#i hope this is alright ??

[forgettable-au]

Would you say Sans and Papyrus are closer than Sans and Wingdings?

Ehhh I wouldn't know what to say honestly

The dynamics are different

I guess Sans and Wingdings were closer, but Papyrus and Sans have a better sibling relationship (Though they keep a lot of things secret from each other and that's not great...but they might work that out eventually, they're just trying to protect the other)

Hmm I'm more of a show don't tell person so you're all gonna have to wait and see

Just know that both dynamics have good and bad parts!

[dipperscavern]

Can i request Robb Stark with reader who doesn’t like the cold/gets cold easily?

absolutely!! thank you sm for the ask <3

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you’ve always hated the cold. ironic, considering you live in the north, but it’s true. the heat you can handle. sure, it’s annoying, but you can function. but when you’re cold, all you can think about is the last time you were warm.

the only times you’ll brave the cold are to go to the godswood (and pray for warmth), to hunt, and to ride. anything else can either wait until the sun makes its appearance, or can be done inside the warm halls of winterfell. those are your exceptions.

okay, well, when you said hunting — you meant by yourself. maybe theon. you did not mean the entire royal hunting party of winterfell.

your first response was to deny the invitation to the day-long affair of bracing the cold, but you’re the best archer in winterfell. they need you. and ned stark himself asked you to come, so here you were. trudging through the wolfswood, draped in furs & freezing your arse off.

“I can’t believe she’s doin’ it. Look at her..” theon murmurs to robb. robb nods, the corners of his lips tugging up in a smirk as he watches you.

you’re tightly wound, trying to conserve what little warmth you have. you practically radiate dislike, and theons got bets on how long you’ll last until you call upon the old gods to strike the entire forest down (midday). your horse doesn’t carry your disdain for the snow. having been bred for the cold, it dutifully marches on — allowing you to hug yourself tightly, conserving what little warmth you have.

robb’s brows pinch in sympathy knowing your misery, but he can’t help the silent thanks he gives to the gods for dragging you out here. to rectify that, he sends a silent prayer to ask that the stag that was spotted is caught quickly, so you can retreat back to the heated halls of winterfell. he’s not entirely selfish.

apparently the gods are not taking prayers today.

every time the scent is picked up or tracks are spotted, they’re lost just as easily. even greywind isn’t having any luck — but then again, he’s barely the size of a dog. even so, robb can see your resolve withering. he attempts to fix it, draping his outermost layered fur coat over you. you lightly shiver, sighing as you feel the extra layer work to trap more of your warmth.

“I owe you my life.”

“You’ll be alright. ‘S not too bad out ‘ere.”

his attempts at making the cold seem better than it actually is only result in you sending him a glare, and he’s not sure he’s ever seen such hatred. your conversation is interrupted by shouts, and the scent is picked up once more. they’ve spotted the animal running off, and ned orders for people to go around & enclose it.

you’re eager to get it over with and be done, ready to return to the fur blankets in your room. ready to be warm.

you tie your horse, getting off & trudging to where you guess it’ll be forced to go. most of everyone is focused on pushing it in this direction, and you can only hope there’s a weirwood around here to hear your prayers. you hear shouts, the hooves of horses, and something tearing through the trees. you raise your bow, notching an arrow & waiting.

“Atta girl!” ned says, arm wrapped around your shoulders.

the stag lays on the ground, dead, with an arrow in its skull. you offer a polite smile, but really, you’re just thanking the gods it’s done with. there’s snow in your boots, you’re shivering, your knuckles are red, and you can feel the cold in your bones. you saunter over to robb and theon, muttering under your breath.

“Curse the cold. Curse the cold. Curse the cold…”

theon snickers to himself, and you have half a mind to knock him off his horse. you’re feeling merciful, and instead choose peace. you untie your horse, eagerly starting the journey back to winterfell.

thanks to your arrow, everyone eats well that night, including you. the hall is warm, the atmosphere filled with laughter & your belly is full — a right reward for getting frostbite on your liver. you decide to retire to bed early, the days activities having you beat. robb walks you to your chambers, and you lean into his warmth. he’s always run hot, and he’s happy to share the body heat.

you arrive to the door, and turn to robb to say goodnight. you subconsciously chase his warmth, grabbing one of his hands & playing with it, feeling your cooler ones heat up from the contact.

“Y’did good today.”

you shrug. “Wasn’t horrible…” you’re lying. it was. robb knows it too.

he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “Still. Know you hate the cold.”

robb’s hand goes to your jaw, tilting it up as he kisses you. his lips are soft, and warm. he’s caught you off guard, and you can feel him smiling against your lips. once the kiss breaks, you both linger in each others presence. has he ever been so charming?

he’s out to prove you right when he leans in, kissing your temple & murmuring a soft “Night, pretty.”

he turns & walks down the hallway, knowing if he looks back he won’t be sleeping in his room. you watch him leave, and you feel your cheeks heat up as you open your door & step inside.

maybe you’ll have to brave the cold more often.

[killerqueenwidow]

🛑 + REVERSE

send 🛑 to clean blood off of my muse after they protected yours.

add + to reverse so receiver is the one cleaning blood off sender.

Natasha looked down at the boy and arched an eyebrow, grabbing another rag. "I could have taken care of that. Why would you do such a thing?" she asked calmly, even if her tone had a bit of a worried edge to it.

@manymusesbym

[tom-foolery-incorporated]

if you're comfortable with it can i request levi sexting reader pls? i just feel like he would be much more confident sexting you from behind a screen than he ever would be when taking action irl

You've got a point, my dude

NSFW MDNI, sexting, AFAB! Reader, gender neutral, racially ambiguous, dirty talk, two dicks for Levi, told through Levi's perspective, 2nd person POV for reader

It was kind of awkward for Leviathan. The way his pants tightened whenever he thought about you. He questioned whether or not you had cast some sort of curse on him but after seeing your less than novice skills casting beginner spells that was quickly ruled out. While you two have been dating for some time, you have never been intimate with each other. Levi was too shy to try to pursue a sexual relationship with you no matter how much he dreamed about having your lips wrapped around one of his cocks while you jack off the other under his desk as he plays video games on his computer.

This desperate want for your body coupled with Levi's shyness ended up with him seeking out demon x human porn. Specifically, Levi would search for human pornstars that look like you and imagine it was him instead of some stupid incubus or succubus fucking you. That's actually where he ended up right now. He fisted his cocks together at the sight of your pornstar doppelgänger getting railed from behind by a large demon. Levi pretended it was you moaning out his name instead of this pornstar moaning for more from their costar. It was honestly becoming torture for poor Levi, not have your warm cunt hole wrapped around cock while the other slips into your ass. Levi got so caught up in the porn he was watching that the sound of his phone vibrating made him jump.

It was you sending him another meme. Levi could feel the warmth and love spreading through his chest. Even though you had just sent him a silly picture of a mouse in a toy car, Levi still felt so loved that you texted that picture to him only instead of the group chat.

That's when the lightbulb appeared over his head. What if he told you how much he wanted you over text. At least then you wouldn't have to see how hard you make him nor his tomato red face and you wouldn't have to hear how he stutters and stumbles over his words. Through text message, Levi could stay partially hidden.

L: MC i need u

U: why? what's wrong? i'll head over rn

L: NO!

L: i mean...

L: i need u so badly U: oh? U: oh.

Crap, did he just gross you out? I mean, who would want to sleep with a gross otaku like him anyway? All he does is just sit in his room and play video games. You'd do better having your pussy filled by some one like Beel or-

U: i want you too. Levi i want ur cock so bad

Levi almost tipped back in his chair and had to swing his arms to grab at his desk. He sputtered like an old timey car with a flush that could make a strawberry look pale. Levi couldn't believe that you wanted him just as badly. When he regained his balance in his chair, he softly wrapped his hand around his top cock and stroked around the head.

U: i wish i was there with you bouncing on your dick

Levi stopped for a second when he realized your wording. Dick? Cock? As in singular? Nervousness began to rise in the back of his throat. You were obviously down to fuck non-human entities but would you be down for non-human genitalia? Levi looked down at his own cocks. The cock on the top was about an inch longer than the one on the bottom. Both were a tad bit darker than the rest of his skin and faded into a lighter blue near the tip. The heads of his cocks were long and pointed with small bumps along the bottom side of his shafts. His cocks curled a little like a tentacle but weren't nearly has flexible as one. Leviathan thought about how his assets compared to a normal human's and the insecurity began to flair up.

L: uhhh,,,

L: MC?

U: what's wrong? did i cross a line?

Fuck you were so cute when you were worried about him. Levi shook his head trying to flush away the lovey-dovey thoughts he had about you in order to break the possibly bad news.

L: i uh dont have a human set up >.>

U: huh?

U: what do you mean?

Leviathan pressed his hand to his mouth trying to figure out how to tell you. Should he just send a picture? The thought of you having a picture of his cocks made him leak a little but his insecurity had a choke hold on him. He decided against sending you a picture and decided you just tell you straight up what he had going on.

L: i have two dicks

Silence. Five minutes had passed an nothing from you. The worst case scenario immediately came to mind: you were going to break up with him because of his weird penises. Levi was about pull his sweats up over his cocks and sob into his bathtub when his phone vibrated.

U: fuck

U: can i see them?

Levi gripped his phone with sweaty palms. You wanted to see them? You wanted to see him? Naked? You wanted to see the penises of a gross otaku like himself? But you were so beautiful and kind and smart and you could do so much better than him! A shiver ran through his spine at the perverted thought of such a degenerate like himself corrupting someone so beautiful as you. He grabbed his top cock and positioned it so the bottom one could be seen as well as he held his phone over his lap and took the picture. It was right when he pressed send that realization hit him. What if you wanted pictures of his penises to make fun of them? To make fun of him? For some reason that idea turned him on even more. Levi's teeth clacked to together at the thought of you calling him gross and perverted for sending you such images.

Levi: <image sent>

U: fuck

U: theyre huge!

U: crap i want them in me so bad rn

L: 0.0 u do?

U: do you think they could both fit in my pussy?

The directness of your text sent Levi into a frenzy. Fuck, he didn't know if they could both fit but he for sure was going to try! The thought of your poor little cunt being so spread and abused on his cocks made him grab his cocks and start rubbing them together, imagining his fist was your juicy walls welcoming him into your body.

L: we could try

L: i want u to ride me rn. i want to see ur pussy swallowing my cocks everytime you bounce up and down

U: fuck yes Levi!

U: i want to see ur face when you cum inside of me. u always look so cute when ur all flustered

Levi whimpered at your last text. He couldn't understand how you thought such a gross otaku like him was cute but how sweet you were being made his dicks throb in need.

U: imagine if i was cockwarming you while u were gaming o///o

L: fuck please MC

U: every time you get a kill i'd ride you a little. u can't cum until you win though~

L: i promise i will MC! i want to fill you with my cum >.<

U: i love you so much levi. are you in ur room rn?

Levi felt all of the air in his chest get trapped in his lungs. Fuck, you wanted to come see him? Is that why you were asking if he was home?

U: <image sent>

Levi's eyes went wide. He could have sworn they rolled right out of his skull when he saw the picture you just sent. You were reclined on your bed with only a shirt on. On closer inspection it was that shirt from your favorite anime Levi had gotten you for your birthday. Your phone was positioned so that the star of the photo were your index and middle fingers holding your pussy lips open showing Levi the beautiful spread of your sopping cunt. Your clit was at attention and was begging for his lips to be wrapped around it. Levi furiously rubbed his cocks together at the sight. You were so wet and all from him? You weren't dripping with need because of one of his stupid brothers? A feeling somewhere between possessiveness and neediness erupted in Levi. He knew he needed to be buried in your tight hole.

L: yes! please! im home!

U: <read 1 minute ago>

Then there was a knock at his door.

[lover-of-mine]

Oh baby, why did you run away?

for @steadfastsaturnsrings

[jinx-xxed]

Chasing the Light

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A/N: Kylo Ren my one and only 🤞 I have a lot of stuff I can post about him so stay tuned (hopefully)

Summary; Your nightmares become your reality when the man who’s been terrorizing your mind finally appears before you to see who you really are.

Content; AFAB reader (barely mentioned), reusing some scenes from Rey (sorry queen), Force user hunted by Kylo Ren, mind probing, fight scenes

Wc; 3.2k

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Your dreams have become haunted.

Haunted by darkness, haunted by the screech of an unstable, red blade. Haunted by a dark helmet, visor rimmed in silver, cape wavering in the wind. The figure appears in flashes, darkness surrounding him so thoroughly that it’s suffocating. The scene is different each time; once it was on a rain soaked field, bodies of those cut down by that blade laying around your feet. Another, you were in a forest where it was cold and harsh. Whoever it is, he knows you’re there. He’d came for you once, lightsaber brandished, like he wanted to cut through you before the dream ripped you away. You wake up in a cold sweat each time, a deep panic settled into your bones that follows you for the rest of the day and makes you dread the coming night.

So that’s why, when those dark ships blot the sky, you know what it means.

“Go, take my ship at the end of town and get as far away from here as you can.” You say sternly, ushering your family towards the back door of your home. The streets are in a panic, people running about as darkness descends, desperate to escape. “Try to get to Atrisia, the coordinates are already set into the system. You’ll be safe there.”

Your mother turns in your grip, her hand cupping your cheek, brows creased. “Come with us, my firelight. Please.”

You hesitate, eyes tracing her face as if you can burn it into your memory. Hair like yours, lines on her skin marking her age, bright eyes—eyes wet with tears. You lean into her touch, your hand eclipsing her own, her skin warm and calloused. A sigh blows through your nose, eyes closing briefly to hold back what you feel building at the edges. “I can’t, momma. It’ll only put the rest of you in danger.” Your voice is quiet, like it’s not even yours.

“I don’t care! Don’t make me leave you!” She begs, clinging to the off-white fabric of your robes.

Your father gently pulls your mother away before you break. The whir of engines can be heard outside. “Come on, dear, we need to get going.” He keeps an arm around her, whispering things into her ear. Something about how they knew a day like this would come.

You sniff harshly and bring them in, trying your damndest to wrap your arms around your mother, father, and brother. “I’ll be okay, I promise. I’ll find my way back to you as soon as I can.” You try to make yourself believe your own words too. You look at them all one last time as the ground begins to shake. You practically push them out of the door. “Go, go! Please.”

You ignore your mother’s protests as you turn away, hurrying towards the front door. You rip it open, looking to the sky and watching the TIE fighters come screaming in. They’re already shooting, blowing holes in the earth and sparking flames to life. They’re not targeting civilians yet, instead firing off target on purpose, like an intimidation tactic. Your teeth grit, anger boiling in your blood. These intruders, these murderers that act more robot than human, coming to my home and ripping everything apart.

A TIE fighter explodes in the sky right above you.

You jolt, broken out of your haze as smoking metal falls to the ground. Shit. Shit, shit, shit-! You did not mean to do that. You practically just put a massive beacon on you, telling these bastards that what they’re looking for is here. You feel a strange buzzing in the back of your mind, an intimidating pressure, something that’s oddly familiar and has you wincing. You recall your dreams—the ones that have caused you so much terror for the past two weeks—and panic flares up, worse than it already was. Your lightsaber feels like it’s burning a hole into your side.

You break into a run towards the trees just as a massive ship touches down. A command ship.

Your breath comes in desperate pants to your lungs as twigs snap beneath your boots, underbrush catching on your robes as you shove it aside. Maybe, maybe if you can just get far enough away, if you keep running, they won’t find you. Or, you can at least draw them away from the town—away from the people you’ve known all your life. You can only hope and pray to whatever gods may be watching over you that your family made it out of here safely.

That pressure you felt only grows the further you get, which only serves to confuse you. It should be the opposite, so why-

A red lightsaber ignites before you.

You jump back in fear, entire body tensing as his dark form emerges from behind a tree. He’s huge, both in height and build, looming over you with muscles encased in the darkness of his uniform. There’s a hood pulled over his helmet, resembling something like death itself, that same silver rimmed visor catching the sunlight. Kylo Ren, something in your mind hisses like a warning, Commander of the First Order. Jedi killer. Your breath hitches in your throat. “How did-“

“You. You’re the one I keep seeing.” His voice is low, made lower by the way it crackles through the modifier in his helmet. He takes a step forward, you take two back. “Why?”

“How the hell should I know?” You snap, teeth bared. You know just how precarious this situation is, with him being a hardened soldier trained in the Dark Side and you being… nothing of that sort. You can feel your Force powers clash, smacking against one another as he tries reaching forward and you recoil. He wants into your head, but you refuse to give it to him, using your Force like a shield against his sword.

Blue is fighting red before you can register what’s happening.

Your lightsaber is secure in your hand, blue blade coming out to defend against his red. Little bits of plasma spit from cross guards he has built into his handle, making it look like nothing you’ve ever seen before. His blade sputters and crackles, made unstable by some type of injury within the kyber crystal that powers it. Dealing with such a damaged crystal can be incredibly dangerous and volatile; you’d have to be insane to willingly use one.

He’s strong, but you expected no less. You struggle against his saber, hands shaking from the force. He moves you back with ease, boots skidding against the dirt of the forest floor. He jerks suddenly, twisting his saber to bring yours forward and grip your wrists into immobility. “Where did you get something like this?” He demands, his helmet tilting ever so slightly towards your weapon.

“I made it, you ass-“ you snarl, kicking one leg out and forcing him away so you can widen the distance between the both of you. It’d taken you almost two years to get a hold of all the parts you needed to make your own lightsaber. The Force had guided you through the process, willing your weapon into creation without the usual guidance you’d get from a Jedi master. It’d been a struggle, that’s for sure.

He comes at you again, swinging up from your feet towards your face, making you bend backwards to narrowly avoid it. He moves quick, with the efficiency and deadliness of a warrior. You’re able to hold your own—barely—parrying hit after hit, retaliating where you can and moving your body in tandem with his attacks. The trees around you become scarred from your battle, gashes glowing orange burned into the bark. You spin around, putting your arms up to put your lightsaber against your back to block one of his swings and then twisting around to catch him on his thigh.

He grunts in pain, distracted for the briefest of half seconds, and you take your chance. You bring your leg up, swiveling on your other foot to knock him in the side and then the stomach, but when your bodies connect, your mind suddenly spins, and you’re no longer in the forest. You feel like you’re suspended in some type of unfamiliar space, overwhelmed with emotions and memories. Fear, anger, hurt, betrayal; the consoling voice of a mother to a young boy, a promise of better things, the whisper of dark voices.

You choke on your breath as your back slams against the ground, bones seeming to rattle from the force. Kylo Ren stands over you, shoulders hunched, body shaking as his breathing comes as ragged gasps through his modifier. You look at him with wide eyes, lightsaber on the ground next to you, with no idea about what in the hell just happened.

“How did you do that?” His tone is almost feral, deep with a tremble to the back of it, like he’s… scared.

“I- I don’t-“ you stutter with your words because truthfully, you have no clue either. It’s like when you touched him, you broke through his Force and saw into his mind without even meaning to.

“You need a teacher, someone to show you the ways of the Force.” He insists, taking a step towards you. He extends his free hand. “You’re untrained but stronger than you know. Let me help you-“

You smack him away, scrambling to your feet and gripping your lightsaber. “I will never take help from the likes of you.” You spit. “I won’t let myself become a monster like you have.”

He stiffens, like your words snapped him back into the cold, unfeeling murderer he’s supposed to be. You feel his anger simmering, coming off of him in waves. His fists clench. “We’ll see about that.” And then he’s on you again, faster than you can react, stronger than you’re prepared to handle. You try to retaliate; you block and you parry and you dodge beneath the screech of his saber, but it’s not enough. That lack of training and lack of fighting spirit comes back to bite you in the ass, earning you more than a few nicks and bruises. What seemed like a proper fight before now just becomes unfair and he knocks you down with ease, making you wonder if he was just holding back earlier. Your body slumps against a tree, bark biting into your back, vision wobbling as your consciousness is tugged and pulled away from you. Blood trickles down into your left eye, your head hits the forest floor; the last thing you see before the world fades is his black boots walking towards you.

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The cold makes a home in your bones.

Everything is stiff and heavy, like you couldn’t move your limbs even if you tried—and you did try, which is how you discover you’re strapped to some kind of device that’s more of a flat metal board than it is a chair. It’s like a torture device you’d see in history books. Panic floods through you, fully waking up your systems and sending them into overdrive. The grogginess is gone in an instant, and the memories of what got you into this situation come flooding back. Lightsabers, sparks flying, the Force, seeing into his mind, dark helmet, dark cape, dark, dark, dark- you jerk your wrists and ankles, making a desperate attempt to get yourself out of the cuffs holding you in place. You ignore the bite in your muscles, the ache of the wounds littered across your skin; you can feel the dried blood on your forehead.

“I wouldn’t waste my energy on that,” a voice speaks, low and mechanic and familiar.

Your breath hitches, your body tenses. There’s heavy, intimidating footsteps on the polished metal flooring before Kylo Ren rounds the chair, walking around you, gloved hands behind his back while not properly looking at you. You lurch forward on instinct, cuffs digging roughly into your wrists, teeth snapping and a harsh growl rumbling in the depths of your throat like a rabid animal. “I’ll kill you, I swear to god I’ll fucking kill you-“

You hear him huff, though faint through the modifier. “Quite the fiery temper for a supposed Jedi.”

You relax in your seat, trying to return neutrality to your expression. “I’m not associated with the Jedi.”

That helmet turns to you then, and you feel his burning gaze behind the darkness of the visor. “You’re not?” Then he eases his shoulders back, rolling them, and decides to answer his own question. “No, you’re not. That would explain why you’re so unknown, so untrained.” You don’t like the way he says “untrained”, like it’s a disgrace of some kind to him.

He leans in suddenly, his form looms, darkness incarnate. He’s close enough that you can see each ding and scratch littered across his helmet’s surface, left battle-scarred and damaged on purpose. His head tilts slightly to the right, like that of a curious animal, and you continue to feel his eyes on you rather than see them. “Who are you?” He asks, tone neutral but you can hear a note of frustration behind it, like your existence is a nuisance. “Why do I keep seeing a nobody everywhere I go?”

You try to get away from him, but being strapped to a board doesn’t leave you with a lot of places to go. So instead, your body shifts, pressing uncomfortably into the back of your seat as your chin lifts. “I don’t know. It’s not like I want to see you either.” You snap. “I barely even know who you are.”

He doesn’t say anything, instead studying you. You hate the way it makes you squirm, only made worse by the fact you can’t see his face. He backs off and there’s a pause, like time is frozen, and then he reaches a hand forward, fingers slightly curled in. “If you won’t answer my questions, then I have other ways of getting what I want.” His voice is barely above a whisper.

It’s seconds after that you feel it.

Your entire body seizes, uncomfortably tense against your restraints as a buzzing begins in the back of your mind. It’s simple at first, like the drone of a fly, but it quickly grows in intensity from a buzz to a drum to a violent pounding, beating around your skull and making your ears ring. Your eyes screw shut and your chest heaves, your mind feeling like it’s being dug into and pulled apart by unkind fingers. Your nails eat into your palms, the tang of blood just barely whisking across your nostrils.

Memories are uncovered and brought forward against your will, appearing in flashes and whirs of voices. The first strawberry harvest of the season, your mothers laughter, your fathers stupid jokes, your brothers stern yet comforting silence, the time you broke your leg falling out of a tree. Those kind are shoved aside quickly, though they fill most of the space where memories are stored; he doesn’t want those ones. Sweat drips down the side of your face, mouth open as you pant. Pain feels both so acute and so distant, like you’re half in and half out of your own body.

You’re tossed through memories like you’re within an ocean, barely able to stay afloat as you’re tugged one way and then the other. The first appearance of the Force, the way it’d shot out from you without control, the fear you’d felt when it ended up injuring your brother. That one sticks for a while, made to replay over and over by the one controlling this ride that you so desperately want off of. Having to learn all alone, your only teachers being the books you had to buy from black markets, the isolation from your peers, your solitary journey to Ilum, the construction of your lightsaber. The loneliness that has built over years and years surges up, taking over your senses, amplified by the pain you feel.

“You’ve been by yourself all this time. No one’s ever understood you.” Kylo says curiously. His hand tilts slightly, like he’s turning a knob. “You hid yourself away, you felt terror at what you could do, simply because you didn’t understand it. You’ve denied who you are.” You would say something if you could, but any words you try to muster come out as choked air.

His head lifts just a hairsbreadth. “I see it. You want so badly to learn, but you have nobody to show you.” He breaths out. “And yet, somehow, you were able to compete with me. I don’t get it; you’re worthless. You’re a girl from a nowhere planet with a nobody family, a family that would’ve betrayed you in the end anyway. Your powers would grow to overwhelm you because you don’t know what to do, and they would cower away, scared of their own daughter.” There’s something about the way he says those words, like there’s a familiarity to them that runs deeper than the surface. Like he’s said them before, heard them before.

Fire rages beneath your skin, threatening to tear you asunder, your eyes starting to roll. This is not what the Force should be used for—this pain, this display of power. Or maybe it is, maybe those books you used only ever showed one side of the story. There was always a mention of balance, the light unable to exist without the dark. As memories become skewed and watery in your mind, delirious with agony, you begin to realize you don’t know anymore. Your thoughts no longer feel like your own, so scrambled and incoherent that you’re unsure if you’re even able to think properly at all. His hand withdraws suddenly, like he’s been burned, and everything ceases completely. Your body goes slack, your head lolling, but there’s at last silence in your mind.

His fingers rub together as he contemplates something. “You have a great amount of potential, strength that can be brought out with the right training. Leader Snoke will be interested in you.” He mutters. “I feel the Dark Side within you, it’s what you were meant for. So easy to anger and hatred, consumed by your isolation, it will make you more powerful than you could ever imagine.”

You shake your head, but the action is weak. Your words are forced, sapping the last of whatever remaining energy you have. “N..No, no, I won’t- I won’t join you-“

He hums, as if considering your answer, his hands clasping behind his back. “I wonder what your family would think about that? Atrisia, was it?”

You jolt, ignoring the way your muscles smart, lunging forward as your exhaustion is replaced with a pure, snarling anger. It’s just what he wants, but you can’t find it in you to care. “You stay the fuck away from them, you monster-“

“Then I believe we’ve come to an agreement.” He says, helmet seeming to gleam with his cruelty. You don’t think you’ve ever wanted to fight someone so badly before, even if fighting him is what got you here in the first place. He turns, typing something into a data-pad built into the wall. “Course will be set to see Leader Snoke shortly. Enjoy yourself while you’re here.”

You don’t get a chance to spit a final fuck you before he’s disappeared and the doors are hissing shut behind him.

[crownjewel123]

Not a Reader/Fifteen request, but I am STARVED for Fifteenth Doctor/Jack Harkness!

Some sort of scenario where they meet up again somehow and this time… this time something in this Doctor wants Jack. And Jack is shocked the Doctor is flirting back finally, and he is not at all complaining, not in the slightest. Wherever you wanna take it after that 👀

Bet! Do forgive if it’s not the greatest I’m still trying to flex my creative muscles out of their dormant state.

Another day, another adventure.

Ruby Sunday was glad she had followed the Doctor out of her mum’s flat on Christmas day. Different eras, saving music, meeting space babies, stopping goblins, the mysterious Timelord never seemed to stop moving. It was nice, after having lived such a mundane life after so many years.

Not that she would complain, she loves her family. She loves helping people, seeing new people, saving people, seeing new things.

This though, this was new.

She hadn’t seen the man flirt since the colony of horrible dot users. Wasn’t even sure he was completely capable of it in a face to face setting, before this moment.

They were on a planet, 500,000 light years away from earth and 4000 years in the future. The Doctor called it Talbot, a society that existed outside of the capitalist sphere ‘for about a hundred or so more years before the colonists arrived and ruined it’… or something like that.

It was so intricate, the cities design. And the people, welcoming, helpful, kind. And incredibly charming- well, this man was.

He strode over to her with a smile, holding out a hand. “Hello, Captain Jack Harkness.” He winked at her, and she felt her cheeks warm, before she was wisked to the side.

“Jack, always a pleasure,” the Doctor spoke, raising one of his hands to his lips to press a chaste kiss. He stepped back with a flourish of his coat. A mix between a bow, and a curtsy. “I’m the Doctor, and this is my companion, Ruby Sunday.”

Jack gaped at the man before him a moment, blinking before his smile split into a grin so wide she wondered if it hurt.

“Doctor, you look good,” Jack remarked, shrugging off his coat and tucking it into his elbow. “To what do I owe such a pleasure?”

“Well, you’re breathing aren’t you?” The Doctor winked with a chuckle, “Would you care to catch up with some refreshments?” He too, shrugged off his coat, revealing his colorful shirt beneath that revealed a bit of his barren chest. Jack’s eyes filtered over his form a moment.

Ruby suddenly felt quite misplaced. Though, she didn’t say it as she watched owlishly. She found herself interested in finding the connection between the two.

The Doctor offered a hand to Jack, who looked at it with some sort of suspended disbelief. Before, relief seemed to overtake him.

“Oh Doctor, I thought you’d never ask.” Jack took his hand, trailing beside him as they sauntered toward the nearest bar.

Ruby’s lips parted in her silent surprise, before she smiled, following behind them.

[daily-rgbtrio]

Like the real life Charlie dying in a glue trap thing, from the cabin? That's what I meant when I said that.

Much love,

Hcperson.

day 43

can you imagine being literally anyone in the control room and just hearing this go on? horrific /pos

i also really liked this version

[cursedwanderer]

“You’re scary and yet I’m attracted…”

@ubrias-court-wizard

“Are you afraid of what I am and does that also entice you?” She sniffed the air while slowly circling around him. The stench of Oden’s blessings was strong and caused her nausea. Silly little human to search the hanged God’s wisdom when he barely walked in this world. Nature was formed by Fenja and others of her kind. People feared the Allfather as much as they dreaded what was hiding in nature. “And what is your wish as you entered my domain?” She inched closer and whispered into his ear. “I am no farm girl and I choose who will warm my bed.” 

@ubrias-court-wizard

[hxuse-of-muses]

@darkenigma32

{♚}—; Freddy stepped out of his green room and headed towards the atrium but took a detour to go to a staff meeting room, the Pizzaplex was currently undergoing cleaning and making sure the place remained presentable for when it would be opening soon. Freddy wanted to be ready for when the place would be flooded with kids and all manners of guests alike.

He was told along with the rest of his friends that a new security staff member was joining the Pizzaplex starting today so that he would know her when he saw her. There was still time before the place opened but he was enthusiastic to meet a new member of staff, hoping that they would enjoy their time here and he would get a chance to see them soon.

[toruloloo]

[that-angry-noldo]

Sauron catches a glimpse of his prisoner's memory and of a man he calls "father". this discovery, of course, is exploited as soon as possible. (cw: torture)

some finrod shapeshifting whump for @actual-bill-potts! i hope you enjoy >:)

In the end, it is hard for Finrod to keep them separated.

"Atar," he cries. "Atar, please! Please-"

The person before him is not his father. They cannot be his father. His father turned back, his father left them all - this is not his father - not his father - and yet-

Finarfin tilts head as Finrod shakes and cries. His blue eyes are sharp, cold, calculative; he takes Finrod's chin.

The Maia's touch burns. Finrod sobs.

"I am listening," his father says, and Finrod jerks. The voice is painfully, so painfully accurate, and yet so twisted, so horribly wrong. The quiet, calm tone is sharpened with a cold edge to it; soft, kind eyes burn with malice and evil.

He trembles. "Please," he mumbles again. "Please."

His body burns where Finarfin peeled long stripes of his skin off. Now, he looks at Finrod patiently, the knife still in his hands. "You know i do not wish to do this," he states, calmly. "And yet, you leave me with no choice."

"No!" Finrod screams in terror as the knife creeps to his skin again, and it is useless, because Sauron knows no mercy, but this is his father, his father, his own father - "No, no, no, please-"

"Do you not know any other words besides these two?" Finarfin hisses, and the knife cuts into the skin of Finrod's back, and he cries out. "Have I not taught you?"

"Fa-" Finrod chokes on the word- wrong, wrong, wrong; "Please- please-"

"You know the rules," his father whispers into his ear, and the knife moves slightly downwards, and Finrod cries. Not his father, he repeats. Not his father. "Though I am ready to change them, just for you; so you see how great is love of the father. I do not need your name. But do you remember mine?"

Finrod sobs, again. He does. Of course, he does; but the person behind him is not Arafinwë, is not his father. His eyes are cold and calculative, voice sharp and hands cruel. It is not his father, no matter how much he wants him to be.

The tip of the knife sinks deeper inside of him.

"Tell me," Finarfin whispers. "Does son not love his father? Tell me my name, if you remember it."

"Sauron," Finrod whispers. "Sauron the Abhorred."

There is a second of a dark silence, and then the knife slashes all the way down his back.

Finrod screams his throat hoarse.

[epiclamer]

Something spicy based around the lovely words✨ make me ✨please. Also you're amazing 👍

A classic. And thank you <3

Willingly Forced

“Aren’t you going to help at all?” Hero asked from their spot at sawing the bars of their cage. Sadly, the small plastic fork handle didn’t do much damage against their containment as Hero slowly began to accept their fate along with their failure. Slowing their movements down to turn to their companion in their frustration.

Villain laid on the small, single bed that filled the corner of the room. Mindlessly staring up at the ceiling as they sighed, exasperated with their partner and tired of having to share a cell.

“I’ve already told you; give up. Give. Up. Hero. We’re not going to make it out of here without a key and a miracle.” They rolled their eyes and sat up, glaring at the hero with tired eyes.

Hero huffed, dropping the small utensil and leaning back against the prison bars. “The least you could do is help…”

The villain stood, walking over to Hero’s side as they reached through the bars and grabbed hold of the lock. “The least you could do is pay a little attention.” With one deft hand, Villain reached into their pocket, drawing a small silver key as they reached around and inserted it into the lock.

The device opened with a simple click before the cell door swung open easily. Villain took a step back and out to keep it from shutting on the pair.

“After you, dearest.” The villain bowed, stifling a laugh as they lent their free hand to the hero.

Hero stared, bewildered, at the villain. “How the hell… You’ve had that all along?!?”

Villain only grinned, standing back up and righting their suit top. “I told you I had it, love. You simply insisted on the… fork method…”

The hero felt their cheeks redden in shame, the villain had had the key all along and they had only prevented their escape. As Hero stepped through the door they couldn’t help the embarrassment that practically swallowed them whole, hoping the villain didn’t notice the heat burning off their face.

“So we have the key but no miracle, huh?” Hero strained, laughing awkwardly to try and direct the attention off them until their brain was able to start working again.

The villain chuckled back, shutting the door to the cell as they began down the hallway, Hero following in their footsteps. “I am the miracle, darling.”

Hero refused to admit they had flushed even redder at the cool, calm and collectedness of their nemesis. In the heart of Supervillain’s lair and they still had the mind to flirt. If only Hero had that kind of confidence…

All of a sudden, Hero was being pulled into Villains arms. Wrapped tightly in an embrace as the criminal whisked them both into the nearest storage closet. Shutting the door and pressing Hero’s head against their chest to keep their protests quiet.

A minute past before the Hero escaped and pushed back, knocking into the cramped room wall behind them and rattling all the cleaning supplies on their respective shelves. They were fuming.

“What the hell was that!?” Hero hissed through gritted teeth, seething at their enemy who still had that stupidly smug look on their face. Hardly even affected by their closeness. It drove Hero mad.

Villain shrugged, smiling as they looked down at the hero. “Don’t want to get caught do you? What else should I have done with a set of guards heading straight for us?”

There was that feeling of embarrassment again, overwhelming as it hit Hero like a brick. They had been too caught up in their own thoughts to even realize they were in danger. Then they had the audacity to struggle against and yell at the one who had saved them.

“Don’t fret it, doll. You’re adorable…” Villain winked at the other, leaning in as they caged them against the wall. Observing as the hero’s breath came in shallower and they couldn’t take their eyes off Villains chest, their eyes taking apart the criminal piece by piece as they blushed. “Tell me what you want. Use your words, sweetheart. Tell me about all the sinful things you’ve been wanting me to do to your body for all these months.”

Hero felt like they were suffocating, the air was so hot and Villain was so close. It was such a bad spot for this to happen, they knew it, but it may have been the only spot. The only spot they could get any privacy, the only spot the agency wasn’t breathing down their neck.

“Make me.”

[midnightcowboy1969]

"But dads, all the other kids ..." (My Two Dads, 1987).

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[mr-mangrove]

Heres your uppies @rabid-mercenary15 enjoy

[shkika]

I was wondering, did you ever say anything about vultures and miros birds ? I can't find any post of yours about it

No because they are very weird (and horrifying for the miros birds) creatures. While it's assumed most everything you see in rainworld is a purposed organism descendant, it's never that OBVIOUS. Vultures having their uh... Weird jetpack thing so they can fly. And Miros Birds have metallic legs and I believe a metallic beak?

And like. Since it's been around a hundred of what I believe are years, I doubt those are from the time the Ancients were alive. But they can't be descendants, since they can't just... Be born with jetpacks and metal legs (also i hardly see Miros Birds reproducing, they seem driven by an urge to murder (can you tell i don't like Miros Birds much ?)) So would that mean an iterator created those ?

I always assumed Five Pebbles created the Miros Birds (because they seem to have been made very... rushed ? it feels like birds who got slapped on a metal beak and metal legs forcefully (which is why they're horrifying to me) and because it doesn't feel that ooc for him to create an ANTI LIFE PURPOSED ORGANISM) but apparently he has a line about them being horrible things (which is true but weird to say if you created them specifically to be those horrible things) so maybe I was wrong about that?

But the who is the freak modifying birds to kill me (and everything else that lives) ?! Also why are vultures coming when they see the light of a vulture grub ? HOW DOES ONE FUSE A VULTURE AND A MIROS BIRD IS THERE A CRAZY ITERATOR WHO'S HOBBY IS CREATING ATROCITIES OR ARE THEY REPRODUCING AND BEING BORN WITH METAL PARTS ?!

So many questions... And no answer...

(sorry for starting to ramble in your askbox i'm a world building nerd and i love the rainworld creatures but on my way to find each one's purpose i realized how weird the birdies were and you are my lore/world building reference,,)

There are a bunch of obviously unnatural animals in rain world!

The cyan lizards move around like little jets with teeth and pop like balloons.. aside the robotic noises. The leviathans have an actual hydraulic press as a mouth, centipedes are living capacitors and so on.

Let's discuss vultures and Miros Birds individually!

I am very confident in saying that Pebbles did not make them!

They are made to be scary and very very aggressive, because they are actually guards and server a very important role. Take a look what Pebbles has to say!

The Memory Crypts are a burial ground that is very very sacred so I imagine all Miros creatures were created to protect the place. They are deaf, but have crazy good sight which is perfect for the long linear stretch of the Memory Crypts.

I can only assume Miros vultures aren't much different. Extremely aggressive guards.

As for normal vultures I'd assume perhaps they are there to monitor the surface creature populations. Maybe even carry goods around?

I believe they are also killers, because of the way they were made capable to move on land and squeeze through impressively small places to catch prey. They also have a mask system which tells them not to kill each other!

Not to mention king cultures are basically normal vultures, but even better hunters. It'd be interesting to imagine those things living in flocks perhaps.. with kind being either leaders or a completely separate lone species.