#i will ship whoever I want with whomever I want to

[honestlyyoungtyphoon]

Why do I ship Navier with Sovieshu?

-I don't like heinly, he's too fruity and gives out twink energy

-Sovieshu has dark hair and looks better

-Navier and Sovieshu has better chemistry

-Also none of your damn business

-If you don't like it, the door is that way

-Send me hate messages, will get blocked and immediately forgotten cause your existence is insignificant

Tah 😘

[minminyoonjii]

*based on an idea I saw, not my original idea*

A/B/O setting where one of the skz boys brings home the omega they have been courting to finally be part of the pack but pack traditions state that she becomes the whole packs omega instead of just the one member's. Therefore, the first time mating as a pack, all members need to be present and participate (or maybe whoever you see as an Alpha of the pack)

Maybe shy or even inexperienced reader? Like they quickly realized she doesn't know much about tradition?

Thank you ❤️

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🕯Summary: The pack had grown closer to you throughout Jisung's courting and tonight's the night you get claimed as a pack member. The only problem was you didn't know what you were signing up for.

💛AN

This is my first A/B/O-themed fic, I hope I did well.

🌹CW

Cunnilingus|Oral Sex|Creampie|Multiple Orgasms|Oral Fixation|Bukkake|Praise Kink|Wet & Messy|Voyeurism|Knotting|Slow to Rough Sex|Virgin! Reader|Scenting|Bite Mark|Squirting|Aftercare

💌 This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.

🍄Wordcount: 3.5K

There it stood, the door determining how your relationship turns out. You gulped, "Do they know we're coming?" you asked, fidgeting with your fingers. Jisung nodded, "Yup, they know," he said, watching your nervous figure. "Baby, they're going to love you," he added, rubbing your shoulders. You took in a deep breath, "I know," you whispered, staring at the pavement below. Jisung hummed, "This visit is the same as any other," he said, kissing your forehead. 

"Ji, what made you decide to court me?" you asked, knowing you were stalling. Jisung knew too, "Well, I just knew," he chuckled, holding you close. You rolled your eyes, "That's a shitty reason, Han Jisung," you grumbled, elbowing his stomach. Jisung laughed, not releasing his hold "Fine, fine. You drew me in, like a candle to a flame. I couldn't get my eyes off you, princess," he said, hooking his chin on your shoulder. 

You couldn't hold back your smile, "Alright, Mister poet. That made me feel better," you admitted, ruffling his hair. Jisung hummed, "I'm glad. Are you ready to head in?" he asked, rubbing your sides. You held your hands together, "Ready as I'll ever be," you said, walking towards the door. Jisung smiled, "That's good enough," he said, following behind you. You raised your arm, knocking on the door. It didn't take long before the front door swung open.

"Hello, little one. I hope you're hungry because Minho made dinner," Chan said, letting you in. "It smells so good in here," Jisung groaned, scampering to the kitchen. You giggled at your boyfriend's antics "Is our pup treating you well?" Chan asked, pulling out a chair. You took a seat, "Yes, more than well," you said, smiling at the loud scream coming from the kitchen. Chan chuckled, "That's good. We can talk about the pack details after dinner, there isn't a need to rush," he said, holding your hand.

You nodded, relaxing under his touch "Thank you," you whispered, feeling the anxiety in your chest subside. Jisung wrapped his arms around your neck "Princess, they're bullying me," he whined, rubbing his scent all over your face. You pursed your lips, letting yourself get smothered in rich honeysuckles. Chan held the back of Jisung's nape "Jisung, you're getting your scent everywhere," he chastised. Jisung huffed, submitting to Chan's hold. 

Your eyes widened, seeing Jisung submit so quickly "Woah," you whispered, drawing a chuckle from Chan. "Hyung, can you let me go now?" Jisung sulked, blood rushing up his neck. Chan released his grip, "Is this common for you?" he asked, looking at you with sympathy. You laughed, "Yeah, but it's fine Chan. Though I do have to say, almost every piece of clothing I own smells like him," you said, stroking Jisung's cheek. 

Minho gasped, carrying a variety of meats "Han Jisung," he said, setting the food on the table. Jisung whined, "Hyung, not you too," he said. Minho glared at him, "You scented the poor pup's closet." he said, passing the plates around the table. "With consent," Jisung mumbled, taking a seat next to you. Minho looked at you with the same sympathy "I'm so sorry about his behaviour," he said, placing the food on your plate. 

You shook your head, smiling "There's no need to be sorry, I allowed him to scent my clothes," you said, taking a bite of Minho's mashed potatoes. "You smell so much of Jisungie hyung, I can barely smell you, Noona," Jeongin said, handing you a glass of water. You gulped, "That's probably a good thing," you said, taking another bite. Chan furrowed his eyebrows, "Why's that?" he asked, placing some meats on your plate.

"My scent is a bit strong, is all," you said, tasting the meat Chan gave. Hyunjin chuckled, "All of our scents are strong," he said, sipping his water. You nodded, "That's true but my scent spikes at any emotion I give off. It's better to wear a scent blocker," you explained, trying the meat with cranberry sauce. "Scent blockers aren't good for you, little one," Chan said, putting his utensils down. "Yeah, but my side effects aren't the worst, just a little rash now and then," you said, ignoring the concerned gazes from the pack.

Warm citrus surrounded the table, like a thick syrup of comfort. You finished the last bit of your dinner, leaning against Jisung's shoulder. He kissed your hair, "They wouldn't mind your scent, princess," he whispered, taking a bite of his meal. You hummed, "I guess," you mumbled, closing your eyes. Jeongin poked Jisung's arm "What does Noona smell like?" he asked, tilting his head. Jisung chuckled, "See," he whispered, rubbing your back. 

You huffed your cheeks, blinking your eyes open. "I think it's best you ask her yourself, Innie," Jisung said, patting your arm. You gulped, "My scent smells like berry champagne," you said, answering Jeongin's question. Jeongin nodded, "That sounds sweet," he said, putting his utensils aside. You smiled, "Is it, but it can turn sour really quick," you said, sitting up. Jisung stacked your plate on his, "I'll bring these to the kitchen. Go pick out a seat in the living room and make yourself comfortable," he said, kissing your nose.

You wrinkled your nose, making your way to the living room. "Little one, could you sit here?" Chan asked, gesturing to the seat in front of him. You nodded, curling up into the seat. Chan smiled, handing you a pillow. You buried your face into the pillow, melting into the scent of tonka. 'Very suiting' you thought, taking note of Chan's scent. "Since everyone is here, this is our first official night with our new pack member," Chan said, patting your head as he spoke. 

You preened, excitement buzzing under your skin. "Congrats Noona, you're finally our pack's omega," Jeongin said, stroking your cheek. Your smile dropped, "What?" you asked, furrowing your eyebrows. Chan looked down at you, "What's wrong, pup?" he asked, tilting your chin towards him. Your lips parted, looking into his eyes "What does Jeongin mean about me being the pack's omega? Wouldn't I just be Jisung's?" you asked.

Chan furrowed his eyebrows, "Don't you know the traditions, little one?" he asked, keeping his hold under your chin. "Wh-what traditions? I wasn't raised in a pack," you explained, breath stuttering. Changbin tilted his head, "Are your parents rogue?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. You shook your head, "No, I just didn't grow up in a pack environment," you said, averting your gaze. "Are we the first pack you got involved with?" Chan asked, pumping out his scent to calm you down. 

You nodded, taking deep breaths of Chan's scent. "Poor pup probably doesn't even know what she got herself into," Minho said, brushing your hair from your face. "Am I going to die?" you whimpered, heart pounding within your chest. Chan chuckled, "Of course not, little one. The tradition isn't a sacrifice," he reassured, wiping your stray tears. "Oh," you sighed, wrinkling your nose. "Have you ever mated with anyone during your heats, angel?" Hyunjin asked, looking at you. 

Blood rushed up your neck to your ears, "No, I usually wait it out," you said, feeling your face burn up. "You didn't try to ease the pain?" Felix asked, leaning against Hyunjin's chest. You whined, "I did, but I'd always lose my rhythm," you said, fading into a mumble. Felix cooed, "Aren't you adorable," he purred, leaning forwards. You looked at Felix then back up at Chan "What does the tradition have to do with my heat?" you asked, not knowing how to feel about Felix's stare. 

Chan sighed, releasing his hold on your chin "Pup, I need you to listen to the words I'm about to say and consider them carefully after. Can you do that for me?" he asked, running his fingers through your hair. You keened, deep purrs rumbling from the touch. Chan cooed, "I need a verbal answer, little one," he whispered, stroking your cheek. You shivered, furrowing your eyebrows at the sudden mind-numbing fuzz clouding your thoughts "Yes, alpha," you whispered, nodding at his command.

"Good girl," Chan smiled, letting you rest your cheek on his palm. You nipped the pad of his hand, licking right after. Chan chuckled, "You can scent my wrists, little one," he said, gently brushing his free hand on your scent gland. You growled, raising your shoulders in defence. Chan kept his eyes on yours as he rubbed the scent blocker off. You whimpered, biting into his palm in retaliation. Chan clenched his jaw, making sure the suppressor is gone from your skin. 

Sour champagne filled the room in waves, the tart scent of berries hitting the back of everyone's throats. Chan pumped out his own scent, hoping it would defuse the situation but it only made it worst. You gasped, eyes widening as you tried to catch your breath. Soft wheezing and stuttered breathing squeaked from your frame. "Fuck. Bin the windows, Min the ventilation," Chan instructed, airing out the scent-congested room. 

"You're safe, little one. Alpha knows it's a lot, but you're alright," he said, taking note of the subtle red spots on your neck. You whined, covering your neck in hopes that your scent would just disappear. Chan gruffed, gently removing your hands away "There's no need to feel distressed, pup," he said, kneeling in front of you. Thoughts spun through your head, "Why are you kneeling, alpha?" you asked, adding more questions than answers. 

Chan looked up at you, baring his neck. You gasped, taking in deep shallow breaths. "I know you want to scent someone, little one. Get it out of your system and scent whoever you want. The suppressions can cause your scent to build up, making it more concentrated than it's supposed to be," he explained, watching as you take in each word he said. You bit into your bottom lip "Can I?" you whispered, purrs rumbling within your chest. 

Chan nodded "Go ahead, little one," he said, not expecting your sudden weight on him. He grunted, wrapping his arms around your waist as you straddled his lap. You mewled, scuffing against Chan's neck. "That's it, good girl," he whispered, tilting his neck further. You whimpered, head spinning from the way your scent mixed with his. Deep tobacco notes from his tonka scent mingling with your refreshing berry champagne scent felt right. 

"It smells like an after-party in here," Changbin pointed out, melting into his seat. Jisung chuckled, "Intoxicated already, hyung?" he teased, wrapping his arms around Changbin's. "Definitely," he said, pressing his tongue against his inner cheek. You panted, pulling your face away from Chan's neck. "Feeling better, pup?" he asked, taking note of your dilated pupils. You nodded, catching your breath. Chan cooed, "You smell so sweet, little one," he said, scratching under your jaw.

You purred, baring your neck for him. Chan chuckled, "Such a good omega," he praised, removing his hand. You whined, squirming on Chan's lap. "Little one, you don't know what you're doing," he gritted, holding your waist still. You squinted your eyes, breath hitching when you felt something twitch beneath you. Chan sighed, "Look at me, pup," he said, redirecting your attention. You looked at him, his hair tussled and messy from your scuffs. 

"The tradition isn't anything scary, I promise. I just have to claim you," Chan said, watching you regain your bearing. "How?" you asked, tilting your head. Chan rubbed your stomach, "Have you watched anything sexual before, little one?" he asked. You nodded, "I have. Is Alpha going to have sex with me?" you asked, playing with his fingers. Chan chuckled, "That's pretty blunt but yes," he said, moving his fingers within your hold. 

You gruffed, bringing his fingers to your mouth "Is it going to hurt?" you asked, nipping his index finger. Chan frowned, pressing two fingers into your mouth "Of course not, it's never supposed to hurt unless you want that on purpose," he said. You pulled his hand away "Oh, I always thought it was supposed to hurt," you mumbled, nuzzling Chan's palm. "There's so much you have to learn, little one. Do you mind if I teach you?" he asked, stroking your cheek. You gulped, "Okay," you said, biting your bottom lip out of nervousness. 

Chan kissed your nose, "Don't worry, pup. I'll take my time with you," he said, laying on your back. You yelped at the sudden shift, feeling a pillow perfectly placed under your head. Jisung smiled, stroking your cheek "Channie hyung is going to take great care of you, princess. If you need him to stop, say red. Okay?" he said, rubbing your abdomen. You nodded, spreading apart your thighs. Jisung chuckled, "That's our sweet omega," he said, kissing your forehead.

You whined, feeling a familiar throb from your core "It hurts," you whispered, clawing into the fur carpet beneath you. Chan lifted your hips, tugging off your skirt "Alpha knows, little one," he said, removing your slicked panties. You shivered, clenching around the chilling air. The scent of boiled-down champagne filled the whole room, thick slick coated your folds. Chan groaned, positioning himself between your legs "Absolutely gorgeous," he rasped, kissing down your inner thighs.

You shuddered, wanting to close your legs but Chan held them down " Alpha, pl-please," you keened, not knowing what you were begging for. Chan hummed, placing a soft kiss on your clit. You squeaked, flinching your arms to your chest. Chan chuckled, "So sensitive," he whispered, flicking the tip of his tongue against your clit. You gasped, bringing your arms closer to your body. "Alpha," you whimpered, arching your back at the stimulation.

Chan growled, making broad strokes between your slicked folds. You moaned, arousal building in your abdomen. Chan groaned, savouring the thick globs of champagne hitting his tongue "Fucking hell, little one," he cursed, slurping up your slick without an ounce of shame. You cried, sensitivity washing over you, "Al-alpha, I'm scared," you whimpered, feeling the coil within you tighten. Chan cooed, kissing your pulsing pussy "Don't be afraid and let go, pup," he rasped, lapping up your slick with more vigour.

"H-hgh," you whined, squirming from Chan's tongue. Chan growled against your sensitive nub, drawing a silent scream from your lips. You mewled, arching your back "Alpha!" you wailed, squirting your arousal. Chan moaned, head clouding with lust "Good omega, squirting all over your alpha," he praised, pulling away from your throbbing core. You stared at Chan with half-lidded eyes. Chan smiled, brushing back his slick drenched hair. "Fuck, hyung. I think I just came in my pants," Hyunjin said, palming his hardened cock. 

You sniffled, "Alpha," you whimpered, making grabby hands towards Chan. "Aww, are you feeling alright, pup?" he asked, smothering your face in kisses. You nodded, burying your face into the crook of his neck. Chan chuckled, baring his neck "You're doing so well, little one," he praised. You purred, letting his scent envelop your senses. Chan smiled, gently removing himself from your hold. You hummed, content with the warm fuzzy feeling. Chan stood up, tugging off his sweatpants and boxers together.

Felix whistled, "A full course meal," he teased, staring at Chan's length. Seungmin sighed, "Pixie, stop disturbing Chan hyung and come here," he said, spreading his legs. Felix giggled, kneeling between Seungmin's thighs. Chan shook his head, a smile etched on his lips "I hope your libido is controllable, little one," he said, booping your nose. You giggled, biting your lower lip as Chan came closer to your core. He slicked his fingers in your arousal, "I'll go slow, pup," he said, pushing his finger to his second knuckle. 

You whimpered, rolling your hips to his thrusts. Chan hummed, "Can you take another?" he asked, rubbing your clit in tandem. You nodded, "Yes, yes, yes pl-please," you begged, clenching his finger. Chan chuckled, slipping another finger beside the first "Good girl, just relax for me," he cooed, stretching your tight walls. You mewled, digging your nails into the carpet. Chan another a third finger, working you open for his hung cock. You moaned, whimpering whenever he curled his fingers against your g-spot. 

"I think you're ready, little one. Do you need me to stretch you further?" he asked with four fingers spreading your semi-gaping hole. You shook your head, sweat beading your forehead "Need alpha n-now please," you stuttered, getting impatient from waiting. Chan shuddered, using your slick to coat his cock "Alpha's got you, pup," he said, lining up his cock head with your pussy. "Please," you whimpered, making eye contact with him through your half-lidded eyes. Chan growled, pressing his cock within your walls. 

You mewled, letting Chan push your legs closer to your body with each inch he eased in "So big," you slurred, purring at the feeling of being filled. Chan groaned, pressing his forehead against yours "You're still so fucking tight, little one," he cursed, rolling his hips. You gasped,  soft moans spilling past your lips "Fa-faster," you stuttered, cupping Chan's chest with your hands. Chan grunted, "As you wish, pup," he rasped, quickening his tempo. You keened, melting under his deep thrusts.

Chan growled, fucking into your warm walls with tender thrusts "Taking me so fucking well," he gritted. You whimpered, "Alpha, alpha, alpha" you slurred, pleasure fogging your every thought. Chan pressed his lips to yours, pulling you into a deep kiss. You moaned into the kiss, deep purrs rumbling within your body. Chan chuckled against your lips, quickening his rhythm. Your breath hitched within the kiss, accidentally clenching your walls around Chan's cock. "F-fuck," he groaned, throwing his head back. 

Your skin prickled at his raw groan, sending goosebumps down your arms. Chan shuddered, regaining his bearing "My god, little one. I don't I can hold back anymore" he said, rutting his hips. "Then don't. Please alpha, don't hold back," you pleaded, wrapping your legs around his waist. Breathy moans escaped Chan's lips. "Do as the princess says," Jisung rasped, stroking Changbin's cock in tandem with Chan's slow ruts. Chan felt himself losing composure, "Okay, if anything happens say red and I'll stop, pup," he said, hooking your legs over his shoulders.

You nodded, "Okay, alpha. Pl-please fuck me hard," you sniffled, heat spreading under your skin. Chan growled, staring at the subtle bulge appearing with each drag of his cock within your hole. "Please," you whimpered, staring up at him. With that, the remaining composure Chan held left. He pulled out slightly, drawing a loud whine from you, only to fuck you in one quick thrust. You choked on your whine, sputtering as Chan fucked you in a hungry daze. "Alpha!" you wailed, arching your back.

Chan gruffed, nosing your neck while keeping his unrelenting pace. You sobbed, tears streaming down your cheeks at the constant pleasure setting your nerves on fire. Chan grunted, feeling his knot grow with each thrust. You bared your neck for him "Chan!" you wailed, pushing against his thrusts. Chan clenched his jaw, reaching his hand down to rub your swollen clit "Are you close, little one?" he asked.

Your body tensed up, bundling parts of the carpet into your palm "So so cl-close," you choked up, quivering under Chan's mercy. Chan picked up his tempo, fucking his knot into your walls. You cried out, feeling his knot stretch your walls further. Chan grunted, "Cum for me, omega," he commanded, fucking his knot into your pussy. "F-fuck!" you cursed, cumming around Chan's cock. "Fuck," Chan groaned, nosing your neck as his knot locked itself within you. 

He kissed up your nose, "Relax omega," he whispered, sinking his teeth into your scent gland. You mewled, writhing under his hold. Chan growled against your skin as your walls flutter around his knot. He rolled his hips and with one last powerful thrust, his knot snapped. A copious amount of semen filled your pussy. Chan pulled off your scent gland, "You're ours now," he growled, licking the mark. You purred, milking every last drop of his cum. 

Chan shifted your legs off his shoulders, "There's one more thing you have to do, pup," he whispered. Jisung stroked your hair, "This will be quick, princess," he said, cumming on your torso. One by one they came on you, coating their scents on your body. You giggled, tasting the citrus scent you smelled from the dining table. Chan cooed, finding you endearing "Our little omega," he said, scooping the cum for you to taste. You parted your lips, sucking Chan's cum slicked fingers till there was nothing left. 

Minho tapped Chan's shoulder, "Wipe her down, we'll get the bath ready," he said, handing Chan a wet towel. You preened under Chan's gentle touches. "The pack's bed is ready, there are clothes from everyone if you want to nest, princess," Jisung said, wiping the cum off your hair. You nodded, barely able to open your eyes. Chan chuckled, "Such a sweet and sated little one," he said, stroking your cheek. You gave him a dopey smile, "Thank you, alpha," you slurred, exhaustion catching up to you. Chan cooed, "It's our pleasure," he said.

[finzphoenix]

Hello! This is going to be super random and I know scriddler is the most popular, but do you think shipping Jason Todd and Jonathan Crane is possible? Or is that too bizarre? What would even be the shipping label/name? I've been thinking about it ever since my last post about Jason, and this is not the first time. While Jason is the Red Hood and/or The Arkham Knight not Robin. Also not necessarily just within the Arkhamverse just in general. I truly do feel like if they knew eachother they would get along very well. I wholeheartedly agree with you about Rocksteady too. How they treated poor Jonathan, plus the Arkhamverse as a whole, is absolutely horrible. Especially since Jonathan was such a badass in Arkham Asylum. I personally like to think others (Edward, Jason, or both who knows) helped Jonathan eventually snap out of his hallucinations after Arkham Knight. Anyways, since you do such a fantastic job I was wondering if you could draw something with Jason and Jonathan in it? 😊 Only if you want to of course haha.

Dear, I'd say, as long as it is within the bounds of legal and somewhat morally correct scenarios, go nuts shipping whoever you want with whomever you want! ^^

As far as my opions go, I do think Todd would at the very least be a rather intriguing case study for him.

Just think: a boy grown up in an violent environment surived by adapting a volatile temper, before being taken under the wing of a man who kept exposing him to said violent environment, instead of removing him from it? Then, given weapons and a mission, Batman effectively build an echo chamber that reflected and reinforced Todd's beliefs about the rightness of using violence as a means to an end?? Through which he eventually died, then came back to the living, and suffers from PTSD??!

Yeah, I think Crane would have a field day probing and prodding this man's brain, and who knows, they may just grow close in the process. Everything's possible in Gotham!

Additionally, ever since this ⬇️ panel, I think everyone and their cat knows that he'd be very eager to make Jason's fear his (which is incredibly sus, let's be real) 👀👀. So sure! Ship them as hard as you like, no one's gonna stop you!

[lovemyromance]

Why am I seeing the GAs/ELs claiming Elriels are just acting "hypocritically morally superior" when we say we want what Elain wants?

Then they go on to say "why should what Elain wants even matter?"

Um, idk it's because it's her fucking book? It's not Lucien's book. It's not Azriel's book. It's Elain's book, first and foremost. SJM has always talked about stories spotlighting strong female main characters.

Saying we want what Elain wants is not a bad thing?? If it's her book that's next, then yes. What she wants is the most important thing.

We are not SJM. We don't get to decide "what is best for her". In fact, acting like you ship Elucien because you "want what's best for her" is acting morally superior and condescending.

You are actually just assuming you know what is best for her. Especially when Elain acts like a ghost and loses her boldness around Lucien canonically right now. We don't get to just act like we know the character better than the writer herself. SJM will write what she wants. Elain will desire whomever she wants.

And I will goddamn support whoever Elain wants. Because SJM will write it so whoever Elain wants and ends up with IS THE CORRECT, BEST choice.

When Elain wanted Greyson, I wanted her to be happy and get Greyson. When he rejected her so cruelly, I was angry. I wouldn't have wanted her to end up with Greyson after that but if Elain had continued to want Greyson, I'm sure SJM would have written it so I would've rooted for that as well.

Elain now wants Azriel. That is not something Elriels made up. It is on the page. She is the one initiating every step of their late night encounter in the BC. She is the one who wants Azriel to kiss her. She is the one who gets aroused just when Azriel touches her neck.

If we want Azriel, it's because Elain wants Azriel.

That being said, if I were to open the next ACOTAR book and I see Elain is so hurt by the misunderstanding in the BC that she spends more time with Lucien (somehow...lmao) and starts to grow feelings for him ... I WOULD ALSO SUPPORT THAT!

I have said it time and time again, and so have many, many other Elriels. If Elain had wanted Lucien from the get go, we would've also supported Elucien. Hell, I did support Elucien, until I saw how uncomfortable and resentful Elain was of that bond in ACOWAR.

And honestly, I might've even been of the opinion that "eh SJM might have them makeup and it'll be her usual reluctant mates plot" IF SJM hadn't then brought in Azriel and shown me how Elain acts and behaves differently with someone she actually wants.

It is wildly different. If you cannot see that and acknowledge that, then it's your fault, not SJM's writing.

If I open up the next ACOTAR book, and Elain suddenly wants fucking Tarquin or Helion.... then I would root for Tarquin or Helion. Whether it's Azriel or Lucien or anyone else doesn't matter. What Elain wants is what SJM will write as her endgame. And true, Elain could grow to like someone else.... but right now, she likes Azriel. So right now, I am supporting Azriel.

It's not that fucking hard to understand.

Elain is an Archeron sister. The sisters are the focus of this book, SJM has said that time and time again. Yes there will likely be books beyond JUST the sisters, but not UNTIL the sisters' stories have been told.

AKA it's not gonna be Feyre, Nesta, Gwyn/Vassa/Mor/Amren, then Elain.

Elain's story does matter more than Gwyn's or Emerie's or Vassa's or Mor or Amren. I would say Feyre's matters the most, and Nesta and Elain are equal in terms of importance. That's how the series has been set up.

I don't know why people keep thinking this is Throne of Glass or CC. It's not. The setup and pattern has been made very clear. People are choosing not to see it, and then coming up with every single reason under the sun for trashing the people who read what was written and are rooting for Elriel accordingly.

[darlingeames]

‘You’re Blackbeard?’

Ed – Blackbeard, for Christ’ sake – pops his head out of the wardrobe into the cabin to see if whoever called for him left, then turns back to Stede.

‘Yep. Blackbeard. That’s me.’

Stede, still holding the stupid fucking pants, openly gapes. He thinks for a split second that he should be careful what he says next, how he acts – he knows the man in front of him is incredibly dangerous. But he doesn’t feel it. So it doesn’t matter.

‘But I just asked you, and you said you work for him.’

Ed. Short for Edward fucking Teach.

He vaguely remembers seeing all that leather surrounded by smoke before he lost consciousness, Ed’s voice saying I’ve heard all about you.

‘Techincally, that’s not not true, you know,’ Ed says, and he looks a bit smug. Like he’s proud of his little trick. ‘You could say that being Blackbeard is my job.’

This man is incredibly peculiar, Stede thinks. He grips his pants tighter, which Ed seems to notice.

‘Since you already got up, even though really, you should take it easy, or your guts will spill out, take it from someone who’s been stabbed countless times before, you probably want to get dressed, I’ll leave you to it–’

And Ed starts to get out of the auxiliary closet, but then he turns back.

‘Wear those pants, the colour’s gorgeous.’ And, to Stede's absolute dismay, Ed winks at him.

Left alone in his secret closet, Stede thinks that any rational man would probably at least entertain the possibility that Blackbeard would lock him in said secret closet and steal his crew and ship – but then, Ed was so kind, and he could have killed Stede in his sleep anyway if he would have so desired, so the thought passes so fleetingly through Stede’s mind that it leaves behind no trace.

Stede does indeed put on the pants, and a white shirt and the black cravat, because he felt the need for something to counterbalance the redness of his flesh where the noose had choked him.

He barely stepped out of the closet when Ed turns from looking up at the chandeliers. 

‘What other cool stuff do you have in here?’

So Stede shows Blackbeard his library.

Stede has a feeling, the moment an unknown man, with incredibly kind, large brown eyes wakes him up from his feverish nightmare. He feels, more than he thinks, that of course, this is exactly the way it should be. If it had been Lucius or Olwande sitting on his bed, warning him not to get up too fast lest his guts spill out, he would have felt disappointed, and he would not for the life of him been able to pinpoint exactly why. But Ed, who works for Blackbeard, and who looks exactly like someone who would work for Blackbeard, assures him that he might be a decent pirate since the Spanish didn’t manage to kill him yet, and takes an interest to Stede’s best robe and he can’t tell silk from cashmere but he keeps rubbing it between his fingers, and Stede knows nothing about this man, and the part of him that has been reading pirate stories all his life yells that it might be a trap, they are pirates, for fuck’s sake, they screw each other over all the time, he could be lying for all you know and your crew is either dead or imprisoned and you’re this close to being thrown overboard – but it’s such a distant tirade, and Stede can barely hear it over the sound of his robe rustling between Ed’s fingers, and he’s been dying to tell someone just how much fun he’s had while having the Revenge built. 

So really, it’s no choice at all.

‘Can you keep a secret?’

It turns out that pirates do lie and do screw other people over, even if it’s such for a bit of fun – Ed says No, I’m Blackbeard, and Stede thinks Christ alive, did I really bring the actual Blackbeard into my auxiliary closet that nobody but us knows about and showed him my fucking summer linens, how has this become my life, and stares in horror at the back of Ed’s head, at the unruly mess of salt and pepper curls, and thinks of the worst. But Ed shows no sign of it meaning anything at all – doesn’t call back to whomever it was that was looking for him, and doesn’t start laughing at Stede –

In seconds, quick as silver, the two images in Stede’s head become one – this is Blackbeard, he knows he is, just as he knows he’s not in any real danger, just as he knows the sparkle he saw in Ed’s eye when he opened the secret door was real.

He’ll never look at him and think Blackbeard. That word still conjures up the fantasy version of Black Pete’s stories, the one in his books, the smoke and the glowing eyes and the nine pistols, and the ruthlessness and bloodthirst. That Blackbeard has never had anything to do with his Ed, the man that woke him up and seemed thrilled with all of Stede’s idiosyncrasies, from his clothes to his two chandeliers and his books. In this world, it’s one of his biggest failings – he’s never been able to look at Edward Teach and see what he should have seen. What his crew saw. What Izzy had tried so hard to preserve. He had taken one look at the man and Stede, in his feverish, incredibly embarrassed state, hadn’t seen the leather and the tattoos and the years upon years of having the sea as a home, he saw kind eyes, he felt a warm hand, and he didn’t meet Blackbeard, he met a man that made the simple act of breathing easier.

[kaledya]

Hi Kaledya!

Don't know if you remember me from twitter.

I was wondering...

¿Is both Lionroot and RoyalFlush canon on Sinner's Symphony?

Also.. ¿how would you feel if your Characters were shipped with a different ship you putted on canon?

Nice day/afternoon/night 🤗

Hİ! and I remember you!

I can't say that Lionroot is canon in Sinner's Symphony because Michael and Eve were friends. Eve revealed her love for Michael while saying goodbye to him before she was reunited with Roo years later and they never met again, so I'm not sure if it's canon or not, but it's canon in Swap AU.

As for the Royal Flush, it's not canon in Sinner's Symphony and I'm not sure if it will be. it's going to be a cliché but Constantine and Serenity are really from different worlds and Constantine avoids it because he thinks that falling in love with someone will weaken him and prevent him from thinking rationally. And I think it would be hard to write any romance between the two of them, (I don't trust my writing skills that much,) but of course it doesn't bother me at all that my followers ship them, maybe one day I'll make them canon, who knows.

Sinner's Symphony AU fans can ship whoever they want with whomever they want, have fun, it doesn't bother me.

[starryevermore]

cat and mouse ✧ anakin skywalker

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request: Reader is a Jedi that wasn't slain and Darth Vader personally hunts her down, cause they were good friends. She immediately knows it's anakin cause that little shit has such a distinct fighting style. She immediately gives up and tells him that "Anakin, we were friends. I cannot fight you. I know why you turned, but I can still feel the light in you. You know you feel it too. But if you must kill me, take off your mask and kill me as a friend not a foe." - @captainsbestgal​

pairing: anakin skywalker/darth vader x jedi!fem!reader (platonic)

summary: your best friend is dead. and soon you shall be too. 

word count: 1,537

warnings?: mention of stalking, poor descriptions of fighting, major character death, not proofread

There was nowhere in the galaxy where you could hide. It didn’t matter if you changed your name, altered your appearance, avoided all Imperial detection—there was nowhere you could hide. It had been a year—a long, long year—since the clones turned their weapons on the Jedi, since the Republic fell, since the Empire rose from the ashes. You were lucky enough to escape with Master Yoda. Though, you did question that luck, too. Was it really good fortune to be on the run? To know that you will never be safe? 

In the year you had been on the run, you had encountered a couple of other Jedi who escaped the chaos. While they, too, had led a life of difficulty, it was nothing compared to your experience. They were not being…hunted in quite the same way as you. Other Jedi had spoken on of a sort of…shadow that had been after them, that they’re never heard from again when they’re caught. But this felt different, whatever was after you. This felt personal.

While you have been traveling the galaxy, hiding from the Empire, hiding from whatever was after you, you had shut yourself from the Force. Whatever was after you, it was using the Force to find you. You didn’t need to put a larger spotlight on yourself through the use of what is effectively honing beacon to whomever is trying to harm you. That didn’t stop the visions, though. Nothing could stop the visions. 

You had been plagued with visions of your demise—the beam of a red lightsaber striking you down, the loud, almost robotic breathing of your captor, the feeling of pressure on your throating, the life draining from you. Worse yet, the part that troubled you the most (because, you had long since come to terms that your hiding would eventually result in your death—that no longer scared you), was that the person who would take your life was someone who was once a friend. How could that be? How could someone you once trusted betray you like this? How…How could someone who once followed the Light fall to the Dark Side? 

Now, you understood. 

You may have cut yourself off from the Force, but nothing could deny that whoever who was hunting you, whoever wanted to kill you, was someone you were close to—closer than you should have been, if you were being honest. You couldn’t deny that, not when he finally caught you. 

“There is nowhere you can run to. You cannot hide from me any longer.”

Against your better judgment, you peaked out from the ship you were hiding from. You sucked in a breath at the sound of a lightsaber being drawn, the red light illuminating the shipyard. This was it. This was the end. He was right—you no longer could hide. You would meet your end tonight, you were sure of it. But, if you were to die tonight, you were going to die on your own terms. 

You unclipped your own lightsaber from your belt, igniting it for the first time in a year. The green light tugged at your heartstrings, reminding you of everything you had lost. Everything that had been taken from you. 

“There is no use in fighting.”

Perhaps that was true. But you’ve fought for your survival for this long. The galaxy has taken and taken and taken from you. You were taken from your birth family to the Jedi Temple. You were taken from the Temple and forced to fight in a war. You were taken from the family you had found in your battalion and your fellow Jedi. You were taken from all that you knew, all that was familiar, all that you loved. If the galaxy was going to take your life now, if the Force truly willed it to be so, you would not let it be taken without a fight. For the first time in a year, you opened yourself back up to the Force. 

The dark figure was suddenly in front of you, the red lightsaber swinging. You blocked the hit, taken aback from how quickly the fight had begun. You were rusty, you had to admit. It had been a long while since you fought with your lightsaber, since you were open to the Force. It was much like seeing an old friend again—a moment of initial awkwardness at the acknowledgement of how much you have grown without each other before falling back into the relationship you once navigated with ease. 

The fight was a blur. You relied on primarily on your instincts, stayed on the defensive. The further you got into the fight, the more you knew you weren’t going to win. Whoever this was, he was a more than capable fighter. It almost felt like it was second nature to him. But, stranger, you thought, was how…familiar your opponent felt. 

It reminded you when you were a Padawan, training at the Temple. Your Master had asked you to train with another Padawan, to see how far you had progressed in your training. Your opponent had a…unique way of fighting. In the years that followed, and in the friendship that blossomed between the two of you, you had become quite accustomed to that style. 

And even though it had been well over a year since you had seen that style of fighting, you could recognize it anywhere. Somehow, he had survived. Somehow, he had…turned. 

“…Anakin?” you asked, blocking another hit from your opponent. The two of you remained like that, lightsaber against lightsaber, staring at each other. “Is that really you?”

He swung. You were so startled by the realization, your grip on your lightsaber loosened. It clattered against the floor. You braced for the killing blow, to die without having your suspicions confirmed, but it never came. He outstretched his hand, his fingers clenching. Your body rose off the floor. You felt your throat constrict. You gasped for air, clawed against the invisible force choking you. It did you no good. 

“Anakin Skywalker is dead.”

Because the Sith in front of you killed him. 

You almost preferred the thought that Anakin had died in the purge. That he was still the man you remembered. That he hadn’t fallen so far, that he hadn’t become…this. You wondered if Obi-Wan knew. Did he truly think his former Padawan perished on Mustafar? Yes, yes, he had to have. When you saw him on Polis Massa, you had felt how distraught he was. Yes, he had truly thought Anakin had died. 

You tried to picture the man you once knew. The man who had been helplessly in love with Padmé Amidala. The man who broke the Code because of that love. The man who bonded with his soldiers, the man who found their situations not all that different from his own. The man whose heart was broken when Ahsoka left the Order. The man who had convinced you to have fun, to not be so serious all the time. The man you would have called your best friend. The man who was practically a stranger. 

But still, there was something there. Something that the Dark Side could not take away. No matter what he had done, a glimmer of the Light reminded in Anakin’s heart. Not enough to save you. But…maybe enough to save himself. 

“Anakin—Ani,“ you started, “we were friends. I cannot fight you.”

His grip tightened, a strangled gasp escaping your lips. But he said nothing, gave nothing away. 

“I-I know why you turned. I know the pain you must feel. You’ve lost more than anyone ever should,” you said. “But, in spite of it all, I can still feel the light in you. You know you feel it too.”

He dropped his hand. You hit the floor with a thump! You pushed yourself up, propped yourself up on your elbows. Anakin’s hand gripped the hilt of his lightsaber. There was no escaping this. You had run from your fate long enough. But, if you had to go…You wanted it to be on your own terms. 

“I know why you’re doing this. I know you’re hunting the Jedi, killing them, ensuring the Order can never rise again…I know what you plan to do. But, if you must kill me, kill me as a friend. If you must kill me, take off your mask. Kill me as a friend, not a foe.”

“Your friend is dead.”

You did your best to keep your voice steady, taking a deep breath before you spoke. Even if you had come to terms with dying, it was something else entirely to know your former friend would be the one to swing the blade. You looked at the mask that hid Anakin’s face from you. You wondered if he was pained by this, or if he was cold and indifferent.

“Then let me join him.”

Anakin raised his lightsaber. He stared at you, head tilted, considering you. Then— “You are no friend of mine.”

His lightsaber fell. 

And just like that, your vision was fulfilled. The game of cat and mouse was over. 

[aloyxtilda]

I need to say something. The saltiness I have seen against Seyka. The negativity to Aloy and Seyka's relationship even. It's hurtful and sad. I am so sad to see this from such an amazing community that I love very much. A lot of us LOVE Seyka. Attacking her character, claiming she is written badly etc. Please stop. All that is a salty opinion that some people may agree with but doesn't mean it's true for the rest of us. And it's hurtful to see everyone attacking each other over it. You are allowed to be critical of the story. But attacking each other, lashing out, being mean is wrong. I love all the characters in Horizon. All of them! And it's fine if you don't. But be polite and respectful.

Aloy is confirmed bi/lesbian. Can't we all be happy for her at least? Your fantasy still continues on with whomever character you ship her with. It doesn't need to be canon. That's not what this story is about. It's not about your fantasy. It's about Aloy's growth and her learning about love. It was beautifully and respectfully told too. So relatable as a lesbian for me. Everything. And in my opinion, It wasn't rushed at all. It felt natural. Realistic. 🌹💞

Then you got the saltiest ones saying. "But Aloy has built up all these other characters who mean something to her and putting Seyka with her as her lover is like tossing the rest of the characters under the bus." 😒 Really? So That's like me saying. I got all these people who are into me sexually and friends in my life who I made deep connections with. That means I should and must date them?? 😬 Red flag alert! No!

Sorry kids but that's not how it works. Seyka just happens to be what Aloy wants and opens her heart at the right time. It's realistic, natural and her own decision. I feel like Tilda and Lis' tragic love story helped to make Aloy realize something deeper in herself. It's Guerrilla's story and they are telling it beautifully. Not some cheap dating sim. Look, I ship Tilda with Aloy. I get it. But I am not upset that Aloy never got with her. Specially since it was canon that Tilda was totally obsessively in love with Aloy and Lis. Then she went and died. (Left up to speculation of course. 😌) Spite whoever Aloy is with romantically, I just want Tilda to be in the 3rd game.

It's fiction and supposed to be fun. But people are legit shitting on Seyka and each other! I find Seyka is an amazingly well written character. People are more upset that Aloy didn't get forced into being with their favorite character. I understand we love our favorite characters but the negativity saltiness around it is toxic. Aloy can be with whoever she wants and Seyka is her girl she chose. Seyka also represents girls out there who look like her for once. Another plus. And if you chose for her not to be with Seyka...it doesn't change her sexuality or who Aloy is and what she likes. Sorry if that upsets you but not sorry. She's B/L and we should really be happy about this. Sometimes it's our own community that can stop more industries from making games for us. Since it's always easier to go the straight route. Then it's typical and the drama stays out of it. Is that what you want?

I am so happy for Aloy and her story. I am proud of Guerrilla for telling the story they want. (Spite all the backlash now from all sides.) And not listening to any particular group who think they deserve the favoritism. Instead they gave us something new and fresh. A new character who vibes with Aloy and gives her confidence who she feels equal to but also only knows her as the girl who fell to earth. Not the savior. Not the outcast and I prefer that. I just see it as the more the merrier. Seyka is just another beautiful character we can ship Aloy with in fanart/fics. But some people rather be angry about it all and cause drama, even use it to hate on other shippers. Like fine, do that if it makes you feel better. But it looks salty and really raised a red flag for me.

Also as a middle aged elder gay who works in the gaming industry and sees so much bigotry, this behavior doesn't help and looks bad on the lgbtq+. I've seen some amazing devs already be talked badly about because of their decision. We really need to be more supportive of each other and characters that represent us and companies who risk a lot to tell stories made for smaller minority groups. The game industry is still far from being a healthy environment for women, PoC and LGBTQ+. Let's not make it worse. ❤👏 Thank you.

[firstkanaphans]

Since apparently I review Thai reality shows now...

To whoever recommended DMD Friendship to me: god bless you. It was exactly the palate cleanser I needed after suffering through BOC’s The Hidden Character.

For those who have not watched it, the whole concept of the show is that each cast member is meant to choose their acting partner—if they want one. So each week they have industry-relevant tasks (shout out to Zee Pruk who showed up to judge the modeling task and kept telling the boys to take their shirts off) and then the winner of the task gets to pick a fellow cast member to go on a date with.

Sorry, not a date. “Special Friendship Time.” Because that’s a lot less gay.

This Special Friendship Time consisted of date-like activities like candlelit dinners and sleeping in the same bed.

The whole show was the perfect mixture of professional and unhinged and somehow managed to have a better romance arc than like 80% of BLs. What Domundi needs to do is turn this whole concept into a scripted show because it would make bank.

A few highlights:

Each member of the cast had to write a secret love letter to whomever they wanted to be their partner and then we got a montage of them all kicking their feet like school girls as they read the letters in bed

The boys would get so jealous if the person they wanted to be their partner spent “Special Friendship Time” with anyone else

One precious baby was worried that he wasn’t ready for marriage partnership yet because he was still in school and didn't want to inconvenience anyone

The partner reveal happened via each half of the pair walking along a red string of fate until they met in the middle (spoiler image below the cut)

The boys whose partnership offer was rejected got a giant stuffed teddy bear as a consolation prize and I swear at least one of them was more excited about the teddy bear

Anyway, I highly recommend it for anyone who’s interested in this kind of thing and I promise it won’t leave you feeling icky like THC did. One of my main complaints about THC was that it felt very exploitative. This did not. I learned nothing more intimate about these boys than what their favorite food is and the judging was so much more kind. The whole series is only six episodes long and it left me feeling warm and fuzzy. But fair warning: you will come out of it shipping these stupid actors because Domundi is gonna Domundi. So proceed with caution??

[sukibenders]

Marina Thompson (or Crane however yall want to refer to her) you will be avenged! Baby girl did not deserve all that, nor the slander that some fans give towards her. That being said, I feel like the show fumbled the ball with her and her future, if that, storyline all the way in the left field. Bare with me- here you have a biracial black woman entering this white family/household who already is against her, or more so Lady Featherington and that maid or whomever she gossips with. Like, LF wasn't kind from the beginning at all (we see how she treats her own daughters) but as soon as she noticed Marina taking attention away from her daughters (literally just by existing), she becomes even more spiteful and mean as she sees her as a threat. Even willing to sell her off to an older man, who could have harmed her, even after discovering that she was pregnant, just to get her out of her hair. Can you see the obvious undertones that carries?

To add on to that, the only friend that Marina can gain, can find solace in, Penelope ends up betraying her because she notices that Colin has been courting her and wants to marry her. Like, to me no matter how you spin it, what Penelope did was wrong because she not only spread all of Marina's intimate privacy to a judgmental society and put her in a very dangerous situation, but also her daughter. Do you honestly think that even with Marina being "fortunate" enough to become a Lady and cared for, her daughter Amanda will be welcomed into the Ton with open arms or at least with little difficulty?

Moving on from that, the fans aren't any better because the rhetoric they use is very disgusting and borderline racist. Painting her as this conniving woman who was only trying to trap this poor white man for her own gain (completely disregarding that Colin is, not only, an adult and can make his own decisions, would have likely raised the twins as his own, but also the whole point of the show is to obtain a match who could also provide for you aka all of which Marina was doing), ignoring how her choices were very limited and she was in an abusive household but are quick to paint her as an antagonist towards Pen (ignoring how she was the only one, outside of Eloise and Colin, who befriended her and helped give her confidence). I could go on!

And, lastly, while I haven't read the books I do know/am remotely aware that Marina does die in the books (possibly in a very traumatic way, correct me if I'm wrong) and Philip moves on with Eloise. Now, maybe the show didn't intend for it to be read this way, but it does give the vibe of the disposable black woman trope (it already did with the treatment of her and Polin, but this even more so because she literally dies). While Philip and Marina are very obviously shown to not have any romantic attraction, the show hardly does a good job at even making them seem as if they are remotely comfortable or at least friendly with one another. It's even painted as the last option available, which wouldn't be bad if we actually got to see the pair connect. Instead, Marina just seems lonely and an afterthought. We don't get anything else about her life nor see if she has any connections with the rest of the world (I don't think she does), so her dying would be even more saddening especially since she would be leaving behind her kids. And while I'm glad Philip and Eloise fans could potentially get their ship, it isn't lost on me that that would have to be at the cost of a black woman, who didn't even have a happy life to begin with. Like, again, maybe the writers didn't intend for this narrative to be there, but it is, and even worse is that Netflix or whoever has done very little to assist Ruby from the online hate and bullying she has received from fans, especially shippers (though, I don't think they do that for any of their cast, especially those who are poc e.g. what happened with Simone, Charithra, Regé, etc), and how she had to be hospitalized twice because her mental health was bad.

Marina deserves/deserved so much better (she will always be loved by me as the fandom could never make me hate her, even though there is little reason too).

[acourtofthought]

Not Elucien related but do you think after HOFAS there's a chance that Nesta will in fact move away from the inner circle? The spoilers I've seen, it feels like she is unhappy with her life and I think there's a possibility we might see her moving away from NC altogether and getting involved in Autumn drama (helping Eris kill Baron).

I do think Nesta will move away from the Inner Circle, but not the Night Court.

At first thought, it seems like Feyre, Nesta, and Elain all working together as one big happy family within the Inner Circle would be picture perfect.

But, would it?

Because there will always be an imbalance in that scenario. Feyre is their High Lady and Rhys would be their High Lord, the sisters would be forced to listen to them when it came down to it.

And that does not give room for the sisters growth into individuals, into striking a healthy balance where they each respect their own strengths and independence outside one another.

Nesta's sister and Nesta's brother-in-law being able to tell her what to do does not create an environment where being sisters comes first.

I think the same will be said of Elain, she is mated to Lucien who is set up to become a High Lord and regardless of what side of the ship wars you fall on, mates are equals which means Elain should technically have it in her to be capable of ruling as well. Her ending up working for the IC would also create an unfair imbalance between her potential and her relationship with Feyre.

But in SF, everything we were told is that the Night Court is her home. The HOW is her home. There is nothing to indicate she would leave the Night Court for Autumn and honestly, there's nothing to suggest that Eris would be willing to work with Nesta after she screwed him over in SF. The Autumn Court drama involves Beron, Lucien, Eris and the LoA. Despite them working with Eris in SF, their interactions with him took place outside the NC because outsiders are not permitted within it's borders. So long as Beron is alive, nobody with NC ties is going to easily play a part there, not when Eris was aware of Az trying to spy.

This next part will contain HOFAS spoilers so if you're avoiding them, you might want to stop reading here.

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The ending of HOFAS has Bryce leaving her birthright (which is the Prison lands, the would be Dusk Court) to Nesta because of the 8 pointed star tattoo she had.

I'm not sure that the land itself is destined for Nesta to rule because she isn't a descendant of Theia and we're told that only her heirs have true claim to that land.

But Nesta is set up to become the general of the Valkyrie and she is most likely going to be responsible for setting the restoration of the lands into motion. Just as Bryce passed the torch to Nesta, it could be part of Nesta's destiny to pass the torch to whomever is meant to tie their magic into the land (maybe Mor?). The reason I say this is because whoever is tied to the land should probably remain there and since Valkryie territory is a group of female warriors, I can't see how Nesta would be it's "leader" (different from general) when she's mated to Cassian and they were left the HOW which Nesta says is her home. Since Mor's preference is that of females, she and a female love interest would make sense being the permanent presence, overseeing the Valkyrie while Nesta is their general.

But regardless of who oversees the Valkryie territory, we learned in SF that the Valkyrie were independent of the courts which is a way for Nesta to remain living in the Night Court while her job provides her a loophole to not report directly to Rhys.

[minminyoonjii]

Phobia [OT8/Fem! Reader]

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A flash fic of Straykids in a Psycho AU.

You always fancied Chan but your best friend Minho seems to disprove your liking. He warned you but you shrugged it off. That night Seungmin invited you for a quick visit to a club. Who knew that spirals of misfortunes could happen within that same night?

🔗https://archiveofourown.org/works/42980760

🌹CW

Murder Mystery|Kidnapping|Stalking|Major Character Death|Open Ending|Gaslighting|Manipulative Relationships|Psychopaths-AU

💌 This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.

🍄Wordcount: 1.1K

Growing up in District 9 you always looked up to Chan, admittedly that admiration grew into a fancy. "Where are you heading to?" Minho asked, taking a sip of his americano. You locked your locker, looking up at your best friend, "Seungmin invited me to the club tonight. Who knows maybe I'll see Chan," you said, grinning. Minho rolled his eyes, "You shouldn't get together with him, agi-ah," he said, slinging his bag over his shoulder. You furrowed your eyes, "I can like whoever I want," you muttered. Minho raised his hands in surrender, "Whatever you say," he said, before stuffing them into his pockets. 

***

"You feeling alright?" Seungmin asked, rubbing your back. You smiled, "Yup, just a bit nervous is all," you said, rubbing the back of your nape. Seungmin chuckled, "You'd be fine, if anything happens I'll be watching," he said, reassuring you. You giggled, nodding "Alright then, let's go in," you said, walking towards the dance floor. "Hey, didn't think I'd see you here," Chan said, handing you a drink. You giggled, taking the drink, "I could say the same for you," you said, taking a sip. You grimaced. wrinkling your nose, "What's in this," you groaned. Chan chuckled, "Just soju and sprite nothing too strong," he said, taking a sip of his. You bit your tongue, chugging the drink in one shot. Chan's eyes widen "Whoa, slow down there," he said, taking the cup from you. You shook your jitters away, "I'll be fine, as you said it's nothing too strong. Do you want to dance?" you asked. Chan smiled, "I thought I would be the first one to ask," he said, setting your drinks down. You giggled, "Well, drunk me is a bit bolder," you said, walking towards the main floor.

Seungmin watched from afar, keeping you within his gaze as he watched you dance with Chan. Hyunjin sat next to Seungmin, "What are you staring at?" he asked, following Seungmin's gaze. He clenched his jaw feeling jealousy and rage from what he was looking at. Chan's hands wrapped around your waist as he rested his chin on your shoulder, smirking while locking eyes with Hyunjin. Seungmin sighed, finishing his drink, "I better get her home," he said, patting Hyunjin's shoulder. 

***

"I'm not drunk," you slurred, resting your body on Seungmin's side. "Sure you aren't," he said, slinking your arm over his shoulder. You grumbled, holding onto Seungmin for stability. One thing Seungmin failed to realize was someone else was following the both of you. Chan kept a safe distance between you two, stalking from afar, never approaching too near. 

Seungmin laid you on your bed, "You're going to be alright, right?" he asked, taking off your shoes. You nodded, scrolling through your phone, "I'll be fine, I'm sobering up already," you muttered. Seungmin sighed, "Rest well then, I'll set up hangover meds by your bed in the morning," he said, closing your bedroom door. You suddenly got a text after Seungmin shut your door, 'Minho hyung said you went out Noona. Did you have fun?' Jeongin texted, adding a smile at the end. You cooed at his cuteness and texted back.

Throughout your sleep were nothing but peaceful, absolutely knocked out from the alcohol and exhaustion. Except for a silent watcher, hovering over your bed, "You're so cute, noona," Jeongin whispered, brushing away your hair from your face. He broke into your house but didn't know that someone noticed his actions.

***

You slung your bag over your shoulder, "Innie-ah!" you shouted, waving at him but before you could get closer, Felix grabbed his collar, laying a heavy punch to Jeongin's cheek. "You filthy pervert," he growled, disgusted by Jeongin's actions. "Noona, he's been watching you sleep for god knows how long," he said, gritting his teeth when Jeongin did nothing but laugh. "You sick bastard," he hissed, laying a few more punches, breaking Jeongin's nose. 

Hyunjin rested his hand on your head, you flinched, eyes darting around from shock and disgust "I already called the police, they'll be here in a bit. Yongbok-ah, don't kill him or else you'd be sent in too," he shouted, tugging Felix off Jeongin's unconscious body, a grin still plastered on his face. Felix scoffed, "You forgot I'm part of the trainee force. I'll bring him in myself," he said, taking out his handcuffs, and cuffing Jeongin's wrists together. 

"What's wrong?" Changbin asked, seeing your teary face. Hyunjin explained as you buried your face within Changbin's chest, trembling in his hold. Seungmin ran towards you, wanting nothing more than to pull you into his arms but Changbin kept his grip tight. Deep down you trusted Changbin more than Seungmin but that was the problem. 

Night came, and you fell asleep after trying to force yourself to stay awake but you couldn't. Hyunjin cracked his neck, "That son of a bitch," he muttered, filling your room with chloroform the moment you tucked yourself under the sheets. He carried you, kidnapping you to an abandoned but fully furnished house. During the act, Hyunjin didn't see another pair of eyes watching him. Jisung kept his gaze on the car number plate, memorizing it and making sure to stay quiet during the whole thing.

He called Changbin, knowing Changbin was someone you trusted. Changbin clenched his jaw, taking his bat with him "Fucking hell," he cursed, easily finding Hyunjin's car with Jisung's smart thinking. Changbin got to the house, holding his bat tightly but was shot from the back "Don't you fucking dare," Felix growled, clutching his gun "We found traces of pictures and polaroids all over your room, Seo Changbin," he hissed.

Changbin stumbled to say a word, wanting to defend himself but Felix reloaded his gun, putting a bullet straight into Changbin's skull. The police force ended up keeping Jeongin and Hyunjin under custody, having stacks of evidence for their crimes. What the police didn't know was that some of the evidence was fabricated. Heavy fabricated to keep them behind bars for a very long time.

***

You shudder, burying your face into Minho's shoulder. He chuckled, "You feeling cold?" he asked, wrapping his jacket around you. The both of you started dating a while after the whole fiasco. You furrowed your eyebrows, nodding, "Yes, but I feel like I'm missing something. Like a red flag churning in my gut," you muttered. Minho frowned, ruffling your hair, "It could be trauma resurfacing," he said, rubbing your back. You nodded, leaning against him, "You're right, it must be that," you said, convincing yourself. Minho smiled, "Let's go get cheesecake, your favourite," he said, holding your hand. You giggled, nodding.

Unknowingly to you, the mastermind of your horrors was the man standing by your side right now.

List:

Crush: Chan

Your best friend: Minho

You go to the club with: Seungmin

You start dancing with: Chan

Watches you dance: Seungmin

Get jealous: Hyunjin

Gets you drunk: Chan

Walks you home: Seungmin

Secretly follows you home: Chan

Suddenly texts you when you're home: Jeongin

Breaks into your apartment while you're asleep: Jeongin

The next day you meet: Jeongin

Beats him up in front of you: Felix

Calls the police: Hyunjin

The policeman is: Felix

Who you trust but shouldn't: Changbin

Who you don't trust but should: Seungmin

Kidnaps you at night: Hyunjin

Saw you getting kidnapped: Jisung

Who saves you: Changbin

Kills your saviour: Felix

Gets Arrested: Jeongin (but for plot Hyunjin too)

Planned all of this: Minho

[cancerian-woman]

"you want every male character to be obsessed with bonnie" when bonnie had a total of 2 love interests in all of 8 seasons while the other girlies had more than one major romance AND minor love interests like bffr

Bonnie had 2 canon love interests. Jeremy which lasted until season 6. Then Enzo was an afterthought at the very last bit of season 7. We couldn’t even get Bonnie being bisexual and dating Nora. The other girls got to experience romance and have sex be seen as sexy or beautiful. But, Bonnie? Nothing close.

Throughout TVD it was very clear Elena/Caroline weren’t virgins and had sex. Bonnie didn’t lose her virginity until S5 and on top of that Jesse died + passed through her as the anchor meaning Bonnie was in physical torture while having sex. She was shown in bed with Enzo but never a scene where he’s stripping her down or anything else of the sort. They completely desexualized Bonnie.

We can’t forget there was a literal Bamon ban & Julie’s Kennett meltdown on Twitter. Kat herself said she pitched for Bonnie’s sexuality being explored and got shut down. Yet in TO Freya’s bisexual in the last two seasons of the show.

It has to be some pro/Elena/Caroline fan. It’s funny these hateful anons came targeted me after a certain Elena fan made a reverse racism claim towards Bonnie fans and Caroline/Elena. (And a bunch of other negative posts to Bonnie fans…) If it isn’t that person, it still doesn’t change the fact that it’s always okay to ship E & C with whomever but as soon as Bonnie fans do anything here come the criticisms, the OOC-ness or any other harassment for simply engaging in fandom.

i may write a lot of opinions but i truly don’t care what someone else likes or how they engage bc who am I to tell you how to have fun? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ yet whoever sending those anon hates seems to be determined on policing Bonnie fans.

thank you for the ask & positive words!

[leffee]

Sunil x Russell things

- Sunil is the only one who’s seen Russell without a shirt on since they’ve been dating for a while. (I’d like to add that whoever Russell is dating in the current time would see him without the shirt because it’s based on trust I know I’ve said it before with others)

-Russell may have a candle addiction and Sunil sort of helps him support it..

-In the beginning of their relationship Russell refused to do anything gross in front of Sunil for the longest time (examples: puke, poo, blow his nose,cut his toe nails,fart ect.

-Sunil and Russell have to survive on coffee but have such different coffee tastes and it sometimes switches so they have so many different flavors and add ins stocked constantly as well as a fancy coffee maker.

-Russell tracks Sunil when he goes out not because he doesn’t trust him but because he worries.

-They watch old movies together.

-Sunil has over time figured out Russell’s cleaning style and has worked on getting it down pat so he can help with chores the “right way.”

-They people watch in public a lot.

- Russell actually enjoys being picked up more than he says he does especially when he’s tired.

- Russell has so many pillows everywhere but Sunil doesn’t mind he has his favorites.

-Sunil hates Russell’s alarm clock with a burning passion lol

-Sunil will sometimes nuzzle Russell’s nose instead of kissing him goodbye so he doesn’t embarrass him in front of others ...Russell still blushes when it happens though.

-Sunil has given up anything marshmallow related he refuses to buy or eat anything with marshmallow in it since Russell hates them so much he just thinks of it as an allergy to make life easier when people ask.

Would you like more?

I think I might do other ships to but this one has been it lately.

Yipeee! No Vinnie this time but I think I will survive. Vinnie withdrawal is real after all.

that first one, yeah, I know. Russell does not go around without a shirt just like that so he will only do that with whomever he's dating, this time it's Sunil :)

ayo? Candle addiction? I like candles very much too, though probably not as much as he does. Sunil enables him. I just hope neither of them is a piromaniac too uh oh

yyyeah I imagine Sunil too wouldn't do something like that especially at first. But Russell especially and it would take him longer. Can I say we should normalize farting around others? Listen, if I need to fart then I need to fart, ain't nothing funny about that, it's something everyone does

oh no, both coffee addicts, ahhh just like Vinnie is with energy drinks (I miss him and sometimes still hear his voice :( ). You open their cabinet and it's just... coffee, that's it. I'm gonna imagine that the coffee maker was a gift from one of them to the other but he knew he was gonna be using it too so it was for both of them really

tracks? I wonder how he does that... like he could have Sunil's phone bugged or something but he could also just text him all the time, know what I mean? And there's also the question if Sunil is aware of it and if so if he has any thoughts about it. He could be creeped out but he could also understand given how nervous he himself is

damn, I can't believe Sunil is cheating on Vinnie and watches movies with someone else then him :(. But actually as soon as Vinnie would hear that they're watching old movies I think he'd be like "Ohhh, oh, okay, no, nope, cheat all you want." he doesn't like old movies here so it's alright

maaan, man, I heard of changing your entire personality to appease someone, but Sunil changing his cleaning style so that Russell's happy? Understandable, especially given how much Russell cares about keeping his space tidy and how he has his own rules and think they are the best ones out there

hehe, their dates just consist of sitting on a bench and observing others like 👁👁 ah yes, another satysfying date

yeah, I say, Vinnie, Minka, and Russell being the small ones are also most pickable, but while Vinnie and Minka are all happy about it Russell probably just thinks it makes him look childlish cause he "can take care of himself". Fortunately, he has a tall bf who will pick him up and carry anyway, he's used to that already

yipee pillow person! I bet he has them everywhere for comfort, at least partly. And damn, Sunil couldn't be more happy actually cause why wouldn't he want pillows everywhere? He probably gifts Russell them often because of it and once again they both use them

ahaha yeeeah, I would probably hate it too if someone else's alarm woke me up when I didn't need waking up. Sunil just wakes up all grumpy

awww nose nuzzles <3 idk Russell, I think this is still very telling. As long as he's comfortable tho

oh no, Sunil has seen Russell hate marshmallows so many times he learned to hate them too, negative reinforcements worked like a charm. I imagine Russell is very happy about that

Yes of course I'd like more :D be it those two or any other pairing, I think I can live without Vinnie every now and then. He is Sunil and Russell's third wheel anyway.

Russunil? More like Susell, of course.

[destinyc1020]

I am on twitter surrounded by timdayas because I too am a Timmy fan, and yes there are a few weird ones like in any fandom but the majority don't ship them. They just like the friendship and the chaotic energy. They are more TNT shippers, blame the showmance for Bones I guess

Thanks Anon.

Look, ppl can go ahead and ship whoever they want with whomever they want. Nobody can control that. 🤷🏾‍♀️

But don't be coming on to blogs where you know good and well that the owners are fans and shippers of Tomdaya, and trying to force your Timdaya ship on to us, or come in here wondering why we're just "meh" about your Timdaya ship.

Like, make it make sense! 🥴

It's actually kinda sad too, coz I really do like both of them, and I actually didn't mind the Timmy/Z content during "Dune" press.... They were funny together lol. But after two years of you weirdos coming into my blog, I've actually started to get a bit turned off, even though I actually DON'T mind Timmy and Z as friends. 🤷🏾‍♀️

It's the weirdness of the Timdaya shippers or "friendshippers" (whatever you wanna call it🙄) that have actually made it an eye roll for the rest of us. If you'd just been NORMAL, maybe you would have had more Tomdaya shippers loving their friendship lol.

That's why you don't see Tomdaya shippers having any issues with Josh and Mike. 🤷🏾‍♀️ Most of THEIR fans aren't trying to force this weird "besties" (or romantic) angle on to Z and the two of them, their fans don't think their actor fave is the best actor in the universe🙄, and their fans aren't putting Tom down every chance they get, etc... Like, the list goes on and on.

Idk why some just don't see the difference. 🤷🏾‍♀️

[goforth-ladymidnight]

Tamlin Week, Day 5: Purpose

Question: Tamlin seems to have lost his purpose, if you could give it back to him what would his new purpose be?

Answer:

“I never expected—never wanted—my father’s title. My brothers would have never let me live to adolescence if they had suspected that I did. So the moment I was old enough, I joined my father’s war-band and trained so that I might someday serve my father, or whichever of my brothers inherited his title.” He flexed his hands, as if imagining the claws beneath. “I’d realized from an early age that fighting and killing were about the only things I was good at.”

“I doubt that,” I said.

He gave me a wry smile. “Oh, I can play a mean fiddle, but High Lords’ sons don’t become traveling minstrels. So I trained and fought for my father against whomever he told me to fight, and I would have been happy to leave the scheming to my brothers. But my power kept growing, and I couldn’t hide it—not among our kind.”

~ A Court of Thorns and Roses

The most common suggestion I have seen for what should happen to Tamlin’s character is that he should step down and become the traveling minstrel he always wanted to be, and let Lucien and Elain take over the Spring Court. Because they represent sunlight and flowers.

Ship wars aside, I will admit that I entertained that thought for a short while, because Tamlin has been through so much, and I'd love to see him do something he loves. However, I fear that would be the last we see of him in this story, and I think there's more for him to do. The evidence?

My power kept growing.

In a fantasy series where one's destiny is determined from birth, or at least their mate is, then it seems plausible that the Cauldron does not choose a new High Lord at random. I believe that Tamlin was always meant to be the future High Lord of the Spring Court, or at least he was chosen when he was very young.

By the time the story starts, we don't know how long Tamlin has been High Lord, only that he's been at it for a while. At least a few decades, if not a couple centuries. (He and Rhys are over 500 years old, after all.) Several courtiers defected to other Courts once he assumed his role, since they didn't want to be ruled by a "warrior-beast" who didn't know how to play politics.

When human Feyre shows up, there aren't many people left, but it would seem that whoever is left is loyal. His sentries willingly crossed the Wall to give him a chance to break the curse. Alis joined the Spring Court as a servant to save her nephews' lives, and Tamlin protected them. His people danced with him on Solstice. When the curse was lifted Under the Mountain, Spring courtiers fought back against Amarantha’s guards, "their masks clattering to the ground". For all intents and purposes, Tamlin was loved and respected as High Lord.

However, as of the events in ACOSF, his Court is in shambles, and he is a shadow of his former self, prowling the ruins in his beast form. The Inner Circle, especially Rhysand, thinks he deserves this fate. They tolerate his existence for as long as it serves their purpose: peace.

So what is left for a beastly High Lord to do? Find someone or something to care about. Whether it is another person, a place, or a thing, allowing himself to care about something--anything--else will help him break out of this downward spiral. It could be as simple as tending his mother's rose garden, or nursing a wounded creature back to health, or caring for any faeries who might still live within his territory.

I might even go so far as to suggest that a certain character introduced in ACOWAR (Briar, one of the Children of the Blessed who was rescued from Hybern's camp) might be involved. It would not be her job to save him, of course, but for someone suffering from depression, sometimes it takes someone else being there to hold out their hand and help them up. More on that tomorrow (Day 6, Future).

As I mentioned in my essay for Day 3, I think Tamlin has already been redeemed. That was Step 1. Now he needs to heal (Step 2). Step 3 involves him finding his purpose i.e. something to care about. And I believe that something will eventually extend to the entirety of the Spring Lands. Then, it's just a matter of reaching for his crown with both hands (not paws) to resume the role he was always destined to fill: High Lord of the Spring Court.