hand mingling with his little moans.

Namjoon’s jaw tightens, head falling forward until his chin touches his chest. “Would like to fuck now,” he seethes, his t-shirt growing damp at the collar from all the sweating he’s been doing.

“Is that so?” You smile. As you say this, you loosen your grip, letting your hand fall away much to his dismay. “Your clothes, Joon,” you explain, using his thighs as leverage to push yourself to your feet again. There’s creases on the skin over your knees, skin and joints tender from the position. That gets pushed to the back burner as you watch Namjoon finally fight his way out of his clothing, hands stuck in the sleeves of his zip-up.

“Off, off,” he huffs, eventually tugging it off all inside out. The shirt is next, neck hole stretched huge as he peels it away from his body.

You muffle a giggle behind your palm, placing a hand on his bare shoulder when he’s done. He’s looking at you with those same, desperate eyes, stealing your heart without even realizing. “Adorable,” you tease only to watch the blood crawl over his ears and down his neck. You throw a leg over him, his thigh pressing against yours. Before you can mount him you’re tugging off the thin jacket you’d worn that day, pawing it off until only the thin barrier of your dress is between the two of you.

With both knees pressed to either side of him, you finally show him what he wants to see. The sundress you’d worn that day makes everything so accessible. The flimsy material stretches over your ass, sits pretty around your waist to reveal your sheer panties. The sight makes Namjoon groan, eyes downcast as he fights to see your pussy. You return his gaze with a hand against his jaw. “Look at me, sweetheart,” you murmur, looping your hands around his head, finding their place on the nape of his neck first. Your fingers instinctively run through his locks, drawing an airy gasp from him.

“Yes,” he breathes, lower lip brushing against yours from such close proximity. You smile down at him, easing your core down on him. His cock pressed against your clothed panties, leaving a wet trail against the exterior side of them.

He fits snugly between your folds, hesitant hands resting at your hips like he wants to grind you down but knows better than to attempt such a bold move. You reward his behavior with a faint kiss against his cheek. “Good boy, Joonie,” you praise, barely containing your own gasp as you wiggle over his cock. “Being so nice for me today,” you sigh, grinding down against him.

Namjoon shivers, cock throbbing against your soiled panties. “Always good for you,” he groans, a trail of sweat running down from his hairline.

Another kiss is pressed against his face, this time against his cheekbone as you begin grinding back and forth. “That’s right,” you confirm, hugging him tight to your chest, until his face is practically buried between your breasts. “Even on your birthday,” you sigh, stretching a hand behind you to tug your panties to the side. The first glide of his cock against your folds has him bucking against you, a choked gasp escaping both your lips.

“I-Yes,” he cries, hands wrapped tight around you.

You bite down a whimper, his length running over every inch of your folds. It makes your toes curl when he stimulates your clit. Your attention had been solely on making him feel good tonight, that the barest amounts of pleasure to your own body was enough to make you shake. “Tell me,” you pant, moving back to grab him by the shoulders as you run against his length. “What you would do if you weren’t my good boy.”

Namjoon cries at your sudden pace, head lolling back as he fights every instinct in his body telling him to just fuck right into your inviting heat. “Can’t,” he sobs, eyes squeezed shut.

“Joon,” you growl, snapping your hips forward roughly. “Tell me.”

He shakes his head with another whimper, thigh muscles jolting beneath you. It makes you shift forward, clit running hard along his cock. “No, you’ll—“ he wheezes, fingers digging deep into your sides now. “You’ll… think I’m bad. Dirty.”

You lean forward, shove your tongue into his mouth with no warning. He moans, letting you push his tongue around until yours is halfway down his throat, licking and slurping every inch of him you can reach. You yank his head back by the hair, catching those watery eyes. “Tell me all your dirty thoughts,” you croon, lips trailing down his jaw. “Tell me them and maybe we’ll make them come true.”

Namjoon moans. “You,” he hesitates. While he does that, you reach down to align his cock with your hole, throbbing to be filled. His tip brushes along the tightened lips surrounding your entrance, reducing him to a stuttering mess. “You tell me I’m dirty,” he cries, “dirty and messy, and-and you make me beg for forgiveness just to cum, s-sometimes you don’t like it and make me d-do it again,” he babbles. “I-if you’re feeling mean y-you just edge me. Until I cry.”

You sink down on his cock, your shared arousal making the glide slippery and so wet. It’s almost too easy how he fits inside of you, your back arching as the head of his cock runs deliciously against your walls. The sensation of your cunt wrapped tightly around his cock has him gasping for air.

“Until you cry?” You repeat through clenched teeth. “Like you are now?”

Namjoon trembles, hips and thighs twitching every few minutes. He nods his head, but he’s become overwhelmed by his thoughts and your touches, so the movement ends up looking more dazed. There’s a couple tears that escaped and painted pretty trails down his cheeks, one catching on the corner of that pout of his. The rest pool in the corner of his eyes, glassy just like his sweat-soaked skin.

“Happy birthday,” you mumble, brushing his hair away from his face to press a kiss against his forehead. Namjoon groans. “Fuck me, baby,” you purr, wrapping your hands around his neck again. “You deserve it.”

Namjoon lets out a loud cry at your permission, hands tightening around your hips. He wastes no time, bucking into you like a wild animal that’s desperate to cum. You don’t blame him; he’d been close to cumming down your throat, and recounting his demeaning fantasies while stuffed deep inside you certainly didn’t help.

You let him jostle you to and fro, dick slipping in and out of your pussy with an unreal amount of force. He was grunting all kinds of sounds against your shoulder, biting down on the skin like it would calm him. It doesn’t, and you already know there will be a big bruise to attend to tomorrow.

With every thrust, the head of his cock rubs against that sensitive spot in your pussy, back arching at the angle he pushes in at. It makes every hair on your body stand, the animalistic sounds he’s releasing reaching deep into your core.

It’s a brief reminder of what this man was truly capable of, buff arms and thick thighs lifting you around like you’re nothing. He could so easily take you over in the bedroom, push you down and ram himself inside until you cried. But it’s the other way around, and he likes it that way.

Well, you liked it that way too, especially if it meant having this big strong man so pliant under your touch.

“Fuck,” you moan, holding the back of his head closer to where he’s seemingly set on bruising your entire shoulder. “Just like that.”

Your walls clench around his length, squeezing him so tight that it becomes difficult for him to move. A wail catches in his throat, his body beginning to burn out from the initial burst of energy he’d received when you gave him the go ahead. “I-I,” he pants, weakly and unevenly bucking into you. You know he’s close from the cute wavering of his speech, his usual eloquent speaking style reduced to a stuttering mess. You take pity on him, gearing your muscles up again to see him to completion.

It doesn’t take long. A few slow rolls of your hips later and he’s spasming beneath you, your name rolling off his tongue in a series of soft whimpers. He continues groaning even afterwards, hands falling limply to his sides as you finish yourself off.

The thing about this big strong body was that it burned out extremely fast, his head rolling back to give you a clear view of his fucked out features. He was tired, absolutely drained from your little moment, and such was exhibited on his lax frame. Your orgasm rolls around right after, stomach clenching. Despite the shock of pleasure that swallows you up, you can’t help the endeared smile that takes over your features at the sight beneath you as you cum.

“So proud of you,” you murmur afterwards, cupping his face in your hands to deliver a brigade of kisses against his skin. He groans in faux annoyance, letting you turn him this way and that as you shower him in affection. “My baby did so well today.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he huffs, though the ghost of a smile tugs at his lips. “What’s there to eat?”

You snort, pushing yourself off of him. You wiggle your panties and dress back into place, tossing him his discarded shirt as you make toward the noodles. They’ve probably gone cold by now, neglected in favor of fucking like two bunnies in heat. Still, you give them a poke. Just as you’d predicted, they’re way too cold to be edible, a fact which greatly saddens Namjoon.

You weren’t having any of that, especially not on his birthday (it was 12:49 now, but technically, it’s still his birthday until he goes to sleep), which is why you make him pack everything up right away. “I’ll heat them up at my place,” you assure him, patting his bum as he whines at the sudden relocation. He’s tugging his zip-up on, the collar tugged all the way up for him to hide the lower half of his face behind.

It doesn’t stop you from pressing a kiss over where you know his mouth is.

“Come on,” you grin, waiting for him to lock up his studio. He falls into step beside you, grudgingly throwing a hand around your shoulders. You beam up at him, leaning onto your toes to kiss his cheek. “I’ll make you cry at my place,” you promise, relishing in the dark flush that floods the apples of his cheeks.

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