#if you read all of it i apprecicate you

[iliketangerines]

Hi there 👋🏼 could you possibly write about Bi-Han having some sort of crush on a Earth Realm Champion reader. Like she was recruited by Liu Kang to join the others. Oh and possibly add that she has like plant based powers. Sorry if it’s a lot. Once again thank you for reading. 😌

pin me down

a/n: i gotchu cutie. and yes, i am referencing that one pliket artwork.

pairing: sub!bi han x afab!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), face riding, slight bondage, dacryphilia, creampies, praise kink, cowboy

Bi Han didn’t like you one bit, not a second, even if his face flushed  and his heart thumped in his chest at the sight of you

you had been brought to the Lin Kuei base rather than the Wu Shi Academy due to your ability to control plants

Bi Han remembered crossing his arms at the sight of you, you looked cowardly and small, hiding behind Liu Kang when the Fire God had introduced you

you, however, proved you were not all that cowardly

everyday you pressed at all of Bi Han’s buttons, teasing and sparring him, using your powers to wrap a vine around his ankle and trip him or using your powers to perform circus tricks for Kuai Liang and Tomas rather than train

yet he didn’t stop you when you teased him; it just irritated Bi Han when you gave attention to the others

this particularly day you were annoying him until his patience was just a thin thread of control

you’re dancing around him in the fighting ring, avoiding his blows but not really retaliating, you use your vines to playfully wrap around his body, and he freezes them over to break them

you just give a faux pout as he destroys the plants and shoots another ice blast at you, which you dodge effortlessly

he scowls and grabs at one of the vines that teasingly whack him and tugs at it harshly to pull you towards him

you smile and propel yourself towards him, knocking him over in surprise, and use your vines to creep up his body and wrap around his neck

you settle your weight in his lap and tug at the vine and Bi Han is astutely aware of the fact that it looks like you have a leash and collar on the grandmaster

you tell him to yield, a smug smirk on your face, and you tug at the vine, forcing the make-shift collar to tighten around his neck

Bi Han’s mind goes blank, and he nearly whines at the control you have over him

he shakes off the thought and growls out that he concedes, and you hop off before he can throw you off, but it’s hard to hide the blush on his face and growing hard-on in his pants

he excuses himself and stalks off to his bedroom, jerking one off as he thinks of you

he fucking hates you, and it seems you know why he hates you because the days following the spar, you’re much more bold in your moves

you grope him mercilessly whenever you two spar, and if you get close enough you whisper suggestive comments into his ear that have him losing his composure

it all comes to a head one day after dinner

he had challenged you to one more spar that day before you head off to go to the Wu Shi Academy and meet the other Earthrealm champions

he brings you to the more secluded fight ring, away from all the other initiates, and you dance around his blows

he makes the mistake of lunging toward you, and you use his momentum against him and have him pinned down to the ground, vines crawling over him and the familiar weight of you in his lap and collar and leash on his neck again has his mind reeling

you smile down at him and grind your hips down, and he lets out a whine at the feeling

immediately, he growls, trying to regain his pride, and tries to freeze your plants over, but you grab onto his chin, and he stops what he’s doing

you grind into his lap, and he can feel his dick hardening underneath you as you tell him that you know what he desires, that he just needs to just lose control for a moment

he hisses at you, saying you’re wrong, but when you pull on the leash, his mind goes blank and he nods his head dumbly

you use your vines to undress him, and you use your free hand to squeeze appreciatively at his chest and how plush it is

you finish undressing him, but you stay in your attire, grinding the rough material of your uniform against his sensitive dick

he moans and asks you for more, please, please

you hum and says that he’s gotta work for it, and you strip out of your clothes quickly before shuffling over so your pussy hovers over his face

he nearly drools at the sight, and you finally settle your weight down onto him, and he goes to town

he’s sloppy, not really knowing what he’s doing, but as you tug at his hair roughly, he learns what makes you tick, how to press his tongue into your clit and when to fuck you on his tongue

he so desperately wants to grip onto your hips or reach down and pump himself, but your vines still restrict his hands, and he can only buck his hips up uselessly into the air

you keep riding his face, grinding into his nose as you come close to the edge, and you tell him he’s doing so well, that he’s a good boy, and he moans at the praise

the vibrations travel through your clit, and you throw your head back as you come all over his face

he happily licks at your release, head leaning up to chase more of that sweetness when you lift your hips off of his face

you go back down and hover over his dick, and he watches with blown-out pupils as you pump his cock slowly teasing him

you tell him to beg for it, and he bites his lip, still a bit shy at the whole prospect

you tug on the leash and demand him to beg or he won’t be getting anything, and the words start spilling past his lips

he says he’s been a good boy, please, he’ll do anything, please ride him, please please please

you grin and align him with your wet cunt and slide onto him

you set a slow pace, bouncing up and down before grinding your clit down on his pelvis and repeating the whole motion over and over again

it isn’t enough for Bi Han, he’s going insane with how slow you’re going, and he needs to cum so so bad

there are tears in his eyes as you keep going at your slow pace, and he begs again, for you to go faster please

you mock him, saying how he’s already crying, but you comply and start riding him properly, pulling at the leash so he’s seeing stars

your hips slam down on his, and he can’t stop the loud whining and moans that comes from his throat as he’s overtaken by pleasure

he says he’s going to cum, that he’s close, he asks you if he can please cum inside you, please

you smile and say, okay, that he’s been such a good boy for you and that he can cum inside of you

you clench around him, and he squeezes his eyes shut and cums inside of you

you both ride out your orgasms, and Bi Han’s a panting breathless mess as you sit atop of him

eventually you get off and dress yourself and help Bi Han get up and dress himself, releasing the vines from his body but keeping the ones around his neck

there are still tears in his eyes, his limbs feel shaky, and his brain feels foggy

once again you tug at the leash, bringing him back to your room

you lay him down on the bed and undress him, throwing his soiled clothes into the hamper, and you bring him an oversized shirt you liked to wear

he watches in a daze as you bring a cool rag to wipe his face and his pelvis before doing the same thing to you

he’s nearly asleep when you’re done, and you get up behind him, spooning him from behind

you comb your fingers through his hair, and he falls asleep in your arms

maybe he didn’t hate you that much actually

[annwe24]

Part 1!DEVOTION

Part 2

CREATOR!LUCIFER X READER

Summary: You feel trapped in the luxurious cage that Lucifer created.

Reading in dim light isn't really a good idea. Your eyes feel itchy and letters are running all across the page. Huffing in annoyance, you unwillingly close the book to go to sleep. Tonight is not just it, perhaps the lack of sleep has finally caught up to you. Your pillow feels a bit rocky as the book is carefully tucked under. That night, your dreams are made of angels joyfully singing their symphony, unaware of the angelic eyes watching your sleeping form.

Morning comes by as usual. You are woken up by the sweet smell of hot pancakes and the sight of a pair of neatly folded clothes thrown onto your bed. Lucifer has always insisted that you let him take care of almost everything around the house. You obviously don't agree. However, morning is something you would gladly give in. A big reason being his signature pancakes and the other being you don't have to wake up too early. Hastily put on the clothes he has put together for you, you rush to the kitchen, wanting to have breakfast as soon as possible.

Good morning! Did you sleep well? Lucifer cheerfully greets you with a toothy grin.

Very well! Are you going to be in the workshop today?

I’m afraid not, my dear. You see, Charlie insisted that we must make plans for the upcoming extermination.

Can I come too?

Your question makes Lucifer halts his cooking. You have expected this. He is always reluctant about you doing anything Heaven related, trying to steer your gaze elsewhere as if Heaven is the forbidden fruit of Hell. At least, that’s what it is in his eyes.

I’m sorry, sweetheart. You know what it is.

But don't you think it's time I-

Anne. We’ve talked about this.

Okay…

Lowering your head, you patiently wait for the food. You know better than to make any moves with that hint in his voice. It is one of his turnoffs that you come to notice during decades of living with him; even Charlie, his daughter, wouldn't have caught it on the spot like you. Lucifer once said: No one has known me quite like you.

…

I had a really shitty day.

Lucifer says as he slumps his head onto your shoulder. Pulling the blanket closer to the both of you, you let out an acknowledged hum:

Mind telling me what went wrong?

That fuck head radio demon. Do you know him? I think his name is Alastair? Nevermind that. Nothing important. His jackass thinks he can just simply swoon over Charlie and convince her I’m replaceable. Ugh can't fucking believe that.

You don't… normally swear. I guess that demon is pretty rough huh?

Lucifer lets out a huff and turns up the volume of the TV:

Yeah…

Tonight is just one of those movie nights: Lucifer talks over the movie about anything to you. Today is just one of those days. Every day is the same. You are a being yet incomplete as a being. You realize you are barely alive. He chooses your clothes. He cooks your food. He soothes your pain. He is everything. Slowly, everything around you doesn't make any sense. The noise coming from the tv becomes static and Lucifer’s voice seems so distant. Why are you even created? Is your sole existence destined to be some sort of amusement for the King? And why is he so avoidant about Heaven? Are you the problem?

Y/n. Y/n!

You immediately snap out of your messy thoughts. Something about Lucifer always manages to pull you right back. Placing a hand on your shoulder, he asked with a worried voice:

Did something happen?

You quickly turn your head to look at him. Your eyes filled with panic:

Oh! I think I’m just sleepy. Yeah… That's all.

Still, you know better than anything that is not enough. Nothing is enough for him, especially if it’s something from you. He lets out a pitiful smile and quietly turns off both the tv and the light, steps out of the bed. Before heading out, he doesn't forget to say his usual goodnight to you. How ironic. You think. He knows you are not going to have a good night. However, you greatly appreciate the personal space he gives you. You give in to exhaustion and slump back to the bed. Like a habit, you reach out to take your book under the pillow. Last night, you left at the most interesting part-the dawn of humanity. Excitement fills you to the brim just thinking about-

There is no book.

Refusing to believe the loss, you throw the pillow out of your sight, only to be greeted with disappointment. Many scenarios play out inside your little head. There is no doubt this is the work of Lucifer. He must have known from the beginning and let you slip through for a while. You can't bear to imagine the things he would do if he losed control. Self-control is one of his greatest strengths. Although, you are not so sure about that right now. After evaluating everything, you decide that it is best to sleep right now and deal with the problem in the morning. That night, your dreams are made of demons gawking and gnawing at your frail form, unaware of the angelic eyes watching your sleeping form. Every day is not the same anymore.

[blueberrypancakesworld]

The nurse and the nerd

Charlie Walker x fem!reader

warning : +18, handjob, kissing, implied drug use (medications), mentioning of wounds, no use of Y/n, minor degradation

Summary : After Ghostface had struck Jill dead in the hospital again by the heroine Sidney. But Charlie Walker, the second killer, has survived and is now in an asylum where he has a special relationship with a certain nurse…with even more special treatments

Info : Yeah back with Charlie I missed writting for the film nerd and thought hey what if...so yeah have fun reading and hope you like it ;)

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It was another massacre that struck the small town. Another night of murders that made everyone afraid, another night when the nightmare vans had to drive to a certain house. A night in which Ghostface was caught because he wasn't stabbed too hard. A fact that his accomplice would not live to see because she died at the legendary hands of Sidney, or so the news said.

Either way, it was the talk of the nightmares that were also running in the nurses' room of the prison…for weeks nothing else seemed to have taken hold of the boring little town, not that she was complaining but it was becoming such a hustle and bustle that it was almost too much.

,,It's a murder I mean murders and it's almost like the presidential election who's where and what" she said and heard the smirk of her superior who had been here for a while and had already noticed the Ghostface's first act. ,,Well, nothing else happens in Woodsboro and so we have a little celebrity here," she said, pointing to the room at the end of the corridor with the special patient.

He alone had already cost the Asylum a few break-out attempts and, above all, appointments with the press. She herself could hardly cope with the reporters' floodlights when she had to stand next to him.

That smile on his lips, confident and above all on her face…yes, she had read the interviews and he had almost gone a little too far. But she knew that the further she stood around, the longer it would take them to get home.

With a sigh, she took the silver tray on which the medication and bandages were lying before she said goodbye to her colleague with a ,,You can do it, ask for an autograph!", which was returned with a shake of the head before she left the nurses' room and went to her little darling. Knocking on the door and looking round one last time, she heard the almost cheerful ,,Come in" before she went into the room with the sign with Charlie Walker's name on it.

As always, she found him lying on the bed even though she was sure he was walking around, she had seen him walking around often enough, seen him doing other activities…special activities.

Yet he looked so innocent, not like a murderer, like a simple nerd. The long brown curly hair gently combed by him under her watch, the blue eyes that were still on her had never left her. The loose clothes, the white shirt that looked too big and the sweatpants that matched the grey socks.

,,You're back, my angel," he said, leaning forward slightly and making a pained face as if he was going to be stabbed again. But she shrugged it off with a roll of her eyes and put the tray on the white bedside table as she sat her down by his bed. ,,Oh, our little star is in need of help," she murmured, taking the newspaper from his lap and seeing that he had opened the interview.

His face, contorted with pain, showed a slight shame as she began to read through the interview. ,,Especially my personal nurse who takes such good care of me and looks after me, I really appreciate her," she read his last sentence and couldn't help but laugh reproachfully at his flattery and lies.

Rising from the bed, she set the paper down on the bedside table before grabbing the bandages and pulling his shirt off his torso without waiting. ,,Don't be so hasty, darling," Charlie began, but was interrupted when she pressed on the not yet fully healed cut and made him open up.

,,You appreciate me Charlie? I know you do but if this is how it's going to be I'm going to be transferred…it has to stay a secret understand?" she asked ignoring his pleading look to touch him more gently as she pressed a little harder on the wound and the gasp turned into a pained moan.

,,Yes-yes, of course, I'm just grateful," he said hastily and relaxed when she took the pressure off him and continued with her work. Her hands ran gently over his skin, cool, slightly rough hands from working with people. Rough hands like his hands that had once held a knife. Hands that now walked slowly to her, holding onto her like a helpless victim.

Yet they both knew that he was not a victim, he was the perpetrator who was now helplessly injured in the asylum and under her mercy. She ignored his hands and began to tend to his wound actually carefully and somehow lovingly at the end of the day she was not only paid for it maybe she liked it, maybe it was a mutual attraction.

His need for her and her care that was almost taken up by the younger one. Fortunately, the stitches were not fatal, he was given pills for the pain, to sleep and when he was exercising, but otherwise he was fine.

So well that she knew where this meeting would go again when she saw his gaze avoid hers once more, her gentle touch something he did not deserve. Kirby had only ever played with him, the stupid bitch had to die for it, it was that simple, but she was his pretty nurse, she was good to him.

Didn't see him as a loose cannon and looked after him almost like a mother, while she was just the right amount of strict. ,,What are you daydreaming about Charlie?" she mumbled to him, seeing him flinch as if she had caught him doing something when he tried to sit up slightly, but her hand came to rest on his middle. She wasn't stupid, of course, she had seen him look at her in shock, almost holding his breath, a wince going through his hips and legs several times.

He was a little sucker for pain, even if he didn't want to admit it. ,,Nothing…I really don't…only your care is so good," he stammered, his blue eyes darting around and repeatedly lingering on the bust of her body pressed against the white fabric of her uniform.

The white trousers that framed her behind and his gaze always rested on them when she turned round, her hips framed by the white shirt on which he would so like to lay his hands.

He had fallen for the angel in the white dress, his sweet nurse who treated him so well. He barely noticed how his cock began to show through his jogging bottoms as her fingers slowly closed around his hardness and she leaned towards him.

Her smell surrounded him as he moved his hips with a whimper, trying to get more friction as she held him out. ,,I'm good so good for you, aren't I?" she asked, whispering the words to him as he nodded his head into the pillow, begging her to kiss him.

Briefly sloppy and rewarding as she began to stroke his cock. Sensing how needy he was even though they had done this several times, he never seemed to get enough of her.

She knew that anyone could come into the room but where would the fun be if they didn't? ,,You know you deserve it all, don't you? The pain, the stalling…a naive virgin," she chided as she ran her other hand over his body, squeezing the wound lightly again, his groan louder than before as he thrust against her, trying to get more of that feeling.

,,Y-yes I deserve…it all ma'm all" he mumbled chuckling his head moving back and forth into the pillow praying her words and amusement made his cheeks redden.

He continued to cling to her with his hands, his pleading and begging more interrupted only now and then by her kisses that stifled his whimpering pathetic noises.

His moans and whimpers filled the room with shameless noises, the almost wet squeaking coming from his cock, the precum running out of the tip in single drops every time she ran her thumb over the sensitive tip, squeezing it slightly and making it twitch again.

The space when they were together seemed to get smaller just the two of them. An unfortunate murderer rubbing against her like a writhing worm not a picture of a poor murderer being deceived.

He was the scum of society, a thought that had often crossed his mind as often as he served, his pretty blue eyes releasing those tears.

Kissing away his tears, taking away his pain from her before she got tired of his pleading. ,,I'll let you come if you don't open your sweet little mouth like that in public," she demanded, watching his foggy mind try to make sense of her words. His puffy lips red from the kisses and his biting on them to stifle the embarrassed noises.

,,Yes-yes-yes please…I'll be quiet…I promise," he mumbled, barely able to contain himself as his partner watched this for a few more moments before she let him come, picking up the pace one last time and pressing her other hand to his mouth. Stifling a loud moan, he felt the last twitching movements go through his body as his body stilled and she took her hands off him.

Watching him close his eyes, his chest rose and fell and he relaxed as she cleared her throat, ,,Aren't you forgetting something?" she asked, holding out the cum-stained liquid on her hand. He might be cute, amorous and sweetly pathetic but in the end he was a murderer, a patient under her over whom she had power.

Like a good eared boy, he wouldn't get out of here without her and as he looked at her with a pleasurable, perversely flashing look before licking her hand.

Her praise for him was pleasure she knew that if she continued this game he would not only be hard again but he would also beg to kneel in front of her, leaning between her thighs. ,,If only the press knew what kind of murderer you are," she said as she gathered her things and saw how the words must have struck the right chords in his head.

He probably swallowed hard as he imagined her giving interviews on camera while he knelt before her. He was getting love and part of a film epic.

She fixed the things on the silver tray before giving him one last kiss on the forehead, knowing that when the door closed behind her, those ominous noises would come from his cell again until she started her next shift…her next shift to take care of her good boy and not a murderer.

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@icarus-star , @roryculkinsgf , @angelsanarchy , @ria-coolgirl , @sl4sh3rfuck3r , @eddie-munsons-mommy

[captain-gillian]

thank you to @thisbuildinghasfeelings for starting the fandom memories tag, i am, as always, late to this.

i've been procrastinating making this post for two reasons; firstly i didn't want to admit the show was ending, which i know sounds silly but this show has brought so much joy into my life over the last five years, i don't think I'll ever be ready to say goodbye. and secondly, some of my fandom experiences recently have been, to put it lightly, negative and unwelcoming, but I don't want to let one coward sending lesbophobic anon messages stop me from apprecating what has otherwise been such a welcoming joyful fandom experience.

while I didn't find the fandom until 2022, i've been watching since the first episode aired, and this show has brought me so much happiness (and heartache, it is a drama afterall) over the years.

anyways these are some of my favourite memories from this fandom:

finding community

the thing for me that will always stay with me from this show and fandom is the community built around it. this show at it's core celebrates diverse imperfect characters, and the queer community and on the whole the fandom does too. from the moment i started interacting with the fandom, both here and on twitter i felt welcome and accepted and safe to be myself. this fandom came into my life in a difficult time when i was quite isolated and i will forever treasure the connections and friendships i've made through this show, whether we've never talked one on one or whether we talk every day, I'm so grateful for all of you. it's so beautiful that this silly little firefighter show has brought together so many people from so many walks of life all over the world and brought friends into my life I couldn't imagine my life without (shoutout to @nancys-braids & @fallout-mars) thank you for being a space where i feel free to be myself, even while i'm not able to be irl.

getting back into writing

in june of 2022, I wrote my first 9-1-1 lone star/tarlos fic after a long break from writing, and instantly realised how much I missed it. i'd been a bit hesitant to share the fic, but the kindness from this fandom was an incredible confidence boost. i've now written 23 lone star fics (and counting) and connected with so many people over writing, wether it be my fics or theirs and grown so much as a writer and honestly as a person in that time.

the creativity and talent of this fandom

i've never been part of a fandom as creative and talented as this one, it's been such a joy to read so many incredible fics, see so much beautiful art (from pencil drawing to digital art to anne's creative cross stitching) and watch so many great edits and so much more.

live watching/re-watching

being an international fan i can't always live watch, but the times i've been able to live watch or rewatch with friends, here, in dms or on twitter have always made the watch experience so much more enjoyable. these stories have so much more impact when you can share them communually and react together. watching the tarlos wedding live with friends on twitter will always be a cherished memory.

queer nancy being canon

this moment meant so much to me, I saw a lot of myself in nancy from the very first season, and I always saw her as queer but never expected it to be confirmed in canon, especially in such a beautifully casual way. the way this show treats queerness as something expected, and casual instead of the big dramatic reveal it so often is on television will always mean so much to me.

and finally nancymarjan

not to be dramatic but finding a community of likeminded people who understand and also love my favourite rarepair wlw ship was life changing. the fandom experience can be lonely at times as a lesbian and when shipping femslash ships and i'll be forever greatful for nancymarjan nation <3 the best part of fandom will always be sharing the things you treasure the most with people who treasure them the same way.

thank you @everlastingday @nancys-braids @welcometololaland @reyesstrand @tellmegoodbye @bonheur-cafe for the tags, I loved reading your favourite fandom memories.

open tag because i'm so late <3

[dapper-nahrwhale]

💀 didnt even get to play. Struggled with explaining the good society system for a few hours then the players gave up so. Well that's that then

Oneshot game is going. Bad. Only 1 player read the book of the game system and we even sent videos explaining it so that they didn't have to read the book that much and they didn't even do that so 😶 uhm

[emeritusemeritus]

How would the twins deal with a reader in subspace? Headcanons or a small Drabble would work either way! Love your fabulous writing. 🫶

My dear, thank you so much and I hope this is okay for you! 🖤

Warnings: Dom!sub dynamics, sub!reader, softdom!fred, harshdom!George, subspace, implied smut and sexual references, oral fixation, cock sucking, aftercare. Power play; BDSM references.

Word count: 800

You were happy, euphoric and blissfully fucked out, completely dissociated from any pain or soreness your physical body was probably feeling, but right now in your mind, you were soaring free. It was an incredible thing to feel, having never felt this before the twins. To completely trust your boyfriends, to give them your everything, for them to own you in every way and know that they would respect your boundaries and keep you safe, it was blissful. To free yourself of any insecurity, any responsibility because they would take the lead was freeing in the most wonderful way, allowing you to escape to this subspace that felt as close to heaven as you’d ever been.

George was the meaner Dom, a little more brash and harsh with his punishments that seemed to bleed into your outer lives whereas Fred was dominant only during sex, still generous with his praise whilst taking control. He was mostly a soft Dom that got increasingly rougher as the energy in the room increased, to balance out your descent into your sub headspace. Fred manhandled you whereas George had expectations, wanting you to do it yourself, to make him proud. The delicious mix of them both together was enough to propel you to this little piece of heaven you’d found, all of your needs being met, your body and soul cared for.

Fred was concerned the first time your mind began to wander whereas George, unbeknownst to you at the time, smirked at you and allowed you to mindlessly fall. After explaining to them what happened, Fred made it his personal mission to get you to this point each and every time but at this level, it only really happened after hours of teasing, warnings, bratty behaviour and eventual punishment. Drawn out over hours, sometimes humiliated, sometimes punished but always protected.

“Look who’s awake,” Fred smiles as your eyes open, still a little glossed over as you come to, realising that you were indeed laid on his chest, hands entwined arms his sides as he took on your full weight. He did this last time, said that if you could feel his chest rising, yours would do the same, worried that you’d get too dissociated, too relaxed and stop breathing. His finger tips dance over your spine and you realise that you’re both stark naked, his semi-hard member tucked in the little dip of your groin between your mound and your thigh.

You shift slightly and rest your head back on his shoulder, feeling him press a kiss to your hair, hands still entwined.

“What do you need princess?” He asks a minute later when you don’t seem to be able to rest any longer.

“Suck,” you say weakly, eyes opening to give him your sweetest look. He smiles at you, knowing your oral fixation would tear its head eventually, usually when you’d gone to that place.

“Come here my Angel,” you hear from behind you and you look up quickly to see George, unaware that he was even there. Your eyes widen as you take in his very naked, delicious form and the smirk he’s giving you, pulling the book he’s reading away for just a moment, offering up his cock for you and you’ve never been more grateful.

“Today,” he adds, a little sharper and you slowly crawl across to him and rest your head on his thigh as he resumes reading. You cast a glance up at him as Fred manoeuvres you to lay across his lap, hand circling your healed bum, eyes closing in pleasure as you feel your core getting wet again.

George looks away from the pages of his book to look down at you and nods once, the ghost of a smile on his lips as he gives you permission.

The second his mostly soft cock reaches your lips, you moan out in appreciation, your needs met once again. George releases a long, drawn out moan at the feel and you have to fight back a smile, knowing that you were pleasing him too. Apparently you weren’t quite out of your subspace yet.

[maximiliangf]

୨୧ ﹒ 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 — maximiliangf says hello to you. ⟢﹐hi my name's madi <3 i'm 18 years old and my pronouns are she/her ౨ৎ i recently became interested in formula one and completely fell in love with everything and everyone.

୨୧ ﹒ 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐄 — writing. i'm not new to writing but i am new to tumblr publishing, i've been reading a lot of work on here recently and it really got me inspired so i decided to start a blog and hopefully share some of my writing in the f1 fandom, v excited!!

୨୧ ﹒ 𝐖𝐇𝐎 & 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 — currently i'm exploring writing for max verstappen, charles leclerc, lewis hamilton, and lando norris. but i'm open to writing for all the drivers i just feel more confident in those four since i know them better for now ౨ৎ i'll be posting mainly text au, blurbs, and one-shots.

୨୧ ﹒ 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 — requests are VERY welcome since i'm just starting out with only a few ideas (whoever is reading this, please send in something😭). i'll write about anything except problematic topics like r4pe, sa, v1olence, abus3, p3doph1lia, and anything of that sort. other than that please feel free to request anything about any of the drivers and i'll try to deliver <3

୨୧ ﹒ 𝐁𝐘𝐄-𝐁𝐘𝐄 — if you have read this far i really apprecicate you<33 i'm looking forward to making friends on here so if you can spread the word! thank you, byeee💓

[hay-bails]

I'm FINALLY adding an introduction to this blog, here goes:

Hi, welcome to my blog! I'm an artist/animator based in the American South and I like to upload my work here for fun. Right now, I mostly post fan art with a side of my own original works/characters (one of whom is pictured above). Below is a guide of the fandoms/series I have made posts for (still updating it):

Featured Fandoms:

Attack on Titan | Death Note | DnDads | Mistborn | Our Flag Means Death | Stormlight Archive

Additional Links

Inbox (asks) Johnny (current project) Ashes (old project)

As for preferences: Feel free to leave a message in my ask inbox, or to dm me for any reason! Additionally, if you would like to repost my work to another platform, all I request is that you credit this account. Every like, reblog, and comment is apprecated. Thank you for reading! <3

[doumadono]

Do you have any blog recommendations?

You're so amazing, I love your writing! Keep doing you bb, don't let that anon get you down. *hugs* ❤

Aww, your sweet words mean the world to me! 🌟 Sending you lots of love and positivity! ❤️ When it comes to recommendations, I've got a couple of blogs in mind that I'd love to suggest to you, dear Anonnie!

@gamergirl-niffler - she's undeniably adorable and holds a special place as a loyal and dedicated friend of mine. Her blog is a treasure trove of delightful headcanons and numerous posts about games. It's definitely worth taking a look! ��� She's a talented writer! Following her will lead you to discover not only incredibly intriguing headcanons but also an abundance of GIFs from anime and games! ❤️

@mrskokushibo - her blog is a haven for incredible writing. As a highly talented writer, she possesses a natural ability to describe even the smallest details in the most enchanting ways. If you're a fan of Attack on Titan, Demon Slayer, and Jujutsu Kaisen, you're bound to discover a plethora of fantastic content related to these interests ❤️

@muzansfangs - undoubtedly one of the most skilled writers in the Demon Slayer & Bleach fandoms. Her storytelling prowess, intricate plot construction, and knack for leaving us on the edge with cliffhangers are simply too brilliant to overlook. And beyond her writing talent, she's a remarkably wise and lovely person! 💕 Please, consider following this talented woman!

@dabismoon - there are numerous things I'd like to express, but above all, she stands out as a talented writer. Her natural portrayal of characters consistently leaves me in awe. If you're a fan of Dabi from My Hero Academia, following her is an absolute must 💙

@ectologia - if you're a fan, much like myself, of impeccably written fics, following them is a necessity. The manner in which they construct plots and their mastery of language is so flawless that it feels like you're immersed in a captivating book. They're a creator of dark content, so if you appreciate something with a darker tone and if you desire a reading experience that borders on ecstasy, consider giving them a follow 🖤

@dabisqueen - yet another exceptionally skilled writer, who introduces us to Dabi in a multitude of fascinating settings. Her pornstar!Dabi fic is an absolute must-read for fans of this character. The way she crafts her descriptions and portrays characters immerses you fully in the story from the very first paragraph! 💙 If you're a fan of Dabi - following his Queen is a must!

@mizading - not just a gifted writer but also an incredibly sweet person. I've been with her almost since her first moments on Tumblr, and let me tell you, witnessing her growth as a writer brings me immense joy — it's like watching a star being born! ⭐ Following her will bring you a lot of nice things to read!

@shonen-brainrot - how could I overlook this small yet incredibly talented beast?! Her headcanons consistently leave me breathless — mainly focused on My Hero Academia, she introduces us to unconventional situations in her headcanon sets. Despite her immense talent, she remains super humble and is one of the kindest individuals I've encountered here. If you're a fan of MHA, giving her a follow is a definite must! ❤️

@lifeform286 - another exceptionally creative individual who also happens to be a wonderfully pleasant person to engage with! His writing and art consistently exhibit a polished and refined touch in every aspect. If you're a fan of the ShigaDabi ship from My Hero Academia, do yourself a favor and give him a follow 🤗

@bakubunny - a truly creative and talented creator! The way she describes everything keeps me super engaged in her headcanons and stories. As a multifandom writer, I'm confident you'll find something for yourself in her den! She's such a gifted writer, and I aspire to be as good as she is one day!

Among the numerous blogs I follow and adore, these stand out as my absolute favorites due to my deep appreciation for their writing 📝

[writing-for-life]

bestie, I hope you're doing well 💖💖.

I'm halfway through your fanfic "The Light of Stars" and I have a lot of things to say, and I'll say them when I read all the chapters hehe.

but at this particular moment I just need to say that I'm also falling in love with Thalia. I'm like "oh, Morpheus 🥹🥹 I understand you loving her. She's so wonderful."

Thank you so much! 🥹

I’m so glad you’re reading, and even more glad you like it.

If you’re halfway through, they are probably pretty happy right now (but man, was it hard to get them there).

But if it were to stay that way, the story would be done. So I hope you’re buckling up already…

Two years later, and they still won’t leave me alone 😩

For everyone who’d like to know what we’re talking about:

[checkoutmybookshelf]

Don't Fire Your Editors, Kids

When I started reading the ACOTAR series with my reading buddy, my sister started getting all up in my ear going "Throne of Glass is waaaaaaay better, you should read it." My skeptical little brain went, "that is rarely how authorial quality works," and then I picked up the book, read it in two days, and had to eat MASSIVE amounts of crow. Because when I finished the book, my abiding question was, "WHAT HAPPENED BETWEEN THIS BOOK AND ACOTAR????" Celaena has a personality, a well-handled and vaguely mysterious backstory that held my interest, her relationships were interesting, and she's damn competent. On top of that, the book was decently plotted and paced, and even the side characters were interesting. This was a pretty decent book, and I admit to being deeply but pleasantly surprised. Let's talk Throne of Glass.

Some light spoilers below the break, so be warned if you haven't read this and want to go in without being spoiled!

So apparently this book was pitched as "Cinderella, but if she's there to kill the prince, not kiss him," but she ended up doing a lot more kissing than killing, despite the fact that she's literally in an assassin's competition to be king's champion. I wasn't mad about it though, because by the time we actually get to the ball, our murder Cinderella has developed real--if somewhat complicated--relationships with Dorian, Chaol, Nehemia, and even Cain and the political actors of the castle that are driving a lot of the character development even as the contest sort of grinds the plot along. Ok, "grinds the plot along" might be ungenerous, because it's pretty clear that the contest isn't the main focus of the book, it's just the plot device that gets Celaena into the castle and back into society, and the fact that it gets pretty aggressively sidelined for actual character stuff isn't a bad thing, but while the character development is compelling, the plot pretty clearly understands that it's not the main character.

And I do enjoy our main character here. Celaena is deeply competent as an assassin, and she is deeply competent at survival. She survived a literal death camp for a full year, and still had her senses of humor and joy on the other side. She's kind of a murder Barbie as well, which I adore, because being a badass should not preclude enjoying pretty, sparkly, girly things like pretty clothes and jewelry, if the character wants to like that. Basically, I'm never going to shame a badass girl for encompassing BOTH those words.

Celaena also enjoys poking at Chaol, which is never ever not fun, and I really do like the slowish burn of Chaol learning that there is more to Celaena than just "best assassin in the world." That relationship is deeply fun, and honestly I prefer it to her relationship with Dorian as far as a romance goes, because while Chaol doesn't have NEAR the experience with brutality and mortality that Celaena does, the two hold more of a shared understanding of things that are hard in the world than she and Prince "My Parents and My Younger Brother Suck" do.

That said though, I think the relationships that I like the most are Celaena and Nox and Celaena and Nehemia. That Celeana was able to find a friend among her competitors speaks wonderfully to contradict our assumptions about her as an assassin. She is kind, she wants friends, and she is willing to not only put herself out to save Nox's life, she is willing to work with him on skills that, whether or not he is successful in this competition, will serve him well out in the world. Celaena doesn't necessarily get anything out of this either; if she loses, she dies in Endovier. If she wins, she's stuck stooging for the king for four years, and she or Nox could die before they ever see each other again. The relationship cannot be permanent, has no long-term guarantees, but they still find each other and help each other and make the best of the time they have. This relationship is super cute and I appreciated that there was more than just aggressive competition with the other dudes in the mix.

Speaking as a cishet AFAB gal, relationships between girls can be CHALLENGING. We don't get hard details about why Celaena doesn't trust other girls in this book, but we do get the lovely realization that actually she can trust other girls and have trusting, meaningful, and positive relationships with them. It's not easy, and the communication is perhaps suboptimal for political and security reasons, but learning that it's ok to trust Nehemia and lean into the feeling that she likes her and have that rewarded is lovely, and given the unfortunate continuing prevalence of girls hating on other girls in books, it was nice to see that addressed directly and directly contravened.

Besides, we still get Kaltain being mind-whammied into mean-girling, and if Perrington doesn't get his ass handed to him for that, we riot.

I will say that the relationships and character scenes are what I enjoyed most about this book, and I'm floored that it's as much better than ACOTAR as it is. This book was clearly well-plotted and well-edited, and I had fun reading it.

[arecomicsevengood]

A Few Thoughts About Neil Gaiman and Sandman

After multiple accusations of sexual assault, a very well-researched piece about Neil Gaiman was published ny New York magazine/Vulture the other day. A few hours after it went up, references to the Church of Sci*nt*logy were redacted, seemingly due to threat of legal action from the Church. Presumably these are in the print version, which I haven't seen, and the piece in its original form is findable at archive.org. If you are going to read about it, I would recommend reading the original text, for the greater amount of context it provides. Of course, if you think you might be triggered by graphic descriptions of sexual assault, it is likely best you avoid reading it; it is extremely upsetting. Many people were not able to make it through the whole thing, and how much you gain from knowing the depths of the man's monstrosity is unclear.

There are a few things I have been thinking about, ruminating on. These things will likely not be helpful to anyone who has suffered sexual assault and is being traumatized anew by reading the news about Gaiman; the things I feel comfortable speaking about are, in the grand scheme of the evil that can be done to one person one another, frivolous.

One of these things is how likely it is that DC, no longer seeing an economic benefit to close association with Gaiman, will attempt to separate the Sandman brand from close ties to its authorship, in order to ensure it continues being a money-maker. Gaiman has for many years been the example of a creator DC did right by, as opposed to Alan Moore: they don't exploit the creation as much as they could, Gaiman continues to work with them on new stuff every few years, everybody makes a bunch of money. I imagine this sort of arrangement will no longer be useful to them and they will attempt something along the lines of a Watchmen/Sandman crossover, perhaps written by Tom King or James Tynion, within the next year or two.

If you are a reader who enjoys The Sandman, I would recommend not throwing the work out wholesale, but having the lens of your apprecation henceforth be focused on the art. Jill Thompson, Kelley Jones, Chris Bachalo, Sam Kieth, Marc Hempel, whoever, plenty of good artists worked on the book. It is important, I think, to view a comic as an artistic achievement without falling into the traps of venerating the writer so much that a cult of personality develops. Obviously, with Gaiman that ship sailed a long time ago, and he attracted a large fanbase, including within it a good share of women he sought to prey upon. One does not have to act like Gaiman was a bad writer, or act like by not liking his work one possesses a greater moral clarity, one can simply think of his scripting as a good enough framework by which some interesting visual storytelling can be done. (At least in the case of The Sandman, he has written many other comics that do not rise to this standard. This thing where a comic book writer writes a comic that works OK as a way to take in an artist's drawings but they have written a bunch of other comics that don't meet that standard is absolutely true of a bunch of other comic book scripters.)

If you haven't read Sandman, but heard good things about it previously, and now think you would never be able to read it due to Gaiman being a monster: May I recommend co-creator Sam Kieth's comic The Maxx? The thing about the The Maxx is that it is also pretty goofy and adolescent and pretentious. It can be enjoyed in spite of all of this, but it is not the sort of of work that a cult of personality exists around, either because those aspects are harder to avoid, or there isn't the scrim of goth self-presentation that leads people to take it seriously for the sake of self-flattery, or maybe just because the author never cultivated that cult the way Gaiman did because Gaiman was a monster and a self-promoter.

Maybe I am hung up on the "cult of personality" aspect of Gaiman's persona, one thing that clearly connects him to Warren Ellis, another comic book writer who found himself with an audience of young women and focused his energy on grooming certain members of them. Obviously, plenty of men, with much lower public profiles, have leveraged whatever small amount of power they had to take advantage of women. In the case of Gaiman, it is his persona, and self-regard, hat allowed him to enter into a relationship with Amanda Palmer, another person who took advantage of her celebrity status regularly, and is portrayed in the Vulture piece as Gaiman's enabler and accomplice. The only thing I can hope to impart to anyone who consumes art is to not be sucked in by the glamor of celebrity, or have one's sense of self be dependent on a relationship to someone who is primarily a social climber. By saying these sorts of things, I always fear I am in danger of seeming like a victim-blamer; that is not my intention. My hope is that, collectively, we can refuse people the power they seek to grow by refusing to buy into their personae. Of course, money will still exist, will still make the world around, will still give people enormous power: Gaiman forced himself on a woman who was essentially homeless and had nowhere else to go. My hope is that, by denying people the privilege of taking their self-regard seriously, we can begin to grow an infrastructure where we will care for the vulnerable among us better.

[sailtomarina]

For us

Staring at the sky, all Hermione could see were shades of grey.

Not grey like his eyes, but grey like an incoming storm, or perhaps one that had recently passed. No sun peered through with heat to soak into her bones. At first glance, the sky appeared inhospitable and cold as if marking the end of summer.

Rather than feel depressed at the idea of increasing darkness, Hermione took comfort from the clouds. She honestly thought summer to be the worst month, vastly inferior to fall with its array of reds, browns, and golds. Crookshanks used to love diving into piles of leaves, often emerging clutching a mouse in his teeth. One saving grace for the hottest time of year was that two of her favorite people were born during those summer months.

One of those favorites just happened to wrap his arms around her from behind, pulling her tight into his frame. Looking up, she gazed into her favorite grey eyes, irises that seemed to change with his moods from steel when obliviating, to almost black when enraged, to the current pale silver when looking at her in adoration.

“Welcome home,” she managed to whisper before Draco’s lips pressed her into silence for the next several minutes. No matter the time or place, he always made it a priority to greet her with a kiss.

He pulled her into the cushioned seat overlooking the garden, continuing to hold her close in his embrace. Long fingers rubbed patterns into the skin of her arm, raising goosebumps in their wake.

“I got a little something for you,” he murmured, still wholly absorbed in teasing touches and head bent to breathe her in.

“For me?” Hermione couldn’t think of any particular reason for a gift. It wasn’t a holiday, and her birthday was still a couple of months away.

“Well, for us.”

Her brow furrowed as she absorbed his correction. Now she was even more perplexed. It’s not as if they were in need of anything—everything they could ever want, Draco usually purchased immediately. He had terrible self-control and tended to satisfy any desire the instant one came to mind. Hermione still struggled to get used to the ease with which he handled money.

“Close your eyes.”

She obeyed immediately, and the resulting chuckle he gave stirred something needy within her. Maybe she was a little too quick to act on command outside of the bedroom. They had certainly practiced enough for it to now be instinct.

Something heavy and warm settled into her lap, and it was only his grounding presence around her that prevented her from bolting up in surprise. It felt as if he’d placed a blanket across her, but the weight kept shifting.

“Go ahead and open them now.”

Hermione’s eyes focused immediately on the large cat lying in her lap looking as if there was nowhere else it would rather be. Long fur she could already imagine herself brushing draped away from the body in greyscale, ranging from soft black to a black so deep it almost looked blue to a light silver that matched Draco’s eyes she loved so much.

“Oh, Draco, he’s beautiful! Or is it a she?” Her hand hovered in uncertainty.

“You can go ahead and touch her. She’s far cuddlier than I expected.”

Hermione snorted in remembrance of the numerous scratches and bites he’d endured from Crookshanks. Their time together had been short, given that her familiar was already ancient by the time she and Draco had started dating. At the end, Hermione had almost been jealous by how often she’d find the two of them curled up reading together in front of the fireplace or napping in the library.

“Does she have a name?” Her fingers carded through the luxurious fur that was just as soft as it looked even if her face had a similar squashed look to her predecessor.

“Not yet. I thought we could name her together. She’s half-kneazle, too.”

Hermione’s breath caught in a half sob even as she laughed at the similarities. Strong hands kneaded her shoulders in understanding.

“We should pick something celestial in the Black family style.”

The squeeze of his hands conveyed his appreciation. They weren’t sure they’d be able to have children together given Hermione’s past physical trauma. They hadn’t given up hope yet, but it could still be tiring.

As she continued to stroke the half-kneazle’s coat and admired the swirling pattern, an idea came to her.

“What do you think of the name ‘Maia’?”

Even without looking at him, Hermione knew he’d adopted that pensive look she adored—head tilted at an angle, eyes closed in consideration, perfectly tousled hair falling over his forehead.

“One of the seven Pleiades, mother of Hermes, and known for her nurturing nature.” As Hermione hummed in approval, he continued, “I like it.”

“Then it’s settled. What do you think, Maia?”

The familiar purred, as if already recognizing the name as her own. Her eyes remained firmly shut, even as she nuzzled her head more firmly against Hermione’s hand.

“I think she likes it.” His kisses along her neck resumed.

“Draco, if you keep doing that we’re both going to anger Maia.”

“Why do you say that?” 

One of his hands came up to delve into her curls, firmly gripping the base and tilting her head to the side so he could bite softly into the crook of her neck. She moaned softly at the sharp sensation that spread warmth across her chest. His other hand moved down her side to grip her outer thigh.

“Because I’m this close to knocking her from my lap to take you on this chair.” It took all of her willpower to keep her lap still.

She could feel his grin against her shoulder. “Fair enough. Mivvy!”

With a pop, their head house elf appeared wearing a frilly apron over her emerald muslin frock.

“Master Draco called?”

“I’m sorry to interrupt your dinner preparations, Mivvy, but would you take Maia here with you and make sure she has something to eat? She hasn’t been fed since this morning.”

“Of course!” Mivvy stepped forward to replace Hermione’s hand on the kneazle’s back and disappeared as quickly as she had appeared.

The instant Hermione’s lap was cleared, two hands gripped both thighs and massaged inward. Draco resumed his exploration of the bare skin above her neckline. Hermione could finally press back against his delicious length as she had wanted to do the moment he wrapped himself around her.

“Now, where were we?”

WC 1090

It was actually super cloudy most of today and the weather has been threatening thunderstorms all day. I was in a complete slump about what to write about for this prompt and figured I'd start out just talking about the weather. Every little bit helps!

I also just finished watching all three 50 Shades of Gray films on Max soooooooooooooo yeah, 'grey' was present in that part of my mind, as well, bwahahaha

[pisscreant]

Fic Update

So due to my hiatus, the future of my fics, especially the bodyswap crackfic, is uncertain. If anyone wants to continue my Disco Elysium fics or use stuff from them, feel free! Just link me and credit me!! (Bc ngl, I still want a bit of credit even tho you can't own fanfic. It's just like a pat on the head ;v;)

You don't need to ask permission at all, but I'd love you to let me know! I won't be logged in here, but I have email notifs. You can also directly email me at artiesanscheese@proton.me

Besides silly ego reasons, I also want to get back into DE eventually. So I want to save your link to read it one day, especially if it has a happy/hopeful ending! Even if there's no happy ending, maybe in the future I'll have matured to a place where that'll be just as fun.

Soon, I'll post again one more time with ideas I had for separate future fics.

Have an except from ch 2!

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Psst! Kimbo. Hot stuff. Sweet cheeks. Forget the prices on the menu. It's our treat. You deserve a *real* breakfast.

YOU - No.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Yes! Just think of that juicy, dripping plate of pure sugar. Fluffy pancakes absolutely smothered in syrup. The tart kiss of fruit on your tongue. We should eat that for every meal until the end of time. Together.

YOU - The dull ache in your newly crooked jaw flares as you clench it out of habit. You pointedly take another piece of wholemeal toast.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Come on, baby! Put down the bland shit. Let me show you all the sweetness that these new taste buds can detect!

YOU - When you had thought that Harry had an addictive personality, this is not quite what you meant.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Yeah well, when I thought I wanted you inside us, this wasn't what I meant, either.

YOU - You choke. The bread in your mouth almost goes flying across the table.

If you're curious, below were my plans for the bodyswap. All cws from the fic like ableism and racism still apply.

I had decided to make the whole thing follow Kim's pov bc Skills.

Through the story, both Kim and Harry grow kinder to themselves about their own struggles through coaching each other through life in their bodies.

Kim dislikes the Skills at first. He feels that they're harmful and gets defensive about how they talk abiut Harry. He also is alarmed about how Pain Threshhold and Half Light talk about harming themselves and harming others.

At one point, Kim in Harry's body experiences a stress-induced Loop when people get suspicious about how Harry's acting. "I'm not feeling like myself today." x100 Not comedic framing, I wrote it as distressing to experience bc it is.

Harry as Kim experiences racism and almost gets into several altercations. Kim has to intervene each time. Kim coaches Harry on how to adjust his posture and demeanour to discourage would-be hecklers. Harry hates that this is necessary.

Kim notices the green and yellow outlines of Harry's 'Detective vision' and thinks of them as hallucinations and discounts their significance.

Volition is desperately trying to run damage control.

Physical Instrument and Endurance take turns both complimenting Kim's strong body and indirectly insulting him with their 'bino' talk.

I have fun with Half Light turning aggressively protective. I know he's antagonistic to outside threats, but I think he can also be angry and scared for people that he cares about.

Harry is distressed af by the quiet and asks Kim to talk and fill the silence. Idk the comfort plus Kim awkwardly trying to ramble for him was cute.

Kim unsuccessfully tries to pop psych-away ARB and Limbic System. By the end of the story, he instead accepts them as people who are suffering just like Harry. The dream duo aren't nearly as antagonistic towards Kim as they are to Harry. In fact, they warn him away to 'save' Kim. They do however enjoy insulting Harry and having Kim getting protective. (Despite it all, it feels good to them that Harry is loved, even tho they can only find out in a twisted way)

Kim slowly grows to appreciate and bond with the Skills. He gets to use them on a case, and he Ace's Highs them by clapping Harry's hands together. ❤️

Kim and Harry eventually find the solution to the body swap. Harry learns to overcome his awkward secretiveness about his Skills as he coaches Kim through his first real Shivers check. Kim learns to be more open about the Skills' expertise and how they help Harry.

They learn that the solution is to fall asleep and dream in the tent again. The phasmid chemicals + the Pale switched them, and they can switch back the same way.

Fun twist: at the end, the Skills call out to Kim from Harry, and Kim can hear them!

Kim now had 25 boyfriends. It's implied they will fuck nasty about it. The end.

[magpiefngrl]

You know the square people use to decide what fics they’d take with them to a deserted island? I was thinking about it and I sat down and wondered what my top fics were from the HP fandom specifically. When I boiled it down from the hundreds I’ve read, 9 1/2 Days tied for first place with Heal Thyself by astolat. (Just after those two was The Miseducation of Draco Malfoy so I suppose you can tell that I love character development in fiction.)

What I love about your fic in particular though was that you didn’t shy away from the not-so-nice aspects of Draco’s personality, such as how he used to bully Neville or play tricks on Dobby. You addressed the more difficult aspects of his personality, implied strongly that it was in no small part, because of how he was raised, BUT at the same time, you did not reduce him to victimhood and I really really liked that.

A trope that comes up a lot in fiction (in general, not just fanfiction) is making a villainous character into a victim. It seems to be the fastest and easiest way to get the audience to root for them.

But that doesn’t always sit right with me, because sometimes it feels as if the writer is trying to get the audience to side with a particular character without any actual growth from that character. I think there’s a fine line here because an explanation for why a person is the way they are should not be used as a justification or an excuse for the harmful things they do.

That’s why I really really loved your fic. I loved that you used World War II and the Holocaust as a vehicle to help Draco address his own bigotry. That being lost in the world with Harry helped him to confront and struggle with the things he had taught to believe as opposed to what he was actually experiencing for himself. The romance between Harry and him was believable and breathtaking and didn’t take away from Draco’s journey. In all my years of reading, I’ve noticed that this is a very very hard balance to strike. One that even very successful, seasoned writers struggle with and you pulled off so gracefully! I’m in awe.

I’m sorry for the long comment and for rambling I just think you really need to know that your story was wonderful and I’m so glad, so thankful you wrote it.

Gosh. What a lovely and thoughtful ask 💗💗

I'm really happy to hear that you enjoy my fics, esp. 9 ½ Days, and I'm thrilled beyond words that you enjoyed the way the romance unfolded side-by-side with Draco's unlearning. It was indeed very hard for me to write a convincing romance which evolved little by little with Draco slowly changing at the same time. I banged my head on my desk so many times while writing the fic and it's a significant reason it took me 5 years to write.

I hear you re: Draco's growth and portrayal. One of my (many) pet peeves is fics portraying Draco as a victim who only got into the DE because he was being forced but in his heart he was an innocent baby. I find that this, besides being inaccurate, also strips Draco of all agency. It makes him nothing more than a puppet, which in turn makes him very boring. I find canon Draco fascinating. I like the idea that yes, he happily joined the magical equivalent of KKK and he used the equivalent of the n-word with abandon (while also being a bully and a rich toff that looked down his nose on people), and that later he saw some atrocities and realised the true meaning of belonging to a hate group. The cost of it. I imagine the enormity of his guilt and how hard he works in order to change himself, and all this is what makes him such a thrilling character. For me, anyway.

Heal Thyself deals with all this so well! I absolutely adore this fic. It blew me away when I read it. I kept pointing at the page and going "Yes! THIS!"

Look, I don't expect every single fic to make a song and dance about his redemption, sometimes a girl just wants to read a 3k PWP, you know? But when I come across a story where I can tell the author relishes in Draco's complexity, I sure do appreciate it.

I'm very pleased you liked the way I explored this side of him in the fic. Thank you for the very kind message! My fic being one of your desert island fics is so, so touching! I'm all emotional now 💗

[madmachaca]

Part 2 of these PKNA fanfiction (feat mostly Lyla and Camera 9) that apparently I can't stop writing

Here is part 1, if you are interested.

And here is the one that started this, and that goes chronologically after this one.

I am writing this because I love the potential friendship between Camera 9 and Lyla and wanted to explore that. This one got long, so I haven't written all the ideas I have... a part three may be posted one of these days

Hope you enjoy reading!

1.

Since she was already at Time 0 for a mission report and a check up, she might as well dwell on the archives.

Information about every single person, both android and biological, was registered there. If there was somewhere to look, it was definitely this place.

The question was no longer "what's his name?" but "who is he?"

Now, was it easier just to ask him? Yes...and no. Lyla liked her workmate, but the fact that he was able to follow her twice without her noticing made her proceed with caution.

She typed the name "Stefan Vladuck, 20th century. " ... oh... there it was... it only took a while.

Feeling a little nervous, she opened the file and read.

Name: Vladuck, Stefan

Type: Biological

Species: Duck

Place of birth: Bulgaria (officially)

Nationality: Not found

...what?

"What do you mean not found?" said Lyla softly with a hint of annoyance. She kept reading

Job: War/hotspot journalist. Vanished from the public eye for years. Television

Cause of death:

And Lyla closed the file abruptly. If she kept reading, she would learn more about ....her friend, but she wouldn't dare to keep going.

The bad side of Time 0 is that everyone you know is simultaneously dead and alive or might as well be.

With a heavy sigh, she left the archives and prepare to head back to Duckburg.

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2.

Since she couldn't get the information she wanted back in Time 0, Lyla decided to consult more traditional sources

"Angus, does the name Stefan Vladuck ring a bell?"

The kiwi raised his eyes from his notes to see the young reporter looking at him with curious eyes

"What? Is the youth suddenly interested in the classics?

Lyla didn't respond. Angus stood, for he was leaving, and elaborate as he put on his coat

"If you are trying to contact him, stop losing your time. He was a great one but disappeared one day just like that. He's probably dead"

"So I guess asking him to work with us would be impossible, then?" Said Lyla as she smiled sweetly

"Why would someone like him work with us? Hey! You! Stop losing time and come! There is news to report!" And he dragged Camera 9 out of the office.

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3.

It had been a while since she was on the last level of Ducklair Tower. She liked visiting PK even if it was for a "professional" reason. But going on missions with him was fun too, even if dangerous.

"PK will be here soon," ONE said, interrupting the peaceful silence that had been taking over of the area before. "Would you care of tea? A magazine? A piece of cake?"

"That's ok, ONE" she said with a smile " I enjoy just walking around."

And as soon as she had said this, she stopped. Something had caught her eye: a picture of her hero friend pinned on a board. His pose was heroic, his cape fell graciousy, and his expression was determined and strong. She couldn't recognize the background, but that was of minor importance. The lighting was weirdly warm.

"All right!" Said Donald as he entered the room "it was hard, but Uncle Scrooge won't force me to go to the dying lakes of whatever-they-might-be to help him with yet another one of his adventures, so we are free to go, Lyla... Lyla?"

"Ah? ....oh, sorry. I was looking at this picture of yours"

And Donald came closer to see which one she was talking about

"Ah, yeah" he said with a big, bright smile "that one is my favorite! I look so cool and handsome!"

"Not an easy feat, but it was posible!" Commented ONE, another playful teasing among friends that Donald didn't appreciate that much

"It's a great photo" said Lyla as she looked for details more closely

"Well" answer Donald and he almost sounded proud "he is a great photographer"

"Who?"

"Stefan" he replied casually.

Silence, not awkward or cold, but the kind that comes when your brain refuses to accept what it just heard

"Who did you say?"

Donald glaced over her noticing something was ... odd...

"Stefan...Vladuck"

"You know him?"

"Well, you can say so, we meet once and he took those" he said pointing at all the photos in the board "he helped me trick Angus Fangus, and he really seem to enjo..."

"Tell me about him" interrupt her soflty, clearly she wasn't really listening

"Huh?"

"Eh?" Lyla suddenly realized the slightly concerned looks Donald was giving her.

"I...I mean, this picture is so good it just made me wonder about the person who took it"

ONE came to break the awkwardness

"As far as we know," he said, "Vladuck used to be a photojournalist who specialized in potentially dangerous jobs"

"You mean...?"

"War." Said Donald "Though sometimes he was sent to guerrillas or natural disaster sites... of course, he did other types of photojournalism..."

Lyla took another photo in her hands. The whole situation felt surreal. Every piece of new information she collected on him made things simultaneously clearer and more confusing

"Is he well known?"

"Yeah!" answer Donald way to quickly "if you are familiar with the field, I guess"

Lyla looked even more into the pictures, without realizing a soft smile appeared on her face

"He is talented" she said almost in a whisper. "Why did he stop?"

"I don't know. You can just go an ask him"

She turned confused at the heroe

"Huh?"

"If you are suddenly so curious about him, it's because you know" he said, shrugging

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4.

"Lyla? What are you doing here? I thought I asked you to cover the accident on 4th street"

Her slightly annoyed boss was infront of her, waiting for an answer

"Sorry, Dan. I'll be on my way," she replied with a sweet voice."I am just waiting for Camera 9"

"Oh, Angus took him earlier for his own scoop," interrupted Mike on the other side of the room. "He said that, since he is smaller, he can fit anywhere easily"

A weird silence fell. How do you even respond to that?

Dan sighed

"Just take any other camera man"

"Yes, Dan"

And so she left. It has been three days since she had talked to him

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5.

Two more days passed until she was able to work with him.

As she waited for him on the car, she wondered how to start the conversation. There were still so many unanswered questions, but she didn't want to make things weird. He was a workmate she actually liked spending time with. She did want him to cut her off in anyway.

Soon, he got in the car. She thought some more of the best way to start: Should she use his name? Should she call him Nine still? Does she even want to explain what happened? Does he...?

"What's the organization?"

Oh well, she didn't thought of starting there

"Come again?"

"You asked me if I was with the organization. Back at the warehouse..."

Lyla considered her answer. Whatever happened to whatever you are doing, it's not my business, Miss Lay?

"Let's just say I don't like them very much" she decided ambiguity was her best card right now

"Are you in trouble?"

His voice was serious and a little concerned. She needed him not to worry

"Ah? No, it's all right, ...Stefan..."

He huffed, amused, and shook his head

"It's a nice name," she added

"Thank you"

He fastened his seat belt and laid back on his seat

"Ok, let's go!" he said happily, and Lyla just drove off.

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6.

"Should I keep calling you Nine, or...?"

The atmosphere in the room was peaceful and even relaxing, if you ignored the multiple papers scattered around and the whiteboard with a huge question mark

"I guess you can use either." he answered "As long as you don't use my real name around others... now, where would the owner of a fraudulent beauty clinic go"

Researching for a scoop could get as intense and draining as any police investigation. But Lyla discovered he was a fun fellow journalist to be around

"Mouseton," she pointed out. "According to this, she recently brought property there... Why not around others? Are you hiding or something?

"I'm just extremely introverted... If she wanted to hide, why Mouseton? Why go to a place where people may look first, based on her purchase record. Maybe she is still in Duckburg"

"You're probably right. The police would looked on her newly brought properties first and by the time they get the authorization to enter the city, she would be long gone" she said taking notes on the board "is it ok if I call you Nine most of the time?"

She didn't say it, but his real name felt a little too intimate at the moment

"Yeah, you can call me Nine, or Stefan, or whatever you feel comfortable with. You're the only one who calls me just "nine" and to be honest, I like the nickname...Lyla, look at this..." and he showed her a picture. At the back, they could barely make the form of a tall, purplish figure

"That looks Evronian" said Lyla in a surprised, breathy voice. "Was the clinic just an Alien hideout?"

"Someone better call PK"

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Lyla had been looking through boxes and boxes of past newspapers. She was assigned to write a column on the story of Cornelius Coot for the city's anniversary, and she had a lot of reading to do

"You do it! Since you were born in Duckburg! it would be easy!" Had said Angus, who had rejected the project since he arrived in Duckburg relatively not long ago. So there was Lyla, looking for information. She did really mind it. She actually liked when things got more mundane and peaceful

"I found another newspaper from the 50s that might help you," said Camera 9, who had been helping her on the project. "I'll leave it on your desk along with the others"

"Thanks for your help," she said without taking the eyes off the box she was looking on. " You're a life saver, Stefan"

And she turned around only to be face to face with someone unexpected. She almost dropped the recently found newspaper on the ground

"Wrong name, actually, but I take the compliment, I guess"

"Ziggy!" Exclaimed Lyla "I wasn't expecting you here"

"Just came to drop a box of old tapes. Sorry if I scared you"

"No, no, it's all fine, I..." She looked around and noticed her quiet friend wasn't in the room anymore. "...I thought I was alone"

Ziggy gave her a strange look, as if he was trying to decipher a puzzle or something

"Ok, Miss Lay, I will leave you to work in peace" he said brightly after a brief moment, and he intended to leave the room. "Just out of curiosity, who is Stefan?"

"Huh? No one... I mean...that's how I call the potted cactus over there" and she pointed at a small plant that was quielty resting on a shelf. Ziggy looked at it as if he was studying it

"Seems like a nice little fella" he said. Camera 9 was coming in just then. "I'll leave you alone, Miss Lay. Good luck with the column....Hey, Camera 9! See you around, man"

And so he was gone to do this own job.

Camera 9 saw him go in silence before speaking

"Lyla, Dan sent me to work with Mike. Would you mind if I...?"

"No at all, Nine! I'll manage here. Don't worry. " it wasn't like she strictly needed him to help her anyway, but she did like the company.

"All right then, see you around Lyla" he said. Then he turned to the cactus "bye, Stefan"

And so he left.

End of part 2

I am slightly sorry these bits got long... :D.

I plan keep them coming