#ive hot a lot of thoughts just no time or energy to get them out rn

[mikhailoism]

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ok now that ive watched all of the fairly oddparents reboot here's my thoughts on peri and dev bc they ended up being my favorites

kind of obsessed w/peri's tumblr sexyman energy lasting approximately five seconds bc he's constantly stressed out dealing with dev. it's a little funny. he literally talks an octave or two higher than in that clip at all times. born 2 be a tumblr sexyman forced 2 deal with an obnoxious ipad kid

also idk if this is a hot take but peri's kind of a bad fairy godparent. and it's not even his fault really, he's trying, i think he just doesnt understand what dev needs. which makes sense bc dev's his first godkid. but he doesnt seem to get that while dev is really demanding all the time that's mostly bc aside from hazel peri seems to be the only person he regularly interacts with and he's grown up with the understanding that the only way to make friends is to buy people's respect and that's what he uses a lot of his wishes for

like yes peri's right, his job is just to grant wishes. but when you look at how cosmo and wanda interact with hazel theyre constantly suggesting ideas when she isnt sure abt how to solve a problem and coming up with new solutions. they also make sure to take the time to teach her life lessons when they see the opportunity to do so. but peri doesnt have the experience to do either of those things and that + his insistence to stick to the rules kind of puts a strain on his relationship with dev

i feel like it's pretty clear that dev got a fairy godparent bc he's being emotionally neglected like crazy. his dad sucks ass. and peri seems to recognize that and tries to give him emotional support but he doesnt really know how and sometimes runs out of patience with him. anyway i hope they get a second chance so we can see peri learning how to b a better fairy godparent. idk if that's the direction theyre gonna go w/those characters i feel like they wouldnt get rid of either of them considering how popular they are but itd b nice to see them work it out properly yk

[savnofilter]

Makeup Sex HCs

-> dabi/t. todoroki, s. todoroki, e. kirishima & k. bakugo

Dabi | Shouto Todoroki | Eijiro Kirishima | Katsuki Bakugo x [GEN]Reader

CONTENT WARNING(S): sexual content, makeup sex. 🧍🏽‍♀️

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READ MORE: masterpost + [students | bakugo | adults masterlists]

A/N: ive been wanting to write this for a hot min and now i finally did sjdjsjdn anyways this will be my last nsfw work for students. pretty anti-climatic but 🤷🏽‍♀️ i will be releasing the rest of my sfw stuff for them somewhere else so stayed tuned for that. 👀 ANYWAYS I AM SAUR READY FOR THE DABI CONTENT IM GONNA BUST 🥰 THANK YOU ANON AND HAPPY YEAR YALL. 🤢🤟🏽🤟🏽🤟🏽

if its serious & Dabi knows hes fucked up, hes gonna force himself to talk about it.

don't think that he’ll be mature 100% but he will communicate with you.

is a little manipulative (don't come at me we know he ain't at therapy) and might divulge to get into your good graces once again.

makeup sex with Dabi entirely depends on how serious he finds the situation.

if it's something super serious (to him) then he will not go for sex and will not want to be touched physically like at all. comfort wise too.

but when it's something where all you two need to do is properly communicate, he's actually more empathetic. you could almost say the makeup sex between you when this happens is more… intimate.

if submissive!Dabi is something you like, here he is!

don't expect him to go full on tho, he’ll just relinquish a bit more of letting you take control as a form of apologizing.

[+] only you have been able to see him in such a position… you better be thrilled.

gets more needy tho? the audacity… if you love brats there here he is.

tries to say stuff to throw you off, shit like if you're teasing him he'll say something along the lines of, “stop playing and come sit on my cock, doll.” or “look at you slobbering all over my dick, you greedy XYZ.”

a little whiney about it too, has no shame whatsoever, though.

if he's the one giving you head, it's very messy and sloppy like he's making out with your nether regions. his goal is to have you c(um)e undone and having you surrender your thoughts to him.

when you two actually get to fucking though, it's really rough and grabby at first. it's as if you two are trying to fight each other whilst also attempting to one up another in pleasure.

very much a lot of rough thrusting, pinning, bite marks, hickies and hand prints galore.

then it soothes out—once all the pent up energy is exerted you two transition into a more, and this is where I talked about earlier, intimate love making.

mumbling apologies, a teary eye if you manage to make eye contact with each other and soft mutterings of how good it feels.

it's like a rollercoaster ride of high and low emotions, the end result being the balance of both.

probably the same kind of style as Dabi.

honestly it wouldn't be surprising if the root of the makeup sex being unresolved things, as in the inner conflicts that you two don't even address.

quiet aggression waiting for its release between you two.

makeup sex would be more like a week or a few days after, where you two are probably having a normal session but then the pent up and forgetting energy comes up and gets released during the deed.

Todoroki grips you way more often and holds you close as if you might disappear in one second.

uses a lot of his hands and probably toys too to let out his pent out anger.

will have you bonded up so he can freely do what he needs to do with having to keep his attention divided by keeping you down and pleasuring you.

a ton of words of affirmation here, both you and him.

that's how it normally is, but he throws in some endearing terms a lot more this time around.

“that feel good, baby?” “who makes you feel good like this?”

his attention is solely focused on you and not so much his.

will probably edge you until the point where you both need to climax as he enjoys seeing you tear up and beg for him.

the makeup sex was probably about jealousy if we're being honest here.

Todoroki is just so emotionally constipated but he doesn't know how else express it.

is definitely working on it though.

probably the most emotional out of them lol.

Kirishima is the type to cry and be a mess, super emotional and empathetic.

isn't doing crazy positions or trying to rough you up, unintentional or not.

very much, “I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry��� sort of attitude 😭

feel like when thinking of Kirishima, since he has this hidden, passive aggressive side that it'd transmute into rough handling but no I think he'd let all his barriers down for something like this.

would probably get rougher near the ending tho, like harder thrusts and more bite marks.

he wants to be in your good books again and is doing his best to be that again.

everything is sloppier too, just pure rawness tbh.

the makeup session may take place a few hours later or a day later, if it doesn't then that's how you know it's something serious that can't just be mended with a bit of physical bonding.

so in a way when you two make up like this, Kirishima feels grateful because of the unspoken common rules in your relationship.

he puts his all in to make sure that even with your disagreements he still loves you a lot. :’)

surprisingly so, i honestly believe makeup sex with this man would be soft.

it's passive aggressive at most, the only thing being harsh is the rough grip here and there or a little taunting whisper every so often.

lots of eye contact and just admiring you under him.

likes to be on top so he can shield you from everything else in the room and wants your attention all on him.

make up sex with him is smothering in the way that it's like he's trying to mold himself into you and only you.

doesn't care about what you guys fought about or disagreed earlier, he's more or so focused on the connection this will bring.

Bakugo is more quiet during this time, not really saying much but lets a few noises slip by every so often.

if he does talk, it's not very loud or aggressive, more of check ins like, “you okay?” “you like it when I XYZ?”

it's like Bakugo is treating you in a fragile manner, not wanting to shatter you or startle you. :’)

this is one of the times where his energy level isn't on 1000.

ALSO HAND HOLDING FOR SURE.

prefers to mostly do positions where he can see your face too, wants to make sure you're okay.

he's very mellow and the sort of energy is needed for the mending between you two.

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[cdragons]

AGSKTBEKD PLEASEEEE FUCK EVERYTHING HAS ME IN A CHOKEHOLD, A CHOKEHOLD IM TELLING YOU!!! AHHHH IM IN LOVEEEE! IVE BEEN EAGERLY AWAITING FOR CHAPTER 4 AND I FINALLY READ IT AND IT WAS EVERYTHING AND MOREEE! MICHAEL 😫😫😮‍💨😮‍💨 GIRLIE IS GONNA REALIZE SHE LIKES HIM SOON

STOP! The fact that farleigh was just like “hey bbg, we’re gonna be besties now” 😐 like what has this man got brewing in that mischievous little brain of his. BUT ALSO OUR GIRLIE BEING A GIRLS GIRL AND GETTING RID OF THE FRENEMY LABEL 😭😭😭❤️❤️ (im in love with this chapter if you couldn’t tell😁)

Oh my god I literally can’t wait to see how this goes cause like yeah Felix is hot but like shitty personality don’t make you a good person and I can’t wait for girlie and Michael to smell the damn roses and get together. Literally vibrating like a feral animal while I wait cause I’m so excited!!

Anyway have a wonderfully wonderful day or night and literally keep being wonderful and spectacular and so fucking creative because god knows I could never come up with such beautiful words. Like you could’ve written Romeo and Juliette, but I can 200% guarantee that Shakespeare could never come up with this.

Much love and don’t forget to have a snack and drink some water!!

❤️

ANON!!! I cannot put into words how much I loved your kind words! I literally have been reading this over and over because it's so sweet and wonderful! Thank you for comparing me to the Bard, especially since I never really thought my ideas were so much as interesting rather than creative and spectacular! I could not have made this story and written it out without the fantastic support the people on this site have given me!

Seriously, I cannot emphasize how happy reading this has made me. Tumblr has really become a major and significant safe place for me because I am considered a bit more nerdy than most all of my family members. A lot of the fandoms I am in, they aren't and I can't really introduce it to them because it would just take too much brain energy and no one has time for that.

Regarding Michael and Reader, there are definitely plans coming for them in the future! Maybe these plans will be from Farleigh, maybe they'll come from Annabel (oh yea, she's part of the 'I love Reader, but I don't want to admit it' club). But Felix is definitely going to try to separate them and make Michael seem more like a pathetic nerd, and it's only going to backfire on him (I cannot wait to write this part)!

And the idea of Felix actually being an asshole was a really big thought I kept revisiting while watching the film. We know that the entire story is told from Oliver's perspective, and the guy is biased as FUCK. He paints Felix as this godly saint who deserves all the love and adoration from the world, but there was just something about him that just...gave me the ick. The biggest clues for me were when he and Farleigh were arguing about Farleigh's mom, and then Farleigh made the point about the 'footmen,' and Felix said "We DOn'T SeE RAcE"...like...BOI!

Also, the cavalier way he was giving the tour of his house with Oliver, we will also be seeing that with Reader, but obviously, she will be having a much different reaction (AKA: DISGUST).

[spoiledleaff]

Adore your hc of Dew being turned on by domesticity, tell me more?

ohohoho, sweetheart, anon, love of my life? i am so glad you asked!!! >:) i won’t lie, i’ve been holding on to this ask for forever, because i love!! this hc? i can’t explain it, it’s just so much fun to write for! :D i tried to do at least one act for each ghoul, so pardon me if there’s quite a bit down below, haha!

but! without further ado, here’s my notes on the ‘dewdrop gets turned on by domesticity’ idea featuring the era iv ghouls! :D oh! this one does get kinda explicit! or at the very least suggestive! you’ve been warned >:)c

✿ ＡＥＴＨＥＲ.

aether is sappy, so sappy. we know this, the ghouls know this, everyone knows this, yeah? i think part of the reason why aeth’s and dew’s bond/chemistry is so great is because aether keeps doing things for everyone, and dew keeps getting all hot and bothered about it, haha!!

i mean, what’s he gonna do? say no to dewdrop? fuck that.

dew would often spend the night in aether’s dorm when he was first morphed into a fire ghoul, so a lot of this began with their shared morning and night routine.

dew is always the first in bed and the first out of bed. blame it on the mismatched energies of having been/being a water/fire hybrid thingy, haha! his personal routine is a bit more random? kind of like that, ‘i’ll get to it when i get to it’ sort of vibe. it’s honestly only thanks to cumulus that dewdrop has a routine for his hair, and thanks to omega that he has a small routine to help maintain his vessel’s integrity.

aether has a much more solid, organized routine than dewdrop. by far! haha! he’s the kind of ghoul who brushes his teeth. twice per day. without fail! :0 goals, honestly.

so, it kinda started when dew was curled up in aether’s bed, watching aeth out of the corner of his eye as aether waltzes around the room grabbing night clothes, putting away his day clothes, talking idly about his day. and even though dew isn’t offering more than a few grunts or groans in response, aether just doesn’t shut up.

but dew notices that aether’s doing the same thing for him too. he’s packing away and folding whatever clothes he shed from the day’s activities and storing everything together.

the kicker is when aether pops into his bathroom and pops back out with a hairbrush in his hand and he’s looking at dewdrop expectantly.

“… what’s the brush for?” “for you, dew. i’m gonna brush your hair before you doze off. you can talk about your day too if you want, but you’re gonna get tangles and knots if you just go to bed like that. i can braid it too.”

dewdrop had a boner the entire time. aether thought he was just being dramatic when dew refused to flip over, haha!

another part of their morning routine is that aether insists that they brush their teeth together. at least for the mornings.

so, dewdrop begrudgingly surrenders to aether, and they’re brushing their teeth together. dew’s letting his mind wonder as he brushes, and eventually he catches himself staring at aether.

the realization dawns on dew that aether’s staring back, and when aether also catches up, the ghoul just fucking smiles at dewdrop through a mouthful of toothpaste and stupid fucking bubbles.

when dewdrop kisses him, aether tastes like that stupid fake watermelon taste of children’s toothpaste.

they fuck on the bathroom counter, and dewdrop wonders if he can somehow prank aether into brushing his fangs with dewdrop’s own cum.

✿ ＲＡＩＮ.

rain’s a bit more secretly sappy than aether. but! rain’s a little bit similar to dew in the fact that domesticity certainly excites them. rain just isn’t as… painfully obvious.

one of the easiest ways to get frisky with rain is to actually get soft and sappy and obedient with them.

the mummy dust bills gif with dew and rain cOUGH— rain is just that silent dom top where one look communicates all you need to know, haha!

it might be because of the borderline rivalry that these two had when rain was first summoned, but their affections for each other are still a bit more… subtle. at least in comparison to most of the others!

regardless though, rain very much thrives on teasing dew! but, it’s actually a bit double sided, haha! it may seem like teasing to others, but to rain and dew it’s their own love language.

when they spend the night with each other, or even if they just happen to be cuddling on the couch with each other, it’s a fucking war for blankets.

while dew feels hot to the touch, his days as a water ghoul have cursed his vessel by always running colder than most fire ghouls, and rain’s just always fucking frigid.

so, the two ghouls would be sharing a massive fucking blanket, shoulder to shoulder. but, the more and more dew fidgets and shifts, the more blanket he ends up snatching. whether it’s an accident or not is open to debate it’s not. he does this on purpose.

rain might occasionally tug them back a couple times, give the little shit a warning before going back to maybe whatever movie they were watching, or to whoever they may have been talking with.

but then dew does it again. and again. and again.

eventually, rain’s just fucking fed up (read: wants to be closer) with him. twists their body around and just hoists dew’s smaller frame right into his lap. no words, except for dew’s surprised screech and maybe a brief moment of flailing limbs and twisting tails before rain has dewdrop in their lap, his back against their chest, and the blanket wrapped around dewdrop’s lap while rain makes a point of sapping all of the gremlin’s beat through his spine.

“what the fuck-?!” “oh, shut up. you keep moving, and i’m freezing.”

there’s a couple mandatory bitter words directed at the other, but they lack the usual bite. all too quickly, they both settle down into a routine they known like the back of each other’s hand. dew hunches over himself and slumps against rain’s chest. rain’s hands are wrapped loose around dew’s middle, those freezing cold hands of theirs sometimes slipping underneath dew’s sweater and caressing the skin there. rain nuzzles into dew’s neck and peppers little kisses as their hands gently smooth over dew’s upper thighs and abdomen.

when rain’s hand wraps around the base of dew’s erection, the little spitfire melts further against rain. they set a slow, gentle pace. and dewdrop shivers and mewls through the whole thing, blindly grabbing around his body until he finds a perfectly grab-able part of rain’s clothes. when he cums, it’s quiet. and rain doesn’t hesitate to lick their own hand clean before softly kissing the mess into dewdrop’s waiting mouth.

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mountain isn’t necessarily more on the secretive side of sappy, per say? he’s just genuinely clueless about how the things he’s doing can be considered as ‘domestic’ or ‘sappy’.

he’s very observant. the kind of personality where if you offhandedly mention one thing, he’s going to remember it for the rest of his life. and he’ll surprise you with it to!!

when dewdrop shifted into a fire ghoul, his whole waking and sleeping routine was uprooted too. now his consciousness seems to quite literally be tethered to when the sun rises and sets.

mountain has since observed this in relation to the traditional group breakfast time.

if he isn’t too sore from working around the abbey and from rehearsals, mountain will do his best to wake up before the sun even rises, just so he can beat dew to the kitchen. he has this routine perfect timed and down to a borderline science.

by the time dewdrop lazily slinks his way over to the kitchen, there’s already a near boiling cup of coffee perfectly tailored to his magickally-influenced tastes, placed alongside a bowl of sugar, and a small canister of those flavored creamers dew likes using sometimes. the caramel ones. by then, mountain’s already preparing breakfast with some of the herbs he’s just harvested.

(dewdrop’s taste of whether he prefers black coffee or sweetened-to-heaven-and-back coffee depends greatly on his mood, so mountain never actually prepares his drink for him. but, regardless, since shifting his element to fire, his personal palette has grown pickier about the temperatures of most hot foods. if his food is borderline set aflame, his senses will think it’s gone cold. even though to the typical tastebud, it’s still really hot! it’s even more touching because mountain’s vessel is much more susceptible to burns and damage from heat thanks to his element, so the fact that the earth ghoul is quite literally risking the wellbeing of his hands just to make dewdrop a cup of coffee really gets the arousal pooling hot in his gut.)

something else that mountain will do is leave little notes to the various members of his pack and/or siblings and members of the church that he’s close with. while mountain isn’t necessarily social anxious when safe behind the ministry walls, he still sometimes finds it hard to communicate his wants and needs verbally. so, he’ll write and leave little notes instead.

most of the time they can be sweet and sappy, or even just straight and to the point instructions on how to do something. sometimes they’re fucking filthy—

whenever the notes are specifically directed at dewdrop, mountain’s always crafty enough to leave a breadcrumb trail of sorts that leads right back to him. because mountain knows that dewdrop always tries to chase him down.

the notes are always simple, but sweet. stuff like, “your hair looks pretty today”, “your outfit is cute”, “you performed really well today in rehearsal”, “you fucked swiss over real nice from that bet”. little things :)

they never fail to make dewdrop fucking soaked though.

when dew finally corners mountain in the greenhouse, by the chapel, in the abbey grounds, wherever- that little ghoul will fucking tackle mountain to the ground with an earth shattering kiss and the world’s tightest goddamn hug.

“god fucking damnit, mounty, your handwriting’s so fuckin’ pretty-“ “mhn, not as pretty as you look straddling my waist, sweetheart.”

dewdrop will ride mountain until they’re both seeing stars, and mountain will tell dewdrop about all the other notes he had planned to write before he was caught until dewdrop’s squirting with a keen.

✿ ＳＷＩＳＳ.

aether’s more obviously sappy. mountain and rain are more secretly sappy. but swiss is a genuine wildcard of the ghouls!

one thing's for certain, somehow swiss manages to make affection into a competition!

whereas rain and dew once had a... less wholesome rivalry between them, swiss and dew currently have a much more wholesome, friendly rivalry.

mountain and aether find it cute how the two ghouls somehow manage to make almost everything they do a competition.

swiss tossed dewdrop's favorite blanket into the dryer so he can be less cold on the couch? oh, fuck no.

dewdrop snatched some chocolate from a kind sibling and is saving half of it for swiss? not for long, bitch.

swiss has some clothes of his set aside specifically for dewdrop because he knows how much the little spitfire loves drowning in swiss' clothes? how dare he.

dewdrop shares some of his favorite breakfast with swiss because he woke up late and mountain has already retired to the greenhouse? how. fucking. dare. he.

haha! needless to say, the sappy side of their relationship is honestly just a series of them one upping the other.

whenever the two ghoul’s are both assigned similar cleaning duties, they make a competition out of it. who can clean the grand staircase quicker, who can trap more of copia’s rats, who can do the most dishes, that sort of thing.

(though sometimes both swiss and dew will ‘help the competition’, just to keep things ‘interesting’. though they’d both deny doing something that soft.)

but, there's sometimes moments where swiss will just collapse into a nest of his making for a long series of afternoon naps. and when dewdrop goes into his room to investigate, swiss traps the fire ghoul underneath his heavy arms, and the two fall asleep together.

they spend their day just cuddling and laughing together. blissfully left alone by the others who can probably hear the raucous laughter throughout the entire ghoul's wing.

"fuck, doll, i just adore spending time with you doing a whole buncha nothin'." and dew gets so fucking wet hearing the usually flirtatious swiss say something so soft like that.

swiss, predictably, makes fun of dewdrop for his sudden and clear arousal, trapping dew in his arms as his tail plays with his crotch.

they fuck the rest of the evening away and dewdrop once squirted when swiss said, "wanna keep you in my arms forever and make every day so lazy and lovely as today. just your pretty little face kept alllll to my selfish self, babydoll."

they’re usually inseparable for the rest of the night into the next day.

well, that’s a wrap! i know i only did the ghouls ‘cause i felt so bad holding onto this ask for so long, haha! but! I’ve definitely got my fair share of ramblings for the ghoulette, the older ghouls, and even the papas too!! :) haha, if anyone’s ever interested, i have quite a bit to say on this silly little idea, hehe! ♡

[the-s1lly-corner]

Hey Silly (can I call you that from now on?) it's been a while! How you doing?

I saw your prompt list and I just thought why not? So, the character I'm choosing is Father from C:KND (obviously). The tropes would be; #2,#5,#8

Just y'know, angst :>

Prompts 2, 5, and 8 with Father

woo yeah its been a while since we've touched the tropes list! and yes you may keep calling me silly, or admin! or admin silly when addressing me on this blog! I uh.. never gave an intro for myself and ive kind of stuck with the silly/admin name since people started using it for me LMAO prompts: sick, hanahaki, mutual pining notes: reader is gn, all prompts are treated as separate scenarios but hindsight is 20/20 as i realize these would have been fire paired up together as one connected thing cws: sickness and general hanahaki stuff

SICK

i might make a post where the roles are reversed, buuuut

i think, benedict is the grumpy kind of sick

but to be fair when is he not at least a little grumpy/j

will stay in bed so at least you dont have to worry about fighting him to rest- he already feels crummy and besides he can afford taking some time to himself to just.. lay down

a little snippier than usual

assuming his natural body heat doesnt kill off or hinder anything that can make him sick, hes running even warmer than usual.. something something warmer bodies being able to slow down infections + from my understanding a fever is just the body attempting to fight an infection

so logically it makes sense that hes burning hot

not very clingy when sick nor does he go out of his way to crawl out of bed to seek you out

HANAHAKI

okay hear me out: hes the one with hanahaki. as much as i think he would move forward with asking you out, i also enjoy the idea that he tends to self isolate. something something mini character analysis/heavy hc that he swallows up a lot of his more vulnerable feelings and/or translates them into anger something something a lot of that being a product of upbringing something something i am grandfathers number 1 hater

burns the flowers and petals before anyone can ask about them, however i do think as the sickness progresses he slowly loses his powers. quite literally sapping him of his energy

honestly i can see him going through the surgery route just to get rid of the plants

no happy ending here, sadly... even worse if you actually had feelings for him as well, unaware to him

becomes more snappy with the people around him, lashing out from worrying over the sickness as well as the pains (emotional and physical)

MUTUAL PINING

that said if he has feelings for you that dont make him cough up flowers, i think hes more inclined to ask you out since it makes it feel less... "life threatening" and "subtly begging for his life if we're going the route where feelings need to be returned otherwise the person dies"

i do think hes at least a little oblivious, at least in the beginning and if youre not being blunt- his mind is always working on what evil deed to do next!

very receptive when he does realize youre flirting with him, it doesnt take long for the two of you to go on a date

dont let this think that he has rizz, by the way. hes still inexperienced but he has just enough confidence to... (scrambles with papers) lock in, becomes clear with time that he hardly knows what hes doing LMAO

leaves gifts for you leading up to the two of you going out, and they tend to be higher quality or even a baked good hes overheard you mention enjoying

[liauditore]

Hi, I love your art and ive been really enjoying reading all your rambling about characters. Do you have any thoughts about pearl? I dont think she gets talked about nearly enough.

Also, shipping bingo for pearl and cleo?

anon i have so many thoughts about pearl u have no idea

ok uhhhh first off HI UR TOO SWEET???? 😭😭😭😭😭 i never thought so many of you would actually read my unhinged rambles let alone enjoy them LMAO plus my art ok sometimes too ig

i feel like ppl actually give pearl a decent chunk of attention (i would say she gets way more than cleo does) but no amount is too much of pearl for me tbh i always want more so

pearls like uh. the most ever. babygirl. i think scarlet pearl was a bit of a turning point for her but i think she was always.. a little bit messed up. we talk about martyn essentially turning himself into ren's sword in 3L and i think LL pearl and scott have a somewhat similar dynamic, just less in your face about it. <-- thinking about her killing joel for scott multiple times, her essentially donating all her lives to him, etc.

she's a very lonely character i feel like. so the people who she does end up close to she will go insane for, literally being ready for give up her life for them.

if u want me to get hot take-y about it i think that read is why i've never been a big fan of her getting characterized as the crazy ex-girlfriend in fics and such. i always took scott calling her that as his version of events (and slandering her to get the rest of the server on his side), pearl i feel has such a pure devotion and need for love that i cant see her ever really considering romance.

ANYWAY THE SHIP BINGO

soz im a misogynist on this one 😔😔

like every other divorce quartet dynamic i go crazy about it but i don't really "see" anything between these two i guess.

they've always felt kind of detached from eachother to me. like they just can't fundamentally understand one another. pearl is naive but capable of feats way beyond regular people. cleo is all too familiar with the world and endlessly haunted by their own insecurities.

the whole mean girl energy directed at pearl during DL def didn't help their relationship. i like to think that LimL cleo did feel kinda bad about how she treated her? a lot of what cleo does in DL i feel was kind of influenced by scott's behaviour -- i don't think she even really hates pearl (they might even pity her) but she's not gonna be extending a hand out anytime soon either.

but yeah even in another universe where either of them knows how to be normal about their emotions i don't see the possibility for anything more. an apology and return to normal is as good as it's gonna get imo. they're just not close enough.

i also kinda feel that.. idk it's just kind of obligatory? like ppl are clawing and desperate and starving to get some toxic yuri and Trust Me i understand. but idk uh. the ship has to find me yknow. not the other way around. 🙏

[spectacular-skywalker]

Time for my DWTS thoughts!! S33 Ep2

Spoilers BTC and a lot of typos (sorry!)

okay oscars night yayyy i like the lineup so far and also i would bet money that illona does the dirty danving lift

YAY Jen first okay first of all this song makes me think of Riker Lynchs dance to the same song many seasons ago. And that dance WAS SO GOOD so unfortunately I am comparing them subconsciously. Okay first of all the pink! pop off HMMM that beginning was strange to me, also its wayyy too fast imo, idk if they can choose the speed also choreo not my fav but its not Jens fault (im looking at you sasha) the scores, i hate to say it but i think its deserved

AWWWWW britt is so sweet and this is actually making me emotional BRITTS DRESS IS GORGEOUS YES GO ERIC that was actually beautiful DEREK WHAT YOU HORRIBLE MAN OMG WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT the audible gasp that came out of my mouth dude

Dannys lucky because he has whitney as a partner whitney hot as usual better facials , props, he needs cleener lines man, but he kept up well so good aw he looks so happy (ps i hate top gun)

poor ezra, okay heres my take on anna no i dont think she should be on the show, however im not going to be an asshole because shes here. honestly i think shell go one of these first weeks because people wont vote, so im going to watch and just vibe i do agree, she did pretty okay but she needs more energy/emotions

REGINALDDDD geez derek what are you on tonight

chandler chandler i love you BEAUTIFUL GORGEOUS AMAAING shes going to go all the way omg this is actuallt so beautiful my only thing is she mightve needed more hip action?? i feel like rumbas have alot of hip we'll see what the judges say SHE WAS made for dancing she did make it look easy shes so real

i love reginald hes so cute AHAHA hes so funny emmas dress is gorg go dude go, so far im really proud wtf feel from the ceiling in the beginning tho (ive never seen die hard) carrie ann is so right steven next hes so fun DEREK WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU

i forget steven has so much muscle i am a person who thinks tha tsteven is more of a peter parker than superman BUT THAT WAS SO GOOD overall that was really good and hes so entertaining i do feel like he has trouble getting back into hold sometimes but thats hardly a concern okay yes Bruno i agree, just a bit more finesse that was the best fucking answer stephen could you get any better

w song for jenna, shes so beautiful lady gaga supremacy oh dude chill out its a dance and you have to act sorry hes just a normal guy i need to be more forgiving his ryhthm seems off, but could jsut be me

phaedra did good still needs a bit of tecnique refinement but overall that was super good

some of toris spins were super nice but not enough content

first of city of stars slaps second daniella is so smart that was super super good like that frame was better than some of these guys who have normal heights so real bruno that spin was gorgeous

imma be honest yall i dont like brooks, idk she irks me therfor i will not comment a lot "so connected" omg rme theyre definetley fucking wait that was actually good i like how i said im not gonna comment alot and here i am BRUNO AH OMG it was good in hold, her lines were nice gleb fucked upp cause he very distracted wink wink AHAH ezra and rylee in the back

YASSSSS ILONA i lover herrrr also the lfit fucked up the thing a littl but she got back on track overall good much better and shes seems so HAPPY ilona is iconic she was much lighter on her feet this week

hmmm im conflicted im thinking anna and eric ohhhh i was wrong aw jennas oh thats us LOL i hope tori goes sorry not sorry i liek reginal wayyy more YAS aw i like pasha poor ezra

okay earlier i was being sympathetic with anna but with that final response its an absolute know (im sorry im a hypocrite)

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ive decided i will commentate this one but it likely won’t be as long as the others bc like i dnt feel good. anyway…

im starting this commentary 4.5 minutes in so here is where we start.

this is the snc era where i loved both their fashion styles so much 🙌🏼

Ooh they meet steve and dylan here. i rly like them 🥰 you can tell dylans a cop bc of the way he stands back and watches everyone lol

this house is stunning

I thought colby had a little yellow rubber ducky on his belt and i didnt even question it… my brain is not braining (update it was his phone)

steves hot. there’s no denying it. that man is a man.

I got distracted looking at steve and now colbys in a casket what on earth ☠️

I dont get the fear of bats… why are they so scared of bats? I love bats… 🦇

I just realised they never said “whats up guys its snc” sad sad

i was gonna say snc need to start using pelican cases foe their gear but actually i hate moving pelican cases so props to them for risking thousands of dollars of gear on a camera bag 🙏🏼 bc honestly same. i carry my personal kit in a $5 backpack 🤷🏻‍♀️

i blissfully almost forgot the other one was in this video for a while bc he wasn’t making much of a presence. shattered.

i know theyre tripping out but thats an awesome pic of josh tbh

the ghost wants to talk to them in heaven? that’s fk up

“are they trapped somewhere?” “yeah… help” 😳

“borden… awful” they said it not me

dude i wanna be a petty bitch and not believe seth rn but he genuinely looks freaked out.

josh is really really good at estes. like damn…

“im coming” relatable when colby’s in the room

this is getting insane wtf

steve could tell me santa claus was real and id believe him 🥺

steve saying this is their first time experiencing such a drastic change in activity at this house (and theuve been here over 50 times)… again, further proof of snc being in the psychic realm bc this stuff always happens to them. always. and its bc colbys the psychic and sams the guide. fk

lmao steve and dylan being like nah dudes we dipping we got work in the morning lmao

k done - aussie anon

Oh, if you like Steve and Dylan and you haven't already done so, check out the prison video they did with them and Nate, Our Horrifying Night in Haunted Prison (as seen below, cause there's two prison episodes right near each other in the lineup):

This one is good for some "Colby just casually does psychic things" moments, too.

But yea, I enjoy Steve and Dylan quite a bit.

And omg, honestly, I'm just glad they finally got a regualr suitcase a couple of years ago, at least for the airport part of the travel. Prior to that, everything went into backpacks and duffel bags. 💀

But they must insure their shit (or they're just that rich lol), cause when all their crap including their new camera and light got stolen that time they were able to replace it like a week later, so I guess they figured as long as they protect the SD cards they can figure the rest out. 🤷‍♀️

And yea, this happens a lot cause of the energy these two are creating with their very presence, but what the hell do we know 🤣

[borom1r]

I'll be honest, I don't know much abt lotr, but!!! for the text game you're putting together, what has been your favourite date and/or route you've written so far? + as an addition, if you'd like, what are things you admire/love abt any character of your choosing? (I hope you're doing okay bestie, I'm sorry you're having a rough night 💖)

haugh thank you dude i am. feeling more grounded now (and my hand stopped hurting so i Didn't actually burn it, yayyy) but gods that was bad for a hot minute

ummmm my favorite thing ive written is probs tied between Éomer's 2B date (go to a celebratory bonfire w/ him) because there's a lot of silliness, it's just very lighthearted + cute!! or Faramir's first date?? it's actually hard to pick a specific date bc Faramir is just very fun to write. I adore him so much lol — his first date's a little library meetcute and you get to give him a kiss on the nose and listen to him be So autistic about Really Old Texts (it's what he deserves)

uuuuuuuuuuu well u know as a Boromir Guy. a certified Boromir Enjoyer. Enjoyer of Boromir. there's just. oagh theres so much. I was rewatching th Osgiliath scene again for reasons (quotin it for sth i think) and the way he behaves with Faramir vs how he behaves with Denethor is so. im DERANGED i need to sit down w/ Sean Bean and talk abt Boromir for fucking hours. the way he prepares himself to have to speak w/ his father, the disbelieving shake of his head at Denethor's "I know his uses and they are few" line about Faramir. the "one more moment of peace can he not give us that" line. "the victory is Faramir's as well" and he's grinning, his nod of encouragement, motioning Faramir over because he's RIGHT and Faramir's achievements deserve to be recognized and they're fighting fucking FORCES OF MORDOR so how could he possibly blame his brother for Osgiliath falling? they reclaimed it and they're alive and that's cause for celebration! im so.

Boromir son of Denethor seeing the best in people. when he could so easily and so understandably be completely fucking pessimistic. He is ON THE FRONTLINES he would have every excuse to be a bitter jaded asshole having grown up with the sole purpose of being a soldier. he lives only to serve!!! and he lives watching the people he is supposed to safeguard suffering and dying, watching the darkness of Mordor spread with little hope of vanquishing it, only keeping it at bay for a time. it has been long since he had any hope!!!!!! and yet the victory is Faramir's too! his baby brother who he is so proud of, who he sees the absolute best in, who he longs for Denethor to see the good in too because Faramir is trying his absolute fucking best and Boromir sees that!! Boromir, who sees Merry and Pippin's determination and takes the time to coach them in swordplay when others would have made them stay behind. they're only hobbits, after all. what could they do? (quite a lot, naturally, but it was Boromir at first who empowered them to be more than just tagalongs. who thought they should be more prepared and took the time and energy to make sure they were.)

there is frailty in men but there is goodness too. the world is cruel and awful and he is surrounded by violence and death. and even a wizard like Gandalf can die. but there is goodness in men. goodness in the world!! Minas Tirith is on the brink of disaster but it is beautiful and he longs to return. even diminished, she is beautiful!! and he wants to share that. he wants to share Faramir's victories. he knows firsthand how horrifically cruel the world can be but he sees the best in the people around him and he wants others to see it too. ARGH!!!!!!!!

ALSO. ive talked abt it in another post floating around somewhere but while i do love book!Faramir i think he is. kind of a nightmare person. in that he has some Deepset Prejudices that he Needs To Unpack. smacking the shit out of him with a cardboard tube.

and while i thnk there are valid criticisms to make abt movie!Faramir i do actually GENUINELY adore that he is tempted by the ring. because on one side of it, his temptation mirrors Boromir's in that it is done out of love (desire for his father's love and approval vs Boromir's love for his people) and that he overcomes it. because that is Boromir's Baby Brother and isnt the goal of it all for the younger generations to surpass the older? isn't the hope that Faramir would learn from Boromir's failures and be better? not repeat them? and he doesn't. he is flawed and he is tempted by much the same thing and yet he does not fall!! and that's not to say there's any Legitimate moral failing on either of their parts because its the fucking One Ring, but i think its just. very poignant. I genuinely prefer it way more than the book where hes all "I would NEVER take the ring!!!"

but he also has his whole "boromir died well, achieving some good, and was even more beautiful in death than in life" thing and that gets into the spirituality of middle earth and the layers of Weirdness there which im not abt to unpack on this ask. not a fan of it in the slightest. shaking Boromir's hand for being rebellious against god tho i would be too if i was living in that whole fucking sitch. if the only thing my brother could say was "idfk if he fucked up or not but he was more beautiful in death than ever so ik he died a holy death, which is preferrable" my ghost would start throwing bricks.

also, having movie!Faramir fall prey to the ring when book!Faramir is like this. paragon of grace and goodness and holiness who Cannot be tempted. idk i think especially with Aragorn grappling with his humanity and frailty as a man, having Faramir Also be tempted is sooooo. like. augh!!! it is not a failure to be tempted. you can still be Good and Gracious and Lordly and a Paragon Of Men. he is Still Faramir even though he fell prey to the call of the ring. he resisted. he let Frodo go, putting his own life at risk in the process, because he is still a Good Man even though he is flawed. even though he almost didn't. movie!Faramir my beloved!!!!!!!

LASTLY ik ive talked abt this a couple times but it is fucking DERANGED to me that Éomer is only twenty-eight in TA 3019. HE SHOULD'VE BEEN IN THE TAVEEEEEERRRNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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I couldn’t be a wag purely to the fact I have really bad resting bitch face 😂 (it’s inherited as I have recently found out my great Nan who I look like was bad for it too) there is a photo from my sisters wedding where I am bridesmaid looking at her like I genuinely want to kill her but reality is I had an amazing time I was just enjoying myself head empty of thought’s that usually keep me up at night.

When I’m sat in my shop everyday I have to make an effort for my face to be neutral/smile when someone comes in it’s exhausting, imagining have to do it almost 24/7 worried someone is going to take a picture thinking your angry or something or someone saying she never looks happy would be my nightmare.

Ive had to start to warn people when I first become friends with them it’s just my face I don’t hate them/am not angry at them because some people have asked me upset what they have done to make me angry. (It’s really exhausting)

I have RBF, but I also have Mean Girl Expressions. Like you can tell if I’m not happy lol and I can’t control it. If someone is saying something dumb or even just has an energy I don’t like you can see it on my face. I garnered a reputation at my old work for this, and my friend Once told me a lot of people were shocked whenever they saw me speaking to him and laughing because they thought I was scary and just plain mean 😂

Why are our faces cursed?! (I low-key think it’s a flex though because I love a moody look on people idk why like I think people look their best with a slightly threatening expression so I just think we’re looking hot 100% of the time)

But fr when people were doing the f1 TikTok trend and they did the bit where they notice the camers and wave, all I thought about was if I were a wag and I noticed the camera I would do a very obvious face like:

And go back to watching the screens. And everyone on the internet would gossip about how I’m an ungrateful bitch who doesn’t deserve their fave 😂

So…I get you

[bearsinpotatosacks]

Judgement - Whumptober2023

You're the lump in my throat and the knot in chest

Kevin nodded and left the room. Jim looked at the next person on the list and felt his stomach drop. It was Jaylah.

God, he wasn’t looking forward to this. He knew of her past and how it impacted her. He wasn’t looking forward to hearing how being generated had affected her. Because it had affected her. He could see in the way she carried herself, head down, avoiding eyes as she walked toward her temporary quarters. 

“Ensign, have a seat,” he said.

Scotty gave him a confused look. They knew her personally, of course, but there were other people in this room than his friends. He had to keep this professional, for the record at least. 

“So, in your own time, give me your account of what happened.”

For day 17 of @whumptober . Also on AO3. Heavily mentions prostitution in this. Follows on from To Be Glorious.

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Jim sat back in his chair and grabbed his mug of coffee. Empty. He looked at the pot. Empty. That was the fifth one they’d gone through today. There were a lot of people in this conference room, all department heads, a few lawyers and other Starfleet representatives sent by various higher ups. That didn’t mean that Jim hadn’t drank at least a whole pot of it by himself. And he needed more. How else was he supposed to get through the knowledge that Starfleet had left an entire crew of mostly new cadets to be tortured? Their first trip out of the Academy and already broken from the experience.

He rubbed his forehead and looked at the pad in his hands. Not many more now. There hadn’t been any real order to how they’d questioned them, just that they never seemed to end and every story made his guilt worsen. 

“Jim, we can stop you know.” Bones said. 

Bones had already seen to half of the rescued crew’s injuries, physical and psychological. That had been yesterday. They’d been on this mission for a week now. First trying to figure out what had happened and why Jaylah had sent that distress call, then why she was separate from the others, and where the crew was being held, and getting them all off before the psychotic Head of Energy Production, Serpat, somehow managed to get them all trapped there. 

“I’m fine, Bones.” He rubbed his hands with his hands. 

“Dr McCoy is right, Captain-”

“I never get tired of hearing that.” Bones interjected with a smug look on his face. 

Spock raised a hand to him and carried on. “These stories are of a difficult subject matter, it could benefit you to take a break so you can complete your work more effectively.”

He sighed. This was all too familiar. Starfleet getting there too late. Trauma that couldn’t be forgotten and scars that lingered far beyond their making. It was like Tarsus IV all over again. 

“I appreciate your concern but I’d rather just get this bit over with so we can hand this over to the proper people,” He said.

Tucking his chair in, he called, “Next!” to the next interviewee. 

He walked in with a strange confidence that not many of the others had. From what they’d heard of the others' accounts, he’d had it the worst. Something dark in his past that thrived in the ‘generation’ chambers as they called them. 

“Ensign Kevin Riley?”

“Yes, sir.”

Jim gestured to the hot seat opposite him on the long table. “Take a seat.”

He decided to focus on the PADD instead of on the tense way Kevin held his shoulders. There was something about him that he recognised, something in his eyes or his face that reminded him of someone he’d forgotten. He shook it off and started to ask questions.

“So, in your own time, tell us your account of what happened down there, as detailed as you can manage.”

Kevin shuffled in his seat. He cleared his throat a few times as he scanned the personnel in the room. Having so many people here probably wasn’t the best for getting them to be open. 

“Well, Starfleet got the distress signal and got together a crew, most of us were fresh out of the Academy so maybe they thought it wouldn’t be too harsh of a mission? I know we all went on training trips in Space but that’s different from a permanent post there.” He said. “We got to the planet, landed and got separated into groups, all helping to clear a section of the damage the earthquake had caused. I was placed with Jaylah and we got along, kind of, I think we were both a bit disappointed at the placement, we wanted to see space and experience adventure but we were clearing rubble instead. She kept talking about how she wanted to be on the Enterprise, I thought everyone did but I heard the talk that she was actually friends with all of you.”

He shook his head again and cleared his throat. “Then after a month, they said they wanted some people to work in the energy chambers, they said they had geothermal energy that got pretty damaged in the earthquake so we all went there without a second thought.” He sighed. “Only to be locked in individual cells, have all communication devices taken from us and tortured for our brain’s energy.”

This all matched with what they were told by the others. At first they’d tried a small group, probably to test the waters, then started to move more and more into the chambers before all but twenty of them were being generated. Jim still didn’t have a proper idea what that was. 

“And you were generated?” Jim asked. 

Kevin nodded, taking a sip of the water placed nearby him. “They strap you into a table and make you relive your worst memories.”

He stopped for a second. His gaze on the water in his hand. This was why he was one of the first chosen, Jaylah too, they must have picked the ones with the biggest trauma. They had the most potential.

“I think they harness the electromagnetic waves from your brain when they do it, and use it to power their society.”

There was probably some more detailed engineering behind that but he’d ask Scotty the exact details later. Jim checked what the computer had dictated, changing some things before carrying on. 

“We did try to escape, though, I mean we’re Starfleet officers, but it was always Jaylah." Kevin said. "She'd find a way to get out of her cell and get a few of us out. I'm not sure what her plan was, sneak out and get a message out or try to open all the cells so we could overpower the guards, but we got caught every time and sent back to our cells, generated even more as a punishment."

He took another sip of water. It made Jim proud, both of Jaylah, and of Starfleet that their first thought was of escape. 

"But it was the fourth time when things went weird. The head guy-"

"Serpat?"

"Yeah, I think, he found us, got Jaylah by the hair and said "this is the last time you're going to do this". We were all sent back to our cells, except her, he bound her arms and legs and disappeared with her. The last time I saw her was when we were being rescued."

"Most of us thought she was dead but there were some rumours." He said.

Scotty lent forward now, "What rumours?"

"That she made a deal with him? That she was, you know, sleeping with him to get out of it? I don’t know, I don't believe it but the others do. All I know is he was weirdly familiar with her and not us."

Scotty’s face paled. He knew what that meant. They all needed to give statements too, he wondered if that would affect his, Jim was going to leave that for his Captain’s Log. He didn’t need to relive any of that again. It was a little too close to Tarsus IV for his liking. 

“You never saw her again?” Scotty said. “Until-”

“You got us out? No.”

“So you didn’t notice anything?”

Kevin raised an eyebrow and turned to Scotty. “No. Should I have done?”

Scotty sat backwards. He could feel his rage underneath his words. Did he know more, or was this all because he didn't?

“Probably not, no.”

Kevin squinted at him and shrugged. His account was matching with the others, apart from his take on Jaylah. The others had made some snide comments but they knew that she was separated and thought it was just jealousy, not rumours of something like that, and especially not ones with weight to them.

“I think that’s all for now, Ensign.” Jim said, taking control of the situation again. 

Kevin nodded and left the room. Jim looked at the next person on the list and felt his stomach drop. It was Jaylah.

God, he wasn’t looking forward to this. He knew of her past and how it impacted her. He wasn’t looking forward to hearing how being generated had affected her. Because it had affected her. He could see in the way she carried herself, head down, avoiding eyes as she walked toward her temporary quarters. 

“Ensign, have a seat,” he said.

Scotty gave him a confused look. They knew her personally, of course, but there were other people in this room than his friends. He had to keep this professional, for the record at least. 

“So, in your own time, give me your account of what happened.”

He’d tried to leave it open ended but apparently that was the wrong approach as she didn’t say anything at first. He didn’t think she heard him for a second with the way she kept her dead ducked and still. But when he cleared his throat and smiled, she began to speak.

“What do you want to know?” She said.

“What happened when you got there?”

“They split us into groups, they gave us certain sectors to help and our superior officers told us what to do,” she still didn’t look at him. “I was bored, I wanted to, to be here, on the Enterprise, but I wasn’t. I began to talk to Kevin Riley. He was annoying at first, he didn’t stop talking, but he seemed to understand me. I liked him for that. I didn’t have to explain things to him.”

“How long were you cleaning up for?” Jim asked. 

She shrugged, “A few weeks, I do not remember exactly.”

He realised for a second that her English had gotten better since they last saw her before the five year mission carried on. He was proud, deep down. Of course, there was guilt there too, he’d tried his best to get her on the Enterprise but he guessed the Admirals got pissed with him again as his power to pick his own crew was revoked, apparently it was showing favouritism and it would be ‘better for her career’ if she was assigned elsewhere. Maybe they just liked splitting friends up. Scotty had been genuinely angry when he’d found out, all he’d gone on about for most of the time she’d been at the Academy was how things would improve in engineering when she got there. He guessed the engines would have to wait. 

“And what happened after? When you were taken off helping with the disaster?”

“It wasn’t just one day,” she said, looking at him properly for the first time since she’d got on the ship. “The leader, Serpat, he took a liking to me, I thought that maybe he wanted me to help with something else, he was the head of energy and said their systems were damaged from the disaster. He’d shown me the headquarters, explained how their society worked, I thought he was going to offer some kind of training. But when he was going to show me the energy systems inside the planet, he locked me away and did not let me back out.”

Just like what Kevin had said. They’d been the first.

“So you were first?” He decided to ask.

“Yes, Kevin Riley too, he said we had a lot of potential,” she gulped. “Especially me.”

Jim saw Uhura shift forward when she said that. Her hand went to her arm. She curled up again and dropped her gaze. 

“What happened then?”

She didn’t speak again for a while. After a moment of silence, she took a deep breath and looked at him, then at Scotty. There were tears in her eyes. 

“Do I have to?” She said more to Scotty than to him. 

“It would be a great help to the investigation, and to get these guys for what they did.” As a Captain he was getting good at choosing his words properly.

“But if it’s too much we can stop,” Scotty interjected. “Right, Captain?”

“Of course, Mister Scott.”

He gestured for her to carry on. She took a deep breath and spoke. 

“I was kept in a cell, there was a bed, they gave me food three times a day.” She said. “Then, after eating, Serpat would come in with two others. There was a door on the far side that they would wheel a board out of. They would strap me in and generate me.”

Jim started writing notes then stopped for a second. “Hold on, Serpat was there? When you were generated?”

She startled, recoiled as if slapped. 

“Yes.” Then. “Why?”

Jim shouldn’t have said that. Some of Starfleet’s representative’s scowled at him from the other side of the table. He didn’t care if he wasn’t supposed to tell her what the story was, she deserved to know. 

“Serpat wasn’t present for the generation of anyone else’s account we’ve heard from today. Do you know why he was interested in you in particular?”

That sounded harsh. He didn’t mean to make it sound like she had nothing to offer. 

“He said I was one of his favourites.” She said simply but Jim could smell the acid in her tone. 

“What did you see when you were generated, if you don’t mind me asking?”

She shifted in her seat. “My family, dying in Krall’s camp. My mother and sister screaming as they were killed, my father getting killed by Mannas, me having to run until I couldn’t breathe to survive. It was horrible.”

Jim realised that he didn’t know that she had a mother and sister. She had to have been born somehow but he was well versed in space culture to know not to assume when it came to how other species’ families worked. He also realised he’d never put together that her family had actually died at the hands of Krall, and not just her father at the hands of Mannas when they tried to escape. 

“But I tried to escape. I found out ways to open the doors, fight the guards. I saw the elevator out, once, but I never got out.” She tilted her head. “I never escaped.”

She said that like she’d corrected something. He thought it was time to address the rumours. Not in a judgemental way, but because he wanted to know if there was any truth in it that could tell him just how bad Serpat’s regime was.

“Other accounts say that you tried four times, is that correct?”

She nodded. Her body was curling up more and more. She was messing with a piece of her hair as it fell near to her face. 

“What happened on the fourth time? To make you not try a fifth?” Jim asked. 

She took a break before speaking again. Scotty tried to reach her gaze and smile but it was almost like she was deliberately trying to avoid it.

“Serpat found us and stood over me. He said that this would be the last time I tried this, and bound me as the others were taken away. He carried me up and to his house, he untied me there.”

Scotty piped up, “He took you to his house?”

She actually flinched when he spoke. 

“He said that I was being wasted down there, that I had a lot of pain to generate, I had other uses,” she said in a whisper. Her eyes were still and glossy as she recalled everything. “He said that people had noticed my stripes and tried to copy them-”

The Muthom people were especially vain. They had nanites in their blood that let them change their appearance at will. Of course they’d tried to recreate Jaylah’s stripes. 

“I didn’t like that. My stripes have meaning in my culture, everyone has them, but when I told him this, he said that I can’t even remember what they mean so why should they mean anything?”

Uhura scoffed at that. She was seeming increasingly displeased with all of this, they all were. 

“He then came over to me, stood behind me so I could feel him against my back and said that there were other people, important people who wanted me in other ways,” she gulped and shuddered, closing her eyes. “Then he touched my thigh, and, and, here-”

She gestured toward her chest. “And they were powerful people who got what they wanted. He said that I could go back to being generated, worse than before, or give those people what they wanted and never be generated again.”

Jim felt sick. He knew what that meant. She hadn’t agreed, had she? Scotty’s mouth was agape next to him, Uhura looked even more pissed off. 

“What did you say?” He managed to choke out. 

“I agreed to not be generated.”

So Kevin was right? Those rumours were right? She’d, she’d done what? To save herself from the torture? He wasn’t mad, but more surprised, and feeling like that donut he had a few interviews ago was going to be all over the table in a few seconds. 

“Why?” Scotty pleaded. 

“I needed to be above ground to get a signal out. This made sure I was above ground, I could try to get out this way.” She said but the look in her eye made him realise that she didn’t seem as confident as she was trying to sound. 

“Weren’t you surprised?” Jim asked. 

“Yes, and no.” She said. “When I was being generated, he would touch me, here-” she gestured to her thigh. “-and my face too. He said that I would realise the only comfort I would get was through him, that my only way out was through him, that I would be his and like it. It would make me feel sick but I couldn’t stop him.”

She sniffed now. Those tears in her eyes welling up and spilling over. She reached for a tissue from the box as Bones pushed it toward her. 

“I’d like a medical examination done more thoroughly, and privately, Jim,” Bones said. “Not by me if she don’t want it be me, but just to check for any, um, damage.”

Bones had been an ER doc before he’d been in Starfleet. Despite Earth being a utopia, city hospitals still saw the worst of what humanity could offer sometimes. He wondered if he’d ever seen anything like this in that past life. 

“I’ll try and get that arranged if that’s alright with Ensign Jaylah.”

She didn’t raise her head and slowly nodded. 

“So what happened after?” Jim said, he wanted to get through this now. 

“He would find someone he needed to bribe, and get me to go there, and, convince them not to do anything about the generation.”

Right, generation was outlawed on Muthor. Well, outlawed for citizens of the planet on the planet. If a ship never touched the planet and had Muthom people on it, they could technically be generated legally. Same thing went for offworlders on the planet. Since they were technically not citizens of the planet, it wasn’t illegal. Just bad press and no ethics, not that that was a problem for Serpat apparently. 

“Every time I tried to get a signal out but none went through. Until whatever one got you here and you got us all off that planet.”

“Right.” Jim said, glancing around the table. “Does anyone have any further questions?”

No-one said anything. Bones was writing something down, his handwriting was so illegible that the text-bot that turned handwriting to font, couldn’t figure it out. Just one of the downsides of being a doctor he supposed. 

“I reckon we call it a day for now.” He knew he’d said something about wanting to get this over with, but right now he needed a break and something better than stale donuts and bland coffee to get through what he’d just heard. 

The chairs screeched across the floor as everyone got up. Jaylah shot up and seemed to be about to rush out of the room, telling some of your closest friends that you had to sell your body to get out of torture and get off a hellish planet would do that to you, but Scotty got to her first. 

“Look, if you ever wanna talk, have someone to drink with or just work in silence with, you’ve always got me, lassie.”

He tried to give her a hug but read pretty quickly that that was a no go. She lent away, almost scowling at him with her eyes tinted blue from the tears. Her jaw was trembling. 

“Montgomery Scotty, please just leave me alone,” she said. “I do not want to be around anyone. For a while.”

He opened and closed his mouth before gulping and nodding, placing his hands by his sides and looking like he wanted the ground to swallow him whole. Maybe not that. That had happened a few months ago on a mission. Not very fun. 

She strode forwards, eyes not leaving the door, and held her hand on it as it opened. 

“Sometimes I wish I’d never left Altamid.” She said, turning to face them but keeping her gaze on the floor. “Maybe I was meant to die in Krall’s camp after all. Maybe this is what I get for surviving.”

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I like the way I wrote this one. The little details. Also Kevin Riley! And poor Jaylah. There was originally 2 other whumptober fics putting what happened to Jaylah in more detail but it didn't feel right so I left it in like this. Thanks for reading! @whumptober-archive

[bluemooncove]

It was time for their matches against guild members. Between the three, Seeker was to be the one to go first. That was until that had happened. Now it fell upon Spruce to be the first. She did not need to win, only to impress, but nonetheless she'd become quite nervous. Sassafras was the one who actually knew things about the guild, she had no frame of reference for what she was getting into.

On the outskirts of the square a pair of medical mages stood by. They had been here for the entire tournament so far but had not proven particularly needed. The equipment used in these battles had been wooden training weapons or blunted. Barring a few exceptions. At worst these matches had led to some nasty bruises. Though now that the guild was involved the pair seemed far more alert. It made Spruce nervous.

When she looked back to the sparring grounds she realized a woman was already standing there. She assumed this was her opponent but something seemed strange. Sassafras had made it sound like this guild was made up of experienced and elite adventurers. This girl looked like she was hardly older than they were. A year at best. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad.

Spruce stepped forward into the square. The sand was hot on her feet. As beautiful as MokuMoku was, the temperature was far different from home. Her new home was going to take getting used to. As she reached her place the other woman began laughing.

"Yahoo! Kept me waiting, huh? I am Phantom, Le Loup IV of Beauty & Beast. I hope you're not as slow on the battlefield. As you are just a hopeful I'll be holding back. Simply appearing before you in the open is handicap enough, but I'll also be limited myself to only these."

Phantom tossed a pair of wooden daggers into the air. As they came down she caught them swiftly enough to use momentum to twirl each around her fingers.

"I call this style Mort par a Thousand Splinters. Do try to keep up."

"Spruce. I've heard of Le Loup Blanc before, his legend echoes even in Jara, it's a true honor to spar with his great granddaughter."

She gave a polite bow. For the first time, Spruce felt convinced by Sassafras's insistence this guild was a big deal.

"That's nice but flattery ain't going to get you anywhere lady."

No signal had been given to start the match but Phantom suddenly rushed forward. Spruce hadn't even returned to a standing position. It took a moment to even realize what had happened. By that time Phantom had already cleared half of the distance between them. Her foot scrambled back, trying to get into a fighting stance. Phantom was too fast, she was right there.

Instinct acted faster than thought. Her arm swung upward as her mind focused. A stream of hot psychic energy followed behind her hand, meeting with one of Phantom's blades and causing it to catch fire. Phantom acted just as swiftly, tossing the wooden blade into the sand where it's burn sputtered out.

The crowd gasped in shock and then began to cheer! It seemed they mistook her esper abilities for magic. They were all rather inexperienced, that wasn't too surprising, but this guild should be more educated on the differences. Her gaze shot to Phantom. A look of dawning realization appeared on the woman's face, followed by a wry smile.

"Now this is getting interesting! Didn't think someone would hold back in the starting rounds. You got me!"

The excitement was heavy in her voice as she sprung forward. She made a swing with her remaining dagger. Spruce blocked it with her forearm. If that hadn't been wood it would have left a nasty cut. Her other arm grabbed at Phantom's collar, pulling her closer. Spruce gritted her teeth, this worked a lot better against the training foes with the big spears than someone with tiny knives.

"Oh come on, still going for the grappler bit? The cat's out of the bag now, miss magician."

Phantom used her own free hand to pull herself closer to Spruce. Once they were face to face she whispered:

"It's not like any of them know what magic does and doesn't look like, so go all out. I'll improve your performance."

She struck Spruce's chest with her wooden dagger hard enough to make her let go. Phantom leaped back about 6 inches.

"If this weren't wood, that'd have been fatal but it is so lets keep going. Like I said, one thousand splinters!"

Phantom paused just long enough to let Spruce regain her footing, for the first time this entire battle. Spruce took a deep breath, her opponent was right they wouldn't realize what ability she was using. This time as Phantom charged it was met with a blast of psionic energy bursting towards her. Phantom juked downwards, letting it graze over her shoulder, but it had thrown her off balance just long enough for Spruce to to rush her in return. Her shoulder met with Phantom's chest and knocked her to the ground.

Phantom caught herself with one hand. Pivoting, she spun to sweep Spruce's legs out from under her with her own. Spruce fell back into the sand as Phantom leapt back to her own feet. She swung her wooden dagger down hard. Spruce rolled to the side then unleashed more mental energy. It struck Phantom's hand and sent her dagger skidding away.

"Good shot but that shit kind of stung. It's way hotter than I was expecting but no burns. Weird, huh?"

Spruce had rose to her feet but Phantom stayed down. Hands upon the ground. Spruce looked at her in confusion. Was this meant to mean it was over? Phantom had lost both of her training daggers. Nobody had announced anything but it also didn't feel right to kick her when she isn't even trying to get up. Suddenly Phantom turned towards her, as she did so she hurled a pile of sand gathered up from the ground at Spruce.

Spruce acted without thinking again, creating a wall of psionic energy to protect her. Except her opponent had anticipated that. In the instant the sand met with the wall the heat seared parts of it into flecks of glass. Spruce found herself buffeted by a barrage of tiny shrapnel.

Earlier Seeker had tried something similar on her opponent. The issue was that she simply charged forward, it had been too predictable. Amid the sand, the psionic barrier, and the glass Spruce had lost sight of her foe. Suddenly she felt a rough force hit her as she was suddenly tackled to the ground by her left side. She hit the sand, yet again, with a thud as Phantom pinned her. Phantom did not actually seem particularly strong, under normal circumstances Spruce probably could've shoved her off but everything that'd just happened left her rather exhausted.

"I'm going to go ahead and call things now, but you've done great! Definitely getting a vote for membership from me and I can guarantee at least two others so you're a shoo-in."

The woman got up and walked away from the square to the cheer of the crowd. As Spruce finally rose to her own feet she was already face to face with Sassafras.

"That was amazing! You used your powers so well, it was incredible!"

"... Yeah."

"Yeah, I guess I did."

[dontpunchdogs]

thoughts for today ! under a read more bcos it got long. yelling into the void.

ive always been hard to deal with - too sensitive to sounds, lights, temperature, texture, easily hurt by words, easily overwhelmed by other people, easily feeling left out among friends, too annoying, too loud but too quiet, needing too much reassurance, needing to feel wanted, needing needing needing. ive known this a long time. ive heard it from my parents countless times, had friends say they only hung around me out of pity, had partners say i was the most supportive partner theyd ever had; yet i need too much, my feelings are too confusing or too hard to consider, "i knew youd be upset but i didnt want to tell you and make you more upset" again and again and again.

no matter how small i tried to be, how light of a burden i made myself, its really never enough. i dont get what i need, my patience is worn thinner and thinner, and "suddenly" i snap. "suddenly" i disappear. as though there werent signs. as though i hadnt been begging for someone to care. as though i havent put others feelings and comfort above my own for years, been intentional, been thoughtful, been honest (in fairness, honest about everything besides the extent to which id been hurt) and made it clear how i love and how i want my efforts to be reciprocated.

i'm tired of it. i always thought i shouldnt live if nobody cared about me enough to pick me first. thats all ive ever wanted, really. someone to walk in a room full of people they care for and choose me out of everyone. someone who id choose over anything, even my own comfort when reasonable, and to know they'd do the same. just one person, and then i can handle everyone else letting me down, just one person, please, just one, one person, please, for once, just once.

i always find myself so fucking disappointed. maybe my standards are too high - the fact no one can meet me there makes me sad, but the idea of lowering my standards made me sadder. i can take disappointment, a lot of it, and i don't expect perfection. sometimes you cant give even 50% of your energy. sometimes you need to pick someone else. sometimes you need to pick a friend over a partner, or yourself over anyone else. but i cant handle the degree to which people constantly ignore my needs, or disregard them to indulge their wants.

im trying to rewire my brain now! im going to live, whether someone picks me or not. im going to care for others as much as i can, as hard as i can, but im going to limit those who disturb my peace. im going to put myself first, often as i can, or at least as often as id put others. i know what i need, and id do it for someone else - why not do it for me? why continue trying for people who cant be assed? why continue trying when im just difficult and draining?

today i had an overstimulating day at work. i still went to the grocery store, as id planned, because i needed to. when i drove home, i felt like id have a meltdown. instead i made myself laugh by seeing just how many bags i could carry at once. something stupid and simple, but i felt like i was good company. i put everything away. i made my lunch for tomorrow. i tried a new tea that i picked out and actually finally found one i liked. i ran a hot bubble bath. i washed my hair, my back, my body as though i was someone i loved. and i felt loved.

it was really nice. im holding onto that joy.

ive realized just how much pain other people tend to put me through. why, then, should i hinge my right to my life on my relationship with others?

im going to live. fuck anything else. fuck everybody whos ever made me feel like a fucking burden. if its soooo hard dealing with me, imagine fucking being me. i deserve so much better.

[charliedawn]

ITS BEEN A MINUTE SINCE IVE BEEN HERE BUT ANYWAY

I wonder how the slashers would be like with a Remus Lupin kinnie? like wears, grandpa sweaters, always has a book, drinking so much tea, listens to Queen, ABBA, David Bowie, and is like the calm and collected one in the group? is like the mom/dad/parental figure of the group?

Author : "Hey there ! It has been a minute indeed. 😂 I just finished your request. I hope you'll like it.)

I think you and Michael would hit it off, as he would see an equal in you.

He would be a big fan of the grandpa sweaters and you would have matching tea cups for your parenting-free days. (aka when the nurses or Norman are taking care of them)

You would also take turns watching the "children". He would trust you in keeping an eye on them and you would exchange book names, as Michael is an avid reader. You would even have your little book club and share your opinions on different books.

Michael *smiles when you sit down next to himand wordlessly puts on Dancing Queen because he knows you like it*

Penny wouldn't understand you. He's the troublemaker, the very excited nerve-wracking alien child with no self-control and he wouldn't understand how someone can be so calm..like, how do you do it ?!

Penny *staring at you* : "Are you dead ?"

You *smile knowingly before turning the page of your book* : "No, Penny..I'm not dead."

Penny : "Then why aren't you moving ? And drinking hot water ?"

You *shrug* : "It's soothing."

Penny : "...Can I have some too ?"

You *smile and nod* : "Sure."

He would then spend the day mimicking you, sipping your tea and tilting his head to the music to confuse the other slashers. Still a troublemaker, just likes spending some quality time with you..

Freddy would appreciate you taste in music and barge into the room once you've put on music to dance, especially Queen.

Freddy *kicks your front door open and starts singing* : "WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS ! WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS !"

However, he would also be the very troublesome child who often causes lots problems. To be honest ? He would be the one you would have to keep an eye out for the most.

Pennywise and Freddy *put whipped cream into the shower pipes*

You *arrive and arch a quizzical eyebrow at them*

Pennywise and Freddy *quickly raise their finger accusatively at each other* : "He did it !"

Freddy doesn't have an off-switch. He has a lot of energy and would make sure to try your patience every chance he gets.

Pennywise has already this kind of tough grandpa attitude, which means—every morning before the slashers wake up—he goes outside to relax on his favorite rocking chair. He likes to just stare at the landscape and get lost in thought. He would never admit it, but he still likes having company sometimes.

You *smile when you see him and gesture to the chair next to him* : "Is this seat taken ?"

Him *glances at it before shrugging* : "Nah. You can take it. Doesn't make a difference to me.."

Just so you know, he put that chair there. He knew—hoped—you would come.

He was surprised when you offered him a sweater and even pretended not to be interested at all at first, only to wear it everyday afterwards..Congrats on winning that grumpy clown's heart.

Jason and Brahms would feel safe around you, which is a rather remarkable achievement as they tend not to trust anyone. They would relax in your company and make up their own "no disturbance" rule around you. It means you would be the person they would come to if they need a timeout from the others. Or, simply for you to read to them, as Jason doesn't know how to read and Brahms likes to have someone read to him.

(They also like you grandpa sweaters and Jason finds it very difficult not to sleep on you when you read to him.)

Five actually liked you from the start. You are quiet, collected and never put your nose in other's people's business, which Five finds quite enjoyable considering the many doctors who tried to understand him and pick his brain over the years.

Maybe it also has something to do with the fact that you always think of him when you prepare yourself a cup of tea and bring him a cup of coffee too. The first time you did it, he was skeptical and took a tentative sip first before thanking you. But, as you seemed to be "good enough" to his very high standards, he was very quick to appreciate your company and you would even say, you became friends..(which is the highest form of honorary title coming from Five.)

Five *when you bring him a cup of coffee* : "Please. Stay. Forever, if possible ?"

Norman is actually your twin. I'm not kidding.

Loves grandpa sweaters.

Loves tea.

He is rather quiet and knows how to manage the slashers when the situation requires it. I think you would have a good relationship built on trust.

He would keep an eye on the slashers while you're away and he would let you keep an eye on the residents in his hotel if he has an emergency.

You would have a lot of different topics to talk about and even Mama Bates would warm up to you. Eventually.

You *already turned the kettle on* : "Do you want a cup of tea ?"

Norman *smiles at the proposition* : "Why thank you, my dear ! Absolutely !"

[planetdream]

— SEVEN HAN JISUNG HARD THOUGHTS

this post contains; smut [roleplay, perv!jisung, overstim, cum, panty kink, light d/s themes, voice kink]

💌 wrote this at 3 am and it kinda helped cure me of writers block <3 this wasn’t fully edited so i apologize for any mistakes

i. it’s almost comedic but jisung likes acting out various porn scenes and roleplay in general. one of his favorite unironically is you pretending to be “stuck” under the bed. he can just come up behind you and fuck you, getting rid of excess internal energy.

another favorite concept of his is anything that involves you wearing a skirt. there’s just something about seeing you wearing a hot little mini skirt that barely covers your ass makes jisung’s heart race. he just wants to bend you over and fuck you right there, doesn’t even care if anyone is near.

and let’s not talk about how painfully hard his cock gets when you bend over or open your legs a little too wide and he can see your panties. damp right at the core and barely covering your pretty cunt, he could cum in his pants just from the sight.

ii. jisung sniffs panties, quite plain and simple. loves it best when he cums in you and makes you pull up your panties, holding it in for the next hour or so. then he can rip them off of you and smell the mixture of the two of you. or he’ll even cycle through your dirty clothing, getting off to your scent. he’s a bit embarrassed by this fact so he’ll never mention it and tries to be sneaky about it.

also he’s not too opposed to panty stuffing. cumming inside you then stuffing you with the underwear you wore, using it like a plug to keep his cum inside. or, shoving the material in your mouth when you just can’t shut up from how good he’s fucking you, even though he told you to be quiet.

iii. if he wasn’t already in love with you, he fell in love the moment you pulled his dick out and took a picture with his cock in your mouth. you sent it to him after and he’s looked at it every day since. he already loves thrusting his cock into your mouth, giving you pretty praises about how your lips feel so good around him. so to have something to verify that love, so to speak, it means a lot to his horny little brain.

iv. it’s so easy to overstimulate jisung, especially when you’re riding him (which is his favorite). just wants to see you completely lose yourself and fuck yourself out on his dick. eyes rolling to the back of his head as you slide up and down his cock. there’s nothing left for him to do but let out breathy whines and pleads for you to keep bouncing on his cock.

and he’s so cute!! either hyper focused on the way your tits bounce or his eyelids are low and he can’t see straight from how much pleasure he’s receiving. can’t help but tell you how good you feel around him, that if you make him cum real good he’ll do something special for you. can’t stop mumbling about how much he wants to cum.

v. he’s such a sucker for your voice. when he hears those soft exhales as you try not to moan, or when you rapidly fire out his name as his fingers fuck you open, he loves them all. every sound. likes when you whine out a soft “sungie” right before you cum, holding onto him for balance even though you’re comfortable and firm in your bed. something about it just makes his heart swell.

vi. likes to cum in you, afterwards watching the cum drop out of you. but in all honestly just likes to see you totally fucking messy and fucked out. he wants to see drool and cum dripping down your chin and staining your shirt. cum leaking out of you, making a mess of your cunt and your stomach. absolutely wrecked by the sight in front of him and the fact that he’s the cause.

vii. i think jisung is fairly romantic at heart. he’s always trying to wow you and keep a smile on your face. he wants so badly to really make love to you, because you deserve soft love. but his horny brain tells him to fuck you hard, deep and fast because you also deserve a nice, rough fuck.

sure there are times between the two of you that are fairly intimate, full of soft touches and lingering kisses. and jisung won’t waste time to tell you how much he loves you. but sometimes he just wants to fuck you into the mattress and then order food.

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