#idk how lore compliant any of this is but i like it so far i think

[glamfellens]

replaying poe!!!! so im having some Tarren thoughts:

born in old vailia, her parents emigrated from the white that wends

need to work on the specifics for why but they left young...I want to say it was a love match that was frowned upon so they decided to be together and make a new life elsewhere

Tarren was a twilight baby who came much later

by the time she was born her parents were well established in old vailia in service of a (middling) landed family.

disparity in ocean folk lifespan vs glamfellen lifespan.... in return for a couple of generations worth of service, family offered to pay for Tarren's education, making her a ward of the family

(for reference on tarren's standing and familiarity with the family following this, using Wickham's position, and his and Darcy's relationship from pride & prejudice as a model)

her cipher abilities manifested as a child...perhaps around 11 or 12

they were treated as more of a novelty and parlour trick more than anything by her friends and peers, family took it more seriously

Tarren leaned into this, enjoying showing off by giving foreboding, cheering or mysterious readings depending on her mood/who she was doing the reading for (and who she was Performing for)

Tarren's parents pass on at some point later... sad but not tragic, they had long rich lives. Tarren is independent now

later on, well into adulthood, is when a rival family causes the downfall for Tarren's family, causing her to flee Old Vailia entirely.

[finchly-tintinnabulation]

- Foster Fail -

OCs: Parker Brown (baseline), Battle-Brother Mikhail (Dark Angel), Blood Claw Kári (Space Wolf). Brother-Sergeant Perseus (Ultramarine) and Battle-Brother Celeborn (Lamenter) are mentioned but don't appear yet

Tags: Space Marine Husbandry (Sentience), found family dynamics that will be elaborated on, fluffy self indulgent nonsense, Space Wolf is big doggy, gay ass space marines

This idea wormed its way into my brain after binge reading @kit-williams's Space Marine Husbandry stuff, though what I've written may not exactly be compliant with the established lore in terms of bonds. Idk I'm a silly guy who likes nontraditional found family,, ty to @daily-shenanigans784 for the beta and to my beloved Blood Angels fan for giving a seal of approval lol

The Chorus: @thisuserislilsilly

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“I just don’t see myself taking on any Blood Angels in the future.” 

“Really?” The new case worker tipped her head to Parker, clutching her clipboard and giving him a bemused look over the cafe table.

“Don’t get me wrong, my friend has a beautiful Sanguinary flock with a dreadnought they absolutely adore, so I can see the appeal. It’s more of a lifestyle thing.” Licking his lips, he brushed the last crumbs of pastry from his fingers, crumpling up his napkin to discard on his empty plate.

“You say that like you don’t have a Lamenter roosting in your barn, Mr. Brown. Clearly you know how to keep ‘em.” She tittered. Speaking to another baseline was certainly a change of pace from Ankesh, the Salamander he’d corresponded with the last few years, but so far he had no complaints about Lorraine.

Parker scoffed. “Celeborn and Percy are a bonded pair, I had no say in the matter.” Well, that wasn’t entirely true, but it was hard to imagine life without the Lamenter these days.

“Oh, Perseus? Your Ultramarine?” Lorraine’s bleach blonde hair swished as she glanced down at her clipboard.

“Mhm.”

She peered over the top of her forms, expression quizzical as he took a final swig of his coffee. “I thought you and him were bonded.”

“Hm? Why’s that?” With a raised brow, he wiped his lips on the sleeve of his sweatshirt.

“Well, I’ve never seen a solitary marine follow a baseline without one before.” Her round eyes bored into him, seeking answers like she could drill them out with a stare. Okay, maybe there was something he could complain about. Way too much eye contact.

“Dunno about any of that, but Percy’s family, no matter how you slice it.” Shrugging, Parker tried to find a spot on Lorraine’s nose he could look at more comfortably.

“How long have you been…?”

“Seven years.” He stated before her inquisitive silence could stretch too long. “I’m 23, be 24 in the spring.”

Beaming, her round eyes grew even wider. “No wonder you’re the local loyalist foster, if you’ve been working with Astartes for so long.” 

“Working is a strong word.” Chuckling, Parker couldn’t help but be reminded of days crawling out his bedroom window only to be scruffed by a scowling Ultramarine. “Speaking of, you bring the file?” 

“Sure thing.” Flipping past what he assumed to be his foster record, Lorraine unclipped a few papers from the stack on her clipboard, passing them across the table as he pushed his glasses up his nose. 

In the interest of skimming the whole document, Parker removed the paperclip holding the stack together and picked out the important details. Battle-Brother Mikhail, Primaris, loyalist. His brow furrowed. Dark Angel. First-time foster. “...No brothers-in-arms with this one, Lori?”

“Nope! You said you wanted to take it easy for the holidays, so I figured you’d only want one on your hands.” Lorraine grinned, seemingly oblivious to the migraine already brewing.

Fostering the rough cases of loyalist Astartes was Parker’s bread and butter, and it was partially because he had gotten quite good at tuning into their needs. Loyalists might have seemed easier than Chaos marines or Renegades, but that was only on the surface, as they could become just as unruly and sullen. Potentially violent.

 A great many fosters that had gone through Pinkman Ranch, and the most common were those poorly adjusted to the second millennium, either through recent arrival or homes that couldn’t provide for their needs. An industrious and well behaved Ultramarine or a beautiful and artistic Blood Angel could very easily become agitated and restless with someone who expected an easy foray into the benefits of having a space marine in the household. His father had taught him that the hard way.

“You’ve worked with Dark Angels before, right?” The case worker piped up, snapping Parker out of his contemplation.

“Yup. A pair of them, last year.” He mused, remembering that they were… hard to motivate. For lack of a better word, space marines with hobbies often adjusted better to a time without the strife they were built for, giving them passions to pursue. Dark Angels ran on piety and persecution as their duties, which proved to be incredibly difficult to get past. “They aren’t exactly big talkers.”

“Which makes them perfect for a nice quiet vacation!” Lorraine forged ahead, nodding eagerly.

“Mhm.” Quiet was exactly what he was worried about. Years of familiarity had cracked Percy’s shell, Celeborn was forthcoming with his needs and had Percy to advocate, and Kári wore his emotions as plainly as wearing his armor. Without a battle-brother for support, to ease his way into a new worldview, fostering a Dark Angel could be tricky and delicate work.

“My only question is how you think your Space Wolf might interact with him.”

“Kári listens to his pack. He knows to back off.” The concern was how the foster would react to his squad, not the other way around. The Blood Claw could be rambunctious, but Parker worried how such an insular marine would warm up, especially if he was out of commission for a bit and unable to stand between them. However, that wasn’t something Lorraine needed to know about.

“Anything else you wanted to ask? I assume you already know how to contact the local base.”

Parker dragged a hand through his hair, staring down at the small photo of the Primaris attached to the document. Serious but slim face, dark hair, a proud but haunted look in his eye. Of course he could always decline, but… this was part of why he started fostering after all. Percy would always be there if things got out of hand. 

“Nope, I think we’re good to go.” He paperclipped the file back together and handed it back across the table to Lorraine. “I assume you’ll send him by tomorrow?”

-

In the cold grey light of early morning, frost covered grass crunched beneath boots and sabatons alike, padding along the fence of the property. For someone so big, Parker was continuously impressed by how quiet an enormous stack of muscle and armor like a space marine could move so quietly, the Dark Angel having fallen into step behind him. 

“Just so we understand each other, you’re here to adjust, so I only have one big rule. Stay on the property, don’t go running off into the woods.” Parker looked sidelong over the barbed wire at the dense thicket of blue spruce blanketing the mountainside. “Rocky Mountain National Park is pretty damn big, so there’s plenty of room for war bands and renegades and the like, but you can’t go running after them while I’m supposed to be keeping an eye on you. Understood?”

Looking back at the marine, Parker waited for some indication of understanding, thankfully receiving a nod. 

“Great. You can run off and hunt once we’re done, though if you can’t stand being idle that long, there’s plenty to do around here.” He smiled at the impassable helmet, hoping the Astartes felt welcome behind it. Mikhail hadn’t said a word since the local base had dropped him off, but Parker had to admit to himself he didn’t expect much else. 

“Most of the profitable work is seasonal thanks to the livestock we keep, the sheep get sheared in the spring, and we harvest honey from the bees in summer and fall, but upkeep is year round. There’s also the chickens up by the house, but they’re more like pets, and we eat the eggs more than we sell them.” Meandering towards the barn, Parker chattered away, a soft pride in his chest as he talked about what had become the last few years of his life. 

It wasn’t long before he was intercepted, a behemoth in grey armor rising from where he’d been sitting amongst the flock of sheep and jogging over with a sharp toothed grin. 

“This our fresh blood, PB?” Kári crowded into Parker’s space as usual, grabbing the baseline by the underarms and scooping him up for a hug in greeting. Though the armor was cold in the winter air, his body glove and skin radiated heat, and without his helmet Parker had free rein to run his hand through the Space Wolf’s short auburn curls. 

Parker chuckled. “Be nice, there’s no need to call him that. Kári, this is Battle-Brother Mikhail. Mikhail, Blood Claw Kári.” Twisting in the affectionate marine’s grip, he turned to smile encouragingly at Mikhail, gesturing as best he could for introductions. 

“No need to keep your helmet on, cousin. Let me see that pretty face of yours.” The Space Wolf teased, expression wolfishly playful as he nosed Parker’s cheek, ruffling his hair with warm puffs of breath. 

“Be nice, I said.” Parker groused, righting his glasses as Kári’s nuzzling had knocked them askew. “You don’t need to if you don’t want to, Brother Mikhail.”

Silent through their exchange, Parker half expected the Dark Angel to ignore Kári, but to his surprise after a moment of stillness Mikhail reached up. With a hiss of a releasing seal, his helm was removed and magnetized to his hip. 

The printed black and white thumbnail image on his file did him no justice. Wavy black hair hung down to the man’s jaw, framing oddly wide green eyes and high cheekbones. He, much like Kári, had a look of youth almost uncharacteristic of the Adeptus Astartes, but with a pale face rather than the Space Wolf’s freckled and suntanned one. 

Kári whistled appreciatively. “Oh, you are pretty! Why don’t you waste some time with me tending the sheep?“ Parker was ready to scold him when Mikhail defied his expectations once again and looked shy. A blushing Astartes was truly a sight to behold, and the baseline had to consciously keep his mouth shut so as to not gape at him. 

“That which does not serve the Emperor’s will is not anything praiseworthy.” Mikhail muttered, voice soft but oddly robotic. Blinking, Parker stared at the Dark Angel for a long moment before covering his mouth with a hand, almost certain that laughing would be seen as disrespectful.

“Seeing as he isn’t here to impose that will, I wouldn’t concern yourself.” Tipping his head at the other marine, Kári spoke flippantly. Already pushing buttons. Mikhail’s brow furrowed into a frown. 

“What he means to say,” Parker quickly interjected, “Is that nobody can find your Emperor in our time. Humanity is not united under him like in yours, so… he’s not exactly leading anything here. At the moment.”

Jaw working, Mikhail’s lips twisted as he seemed to think for a long moment, perhaps coming up with a retort as he stared intently at the baseline. It was what Parker often feared working with loyalists; they only knew to be His weapons. However, there was no way of knowing what Mikhail thought, as he once again fell silent with a brief nod of understanding. 

“How about we head back to the house? Percy and Celeborn are still baking?” Uneasy but relieved for the time being, Parker steered the conversation away from the Astartes’s past (future?) and patted Kári’s gorget in a request to be put down that was quickly obliged. 

“Lead the way.” Kári pressed his nose to the baseline’s mousy brown hair one last time before letting him go, and Parker started the trek back to the farmhouse, the two space marines following behind like a pair of very large, armored ducklings. 

[typingatlightspeed]

if you love being asked about mi lore then i guess i'll keep the questions coming, too!

you are very canon-compliant—not only lore-wise, but gameplay-wise too: respawn, medic's endurance and self-healing, explosives-jumping, voice comms… probably more stuff i can't remember off the top of my head. i really enjoy when gameplay-ish stuff gets mentioned in tf2 fics, and mi is no exception! sometimes that stuff is hard to integrate with lore, though. are there any game mechanics and such that you specifically exclude from mi's canon? and, are there any game mechanics not mentioned above that are a part of mi's canon? what exactly is your thought process linking gameplay stuff with mi stuff?

HELL YEAH

To me, the game came first, so it's where a lot of the initial canon comes from, yanno? Especially the voice lines, since there's so much of their personalities there right out the gate. So I try to integrate the game mechanics into my stories as much as I can. Especially since respawn is referenced in-game (Engie asking Heavy how much all of these coffins are costing him as a domination line, suggesting he's died multiple times), and the simple fact of the whole point of the Gravel War is to keep two somehow-identical teams fighting a standstill war over the Mann brothers' mutually inherited properties for whatever The Administrator's purposes are, Respawn makes sense. You can't fight a generational forever war if the same 18 guys you have fighting die off, yanno?

I also like using lines from the game and meet the team videos when I can. It's always fun. Plus, idk, Heavy's "Maybe. *sniff* Maybe." just comes across like something he probably says often. It's got the air of being an affectation of his. <3 And lord knows the man has a lot of affectations (like speaking in third person SOMETIMES but not all the time, so I think he's just out here amusing himself lol).

As far as things that I exclude? One I can think of off the dome is probably Scout's double jumping, at least as it's portrayed in-game, where dude literally just jumps off of nothing, like dude's creating force effects as stepping stones or some shit, lol. I could maybe justify BLU Scout learning to do it with magic after becoming a faun, but since it's a standard-issue Scout ability on both sides, it's really hard to justify in the actual story, since homie's straight up breaking physics. Instead, I like to justify it as him kicking off of things, doing a bit of parkour in essence, wall jumps and catching small ledges and loose bricks and such. BLU Scout kicking off the staircase to jump onto the balcony in The Extreme Path is an example of this. I imagine BLU Scout has an easier time of this kind of jumping with hooves instead of feet, since he has a smaller surface he needs to find purchase with now compared to RED Scout still needing to use the toe of his sneakers.

As far as I'm concerned The Atomizer might just be creating little force effect jump points for the triple jump, who knows? MannCo builds some wild shit, lol.

Other than that? I kind of ignore Engie using metal as a resource with his wrench-whacking of machines to upgrade them. His wrench-whacking is usually written as just a way to kick the machine's auto-build function (which, they do auto-build in-game if you just let 'em go) into high gear, and as such a way to get the upgrade auto-build function to engage. It's hand-wavey, but it works, much like Engie's percussive construction in the first place, lol.

Oh, and Saxton Hale is the size he is in the comics, not in-game, lmao. Bosses are always scaled up for gameplay purposes though so that's neither here nor there.

When I eventually get to MvM (and I will), I have a few ideas of how I'm covering all of that, but there shouldn't be much more gameplay/story dissonance either, there. Other than BLUs actually wearing their colours (which from what I remember hearing--though maybe this is apocryphal--was the original conceit, but it was too confusing for players coming to it from PVP, and also the gray robots didn't stand out enough from the BLU mercs to be visually distinct, so they went RED v blue (rather than BLU) for the colour schemes instead for visual clarity).

Nothing else is jumping out at me immediately, though I imagine there's something I'm missing. If something's glaring like "but what about this thing!" pls ask, I'll have an answer! :D

[siambre]

Hi! I just finished binge reading ‘Through Fire and Vows’ and loved it! Usually a fic being unfinished is a dealbreaker for me, but I read some of your other zutara fics and had to check it out. I just had one question, what happened in this au that makes it so different from canon? Sorry if this is a little confusing but, in canon, Lu Ten and Azulon died and Ursa was banished, leading to Ozai taking the throne. Is this au different because Lu Ten never died and it never triggered those events? Did this impact the SWT because there seems to be no Avatar around, therefore Katara and Sokka never found him and never stopped the war? Also, Zuko was scarred but wasn’t banished, right? Or did he find the Avatar, succeed in his mission and come back just as ignorant? Sorry if that’s too many questions. Usually when I’m reading an AU set in the atla world, I get carried away thinking about how it diverges from canon. Anyway, I’ve been enjoying the fic so far and can’t for the yearning-stage in this fic, especially since you write enemies so well! ❤️

hi!!! thank you so much for giving the fic a shot ❤️

no need to apologize for asking, i really appreciate the questions! the au is actually quite canon compliant in regards to the FN lore and royal family, but there are a couple major divergences:

1. this au takes place in the year 99 AG like canon — the difference here is we've sort of gone back in time to when Iroh was still besieging Ba Sing Se, and Lu Ten and Azulon were still alive. so basically all of those events happen when Zuko is a young adult instead of a child

2. he did have an Agni Kai with Ozai when he was 13, but he wasn't banished since Ozai wasn't the Fire Lord at the time and Azulon prevented such an over-the-top punishment

3. the reason Zuko is much more arrogant here is because he wasn't banished and is older, therefore he's been indoctrinated for a lot longer and never got the chance to broaden his worldview via the exile

4. he's also less important in the grand scheme of things since Lu Ten has 2 children in this au, so he's further down the line of procession (for now)

5. the Avatar does exist here, but idk yet if Aang will ever get out of the ice since Katara isn't there anymore to break him out. we'll see how she'll work with Zuko to end the war 😌

hope that answered all your questions. if you have any more, please don't hesitate to ask! i love getting to chat about my work ☺️

[commanderjuni]

so far, all i can rlly think about is... a charr? which is funny since i've always proclaimed myself an asura truther but each time i ask myself "right. so, what race do i think i want to make?" or "what race do i find the coolest right now?" i look at all the races and make like. tbh creature eyes at the charr

my first character i got serious about trying to level was a charr, plus im just sorta drawn to them atm for some inexplicable reason! i've played through the charr story before, and the first character i was real serious about until i deleted her was a charr, too. she was a soulbeast and i had her around for a healthy while before blowing her up into smithereens. i ALSO had another charr i did the . same thing too. /lh

i also am just interested in charr culture and history as a whole, too. their focus on military, how every last charr-- from tribune to farmer-- is considered a soldier to the legion. plus. cmon. the charr having whole legions and working as one brute militaristic force is so badass!! i can see how this could affect a charr Main Story Commander Savior Of The World Special Boy protagonist

listen. idk if ff14 affected by brainwaves or whatever. but im liking the charr... ^_^ i just think they're real neat..

as for the profession of said charr? ....... shrug? i know i've asked stuff about professions but frankly i just dunno! i've played almost every class (exclude rev because im just not interested in them atm) up to level 80, so none of them are uncharted territory. i like being lore-compliant, so depending on what charr legion i choose, the decision may weigh on that, too.. i have no real preference for profession, either, so that is one really in the air! i'll have to think about it! /lh

also i'll be reblogging this post To Hell as i braindump! ^_^; so er uh... dont mind it ok... feel free 2 add any comments or insights! anything helps... /gen

twirls my hair absentmindedly.... i know i say i'll use this character and that character as my commander but making one is genuinely so hard for me! U_U each time i think i got something figured out i end up going to another character or idea.. its a bit fustrating...

[deadhumourist]

I posted 1,186 times in 2022

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Longest Tag: 110 characters

#also for some reason her looking down and seeing the closeness of their shoes waa weirdly intimate and how idk

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Mistletoe and Beskar

Pairing: Modern!Din Djarin x F!Reader. Mechanic AU.

Rating: M for the series, minors shoo. 

Warnings: Female reader, use of “she” pronoun. Reader has no physical description, but general mention of “curves.” We're here for a good time, not a canon-compliant time - watch me take massive liberties with Mandalorian lore. Well-worn and loved tropes ahoy.  Helmet off.

A/N: This was a Christmas drabble I reworked into a proper story. A big thank you to my darling @just-here-for-the-moment for reading it over and shouting at me. 

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Din sat in the waiting room of the specialist auto repair shop, mindlessly scrolling his phone. Every article was Christmas this, Christmas that. If it hadn’t been for the kid, he would have just stayed at home and never paid attention to any of it. A little smile crept up his face at the thought of his son, who was visiting Aunt Peli for a few days before Christmas.

A few minutes into his scrolling, Greef Karga's face popped up on his screen, a FaceTime call ringing loudly in the quiet room. His heart sank as he realised that he knew what this was about.

He swiped and instantly the screen animated. “Mando! You’re a difficult man to track down.”

Din winced. He had not-so-subtly been avoiding this phone call, but he had to get it out of the way one way or another.

“I keep busy with the kid and catching up with other things.”

Greef chuckled. His booming voice seemed much louder than it needed to be in the quiet of the workshop.

“You haven’t RSVP’d to my invitation, my friend. You skipped last year’s function, I hope it’s not what you’re planning to do again.”

“You know why I skipped last year, Karga.”

There was a long beat before he spoke again.

“Is she going to be there?”

“Of course she is, she’s an old friend. If I had to uninvite every person who bats their eyelashes at a Mandalorian, my guest list would be empty."

Laughter thundered through the phone, Greef very amused with himself.

Din sighed.

“Alright. Let's get it over with. But I’m not staying late at the Christmas ball. Not my scene.”

“None of this is your scene, which is the point, my friend. I await your arrival with optimism.” And with that the call ended.

Din stared morosely into the middle distance. He needed to get out of this somehow. 

He trundled into the workshop to see how far you were with the Razor Crest. He only trusted one person with his gunmetal grey Jaguar E-type and she was currently on her back underneath its chassis. 

Your denim-clad legs stuck out underneath the car and as he stared at the shoelaces on your trainers, a thought subtly drifted into his mind like the snow outside. If he had someone there she would leave him alone. Even if it only discouraged her from sticking around too long, it would be worth it. 

You were…nice. You talked to him sometimes. Despite only seeing you when the Crest was in need of some attention, he liked being around you. 

There was a quiet, unassuming comfort about you that didn't require effort on his part. You didn’t fawn over him or expect anything of him, you were just you. Unbothered with his title, reputation or what you thought you knew about him.  

He leaned against the front fender, crossing his arms across his broad frame. 

You heard the warm baritone, revealing little emotion as usual, bouncing off the cold concrete. 

“How long?”

The mechanics creeper shot out from under the car and your face came into view, a firm scowl in place. Clever hands with grime stuck in the cuticles came up to cup the air, and an uneven oil dab was streaked across your cheek, making you look grubbier than usual. 

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119 notes - Posted August 2, 2022

#4

Rescue

Summary: Oberyn brings back what belongs to him. Little comfort ficlet.

Pairing: Oberyn Martell X GN!Reader

Warnings: Mention of violence and discomfort, use of "little one" as nickname, no pronouns used, no physical description of reader.

A/N: This is a little dip into writing a new character so it won't be perfect. Oberyn is almost always associated with seggsy times so I thought it could be interesting to put him in a protector role. Microficlet - around 650 words . Thank you @just-here-for-the-moment for the read.

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You wake up. The ground is hard and compacted and it takes time to get upright, your elbows digging without much give into the soil below. A chill has sunk deep into your flesh, many hours of exposure making you icy to the touch. 

Grey light floods straight down like a dull halo on a dirty, fallen deity. It burns your newly opened eyes anyway. Vision suddenly swimming again, you lie back down and get folded into the darkness.

Until a warm hand grips your wrist and you feel your body lift.

When you wake up again, the first sensation that drags through the thick cloud of your mind is softness. Warm, brushed fleece against your skin and the comforting weight of arms wrapped firmly around you. You’re securely nestled against a broad chest when your eyes flicker open, the muted yellow silk almost covering your field of vision. Worry makes the brown eyes looking down at you inky.

He sees you draw breath to speak and he reaches down and gently cups your cheek.

“Quiet, little one. You are safe.”

And then, looking up, the words seething from his lips like smoke as he focuses on the middle distance.

“They can never hurt you again.”

You’re too tired to ask, but your eyebrows lift to him.

He looks down at you like he’s considering staying silent.

“A poison-laced dagger has pierced each hand that was laid upon you. Nailed to the trees they will wait for death - I am not merciful to those who take from me.”

You shudder in his arms. His eyes soften as they meet yours again.

“I wish you were not a witness to the cruelty of this world, my love.”

He presses you closer to him, feeling a sense of peace for the first time in the week since you disappeared.

"We are a day away from Dorne, and I will make sure that pleasure and comfort wipes away every trace of fear once we are back. That is a promise."

You drift away to the feeling of the slow rise and fall of Oberyn's chest under your cheek. You're safe.

163 notes - Posted December 4, 2022

#3

Real Sugar

A/N: So this one has been stewing for a while. It's completely self-indulgent and built around things I love irl. A huge thank you to @just-here-for-the-moment who kindly read a first draft of this - without her encouragement I probably wouldn't have worked on it again. Not beta'd mistakes are mine.

Rating: M - brief mention of smut in this but will get much spicier in subsequent parts.

Characters: Frankie Morales x f!reader - Chef AU

Warnings (let me know if I missed any): In-depth descriptions of food, cooking and feeding. Cursing, some flirting, R-rated things. Mention of receiving a noogie and reader not wanting their hair messed up.

You smoothed your Henley down and peered out of your kitchen window. It really was a perfect day to make something different. Not a cloud in sight, and sunlight was streaming in the large bay windows, bathing the counter in a soft glow.

Even though you were excited to get started, you carefully placed all your utensils out one by one, a ritual you learnt in culinary school that just became habit. Only once you had your own kitchen, your items became a little less..utilitarian. Your pastel green mixing bowl and measuring spoons stood to the side, and you ticked off the necessary items in a neat little mise en place.

You reveled in the quiet moments before you started a new dish. Taking a deep breath. It was a quiet moment with a blank canvas before it exploded in colour, and this anticipation before letting go was cathartic in a way.

You were not an expert baker, preferring to spend your time on the savoury side of the spectrum. Now that you had everything set up, you were missing one more thing.

Ah, yes.

You reached over and turned up your stereo. When you were used to the chaos and cacophony of a professional kitchen the quiet was disquieting in its own way. With this in the background, you could avoid thinking and just focus on what was in front of you.

I know you wanted me to stay

But I can't ignore the crazy visions of me in LA

And I heard that there's a special place

Where boys and girls can all be queens every single day

I'm having wicked dreams

Of leaving Tennessee

Oh, Santa Monica

I swear it's calling me

As you got into the song and your stand mixer whirred to life, you spun in the kitchen, holding the wooden spoon up like a mic, singing along loudly and tunelessly.

I'm gonna keep on dancing at the

Pink Pony Club

I'm gonna keep on dancing down in

West Hollywood

For a brief second you considered whether to take your pants off and attempt a slide into the kitchen like Tom Cruise in Risky Business. You decided against it as you heard the oven ding.

It pulled you back into your kitchen and the deliciously sweet mixture waiting to be baked.

You were excited as the cake came together bit by bit. Your best friend Hannah was celebrating her birthday so you were heading over to her house later. She was hosting what sounded like the party of the century and you volunteered to bring something sweet. You slipped the cake into the oven and turned back to the counter. Eyeing the box in the corner, you couldn’t help but feel a little smug.

A Captain Crunch cake for your friend’s 30th was going to be a hit.

At 5pm you knocked.

“Baby Cakes! You missed the unicorn tequila shot round! ” Hannah squealed as she opened the door further and grabbed your arm to reel you in.

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169 notes - Posted February 27, 2022

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Bravo Juliett

A/N: Since the trailer for The Bubble dropped, we've been reduced to thirsty (gender-neutral) bitches, and there are some good fics out. Dfinitely check out Please by @ezrasbirdie , Extra Whipped Cream by @pettyprocrastination and Stay by @honestly-shite. And like clowns we're all using the same fucking gifs because this character ain't even on screen yet. All three fics are brilliant, please go read and shout at them about how good it is.

This fic definitely borders on a crack fic, he’s not a fully rounded character and the action is smutty and with tongue very firmly in cheek. And other places. It’s satire if you squint. I am both amused and deeply ashamed. If I’m going to horny jail, I’m taking you with me. Not beta’d, mistakes mine.

Rating: 18+, no minors

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x F!Reader (fuck, I know ok. I KNOW)

If you want more ficlets in this universe please come shout at me. This was so much fun to write.

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You're one person in a long line of interviewers. They're ushering you into the hotel like cattle, but honestly, you would gladly queue for days to meet him. You spent way too many hours engrossed in Dieter's work, rewatching scenes. You can quote most of his iconic lines. You didn't even have to do research prior to this interview. Dieter. Mentally you’re on a first name basis with him. You have lost yourself in his work, and you want him to know that.

The hotel lounge is a large, airy space, the Rococo decor offering glints of gold as it catches the morning sunlight. Most interviewers are sprawled across couches and chairs, with one pacing nervously and reviewing his notes, repeating it back to himself.

You know your shit, so you opt to spend your time doom-scrolling through Tumblr looking for Dieter fics. Commented on two; reblogged one that was particularly hot. What you wouldn’t give for him to go down on you like that, worship your body for hours and call you his sweet girl.

It feels like the day is dragging interminably, when a PR assistant beckons you. You have 10 minutes.

By this time the sun is dipping low on the horizon and it’s many many hours into his media schedule.

You make your way to the veranda and as you sit down, you can see the day wearing on him. Even though he’s incredibly handsome, he looks every inch the middle aged, harried acting veteran tolerating yet another interview by some clueless twit asking irrelevant questions.

He looks bored. Irritated. His eyes screaming “A moment of respite please.” as you smile at him in greeting.

"So Dieter, tell me a bit about your character in Cliff Beasts 6"

He rubs his neck and sighs deeply, mustering the energy from somewhere to give a terribly rote description of the character.

You listen intently, waiting for the right time to drop your bombshell.

"You have an unrivaled command of physicality, seen in so few actors. You manage to convey the entire character's personality without a single line of dialogue, like in Death Games. Will we see more of that in this movie?"

Dieter sits up, attention suddenly focused on you. You can see that you’ve surprised him, and you're silently reveling in that he might start to enjoy this interview. He rolls his tongue in his cheek, like he's contemplating something.

“You did your research.”

His full eyebrows quirk upwards, almost as if impressed.

“ With Death Games, the director, Joel, trusted me to go beyond the page and really create Jackson from the ground up and make him real. This….”

He breaks your gaze to look over the horizon, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips.

…is not that kind of movie."

The PR assistant on the side motions for you to wrap it up, your slot is almost done. As you thank him for his time, he leans over and whispers in his assistant's ear, winking at you. You can't make out what he's saying but you feel a blush creeping up your neck at the brazen gesture. He’s doing this in front of everyone.

You shake his hand. A warm, large palm that almost completely envelops yours. He has a firm grip and for a split second you imagine it wrapped around your throat, as he caresses you with just enough pressure to make your pussy clench and your breath hitch.

As you walk out of the room, his assistant pulls you to the side by your arm."Mr Bravo wants you to wait in the lounge area."

You swallow nervously at the strange request."Uhm, okay…how long?"

"Until he's done with interviews"

You nod slowly, not sure if you understand, but make your way to the plush lounge at the centre of the hotel.

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188 notes - Posted March 5, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Emptiness

Summary: Soft Dom Dave spends a little time with you.

Pairing: Dave York X f!reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Dom/sub dynamics, established relationship, Soft!Dom, Sub reader, Smacking, PiV sex, anal toys, no physical description of reader.

A/N: This was a 250-word ficlet that ran away with me. Beta by the lovely @just-here-for-the-moment

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Dave’s voice lowers to barely a whisper, and he slowly strolls towards the desk, shoulders squared like a predator whose prey has given up the chase. 

He trails a cold hand along the inside of your thigh, raising goosebumps in its wake. Long, clever fingers tap the heel of the anal plug and you jump from the sudden touch. The blindfold digs into the corner of your eyes as you wince. 

“This stays in, hmm. You’re going to be my good girl.”

A sharp thrill chases down your spine, straight and tense on the desk. Waiting. You feel those same fingers close to your pulsing heat. 

Then his flat palm thwacks down on your pussy, a sharp twinge of pleasure pulls a whimper from you. The obscene, wet slap sounds loud in the quiet of the room and you hear the smile in Dave’s gravelly voice.

“Can’t wait, can you? So needy.” 

The last syllable is punctuated with another sharp slap, followed by a soft, luxurious rub of his open palm on your heated sex. You feel your folds glide against his large hand, and you squirm at the temperature difference and obscenity of it as his hand leaves again.

Minutes tick by.

Loudly.

Slowly. 

His large, blunt cock head slides from your clit down to your entrance and up again, the slow drag of the hot flesh against yours delicious but not enough. He does it again. You feel him twitch against you.

“Does my good girl need me to empty her head?” 

You nod into the darkness. Agreement and submission bob your head of their own accord. 

The next moment, Dave sinks into you in one smooth thrust, his large hands curled around your hips to make sure he fills you completely. Without warning, your pussy convulses around him, the sudden thrust and the plug lighting your nerve endings like fire. He wraps your legs around him, enveloping himself into you.

You cry out helplessly. Dave reaches forward and gently cradles the back of your neck in his hand as he thrusts, working you through your first orgasm. As it subsides, he starts thrusting in earnest, the hand that was on your hip migrating to your clit. 

He always knows how to work you just right. 

In the dark behind your eyelids you thrash as the sensation starts becoming overwhelming. 

“Let me have it. I want it.” he commands. 

The hand that gently held your neck slides to the front and his fingers close around your throat. Gentle pressure makes your head swim pleasantly. 

Your breath stutters. Your mind is empty and the only thing you know in the darkness is Dave’s cock driving into over and over and over. 

When he knows you’re close, he leans down and presses a soft kiss to your sternum.

“Give it to me, my good girl.” 

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228 notes - Posted November 30, 2022

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[memryse]

hello tumblr i present my canon-compliant "DSMP But... Everybody Discovered Large-Scale Organised Religion" mianite au which took a few hours to write up oops. basically here is a list of which god everybody would follow and why, based on canon events (i have therefore left out a couple of the members who don't really do lore or be on the server much because i definitely don't know about them enough to be accurate!)

dream: mianite. obsessed with control, you get it. went too far though and developed his own obsession with controlling the server so he is now godless and in jail

tommy: dianite. tommy is a favourite of dianite's - he's idealistic with a penchant for chaos, and like i said in my other post dianite probably sees himself in tommy a little. they're both misunderstood as Bad People

tubbo: ianite -> dianite, he converts post-doomsday. grew up as a follower of ianite and trying to follow her path put added pressure on him during his presidency. embraces being a dianitee with the start of the nuke program, but he keeps all his ianitee family heirlooms. ianite still holds a soft spot for him because of his family and occasionally gives him minor blessings. that being said she's of course a little disappointed he chose to change gods, but respects his decision

ranboo: no god, but enderwalk ranboo is an acolyte of ianite; awakeboo eventually converts to ianite when he reads awakeboo's note and decides to become more active in conflict resolution. he realises ianite actually aligns with his newfound ideals, and is of course more in touch with his ender side. however prior to this he wasn't really very keen on worshipping any gods, seeing as all he saw from them was wars waged in their names.

wilbur: also an atheist. probably prayed to dianite during pogtopia ("dream, i want to be your vassal" type beat) but other than that he's the type to criticise organised religion and be an independent leader, no need for gods. wilbur and ranboo narrative foils my beloveds!!!

techno: ianite. the thing about c!techno is he has one goal and he will stick to that no matter what - it's not total order, but it's not chaos either because there is motivation and reasoning behind it. also, a core tenet of ianitee ideology is not involving yourself in conflict until somebody personally wrongs you. much like butcher army era techno where he retreats to a peaceful (more godly, in this case) life until he's hunted down, at which point he Fucks Shit Up. in general techno holds grudges and takes even slight betrayals very seriously.

phil: ianite. i can see antarctic duo as former warriors of ianite! idk i don't have much to say phil is just.. a chill old warrior. probably jaded and tired of fighting wars for his goddess, but he still prays to her. specifically he prayed every night that wilbur could finally find balance in the afterlife. :)

niki: also ianite. definitely. niki values her own beliefs and morals, she's her own independent self. maybe she was a mianitee pre-nov 16th, but not since then. this makes the syndicate pretty much just a secret squad of ianitees (+ ranboo who everyone kind of just assumes is an ianitee given that, yknow, enderman). this is extra fun with the syndicate table being an end portal

sam: mianite 10000000%. he puts his commitment to duty above all else. not really much more to say he is just fully committed to keeping the server safe by carrying out mianite's will and imprisoning dream.

foolish: he's a god himself, so he doesn't follow any of the main three. however in the past he did work with mianite, enforcing his control over the land. from what we know about his totem of death period it wasn't like.. wanton destruction, it was him seeking control through violence, so i'm not inclined to say he worked with dianite back then.

george: man just wants to sleep and farm wheat, he's mianite. ez.

sapnap: also mianite. dream team as mianite's strongest and most revered knights!!!!!!

puffy: she's a pirate lady i don't know what to tell you other than she was part of capsize's crew. ianitee pirate ladies i care you. plus i feel like puffy centres mostly on people and not allying herself with specific nations or causes, she believes in balance above all.

eret: i view the greater dsmp as a mianitee nation, so as king of it they obviously have to follow mianite. eret has always strove to be a good king and help their nation prosper. plus, who knows what went on in the past with foolish. former mianite warriors eternal duo? i think so! (i think it would be cool if a literal reincarnation of herobrine was a mianitee purely because it fucks with everybody's expectations)

quackity: dianite. not just because he's chaos incarnate at times but like his entire current arc is so reminiscent of the fact that s2 dianite was literally a businessman. rip ghost dianite you would've loved c!quackity

fundy: oh boy here's a complex one. fundy switches gods frequently - look how much he craves acceptance from authority figures, from a substitute parental figure. i think right now his prophetic dreams could be interpreted as him being chosen by a certain god who sees potential in him, but i can't say who bc we don't really know too much about them or even why he's suddenly having them. that being said his chaotic scamming foxboy side definitely embodies dianite and he should have stuck with dianite the entire time but nah he needs Validation

jack manifold: follows dianite, but dianite isn't really pleased with him trying to kill tommy so often (seeing as he likes tommy). this is why he has such comically bad luck. his god is continually fucking with him.

karl: ianite, specifically chosen by her to become the historian of the server. the purple theme.. the duty to write down history as it truly happened (as opposed to censoring history like a certain mianite did). the existence of both the in between and the other side. karl Is balance. thank you. (also this makes karlnapity's marriage one mianitee, one ianitee and one dianitee. diversity win!)

schlatt: mianite (derogatory)

the eggpire is pretty much just the darkness isn't it. mianite was the blueprint actually.

bbh: dianite at first, judging by the badlands' ideology. corrupted by the darkness though.

antfrost: also dianite, but probably really lowkey about it and only ever prayed when the badlands needed his blessings. again, corrupted now

hannah: mianite - her connection to nature is by extension also a connection to mianite, the god of the overworld. plus she cared about maintaining harmony on the server and went to lengths to ensure it like the whole "killing her own dogs to protect them" thing. currently on her corrupted girlboss arc though

punz: dianite, he likes money and killing people idk what more you expect from me. even after joining the eggpire this has not changed at all. he'll work for other gods' followers for the right price but he's not changing his core beliefs

ponk: i don't know very much about him i'm ngl, especially not pre-eggpire. prior to his corruption though i do kinda like the idea of a mianitee doctor doing fucked up little experiments idk he just has mianitee vibes to me in the same way tucker was a mianitee.

skeppy: he and bbh are obviously both dianite together prior to the egg. it simply would not be right of me to put him anywhere else.

purpled: ianite. the colour purple... the tendency to stay so far out of conflict that he doesn't even log onto the server... mans was born to be an ianitee actually

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epithet erased au

hey gamers!!! today i am here to discuss my epithet erased au where ramsey is giovanni’s biological dad B^) details under the cut bc idk how long this will be

(this is a disclaimer!!! i’m not using this au as a fix-it, i’m just like “haha how far can i take this wrong assumption i had” lol)

i dunno if this au has been done yet (plz lmk if it has!!!), but i got the idea from a canonically unsupported (and honestly probably canonically untrue) theory i had when i first saw the characters of ramsey and giovanni before watching them interact in the series 

this is also a first actual draft, so some of this is probably subject to change. i should also mention that this will not be canon-compliant with the dialogue in episodes involving ramsey and giovanni interacting bc in canon they clearly do NOT know each other lol

i’m sure i could make it work as “they don’t know they’re related” but i’ve decided i would rather have a dumb little cheesy au about rat dad and soup son since hehe projecting

essentially the vague lore i have so far is:

Giovanni was born as “Giovanni Murdoch”, taking Ramsey’s last name despite his parents never having been married.

Admittedly, neither parent really knew what they were doing. They were both fairly young when Giovanni was born (probably early 20s?), and they weren’t quite expecting to have a little soup can at that point in their lives.

His surname changed to the familiar Potage after Gio’s mom had split it off from Ramsey a few years after Giovanni was born. Dating a con artist who has to evade the law is a lot more than she bargained for, and eventually threw him out after a big fight, cutting off any contact between Ramsey and Giovanni.

This doesn’t mean Giovanni and Ramsey still didn’t find ways to contact each other. Sometimes Giovanni would find Ramsey tapping at his bedroom window during the night, usually to touch base about how everything is going but sometimes Ramsey would also bring special gifts (that he probably scammed off of the seller) or certain fun snacks that Giovanni wasn’t allowed to have normally, especially not at a late hour.

Giovanni LOVED talking about how one day he wanted to grow up to be a big bad guy, thanks to the not-entirely-intentional influence of Ramsey. Ramsey would jokingly go along with the idea (“kids have big imaginations!”), but he wasn’t prepared for Giovanni to actually pursue a career in villainy. Granted, it’s not like he could be one to judge considering his career path.

Giovanni’s mom, however, does judge this career path. She didn’t want her son to be anything like his father, and when he goes out she’ll almost always remind him that he’s making a poor choice. Giovanni, of course, does not appreciate having his interest shamed, so he doesn’t really like his mother, nor does he view himself as close to her, especially in comparison to Ramsey.

Once Giovanni got his first phone, Ramsey was able to give out his number. It made for easier contact, but it also lessened how often Ramsey would pop up in-person to say hello.

Giovanni would tell Ramsey everything about his life as a Banzai Blaster. Ramsey wasn’t a big fan of the Blasters, since he knew Giovanni was getting scammed (he would know, he scams people all the time), but he’d still support Giovanni from a distance. It’s why he also never offered to cover the costs for it; deep down he’d rather have Giovanni working under him or even being his own villain than contributing to the BBs.

At one point in his adolescence, Giovanni was a star baseball player on his school’s team. Ramsey would try to sneak into every game that he could, cheering Giovanni on from the sidelines. When Giovanni would have stellar plays on the field, it would take everything in Ramsey to not stand up on the bleachers and shout “THAT’S MY BOY!” at the top of his lungs like the proud dad he was.

Despite all of the time Ramsey tried to dedicate to Giovanni, he still wasn’t there for a lot of Giovanni’s life. This made Giovanni feel quite lonely, seeing as the one parent he felt like he could be open with was never able to consistently be there for him. He always yearned for a life where maybe Ramsey could return to the family one day. Of course, that day will never come, but Giovanni still has hope! Somewhat...

i’ll have more later, but this is what i’ve got going for me at the moment. u are entirely free to add more thoughts to this, i honestly made this to be self-serving but if u also enjoy it then wahoo